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kira-fluff · 1 year ago

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mission impossible (because it's with you) haitani ran x fem!reader

prologue ch 1

a/n: had the worst day at work and decided this is what I needed in order to relax a little. if you're looking for more good ran fics, I suggest a visit to @zeltqz i love her writing!

tw: a lil steamy lol, riding/essentially a lap dance

Chapter 2: I Came Prepared...

your alarm rang, alerting you to your 3am mistake. why did you decide to do this anyway? was it worth it to disturb your slumber? yes.

the phone dialed, and you were thankful it didn't immediately go to voicemail. you'd rather die then seem like you listened to anything ran said. clearing your throat, you prepared to speak in the most Awake Voice you could muster.

it dialed for a while before you heard a small crackle, then a drowsy, rapsy, "what do ya want, doll. 'm tryna sleep." you smiled lazily, waving away the last traces of your sleepiness.

"just awake still. bored. thought i'd call."

there was a tsk on the other side of the phone.

"yer supposed 'ta be sleepin'," he said with a yawn. "why'ere ya awake anyway?" you noticed his voice tended to slur when he was asleep. it was kinda cute. it a gross kind of way, of course.

you were honestly a little surprised he hadn't hung up on you once you'd heard that sassy little sound he made. you decided to mess with him a little bit more, just to torture him a bit.

"just thinking about you." you said in a flirtatious tone.

there was silence on the other line, then the sound of him clearing his throat. ran pondered in his mind, was she just messing with him? or was she actually... his heart did a weird little fluttering thing. something he'd never felt with the numerous women he'd been with. he decided to play it cool.

"it's nothing ya haven't done before, princess." he teased.

you scoffed, "you wish. i image you've had many more gross thoughts about me than i even want to consider."

the funny thing is that you were right. sometimes he'd awake in a hot sweat and his sheets soaked with his ejaculate. he'd curse under his breath, whisper a quiet fuck, and clean up his mess. usually following those... dreams he wasn't able to fall back asleep. he'd come to work the next day feeling another weird feeling in his heart when he'd see you. he noticed embarrassingly that he'd crave your touch more than usual, chastising himself for acting like a lovesick fool. but he wasn't in love, he just thought you were hot. i mean, those curves and the slope of your tits. goddamn. not to mention your ass.

he shook his head, doing his best to clear his mind of his stupidly, unwelcome horny thoughts. he strangely missed the phrase you chose. many more gross thoughts. they were unwelcome, of course. it's definitely because he's just a little bit attractive (not by much though) and you haven't really gotten laid in a while.

there was a tired sigh across the phone.

"what'll it take for ya to get some sleep?" he said in a weary tone.

you smirked. "maybe a nice little please." you laughed inwardly. as if his prideful ass would do such a thing.

predictably, you heard a groan, "ya wish i was that easy, sweetheart. do i gotta say up all night talkin' ta ya or are ya gonna finally get some sleep? ya know-"

you hung up before he could finish his sentence, giggling evilly to yourself. sleep took you soon after.

you jumped awake. ok, maybe you were a huge dumbass. you glanced at your phone, seeing eight missed calls from ran as you bustled about, getting ready for the jet flight that would occur in thirty minutes.

your phone rang again.

as you were putting on a bra, you slid to "answer", putting the phone on speaker.

"where ya at, doll? 'm waitin' in my car outside yer place." you briefly wondered how he knew your address until the memories of last night floated back to you.

"running late," you said, "almost done putting on my shirt." a sigh from the phone. "'m tryna hurry, ran. just give me like 10 minutes."

"we gotta get to the tarmac in like thirty minutes."

"I know, ok! don't rush me!" you yelled across your room, slipping on some jeans, throwing your essentials into your bag, and carrying you suitcase, containing several expensive outfits, toiletries, and everything else you needed for travel. thank god you'd put curlers in your hair last night. you figured you could do your makeup in the car or on the jet. i mean, who cares if ran sees you sleep deprived and makeup-less. it's not like you're ugly without it anyway. you're a gorgeous, bad bitch who doesn't need the recognition of sweaty mouth-breathers anyway. you just look mildly dead because of your ever-present dark circles.

rushing out to his car with three minutes to spare, you missed the fact that he'd even picked you up. you were honestly planning on driving yourself, but especially because you were running late, you appreciated the ride. not that you'd thank him or anything. after all, you didn't ask for it, and you've been waiting for thank yous for a lot of things that you never got. now you're a smidge closer to being even.

sliding into the car, you were half expecting to hear some stupid remark like "well look who's finally here" but instead he sped off. the car was going too fast for you to do your makeup, you decided, but nonetheless you took the opportunity to check your hair in the mirror, fluffing it a bit.

you arrived at the tarmac much faster than you would've driving yourself, thanks to ran's speeding and skill in maneuvering the car. probably the only thing he's good at besides pissing you off.

sinking into your soft, expensive-looking seats, you sighed, at last feeling some semblance of peace. it didn't last long.

"told ya to go to sleep earlier."

"shut up, ran."

"surprised i woke up on time myself what with ya callin' me all needy last night."

you scoffed, "I wasn't needy. I literally just set my alarm for 3am just to piss you off."

there was a look of dumbfounded shock, as he if couldn't believe you'd do something just to irritate him. you were expecting him to get mad, not to smirk playfully, turning his head to the side and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. you frowned.

"what? why're you smiling?"

"nothin'." his smile only grew.

"you're such a pain in the ass."

"glad ya like me so much." he said. you could practically hear the little heart emoji after his phrase. ugh. why is he never phased by your insults? it seems like compliments get him more flustered than angry retorts. maybe you better up your game.

your turned to begin applying your makeup. you ignored the burning sensation of his gaze on you as you applied the last finishing touches with your red lipstick - firecracker.

"I'm gonna go change," you announced.

"into what?"

you smiled innocently, "one of my new outfits, of course. we'll be there soon."

you let out a little breath. "can't get used to you dressin' like this."

you narrowed your eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothin'. why do ya take everythin' I say in the worst way?"

"because you always have the worst intentions behind every little remark."

he shook his head, ignoring you. he wasn't in the mood to get into an argument.

you pondered for a moment before coming up with a grand scheme. you wanted to up your game and throw him off.. and you thought of the perfect way. going to go change, you came back out in an outfit befitting of a stripper. it was essentially the bunny girl outfit, minus the ears and cuffs. heels, fishnets, and a tight fitting bodysuit - the whole package.

he raised his head in question. his eyes widened as he took in your outfit. sure, he'd already seen it in your hands at the store and knew it would be the death of him... but fuck, when you're wearing it, he can already feel himself flushing, his dick twitching in his pants.

you seductively sauntered over to him. he sucked in a breath. you smirked, mirroring an expression you'd seen too many times to count. he moved his legs, presumably to allow you to pass beside him, despite the fact that the jet provided ample space for you to get to your seat.

instead, you lifted your knee, placing each on the sides just past his thighs, straddling him in his chair. he swallowed.

"what- what... are ya doin', doll?"

you smirked even wider at his stuttering. "just practicing. gotta make sure I'm playing my role correctly, right?"

he was helpless to push you off. it was like his arms were lead, so heavily weighted he couldn't lift them from the arm rests of his chair. he sat ramrod straight, trying to keep his composure despite already sitting breathless like a fucking panting dog.

you moved your hips leaning your body against his, though not too close to make yourself uncomfortable. to be honest, you face was flushed as you knew this was so embarrassing... but it was worth it to see him shut up, completely at a loss for words.

"is this good? like... this?" you asked with twinkling eyes as you ran your manicured hands down his chest, eliciting a groan you could scarcely hear.

he let out a breathy, "..yes.. yeah," he cleared his throat, though it only came out more strained, "..like that.."

feeling a bit more confident at his encouragement, you imagined him as the pervy ryunnosuke, though it was gross to imagine, it was crucial you ensure you don't give away your disgust.

you took both of his wrists in your hands, placing his own on your waist. you leaned in closer, your mouth just below his ear, "am I a good girl, ryu?" you ask, blowing a little cold breath onto his neck, reveling in the little shiver give gives.

Ran cursed inside of his head. He could already feel the precum dripping from his cock, creating a wet patch in his black slacks. dammit, he was on cloud nine despite the fact he knew you weren't doing this for him.

"you're a good girl for daddy," he replied, deciding to live out his fantasies while you reciprocated. he briefly lifted his hand from your waist to run them through the strands of your hair.

you snapped your hips against his, your eyes widening as you felt his erection. I mean, he's a dude after all.. but you didn't know he could react that way... for you. in a strange and concerning way, you liked it. not really but kind of. jeez, you really needed to get laid. this felt weird now. you were being weird.

you returned to your seat, flustered as you both tried to catch your breath.

"h-how.. was that, ran...?"

he still was breathing heavily when he replied, "you.. you were so fuckin' sexy.."

both your thoughts were interrupted when the copilot came in.

"we've arrived."

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somniumfaults · 3 months ago

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omg omg i finally finished reading ep 7 of tkdb and it was SOOOOOO GOOD. yuri and jiro are obviously sweethearts and i would die for them.

spoilers for ep 7

i also SCREAMED at haku calling the mc princess bfdhkqakfsdjhjgkl..... like, i had already seen it online! i knew it was gonna happen!!!!! but still ghdfksjk; he's not even my fave but he's so SWOON worthy.

the scene where it's revealed that jiro is zenji's brother was also so :( i kinda wish we had gotten more but also i'm happy with what we do have. i Do wish i could have experienced it raw but. cest la vie or whatever the french say. ZENJI GETTING SAD JIRO DOESN'T KNOW HE STILL EXISTS MADE ME SO SAD THO. LET THEM MEET!!! LET THEM REUITE!!!!!! HAKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! (being responsible probably but still. kicks him!! useless!!!)

i also totally saw dante approving of the gala from like, a mile away. prof nicolas had me scared for a moment but we've seen hyde call dante out wayyyy too many times for being a softie for me to think he wouldn't agree to it. HYDE ON THE OTHER HAND.... i think its reallly interesting to see them start to more obviously lean into the nature of "hyde" being the more nefarious side of jekyll. i have my doubts that they'll ever do anything so blatant as a personality change, but i do suppose i could see them sort of using it as it is already? or well, in the sense that the name reference is less so something to imply a future personality change, as most series would probably do, and more-so just an indication of hyde's two faced nature.

a part of me honestly is starting to wonder if all the ghouls up until now have been red herrings... maybe hyde is the one who is the spy after all. i honestly wouldn't be surprised, and since he's giving out "special missions" i suppose it could also lend itself to the other ghouls feeling guilt over their actions bc they know for a fact they're being shady. also: see sho saying that he's the only man for the job during his introduction could be a reference to the fact that hyde was the one behind everything and as his brother, he's the most fit for the job of taking him on. of course, this is a super flimsy defense for the theory lol bc there are so many other ghouls who kind of phrase their intros as holding responsibility for taking care of whatever disaster is happening during the intro but. still. i think its possible!!!!

OH. AND HOW COULD I FORGET JIN STEPPING IN FOR THE MC WHEN TAIGA WAS BEING A LIL BITCH AT THE AUDITORIUM. he's so tsun and cute hgkjfklsjdlk; "noooo i totally didn't do it for you" ass.... the idea of taiga and jin duking it out is actually sooooo cool and sexy. i went SO WILD during the comic scene where they were staring each other down and debating the amount of money bc it was just so cool....

i'm also super curious about the dynamic btwn romeo and hyde bc i... will not lie it really sounds like romeo is being taken advantage of. i mean, maybe that's just stating the obvious LOL but honestly despite romeo's brattiness (affectionate), i can't help but feel bad for the dude because that whole interaction just screamed "i'm way out of my depth even if i don't realize it". i'm really looking forward to the next chapter and getting to see more of sinostra and their dynamic

#tkdb.ddz #tokyo debunker spoilers

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year ago

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hey hey! I sent in the IronFam ask earlier and I do have a prompt which hopefully you like! soo the fam have gone on vacation and on the first night Morgan is a lil scared and wants her big brothers and dad to check under the bed, the closet for any potential monsters lurking. to make her feel better they pretend to find the tickle monster. maybe with lee!Peter and lee!Morgan with either ler!Tony or ler!harley. whatever u would like

Tickle Monster Vacay

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this was so precious ❤️ I love it!! ❤️ Thank you so much Anon😭 I hope you enjoy! ❤️)

"It's okay Morgan. Nothing's going to hurt you."

Morgan burrowed into her father's chest. "But daddy, what if there's monsters here?"

"Hey Morgan, it's okay." Peter sat on the bed. "All of the monsters here are the cute cuddly ones. Like the one's from Monster's Inc."

Morgan turned to Peter. "But what if he tries to eat me?"

"You're too big Morgan." Harley poked her leg. "They'd get as far as your leg and be full."

The littlest's eyes widened and she immediately dove under Tony's arm.

Peter rolled his eyes and elbowed Harley in the ribs. "Way to go Harley."

"Sorry for trying to help."

"Okay, neither of you are really helping." Tony did his best to soothe his frightened daughter. "So unless you come up with something that does help, keep your mouths shut."

Harley rolled his eyes. "Sorry."

"Come on Harley, he's really trying here."

The older boy sighed. "I know, but we're supposed to be on vacation Pete. I've got to have a little fun."

Peter tugged the blanket back. "Morgan, is there something we could do to help?"

The littlest looked up at Peter. "Can you check please?"

"Check where sweetheart?" Tony asked.

"The places monsters like to hide."

"Like under the bed?"

Morgan nodded. "And in the closet."

Tony nodded. "We can do that."

Meanwhile, Harley moved toward the closet. "We can take a look, but they won't be there."

Peter hit his shoulder. "Because there's none there."

"Ow!" Harley shoved him back.

"Alright you two, knock it off," Tony followed Harley's direction. "Let's help Morgan feel safe so we can all go to bed."

"Daddy don't leave!"

"I'm not leaving sweetie. I'm just checking the closet."

Morgan clung to her stuffie. "But what if the monster comes out?"

"He'll have to go through all of us," Harley flexed his muscles.

Morgan hid behind her stuffy. "We're gonna die!"

Peter stroked her hair. "Don't worry Morgan, your dad and I will be here."

Harley growled and crossed his arms.

Tony nudged his arm and gave him a wink the other two couldn't see. He then turned to the duo still at the bed, "Peter, check under the bed please."

The younger boy nodded. "Right."

Morgan watched her surrogate brother intently as he crouched down. While the two were distracted, Tony tugged Harley closer to the closet. He whispered, "Follow my lead, go for Peter."

Harley raised one eyebrow, but gave a brief nod.

In response, the older mentor stepped to the closet and put his ear to the door. Tony then knocked on the door, "Hello, any monsters in there?"

Harley smirked. "Careful Tony, don't want to stir any of them up."

"Harley," Peter hissed.

The older boy held up his hands. Instead of responding, he turned back to Tony.

"You know, Harley's right. Certain monsters are attracted to sound."

"What!"

Peter soothed the littlest. "Shhh, your dad's just being silly."

"No I'm not, I know one monster who feasts on sounds."

Then Tony cracked open the closet.

Morgan dove under the covers and yanked them over her head.

While Peter tried to soothe her, Harley let out a low growl that made her squeak.

"Oh no, I think there's a special monster here," Tony hissed.

"An extra especially monster."

"Come on you two, knock it off!" Peter snapped.

With a subtle slip into his pocket, Tony clicked the button that turned off all the lights.

Morgan flew into Peter's side. "Petey!"

The young boy squeezed her tight. "Come on Tony, don't join him!"

Neither Tony nor Harley answered. Instead Harley let out another low growl as Tony let the closet door slowly fall open.

While Morgan sunk even farther down, Peter slid forward so he was in front of her.

Meanwhile, Harley and Tony slunk through the darkness to opposite sides of the bed. Harley was starting to pick up on what Tony was doing and he was game to pick on the spider kid.

"Tony, Harley? Whatever you're doing, stop it! You're scaring Morgan!"

Harley leaned close to Peter's ear and whispered, "Boo."

When Peter's arm shot out in his direction, the older boy snagged it then yanked him toward him.

"Hey!"

Meanwhile, Morgan let out a squeal as she was scooped into her father's arms. "Petey!"

Peter squirmed to get out of Harley's bear hug. "What are you two doing!"

Tony chuckled. "We've come to feast."

"Feast on what!"

"Your giggles."

Both Peter and Morgan let out a surprised squeal as the other two dug in. Tony immediately spidered across Morgan's tummy while Harley attacked Peter's sides.

"Nohoho! Harlehey!"

"Harley's not here right now." The older boy moved up to his ribs. "I'm the tickle monster!"

"NOOHO! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Aww, does the spider kid have ticklish ribs?"

"SHUT UHUP! YOU KNOW IHITS SPIDERMAHAN!"

"Man is a stretch."

While Harley attacked Peter, Tony spidered up Morgan's sides and into her armpits. "Gootchie gootchie goo."

"Daddyhy noho!"

"Sorry sweetie, your daddy's not here right now. Just the tickle monster."

Morgan let out a squeal. "Ihi knohow ihits yohou daddyhy!"

Tony cooed. "Am I that ohobvihous?"

Morgan nodded and wrapped him in a hug. "Lohove you dahaddy."

The older mentee returned the hug. "I love you too honey. I'm sorry we scared you."

"It's okay, you wehere beheing sillyhy."

"I promise you Morgan, the only monster you'll see on vacation is the tickle monster." Tony added in some side tickles for good measure. "Ahand he will neeeever hurt you."

Morgan giggled adorably and tried to grab her dad's hand. However, the moment was cut short by a loud squeal.

When Tony looked over, he saw Harley had Peter by the armpits and was slowly making him to lower to the floor as he wiggled his fingers around.

Morgan pointed. "Daddy, we have to save Petey!"

"Not to worry princess." Tony set Morgan down and charged around the bed. "Unhand him you fiend!"

"What? AhEE!"

Once beside them, Tony squeezed Harley's hips. This made the older boy drop Peter and collapse into a pile of laughter on to the bed.

Morgan crawled over and peered down at her surrogate brother. "Are you okay Petey?"

The young teen caught his breath, then growled. "Harley, you're dehead!"

Peter scrambled on to the bed and immediately attacked the older boy's armpits.

"AHH! TOHONY YOHOU TRAITOHOR!"

"That's the joy of being senior tickle monster." The older mentor spidered up Harley's sides. "You can switch sides whenever you please."

"SQUEE! ATLEAST CAHALL OHOF YOU'RE ATTAHACK SPIDEHER!"

Peter paused his tickles. "Now I'm ahan attahack spideher? Harley, can yohou nohot just sahay Spidermahan?"

The older boy growled before pulling Peter down on top of him. "Ohof course nohot, that wohould behe to easy."

"Hey!" Peter immediately tried to grab the knuckles rubbing the top of his head. "Knock ihit off!"

Tony chuckled. "Yohou guhuys are crazy. Rihight Morgan?"

When Tony looked around, there was no sign of his daughter.

"Morgan?"

A giggle drew all of their attention to the door. Morgan stood in the open bedroom doorway, a grin on her face and her stuffie in her arm. "Come and catch me monstehers!"

Then she took off down the hall.

Tony sprang up and ran after her. "Get back here you sneaky little sneak!"

Meanwhile, Peter wriggled out of Harley's hold. "Morgan's going to need back up."

"You take up, I'll take down?"

Peter paused at the doorway. "No I thought I'd let you climb across the ceiling for a change."

Harley rolled his eyes as he poked Peter's side. "Get up there."

With a grin, Peter scurried up the wall. Harley grinned back before heading down the hall. "Better watch out! We're coming for you Tony!"

After that night, Morgan never feared monsters again . . . Well, all except for one monster.

#lee! morgan stark #ler! tony stark #switch! peter 1 #switch! harley #ticklefic

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siren-serenity · 1 year ago

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Hi uhm hi!! I want to quickly say your writing is amazing.its serotin producing. And let me request something for the battle of the resturants stuff with my silly little guy yuuku parfait and ace trappola 😘

Yuuku is a very introverted person who absolutely loves desserts and stuff. They cant work as the cashier because they stutter. A LOT. Like bro cant hold a conversation with strangers. They act cold and mysterious and serious all for the sake of people not wanting to interact with them but is actually. A SWEETHEART. They have a lil' silly crush on Ace and almost everyone but Ace himself know

Thats all! I need to ramble abt them for a bit! Remember to take breaks, drink water and stay safe!!

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↳ *YUUKU PARFAIT X ACE TRAPPOLA!* ༉‧₊˚✧

�� ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ oooh an ace fan!! ngl not a lot of people ask for ace hehe (but then again he IS a bit of a menace but he got bonus points from me during his moment in the spectral soiree) lol. i hope i did yuuta's personality justice??? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE CONCERN

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Yuuku's hands shook slightly as they did their best to swirl the frosting correctly around the cupcakes. Siren did her best to teach them the art but really, it was more of a feeling you had to get right.

...It didn't help when they could feel Ace Trappola's scrutinizing yet curious stare on them from miles away.

"Yah," He pointed to one of the cupcakes. "Why did you use purple instead of green for this cupcake frosting?"

Yuuku gave him a cool shrug. "I wanted a mermaid kind-of theme. Purple complemented blue better than green. What, you don't like it?"

'Idiot!' He scolded himself internally. 'You just had to act cool and tsundere, don't you??'

"Jeez Yuuku," Ace huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It's just a question."

Without a single pause, Yuuku retorted with a quick "What do you want?"

"I'll grab a chocolate milkshake and one cherry pie to go."

He just stared at Ace.

"What??"

"Recite your order to Melody," Yuuku pointed to the red-and-blue-eyed girl, who was busy with Cater's order. "She's the cashier, not me."

"Nah," Ace leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want you to do it. Not her."

Holy Seven- Yuuku could feel his heart pounding like a blastcycle. Out of everything he could have been feeling flustered by, it just had to be Ace's snarky words.

"S-Sure," Yuuku cursed himself internally for stuttering but Ace's little head tilt and grin made up for it...slightly.

"Melody!"

The purple-and-black-haired girl gave him a hum in response, fiddling with the zipper of her purple hoodie. "Whatcha want, Yuuku dear?"

"He's just going to input my order," Ace cut in, shooing Melody away. In response, Melody looked left and right before giving him a middle finger.

"Sevens- just say so. No need to be so rude," She huffed before giving Yuuku a look filled with pity. As if to say "this guy? really?"

Yuuku only shrugged as he slid in, yet he could feel the tips of his ears burn. "Would you mind reciting your order?"

"A chocolate milkshake and one cherry pie to go."

He nodded before scurrying away. He could still hear Ace's chuckle and once again, his cheeks felt as if they were burning.

"He's so cute..." Yuuku heard Ace murmur quietly and he combusted into flames. He can die peacefully now - RIP YUUKU PARFAIT

"Y-YUUKU?!"

"SOMEONE GIVE HIM SOME WATER!!"

#battle of the restaurants #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #ace trappola x oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc

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kingsofhellfire · 2 years ago

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Drunk Eddie and Robin part 2

Gorgeousgreymatter:

I think I might use the dice rolling thing to get Steve to try and beg Eddie to put pajamas on and go the fuck to sleep and Eddie just keeps trying to seduce him even more in such an endearing way that Steve would like to die

lettersinthesand:

:loveteeth:

kesbird:

YOU’RE A FUCKING GENIUS

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Because drunk Eddie would just pull fistfuls of dice from nowhere and Steve would just be like HOW

Turn him upside down and shake him and dice falls out

kesbird :

“Why do you have those???” “In case we need to play a stripping game duh now take your shirt off”

wynnyfryd:

drunk eddie who forgets they aren’t actually boyfriends yet because wtf? you’re so hot steve why aren’t we boyfriends???

lettersinthesand :

right

Buff Muggin:

I’m sorry but truly I cannot stop thinking about what was said earlier of Eddie just licking Steve’s neck, with the context of they aren’t even together

Gorgeousgreymatter:

that's what makes it hot!!!!

Buff Muggin:

Like that’s so fucking delicious yum yum

lettersinthesand :

Alternatively drunk Eddie who forgets they are boyfriends and freaks out when Steve says he isn't single

lettersinthesand:

RIGHT

kesbird:

Eddie - “aww my boyfriend’s so cute” Stev- “we’re not boyfriends” Eddie already crying “are you breaking up with me???”

wynnyfryd:

mid hand job “wait who are you cheating on????“ lmfaoo

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Why haven't I hit that yet Stevie

lettersinthesand :

JBFHDGSYDGD

kesbird:

THATS WHAT IM SAYING I lost it at that!

lettersinthesand:

Omg him using the word boyfriend and Steve chalking it up to being a joke

Gorgeousgreymatter :

It's going in the fic you all can scream about it later I promise lol

kesbird:

DONT WORRY WE WILL

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

It's like that one video where the guy is coming out of surgery and his wife is there and he's like"you better stop putting your hands on my chest I have a wife" and she's like "I am your wife"

wynnyfryd:

the pet names would get sooooo ridiculous, eddie’s poorly trying to climb steve’s back like a koala and he’s just slurring “stevie, baby, darlin’, sweetheart. light of my life. my sweet lil cinnamon peach pie banana nut muffin—“

“okay dude are you proposing or just hungry? get off me!”

wynnyfryd:

and then eddie’s like “yeah kinda” and fuckin bites him on the shoulder

lettersinthesand:

"We're married?! Holy shit, i hit the jackpot!"

kesbird :

Eddie- “I wanna climb you like a tree stevward” steve-“You ALREADY ARE”

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Jfjshhchd accidentally kinky biting you get me

kesbird:

YES BITES

ok but is it a steddie fic in this house without biting

lettersinthesand:

Joke until it isnttttt

lettersinthesand :

True

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

He do be biting

kesbird:

All I’m saying is that drunk Eddie would have a little nibble

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie] :

Just a taste

Gorgeousgreymatter :

He already had a lick so might as well

Buff Muggin:

Grey I am already screaming and I will continue to scream until the fic is done and I will still scream after

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Steve is like "even if I wanted to, I'm not taking advantage of you while you're drunk and I'm sober"

"You mean this entire time I just also needed to get you drunk ? OPEN THE CABINETS THEN I KNOW YOU HAVE THE GOOD SHIT"

Disc:I don't condone getting someone drunk just to sleep with them

But this is fanfiction

Gorgeousgreymatter:

I also want Gareth to like deliver Eddie to Steve to take home with Robin from the party. "Sorry to dump him on you man but he will not shut up about you and I simply cannot hear these things"

"...okay...wait what do you mean things?????"

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

LMAOO

kesbird:

YESSSS

God that’s so fucking funny

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Gareth, long suffering Gareth

kesbird:Like GARETG is beat red and it’s not even about him!

Buff Muggin :

GARETH AIDING IN GETTING STRDDIE TOGETHER MY BELOVED

Gorgeousgreymatter :

Image

rainbownerds:

Steve eventually says sth like "If I cuddle you will you go to sleep? If you remember this and still wanna have sex when you're sober, ask me again"

lettersinthesand :

Omggg and he thinks Eddie won't 😭

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Consent king Steve

lettersinthesand:

sexy

Oh i legit thought that was supposed to say consent kink and i was like oh relate

Gorgeousgreymatter :

I was tempted to write both tbh lmao

But the pun

rainbownerds:

Eddie waking up and slowly remembering everything but steve's not there. he feels like he's gonna die of embarrassment but then steve comes out of the shower

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Eddie:you don't understand man, the absolute unholy crimes I would comitt to just bite his ass-

Gareth:OOOOOKAY WE ARE TAKING A TURN AT ELM AND IM DROPPING YOU OFF AT HARRINGTON'S he can deal with this problem

lettersinthesand :

LMAO

Gorgeousgreymatter:

"Listen man. Gareth. My dude. Do you know how mad i was when I found out what a good guy he was? And hot? I mean he's so fucking hot Gareth look at him!!!"

"I absolutely will not be doing that"

lettersinthesand:

Eddie: listen. LISTEN. He is. So sexy

Gareth: :yellsteve:

Gorgeousgreymatter:

true ally Gareth :slurrrp: :EddieSIMP:

Buff Muggin:

Eddie- I want to… MOUNT him

Gareth- That’s the third time you’ve said that since I walked over to you. It’s been two minutes.

wynnyfryd:

“but Gareth, his HANDSSS”

rainbownerds:

"Tell him, not me! I don't need to hear this!"

lettersinthesand:

"Gareth. GARETH. His ass"

Buff Muggin:

(Gareth is talking in complete deadpan monotone btw)

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Eddie- gym class was never the same without him, and his sweaty thighs,and his-

Gareth - do I really need this band? I can just down myself in this cup of water it wouldn't be that hard

wynnyfryd:

gareth praying for his tinnitus to kick in any time now

lettersinthesand:

"Gareth. GARETH. You aren't listening."

"Oh REALLY"

kesbird:

Gareth who is just LEARNING about his friends kinks in a speed run absolutely warp speeding it to Steve so that he doesn’t have to deal with this

Gorgeousgreymatter:

"I really wanna touch his hair. Do you think he'd let me if I ask? Can you ask??"

Gareth- looking around for someone to beg to murder him rn

wynnyfryd :

“his teeeeth. gareth his teeth are so lickable”

“that’s it you’re banned from the tequila for life”

kesbird:

Gareth sees Steve walk out of the party bathroom or whatever wherever they are beat fucking red because Eddie has been saying all that to Steve and losing it

Buff Muggin (Alpha Porn Roach) — Today at 4:17 PM

Eddie - I mean, Gareth. I just want to taste him. Look at his neck. Oh, the things I would do to bite it.

Gareth - Do you think it’s possible to drown in a red solo cup?

Eddie - I don’t know man, that’s not what we’re talking about right now

Gareth - I’m very willing to find out

wynnyfryd:

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

lettersinthesand:

Gareth slowly sipping his drink and turning away

Gorgeousgreymatter:

He's gonna knock on the door because everyone saw Steve and Robin go into the bathroom and Gareth is going to just be like "he's all yours, babysitter extraordinare"

kesbird:

ALSO SOME GOOD FUCKING SOUP

kesbird :

Exactlyyyyy!

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Because that's what Eddie keeps calling him and gareth has no fuxking idea what it means but fucking here u go

Babysit his ass

wynnyfryd:

“babysit his ass, apparently he’s into that too” lmfao

kesbird :

😂

Steve just- ???? But not having time to process because now he has two drunk octopuses

And Eddie is DELIGHTED to see him

Gorgeousgreymatter:

He's got two hands thankfully

Everyone watching Steve harringon the former king of Hawkins high leave with two people in his arms is objectively hilarious

Buff Muggin :

I both love incredibly supportive Gareth who tries to meddle in Eddie’s love life (to help him get the boy!!) and incredibly frustrated Gareth who hates how much Eddie talks about Steve

kesbird:

So he just gets practically tackled by a solid puddle of eddie

wynnyfryd:

gareth going through it

Image

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Robin getting a piggyback ride to the car (we were robbed of this in the Upside Down Steve would never even attempt to let Robin try to walk over those vines you cannot convince me otherwise) and just holding Eddie's hand

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Steve sends Gareth a fruit basket at the end of it all bc he doesn't know what else to do

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Which Eddie keeps swinging their arms and giggling

lettersinthesand:

ALL OF THIS

kesbird :

That is the most rich boy thing I’ve ever heard I love it

Gorgeousgreymatter:

30 bomb of beer and a post it that says thank you

Dude fruit basket

wynnyfryd:

that’s what they call their first apartment

kesbird:

Fucking iconic

Gorgeousgreymatter:

"If you puke in my hair I'm taking off your friendship bracelet and throwing it in the dirt, Robbie" -- she starts crying

lettersinthesand:

Robin is a crying drunk change my mind

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:25 PM

robin and eddie creating a feedback loop of sad wet eyed drunk idiots lmao

Gorgeousgreymatter:

I'd say she's a whiplash mood drunk lol

lettersinthesand :

Yeppp

kesbird:

Eddie is all - “I wanna tie you up Steve like a pretty little present 😌” meanwhile Robin is sobbing and Steve is having emotional whiplash

lettersinthesand:

Oh no now i had an angst plot bunny

wynnyfryd :

the sadness makes her nervous laugh until it turns to actual giggles

lettersinthesand:

Yes

wynnyfryd:

to the diary with you!! lol

lettersinthesand:

I feel like she's like me when drunk, which is super happy and intense until something happens and she's bawling her eyes out instead

Buff Muggin:

I definitely see Robin as the type to get really vocal to their friends about how much she loves them when she’s drunk. Like walking up to everyone she’s close to and being like “I need you to know that I am so happy we met and I love you so much you mean the world to me”

kesbird:

And the opposite is true too she’ll see someone she hates and BY GOD will they know by the end of that conversation

Gorgeousgreymatter:

"If you were a girl Steve I would marry you"

Cue drunk possessive argument between Robin and Eddie

wynnyfryd:

but then in the cold light of day steve tries to be like “that was really nice, what you said” and she’s all “gross, feelings 🤢”

wynnyfryd:

OH MY GOD a drunken passionate argument about who would be a better wife to steve

Buff Muggin (Alpha Porn Roach) — Today at 4:28 PM

Steve: Can we have a MOMENT for ONCE, ROBBIE?

Robin: Not while I am sober!

kesbird:

“My heart shrivels and dies the moment there’s no alcohol fueling it steve”

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:29 PM

"I love you too, Rob"

"Tell anyone I said that and your ass is grass Harrington"

"Might wanna get the lawnmower because you literally told everyone that already last night"

Buff Muggin (Alpha Porn Roach) — Today at 4:30 PM

“Tell anyone I said that-“ ROBIN EVERYONE KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU AND STEVE LOVE ONE ANOTHER (platonically) ITS NOT SOMETHING THAT NEEDS HIDDEN

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:31 PM

She tells everyone every single time she's drunk

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:31 PM

also quoting steve to steve while pretending not to be undying besties is just so good

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:31 PM

Like they all don't know

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:32 PM

nancy sarcastically over her drink like, “shocking news everyone, my girlfriend loves my ex more than me”

Buff Muggin (Alpha Porn Roach) — Today at 4:32 PM

You tried to “keep it under wraps” but those “wraps” were clear plastic cling film Robin. Everyone could see what was underneath it

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:33 PM

robin, starry eyed and missing all the sarcasm “i. love. him. so. MUCH”

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:33 PM

"But don't tell him!!!" In the loudest whisper whilst in Steve's lap

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie] — Today at 4:33 PM

THISSS

kesbird — Today at 4:34 PM

Even better if she stage whispers that directly to Steve lol

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:34 PM

eddie making the “lips are locked and the key is thrown away” gesture with the most sincere cow eyes

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:35 PM

That's going in the car scene

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:35 PM

argyle’s so high all the time that this actually is shocking news to him at every single party

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:35 PM

When her and Eddie argue over Steve

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:35 PM

He isn't even joking he is just as drunk and is 100% in on the seriousness

kesbird — Today at 4:36 PM

Covers Steve’s ears very badly for it too before Steve bats at him

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:36 PM

"But also ill fight you for him, Buckley. I'll fight you right now in this backseat!"

Steve: NO YOU WILL NOT

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:36 PM

Man Argyle as a background character in fic is so underrated

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:37 PM

kindergarten style slap fight commences

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:37 PM

Hdjshxxb this is gonna be so fun j have so many good dialogue ideas :loveteeth: :loveteeth:

kesbird — Today at 4:37 PM

:loveteeth: :loveteeth: :loveteeth:

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:37 PM

It will be a gift for all of you :EddieSIMP:

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:37 PM

:loveteeth:

kesbird — Today at 4:38 PM

Did I mention I would kill for you I’m just gonna leave that out there again because AHHHHHH

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:38 PM

Image

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:39 PM

...at Steve's house he has to go take care of Robin first so he takes Eddie to his bedroom and says STAY PUT all grumpy and Eddie says "I'll be a good boy for you stevie" and then Steve hurls himself into the sun

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:40 PM

Eddie is just. King of accidentally saying super hot shit

wynnyfryd — Today at 4:41 PM

AHHHHHHHHHH picturing him like, starfished on steve’s bed with his head hanging off the edge so he’s smiling upside down at steve

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:42 PM

Oh no he means it. 100% and that's what makes it part of Steve's agonies lol

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:42 PM

:loveteeth:

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:48 PM

...Steve trying to get Eddie to change clothes and he wants the yellow sweater but Steve's like you can't have it, I just gave it to Robin.

"Fine then gimme your letterman jacket"

'You can't wear that to bed eds it's not comfortable and I don't want you puking on it"

Steve is finally able to haggle and placate with the literal shirt he's wearing because it's the only one Eddie will agree to wear

lettersinthesand — Today at 4:48 PM

:loveteeth:

kesbird — Today at 4:49 PM

:loveteeth: :loveteeth: :loveteeth:

I’m gonna lose my mind dear god

At this point steve is taking a shower out of self preservation. Both to let off steam and also because Eddie was cuddling him he was no match

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:50 PM

...he's gonna jerk off in the shower and feel shit about it

kesbird — Today at 4:50 PM

EXACTLY

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:50 PM

But it's the only way he can cuddle Eddie how Eddie wants without dying lol

kesbird — Today at 4:51 PM

And then eddie comes in sober and sees everything through the glass and is like “whelp my time to shine lmao time to make good on some promises”

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie] — Today at 4:57 PM

MY TIME TO SHINE LMAAOODGUSGJFD

Steve having a crisis and Eddie just being inexplicably in love with him is my favorite steddie trope

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 4:59 PM

I'm seriously an excited puppy about writing this!!

Which means I'll get it done fast :ohreally:

hyperfixation powers activate

kesbird — Today at 5:08 PM

YESSSSS

Gorgeousgreymatter — Today at 5:09 PM

Also RIP everyone backreading this later

kesbird — Today at 5:13 PM

Oh i didn’t even think about that lol

I’m gonna try and start putting discussions on tumble again we’ll see how that goes

wynnyfryd — Today at 5:16 PM

re: this whole conversation akdkds

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Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie] — Today at 5:19 PM

Tldr Drunk Bitey Eddie + DD Steve with a sprinkling of drunk lovey Robin and a dash of exasperated flustered Gareth

#steddie #drunk!eddie #drunk!robin #steve #eddie #robin #dd!steve #gareth #party #11/18/22

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The Loving Seal shorts #3: Swells (Kaelan PoV)

(Halfway through the months and the shorts now!! I’m so glad people seem to be enjoying the selkie babies ❤️❤️❤️ It means a lot to me that you all love Kae and Nyv too)

This short is three of six, and actually the second one I wrote last March! I think it shows but ah, it’s for fun This time our selkie pups are a little older but there’s still a few things to work out ;)

(This short is a little over 3k words long)

I waited in my hiding place as another squeal rang through the water. That was one more down. How many were still hiding? Me and...two others? I tried to remember how many of us were swimming around in the kelp-ridden cove, and how many times I’d heard someone else get discovered.

The kelp swishing past the tiny alcove I’d wedged into moved sharply, and I froze. The last squeal had been close. Did that mean—

“GOT YOU!”

Nyvina’s shout was my only warning before she rocketed through the floating green and crashed right into me, sending us both spinning through the current as I added my own cry of alarm to the tally.

“Stop picking the same spot, Kae! You’re so bad at this!” she chided as she barreled away toward Aksel as he bolted from his place and tried to flee.

I answered with a disgruntled series of bubbles as her tail vanished into the kelp, then surfaced to catch my breath. The game wouldn’t last much longer now. Aksel would never outpace Nyvina, and she’d sniff out the last of us in no time. Bobbing in the waves, I peered over at the others around me and as I was ticking off who’d been found Aksel joined us with a whining croak.

It wasn’t long before Nyvina joined us too, preening gleefully as we turned scowls her way.

“It isn’t my fault none of you know how to hide. Pick better places if you don’t want me to catch you,” she scoffed, splashing water at our faces.

“There’s only so many places to choose in this cove, seaweed-breath,” Aksel answered, earning a hard headbutt for speaking up.

“We could try the West cove instead? The currents aren’t too bad today, so the rocks won’t be a problem,” I offered, making all but Nyvina look to me in horror.

“What, no! That’s too far!”

“Geez, Kae, do you want to be shark food?”

“I’m not allowed to go over there...”

“Sure. That’s a great idea.” Everyone looked to Nyvina like she’d lost her mind, but I chirped happily at the praise. I’d expected her to shoot the idea down as stupid, but she looked genuinely interested.

My mood dampened slightly when the others continued to resist it though.

“If you two want to go get smashed up on the rocks do ahead I guess. I’m going back to the pod.”

“Yeah, you two are crazy. I’m gonna see what my ma is doing.”

“I’m tired anyway. Gonna take a nap.”

Excuses were filed out as each head popped back below the water and everyone swam back for the pod’s beach, until the only ones left were me, Nyvina, and Laicy. Laicy had been the last one caught, so I supposed she was feeling rather brave, and the three of us bid good riddance to our fellow selkie pups and made our way for the West cove brimming with confidence.

As I’d thought, the cove was calmer than usual and riddled with hiding spots, and I proudly darted from place to place as the others voiced their surprise over it. Once we’d done a quick sweep to find choice nooks and crannies to burrow into Nyvina was chosen to play seeker again, and Laicy flipped past me as our friend swam for the surface to count down.

“Don’t let her catch you so easy this time, Kae. There’s not enough of us this time for her to pretend she doesn’t know where you are,” she called with a giggle, shaking her head when I gave her a bewildered look. She thought I was losing on purpose? It wasn’t my fault Nyvina was so good at hide and seek! I was doing my best!

Outraged, I darted to the sandy floor and burrowed under a bed of coral, determined to be discovered last this time.

I wasn’t.

Nyvina found me first for the next four rounds, and when it was Laicy’s turn to seek I didn’t fare much better. I’d given up at being good at the game and was “hiding” in a large cluster of kelp when it occurred to me I hadn’t been found in a while. Certain it wasn’t because I’d suddenly become harder to find, I poked my head into the open water and peered around to see what the hold up was just in time to see Laicy whipping by.

“Go! We need to go!” she said urgently before darting off and around to the edge of the cove.

Puzzled, I poked out further and watched her bubbles disperse, then looked back the way she’d come in time to see a large, familiar black and white shape coasting through the kelp deeper in the water.

I froze.

Orca.

Much, much too close to be outrun.

The half a lung of air I had left suddenly felt like it wouldn’t last another three seconds, and I remained frozen in place as the black and white flickers shifted, revealing two shapes gliding through the green. They hadn’t seen me yet, somehow, but it wouldn’t be long before they broke the kelp wall and saw me poking into plain sight.

I would have remained there until the giant creatures were upon me if I hadn’t been moved by a solid impact to my chest sending me careening toward the rock wall. Nyvina headbutted me again as I struggled to right myself, and before I knew it I’d been slammed into the bottom of a shallow crevice in the jagged rock, tucked behind a few thin strands of waving seaweed. She followed behind me as I was jammed into place, squishing herself over me to wedge into the hiding spot with me. Her claws gripped tight into my fur, and I stared wide-eyed past the swishing seaweed.

The orcas were in open water now. Drifting right by where I’d been seconds ago. One turned as it passed the spot, veering in Nyvina and I’s direction, and I hunkered lower with a tremor shaking through me. As it drew closer Nyvina set her head on mine, and we watched as it meandered by the rock wall.

It knew we were here. It had to. It had seen us, and was looking for where we’d gone.

It loomed closer, and as it floated by its body blocked out the light, filling our hiding spot with darkness. I could see into its eyes as the seaweed shifted, and in a heart-stopping instant saw the moment it sighted the seals tucked away in the rock.

“Stay here,” Nyvina hissed before darting out into the water right past the behemoth’s nose. My claws dug into the rock as the orca pumped its tail and gave chase. They vanished into the kelp, and I shivered as I found myself alone in the water, held frozen by bubbling memories.

“Stay hidden, sweet one. We’ll keep you safe,” Mama’s voice echoed, making me dig my claws into the rock with a whimper. I missed that voice. So soft and caring and beautiful. Right until the end.

Until she’d screamed, and screamed, and finally gone quiet forever.

The sea around me took on a red haze as horrible visions blurred in my mind, and I buried my face in my fins, telling myself it was all over. Mama and Papa were gone. Everyone was gone. But I was here. Nyvina was—no. Nyvina was still here, but she’d...

She’d told me to stay. Nyvina always knew best, like Mama had. She was smart. I would stay. I would do what she’d said. I would.

But as seconds ticked by all I wanted to do was help her. How though? What could I possibly do? She was faster than me. Cleverer. Smaller and more maneuverable. If anything I’d be in the way, and I’d get us both killed. But still…

More seconds passed, and with a timid bubble of air I forced my flippers to release the rocks and pushed out into the open water. These were orcas. Nyvina was amazing, but she was still just a selkie. And she was only here because of my idea. I’d never be able to bear it if she got hurt, especially not if it would be all my fault. I had to make sure she was alright. I had to. I’d keep my distance and move carefully, but I was going to make sure she’d made it to safety. I couldn’t hide away again. I didn’t ever want to hear Nyvina scream like Mama had.

Just a short distance from the kelp forest I came across a scene that made me glad I’d disobeyed. I peeked out from the green to see the orcas circling in the water beneath a small iceberg, heads popping up every few seconds to peer at something on top of it. I didn’t need to think hard to imagine what that something was.

Still, I drifted backward and raised myself to the surface anyway, taking a cautious gasp of air and raising my head just enough to see the above world. Sure enough, Nyvina’s spotted body was sprawled out in the center of the ice, splayed to hold her position as the orcas kicked up waves to try shaking her off. She was trapped.

I dipped back below and tried to think of a way to help. Nyvina hadn’t meant to go there. She was too smart for that. She’d had a plan. It hadn’t worked out, but she’d had one. What had it been? Trying to think through a plan like hers made my head hurt, but I tried anyway and slowly poked my head back up to look around again. She wouldn’t have tried to outrun them. She must have had a goal. What?

Casting my gaze around, I sighted a shore on a nearby island, long and sandy and full of inlets. Perfect shallow pools no orca could feasibly launch out at you from. Not quickly. They’d have to beach themselves, and on human legs escaping would be a joke. Was that what she’d been planning? It was close enough to be reasonable.

It was the best I had, and I knew I didn’t have time to find anything better before one of the circling orcas manged to shake Nyvina from her perch and tear her apart in front me. Shaking at the thought, I braced myself and took a few deep breaths to steady myself, then waited for one of the black and white heads to breach before loosing a loud howl.

I saw Nyvina’s head shoot up before I splashed beneath the water, but couldn’t take the time to look back at her as both orcas vocalized and gave chase. I shot straight for the shore I’d seen, aiming for the nearest inlet and praying I’d given myself enough space to make it there in time. Kelp and seaweed slapped my face on my bolting swim, but I welcomed it as opposed to sharp teeth digging into my flippers or sides.

Just a little farther. It hadn’t been far. The shore was right there…

A pitched cry right on my back put an extra burst of speed into me right as I hit the slope of the sand, and in a desperate dive I shot for the surface. I ripped out of my skin while still in midair, tumbling to the ground in a clumsy human heap, but clawed and scrabbled to keep moving forward as I heard loud splashes behind me.

Frustrated clicking followed me up the beach as I stumbled and crawled, but when I didn’t feel teeth catching my feet to flip and slam me into the ground I laughed hysterically and wheeled around to look back. The larger of the two was only a few lengths away, glaring at me as it seemed to consider trying to wiggle toward me out of spite, but when I took a few more steps backward it whistled and began wriggling back for the water as the other sprayed and watched from the shallows.

Safe but still terrified, I staggered further back and collapsed, letting my gaze go to the water to seek out the iceberg. It was empty. Good. With both orcas in sight I knew she’d made it to safety, wherever she’d gotten off to.

About ten seconds later, “wherever” turned out to be the very beach I sat on. I was still catching my breath and working shakes out of my system when Nyvina burst from the water and rushed toward me in human form. Her dark gray eyes were stormy and angry, and I knew I was in for it, but I couldn’t help admire her as she approached. She walked so smoothly, like she’d done it her whole life. Sure-footed and steady.

I beamed up at her heavily spotted form as she stood in front of me with her fists clenched at her sides. She flipped her wild curtain of black hair aside to ensure I witnessed the full—admittedly terrifying, but still lovely—expression of rage on her face, then stood at full height and kicked sand in my eyes.

“What were you thinking?! Do you know how close you were to being lunch, you idiot?! Why did you come out of hiding?!” she shouted, scuffing more sand until I coughed and rolled to my feet to squint down at her.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t want you to get hurt,” I replied, making her jerk back.

“I didn’t want you hurt either, stupid! That was dangerous! You aren’t fast enough to outswim an orca! Or good enough at hiding to avoid them! I thought I was going to have to watch them— I thought you were going to—” Snapping her mouth shut, Nyvina swallowed and calmed herself, giving me a gentle punch in the arm. “I wanted to protect you, Kae. I was scared. I don’t want to see anything happen to you. I don’t even want to see anything almost happen.”

“Why?” I blurted, blinking in surprise at the soft tone. That was a sound I didn’t usually hear from the feisty selkie—I knew she was kind, but she rarely let that part out these days.

Heart hammering, I waited expectantly as she wrinkled her spotty nose and gave my arm another punch, saying, “Because I like you.” Her face exploded with color as the words left her mouth, and I grinned widely back at her.

She scowled back, and her face darkened even more when I replied, “I like you too, Nivvie.”

“You like everybody, Kae,” she scoffed, arms crossing.

I shook my head and continued to grin, filling with a thrill even better than finding the perfect current to ride into a huge school of fish. “Not the way I like you,” I answered, feeling my breathing quicken when she stared back and words began bubbling out of my mouth. “It’s different with you. You make everything warm, and I look forward to seeing you every day, and I love watching you hunt, and you’re just so amazing to be around and talk to and—”

I stopped, seeing she was still staring at me, and lowered my gaze to fiddle with my fingers as I realized I’d gotten carried away. “Sorry, it’s just...I’ve...been thinking about it for a while. And I just wanted to tell you, I really…really like you, Vina. A lot. A whole lot. I think I want—”

Nyvina stopped me by stepping forward and catching my face in her hands, pulling me down into a kiss that turned my already-clumsy legs into jellyfish. I froze in place trying to keep myself upright, staring forward as Nyvina closed her eyes and held me close, and my mouth hung open when she stepped away.

“Oh.”

The wonder in my voice made Nyvina catch a few curls of her hair and twirl them, and she gazed into the eyes of my sealskin with her face still red. “...I like you a lot too Kae. I always have,” she mumbled, looking up with a jump when I loosed a relieved sigh and slumped further.

“Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure if you did! I kind of worried that I annoyed you because you’re usually so cool and confident and amazing and I know I talk a lot and get excited and—oh. Sorry. Um. Anyway, I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or...I wasn’t sure if you actually wanted me around or if you were just putting up with me because you’re nice...”

Nyvina’s brow creased, and she nodded sternly. “Of course I do. You’re wonderful, Kae. How could I not? I’ve liked you since you joined the pod. You’ve always been my favorite,” she said, eyes widening when I beamed back with my heart leaping up into my throat.

I watched her with my stomach flopping as her face darkened, blinking when she reached a shaky hand to touch my cheek. It was a softer touch than the last, and very comfortable, and she gulped when I leaned into it with a soft purr. Her hand steadied as she stroked the side of my face, fingers tracing the scars there, and I reveled in the pleasant contact as she coughed to clear her throat.

“You never annoy me, Kae. I like hearing your voice. And you’re cute when you’re excited. You don’t need to apologize for that,” she told me gruffly, letting out a quiet “eep” when I stepped forward to bundle her in my arms and croon into her sea of hair.

“That’s because my great-grandfather was a siren. Nice voices run in the family, I told you,” I teased, laughing when she thumped my arm.

“Kae,” she warned, even as her hand slid to touch my back instead, more tenderly. “I mean it though. You’ve never annoyed me.” She paused, sighing, and added, “Not for being excited at least. Maybe when you do something dumb. Like try to make yourself into orca bait.”

I grinned into her hair and held her tighter, peeking over her head to look out at the water. “Speaking of, you think they’re gone yet?”

Nyvina snorted. “Doubtful. We should probably wait here a while until they get bored and find something else to chase.”

“So what should we do while we wait?” I asked.

Humming, Nyvina raised her head to look up at me, resting her chin on my chest as she blinked slow. “I don’t know. What do you feel like doing, Kae?” she asked, hands slipping under my sealskin to curl around my waist.

We stood there holding each other in silence, gazes locked, until I let go to touch her chin and croon out, “I wouldn’t mind more kissing.”

Nyvina’s mouth split into a wonderful smile and she caught my hand in hers to weave our fingers together. She pressed her lips to my palm and peeled away to swing our joined arms.

“Hmm. I think I could go for something like that. Okay siren boy, how about you sing for us on the way over to those rocks, and we’ll see how we’re feeling when we get there?” she suggested, beaming back at me when I laughed and launched into the first song to come to mind as she gave my hand a tug and led us along the sandy shore.

#writing #The Loving Seal #Rai writes #writeblr #yup. still dunno what to tag these things #SO HERE WE GO #Kae's voice feels a little different in this one but eeeehhhhhhhh. Like I said this post is for fun #this short is allowed to be a lil rough. it's not like Ive had time to edit anything since Camp started lol #he's still a cute lil sweetheart and I would die for him #or kill for him. yknow. either/or/both #I love hoe Kae and Nyv's entire relationship is built on them always coming to save one another ;v; always there to catch each other #such sweet lil babies. so good to each other

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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The Dungeon Master❤️

Summary; Au where Billy survives the events of the s3 finale and comes back to town intent on making y/n another notch on his bedpost only to find her head over heels for Hellfires leader Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Billy is a cocky lil shit, jealous Eddie, fluff.

Pairings: Eddie x Reader

One sided Billy Hargrove x Reader

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work

💖

The first time y/n met Eddie was after cheer practice and she was picking up Dustin, Lucas and Mike from Hellfire.

She knew of Eddie of course from Dustin's idolisation of him, Steve's jealousy that he was certain Dustin thought Eddie was cooler than he was (which was kinda cute if you asked her, Dustin and Steve's bond was adorable)

Of course she heard the loud and obnoxious opinions (cough, cough Jason's) of Eddie, he was a freak, a weirdo blah, blah, blah. All because he and his friends played a fantasy game.

She never shared those opinions which put her at odds with Jason and his fellow teammates but she actually liked to get to know a person before judging them.

When she entered the place that Hellfire was played and was the sole focus of the group of guys and Erica Sinclair.

Shit...

"Henderson! Eddie stands up from his chair, a throne and crosses his arms furious. You know the rules, no one interrupts game play".

Double shit.

She does not want Dustin or the other boys in trouble so she hurries to diffuse the situation.

"I'm so sorry, don't blame the boys. It's my fault". Eddie gets up and walks over to her staring her down.

She stands her ground but can't help looking into those doe brown eyes of his, trailing over his tattoos and getting a little bit fixated on his lips.

Wow he's cute.

His angry stance softens a bit and he nods pointing to an extra seat.

"I'll let you off this time sweetheart, we are nearly done so you can wait". Dustin relaxes and she sits down watching the game.

Her focus the whole time is on Eddie, he's so animated and funny and when he smiles she feels herself tingle all over at those freaking dimples.

When the game ends she's startled out of her reverie by Dustin watching her anxiously while Lucas and Mike snigger in the background.

Eddie looks annoyed and shrugs catching her eye.

"Let me guess staring at the freakshow right? ". he points to himself and shakes his head

Wait... What?

''I don't think you're a freak and that wasn't why I was staring". Feeling a little bold she walks up to him and eyes the game.

"Maybe I want to learn more about the game but I'm so behind I might need more private lessons". She bat's her eyes up at him, he swallows then smirks in realisation.

"Oh, sweet princess there's no way you could handle me". He saunters off and she watches him ago.

That was the moment she fell for him but really she didn't think anything would happen and expected him to write her off.

He didn't. The following day he was waiting at the school for her and when she approached him he nods to the woods.

''You wanna ditch this shit. Hang out for a while?

Hell yes.

🖤

Billy drives to the school to pick up Max. He's been back in Hawkins for a few days, the first time since the events at Starcourt mall and barely survived that shit with the mindflayers possession.

Hawkins is still a shit hole, he'd be well out of the place but that dickhead father of his insisted they were staying put.

So here he was doing just that though he supposes Max the little shit isn't so bad, she did seem devastated when she thought he was going to die so he's cut her some slack.

He grins widely just his luck the cheerleaders are practicing. He spots that hot chick y/n who was at the mall last year with Harrington and Robin and smirks.

Well maybe Hawkins might not be so bad after all especially once that babe is in his bed.

This will be a piece of cake.

🖤

It's been weeks since her and Eddie first met and she's more smitten than ever but is sure he doesn't feel the same.

She knows he's dated quite a few women and he flirts with her all the time so she's sure he isn't shy.

Is it flirting though or wishful thinking and sure they spend a lot of time together but maybe her feelings are totally one-sided.

Eddie also much to the delight of Dustin is now in the gang and after a little bit of a shaky start gets on well with Steve.

Watching how he interacts with Dustin like an older protective big brother makes her melt inside. All this tough guy shit and he's soft as a marshmallow (not that she would ever tell him that)

The peace and quiet of the gang hanging out at the movie store is shattered by the door opening and walking in even though the sign says closed.

It's Billy.

Max gets up surprised and walks over to him confused.

"What I can't visit my little sister?". Robin points to the sign.

"We're closed right now". He ignores her and takes a drag of his cigarette before turning his attention to her. Eddie moves a little closer and she is a little confused by the tension on his features.

"Hello beautiful. I'm Billy".

Oh shit. Max rolls her eyes and she feels like a dear in headlights under Billy's gaze, he's cute and all but she knows he has a temper, Steve despises him and in her eyes Eddie is it for her.

Or he would be if he felt the same.

Speaking of which Eddie tenses and when she looks up he's glaring at Billy who's hand reaches over to caress her arm.

She's a little uncomfortable as he moves closer and looks at her up and down lust in his eyes.

"Maybe we could do some exercises keep you in fit shape for cheerleading huh?".

She steps away and shakes her head.

"Actually I'm fine here". He looks stunned and there's that hand on her arm again she's about to tell him to back the hell up but Eddie having enough steps in.

"Move your arm Hargrove or I'll break it". The whole room turns silent and Steve hovers ready to step in too.

Billy bursts out laughing.

"Munson right? Fuck you her boyfriend or something? Nah... No fucking way because I highly doubt she'd date a freak like you".

This is the thing that makes her snap.

"Leave him alone, he isn't a freak". Billy sneers and turns to her

"Maybe you're into him and he doesn't like you wouldn't that be ironic huh? Fall for the freak and he doesn't want you".

It hits right in her insecurities and she heads out to the back rooms hiding her tears and getting away from Billy's cold cruel laugh.

🖤

She can hear Max and Steve pushing Billy out the door and wants to go back inside but how can she face Eddie now?

Someone joins her and she looks up to find Eddie watching her concerned.

"Why are you upset?". She wipes her tears away and avoids his gaze.

"Isn't it obvious? Billy pretty much hit the nail on the head. I've fallen for you and you don't feel the same". His breath hitches and slowly his fingers entwine with hers.

He's gentle as he cups her face in his hands and kisses her, soft and sweet which turns more passionate and it leaves her a little breathless.

"I'm crazy about you baby been working up the courage to tell you but it's terrifying because I've never felt like this about anyone".

Elated she cuddles into his chest.

"I thought you knew? Fuck I was obvious enough that Henderson the little shrimp has been teasing me about it for a while now, I very much want to be with you princess have done since you gatecrashed Hellfire".

She beams and pulls him in for another kiss, that long? They are both oblivious idiots arent they?

"I want to be with you too". He strokes her cheek and kisses her again unaware of steve groaning and handing a smug Dustin twenty bucks.

"Yeah you were right you little shit don't get cocky about it okay".

✨🖤

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #billy hargrove x reader

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h0neypjm · 4 years ago

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Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?”

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.”

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.”

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding.

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.”

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh”

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together.

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown.

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time.

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue.

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered.

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.”

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock.

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue.

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.”

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion.

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves.

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery.

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon.

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length.

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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whumperooni · 4 years ago

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l-lamb girls??? ahh, thats so heckin cute! uhmm Can we maybe have some more thoughts of cute lil lamb girls being diddled??? im a sucker for soft cute things bein stuffed and corrupted by some big bad villain! i feel like lamb girls would be similiar to bunny girls, but maybe a bit more timid and chaste? and oh god, the adorable lil bleats while being bred- i hbnnnnhh

You absolutely can have some more thoughts!!!!

I’m so happy that you all have taken to sweet lil lambgirls!!!!! I’ve gotten some good requests already and I’m ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ over them

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Let’s do this!!!!!

tags/warnings: dubcon/noncon, breeding kink

“Well, well, well- look at what we have here.”

A squeak leaves the girl and Dabi grins as the cowering thing curls in on herself, as she presses against the dirty wall of the alleyway.

You’re an awfully cute little thing to be skulking around an alleyway late at night. What the hell are you doing out here with your little sundress and cardigan, your fearful eyes and trembling hands, your flicking...ears?

Dabi’s brow raises as he watches the fluffy things twitch. His hands reach out before he even thinks of it and he grabs onto your ears, pinches them between his bony fingers and makes you squeal and squirm.

“What are these, huh? They’re awfully cute, doll. Hey- what the hell are you supposed to be, huh? Some kinda lil bear?”

Under your fear, confusion bubbles up and you whine softly as he shakes the ears, try to back away from him only to make him tug on them tighter.

“N-No, please. I-”

“So what the fuck are ya?” Dabi interrupts, pinching them again and crowding in closer to you, leering down with a grin that makes you quake. “C’mon, sweetheart, I just wanna know.”

He yanks on them and that’s when you let out a bleat- your whole body jerking and little tears wetting your lashes.

Ah, shit- now he knows what you are.

Well, ain’t that fucking cute.

“Aww, a little lamb,” he croons, thumbs rubbing in little circles along your ears. The whimper that you let out doesn’t escape him- nor does the way your eyes screw up and your cheeks flush, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Hey, what’re ya doin’ out here, lambchop? Didja get separated from your flock?”

“D- Don’t call me that,” you sniffle out, head trying to turn away from him. He pinches your ears to keep you in place and you whimper again, cower even more as he leans down until his face is right in front of yours, until he can perfectly see those cute tears beading along your lashes and threatening to slip down your cheeks. “Mister, please- I just- I just wanna go home.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he agrees, voice dripping with faux-sympathy. He starts rubbing along your ears again- little circles with his thumbs that makes you squirm- and Dabi licks his lips when your thighs press together, when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. “Aw, babe, I’m just messin’ with ya- no need to be such a crybaby.”

Your pretty little lips tremble and Dabi grins at that little wobble, squeezes your ears gently and runs them through the slits of his fingers. A weak shiver runs through you and Dabi hums appreciatively at the tiny, stuttered bleat that chokes out from your throat, the way you try to shrink away from him when he grabs onto your waist with one hand and goes back to fondling one of your ears with the other.

“Hey, do ya got a tail too? Bet it’s real cute.”

A squeal leaves you as he easily turns you around- you barely try to fight him off, can’t really do anything with those weak squirms and pathetic little jerks of yours. Dabi forces you around and you whimper when he whistles- little hands scrabbling at the rough brick of the wall and a fluffy tail greeting him. He grabs at it immediately and you cry out when he grips it tight- back arching and your ass sticking out toward him, quivering little sobs starting to break from you.

“Hey- I was right; it’s pretty cute, lambchop.”

“Mis- Mister, please! Please let me-”

Dabi lands a smack to your ass and the words die under a whine, your little tail shakes along with your rump. Dabi stifles a groan at the sight and he grinds against your ass, reaches up to fondle your twitching ears. There’s another little bleat that sounds and then a whimper- ears jerking underneath his fingers and your ass rubbing all along his cock as you squirm and try to get away from him.

Oh, no- he’s not about to let a tender little morsel like you get away.

“Hey, calm down- I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt ya or anything.”

You only give a cute, pathetic little sob in response. It goes straight to his cock and Dabi licks his lips whenever you turn your head back to look at him- eyes bright with tears and cheeks flushed, wet lashes threatening to stick to your cheeks.

“Aw, darlin’,” he croons- mouth stretching with a grin, thumb massaging the fluffy mass of your ear and sending a tremble through you. “C’mon- I’m just playin’ with ya a little. Let me have some fun and I’ll let ya go, okay?”

“F- fun?”

“Yeah,” he tells you- gripping your tail again to mirror the way he plays with your ear. The tiniest bleat slips from your lips when he does and he nearly groans at the noise, presses tighter against your ass when you shiver. “Just a little fun, doll. Just a little fun and I’ll let ya go.”

“P-Promise?” you sniffle- lips wobbling with an upset pout, even more tears glistening and dripping from your lashes.

Aw, ain’t that adorable. You’re just the cutest little dipshit, aren’t you?

“Yeah, babe,” Dabi lies through his teeth- grin stretching wide enough to take up his whole place. “I promise.”

Another sniffle and your head bobs in a nod, your shoulders slump in dejection. Dabi almost laughs at it, but he just smacks your ass instead- makes you jerk and bleat before he pulls away.

If you were smart, you would have tried to run away when he did. But, no, you just cower like the frightened thing you are and rub at your eyes with loose fists.

Dabi grabs onto your wrist before the thought of fleeing enters your dumb little brain and he jerks you toward him, makes you follow after him on wobbly feet as he drags you out of the alley.

“W- what? M- Mister- where are you- I thought-”

“What? You want me to fuck you in the alley? Well, aren’t you eager.”

You squeak and shake your head frantically- eyes so wide and still so bright with tears. Dabi snorts and tugs you toward the hideout, grins whenever you whimper but don’t try to get away with more than a weak little pull of your arm.

“M-Mister, you didn’t say anything about- about-”

“About fucking? Oh, come on, lambchop- what kind of fun did you think I meant?”

“N-no! Please!”

Dabi ignores your pleading and your whines- just like all the people that he drags you past.

You try to grip onto the doorframe when he gets to the hideout, try to stop yourself from being pulled inside. It’s no use, though- he rips you from it with ease and makes you stumble into the hideout and into him. A panicked whimper leaves you and Dabi huffs at it, grips you by the hips and squeezes them so tight it has you wheezing.

“You better be good, sweetheart, or I might not let ya go.”

Fear has your eyes widening, another whimper sounding. You sniffle, head dropping, and Dabi yanks on your tail until you squeal and look back up at him- tears dripping down your flushed cheeks and body curling in on itself.

“Tell me you’ll be good,” he demands- grinning while you cower. “Tell me, little lamb.”

“I- I’ll be good! Mister, pl- please! I’ll be good!”

Yeah, of course you will.

Dabi grabs you by the wrist again and drags you past the bar and up the stairs- ignores whenever Twice pokes his head out of a room and gives him a curious little look. It’s only luck that keeps him from running into Toga and thank god for that- there’s no way he’d be able to keep the little freak from tearing you from him.

Whenever he gets to his room, he just scoops you up and tosses you on the bed. One of those cute little bleats leaves you as you land on the mattress and Dabi snorts whenever you bounce on the bed, whenever you scramble toward the corner of it and curl up, cower and shake like a leaf. He only has to grab you by the ankle and yank you toward him to get the tears flowing again and that’s enough to get him grinning, his cock throbbing. You’re so fucking weak and pathetic. It’s hot, makes him feel powerful as fuck. He likes it. Maybe he won’t let you leave after all. Dabi grabs your other ankle and drags you all the way to the end of the bed, kneels down and hooks your shaking legs over his shoulders. Your feet jerk against his back, kick and stutter against him as he whimpers. The thudding against him is so light and he barks a laugh at your ineffectual squirming, grins as he digs his fingers into your thighs. They’re so soft and he can’t help biting into the tender flesh, can’t help groaning whenever you shudder and whine. Your panties are just a little wet when he buries his face into your crotch and Dabi grins at that, pushes his hands up until he can rip them off, push your dress up over your twitching hips. “Lambchop,” he sneers, “you’re wet. What- do you like this? Like being eaten up by a big bad wolf? Is that why you were sulkin’ around the alley? You little slut.” “N- no! I- I’m not! I don’t- I don’t-” A swipe of his tongue through your folds has your squeaky protest dying, a whimpering whine leaving you. Your hips buck against his face when he flicks his tongue over your clit and Dabi grunts as your tail twitches under his chin, beats against him. Your little cunt is tight when he works a finger inside and your cry is cute- shivering and upset and high pitched. Dabi digs his fingers into your thigh as he forces another finger into your little hole and you sob- cushy insides squeezing around his digits and trying to push him out as you whine and squirm. A bleat leaves you whenever he curls his fingers and, for a second, it seems like the bucking of your hips is less out of fear and trying to get away and more like you’re trying to get him even deeper. Dabi groans at the thought and he dips his head to swirl his tongue along your clit, pumps his fingers and gets your thighs shaking over his shoulders. Your cunt pulses around him again and he laps at the beads of juice that are starting to slip out around his fingers, scratches over your hip to make you whine and jerk from him. “M- Mister, please! That- that hurts!” Yeah, no shit. Dabi lifts his head so he can take in your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, the shallow panting that makes your chest move in stuttering little motions. A whimper leaves you when he leans over you and he grins when your cunt tightens as your legs are forced against your chest, when you squeeze your eyes shut and your fingers curl into the covers. “And does this hurt?” he sneers, thumbing across your clit and curling his fingers again. You whimper and your cheeks flush darker, your pussy throbs around him. “C’mon- does it hurt? Tell me it hurts.” “It- it hurts!” “Liar.” You sob and Dabi’s grin grows as shame washes over you, as you try to curl up and away from him. It’s useless, of course, and Dabi leans closer to you, makes you mewl and bleat whenever his fingers grab onto one of your fluffy ears, rubs tiny circles along it. You bleat, again, and he feels you get more wet, feels your cunt tighten down on his fingers. He knew that would get you going. How fucking cute and pathetic. “Aw, you like that, little lamb?” he taunts. “You’re such a little whore- what kinda slut gets off to this?” “I’m not- I’m not- oh!” Dabi snorts as you moan and he takes a moment to slip a third finger inside of your tight cunt, snarls a little when he feels your cunt start to clamp down on him and flutter. “Did you just fucking come?” He doesn’t get an answer from you- all you do is whine and hide your face in your hands, sob as your shoulders shake. Dabi wrenches his fingers from your drooling cunt and he sticks them in his mouth, sucks off your shameful juices and looks over you with a smirk. He could just eat you up. “Roll over.” You shake your head, whimpering, and Dabi rolls his eyes, grabs onto your sundress and tugs on it until the buttons pop off and he can get an eyeful of your teats. “Well, shit, these are cute.” He doesn’t mean to mumble it, but he doesn’t really care that he does. His tongue runs over his lips and he grabs onto your tits, gives them a squeeze that has you whining and squirming. It doesn’t escape his attention that your ears twitch and it doesn’t escape his attention either that your cheeks flush darker, that your back arches just a little into his touch. You really do like this, don’t you? What a dirty little lamb. Dabi pinches your nipples and gets you gasping, your hands fisting the covers again. You don’t fight him when he flips you over- don’t do much more than whimper and bury your face in the covers with a sniveling whine. Dabi pushes your dress back up and he eyes your ass for a moment- appreciating the soft, unmarked flesh. A hard smack to it has it reddening and he laughs as you cry out, scrabble up the bed as pain shoots through you. Your next cry is even louder and Dabi grins as he drags you back by the the tail, lays another smack on you and gets you shaking. Your tail twitches in his grasp and he squeezes it hard before letting it go, grabs onto your cheeks and spreads you apart so he can get a look at your glistening cunt, your puckered little hole. He thinks about wrecking your ass, but dismisses it- he can always do it later; right now he just wants to feel your snug little cunt swallow his cock. “Aw, babe, you’re so wet for me.” “N- no- I’m not!” Your teary little lie is so cute, pathetic- he fucking loves it. Dabi grins as he takes his cock out, bites into his lip as he strokes over himself. Your tail shakes along with your body and you whimper whenever he rocks against your wet cunt, choke out a whine when he reaches to grab onto your ears again, fondle them. A tiny bleat sounds as he grinds against you and Dabi sneers over how easy it is to make your hips buck against him, how wet his cock gets when it slides through your folds. You’re really just a weak little whore, aren’t you? A dumb little baby that can’t help but submit to the mean, mean man and your cowering prey instincts. His dick slides into you with ease and Dabi grunts as you bleat and squirm underneath him, as your cunt squeezes around him. You’re still so fucking tight, but you’re wet too- soaked and hot, snug and sweet with your bleats and your twitching tail. “Fuck- you like this, don’t ya?” Dabi groans, fucking his cock deeper into you, squeezing your ears and making you bleat even louder. “You like this big cock fillin’ up your little lambcunt, don’t ya?” “N- no! You’re- you’re too big! It’s too much! Mister, please-” “Fuck, yeah- keep callin’ me that. Keep squeezin’ my cock, whore.” A smack to your ass and you’re left whining, clamping down on him even as you stutter out little pleas and protests. Dabi groans as his cock sinks in to the hilt, groans as your gummy and pulsing pussy squeezes around him like its trying to milk him dry. It wants him to fill you up, he knows- it wants him to breed your little lambcunt even if you beg him to pull out, to stop and let you go. Yeah, there’s no way that’s happening. Dabi grunts and he fucks into you- your cunt squelching and his balls slapping against you, a weak whine leaving you whenever he hunches over you and curls his fingers into your hair and grinds your face into the covers. “Fuck, this cunt,” he growls out. “You’re so fucking tight. Goddamn cocksleeve, fuckin’ little slut.” “Mister! Mister, please!” It sounds like you’re mewling now- muffled little whines cut up with bleats and moans, punctuated with squeezes around his cock. He hisses as you start to spasm around his dick, growls whenever your hips arch back against him and he gets even deeper into your snug little cunt. You cry out when he bites into your neck- seize up and then go limp against the bed, tremble with tiny little bleats that only make him fuck into your creaming pussy even harder. “Oh! Oh! Mister!” “Fuck, yeah- keep begging, baby. Tell me how much you like it.” A whimper and a shake of your head, a loud bleat and whine whenever he rains a smack on your ass. “Tell me, you stupid slut. C’mon- I can feel ya gripping me. Already felt you come.” “N- no! No, please-” Dabi grabs onto your tail and yanks it hard, gets you gasping and crying out a reedy keen that has him groaning. He tugs on your tail harder and you sob, shake as your whole body tightens and your nails claw over his sheets. “Tell me.” “I- I like it! I like it! Please stop-” Dabi moans and he lets go of your tail to grab onto your twitching hips, grunts as he fucks into you harder and faster and makes you bleat over and over again. “Gonna breed this lil lambcunt. Gonna- fuck- gonna fill ya up.” “No! Don’t-” Too late. Dabi comes with a groan and he keeps your hips pulled tight against him, doesn’t let you escape as he shoots his seed deep inside of your cunt and humps it into your womb. He can’t hear your sobs as he pants and just grins as you shake underneath him, hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek that makes you whimper and sniffle. The sight of his come dripping from your cunt whenever he slips out is the best damn thing that he’s seen in a long time and Dabi eyes your oozing pussy with a sense of satisfaction, gathers up his sticky white seed with his fingers and stuffs it back inside of you. One last tiny bleat and then you collapse on the bed fully- trembling and crying, flushed and whimpering. You don’t try to get away from him when he crawls over you and you don’t do more than snivel when he forces his lips against yours- your own moving with uncertain little presses that makes him snort whenever he pulls back. “C- Can I go now?” you whine out- voice thick with tears and exhaustion, shame. “M- Mister, please- you said...” “I don’t remember saying shit,” Dabi grunts, reaching over for his cigarettes and grinning whenever your eyes widen in fear. “N- no! You said- please-” Dabi ignores you as he lights up and takes a drag, huffs whenever your lips tremble and you weakly try to squirm out from underneath him. His hand grabbing your jaw has you stilling and a squeeze to it has you squealing- lashes dripping tears again and your body quaking in horror. “Nah, I don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere,” he tells you. “Think I like fuckin’ you too much, lambchop.” “But- but-” “But- but-,” Dabi mocks, leering as you whine and sob. You flinch when he squeezes your jaw again, whimper when he smacks your cheek. “C’mon, don’t be such a crybaby. I know you liked it.” “I didn’t-” “You did,” he huffs. “I felt you come on my cock. I know your little cunt liked being fucked and filled up by me.” Your head drops in shame and Dabi coos as you start to really cry, brushes your tears away with a mocking sweetness that only makes you sob harder. “Make me come again and I might let you go,” he tells you, fingers threading through your hair and gripping onto an ear again, rubbing them until you whimper and a strangled bleat sounds in your throat. “You can do that, can’t ya?” You bite your lip and Dabi knows you’ve resigned yourself to that with the way your shoulders slump, knows that he’s gonna have you creaming along his cock again. You’re so easy and simple and weak- he can string you along until you’re broken, until you’re made into a begging little slut for him. “P- promise?” Dabi’s lips stretch with a grin and he nods, watches as you sniffle and swipe away your tears. “Yeah, babe, I promise.” Another sniffle and then you nod- lips trembling with a pout and face so sulky and cute as you soak in the obvious lie. Fuckin’ idiot. Dabi moves to lean back against the pillows and he watches as you crawl between his legs, watches as your little ears twitch and your tongue peeks out to lick a tentative stripe along his cock. You shudder whenever he curls his fingers into your hair, but you part your lips when he forces you closer to his cock and Dabi grins as he smokes and looks down at you. Yeah, he’s not going to let you go. He’s not going to ever let you go. Dabi hums as you slowly swallow him down and he smirks when you shiver as his fingers rub along your ear, when a muffled bleat sounds along his cock.

#Anonymous #dabi x reader #rooni's shit #tw noncon #tw breeding kink #i was half asleep when i wrote this so please excuse it #but guh guh i do love lambgirls #dabi absolutely doesn't deserve a lambgirl #but he'd ruin one so well <3

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anne-i-write · 4 years ago

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moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

moriarty the patriot general taglist: @zoehanji

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #louis moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #sebastian moran #sebastian moran x reader #fred porlock

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poisonouswritings · 2 years ago

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This is a cheesy request, so don't mind me. 😂

Sage with MC who casually calls him pet names all the time (my love, darling, dear, babe, sweetheart,..etc) and a lot of Spanish endearment (mi amor, mi vida, mi alma, Cariño, Tesoro...etc).

And when they are mad at him, they call him by his real name, that's how he knows he fucked up. 😂

Bonus if they call him his full name, rip our cat boi he'll be missed.

Dee I do not remember if I told you this or not but Kit is Hispanic so she does this to Sage all the time. Usually she calls him 'gatito' (kitty) which is basic but I still think it's cute so

GN!Reader, I just think it's way funnier if Sage doesn't know any Spanish at all

Sage is just,, not used,,, to pet names,,,, at all,,,,,,

Like he calls you them sometimes when he's trying to be a lil flirty but if you guys are just out and about and you're like "oh can you grab that thing over there for me sweetheart?" and he just

(灬ºwº灬)♡ <- he would die for you in a heartbeat

Because he wasn't expecting it but it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

He's complaining about how he lost a fight or whatever and you go 'aw pobrecito (poor little thing)' and now he's pouting but his tail is wagging

I also just think,, because it's funnier if he doesn't know Spanish,,,, I think you could call him anything and if you say it with the right tone of voice he'll still get flustered,,,,,,,,

You're at the bar and he's drinking and you scratch behind his ear and kiss his cheek and call him a borracho (a drunk) and he's all shy and happy cause you said it nicely,,, but then Rime (aka the only other one who speaks Spanish) snickers into his drink and Sage is like Wait What Insult Did You Just Call Me

Zenith,, is a sun aspect,,, so you call him 'mi sol (my sun)' and that's probably one of the few words he does know and He Will Never Recover From This

No matter how many times you call him pet names I don't think he ever fully adjusts. He tries to do it back to you but if it isn't strictly in a flirty/sexual way he gets way too flustered and can't finish

He spills a drink on you and he kinda laughs and you look up at him and go :) oh that's okay Sage :) and he immediately stops laughing because Oh No You're Pissed

But even like,,, you off-handedly use his name instead of a nickname and he immediately gets sad and starts nudging your arm because :( What Did He Do Wrong :( He's Sorry :( and then you have to kiss him and coo at him and call him a bunch of little names until he calms down

Okay yes call him by his full name but also please consider calling him by your middle/last name and like on one hand he knows you're about to kill him but on the other hand his face is bright red and he's sinking into the floor because Even Though You're Mad At Him You Still Love Him And You're Not About To Leave Him and it really does make him feel better about the fact you're about to rip into him.

After you lecture him about something and he clearly feels bad about it you kiss his forehead and call him 'un tarado (a moron)' and he doesn't know what that means but you smiled softly when you said it so his tail wags :3

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath x reader #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fren asks #ozzy answers #Ozzy daydreams

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liliacvol6 · 3 years ago

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Just Famous

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You’re THE up and coming movie star, he’s the guy that plays Spider-Man. What happens when he reveals in an interview that you’re his celebrity crush

Warnings: Honestly just a cute ass lil story

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I had this in my drafts forever so I figured I should probably post it eventually :)))

(Y/F/N) - your first name

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/B/F) - your best friend’s name

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You sat on your couch reading a news article about the up and coming movie Spider-Man Far From Home. You were a large marvel fan and had wanted to get into the movie series, you auditioned for MJ but it ultimately went to Zendaya. You talked about this recently in an interview, how losing the role made you work harder and that’s how you go the role you were nominated for an oscar with.

“Y/N!!” Your manager and friend called to you, you looked up from your phone. Their face was bright red and they held out their phone, “Fucking watch this”

You grabbed her phone and pressed play. It was a video from an interview from the Far From Home press tour. Tom Holland, Zendaya and Jacob Batalon sat laughing and giggling while the interviewer came up with the next question, she waited for the giggles to die down and then said,

“So (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) auditioned for the role of MJ, do you think the movie would’ve been way different if she was cast and Zendaya, you weren’t?” Tom started looking around the room at everyone and as Zendaya started to speak Tom threw his hands in the air waving around,

“Wait just a minute, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) could’ve been my MJ? Are you serious??” Tom was smiling widely now, Zendaya slapped his arm and Jacob rolled his eyes,

“What am I not good enough??” Zendaya asked laughing, Tom shook his head and put his face in his hands

“No, you’re great but she’s celebrity crush for sure and I would love to meet her”

You gasped as your manager started laughing, “How crazy is that?” She asked taking her phone back. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Tom Holland was extremely cute and from what you had seen in interviews and red carpet appearances he was a real sweetheart too, and YOU were his celebrity crush... you couldn’t believe it.

~~~~~One week later~~~~~

In the past week you were still swimming around with the thought of Tom Holland. It was just a stupid comment that he probably didn’t mean but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The day you thought you had gotten over it, your manager informed you that you were just invited to the Far From Home premiere in two days. Naturally, this caused you to freak the fuck out even more than you already were. You called up your best friend and asked them to join you at the premiere. They said yes and now it was time for you to find the outfit.

*I’m in love with this dress btw *

You settled on a dress dress that was to die for. The red was a not so subtle nod to one of Spiderman’s iconic colors and you looked stunning.

~~~~~

The Night of the Premiere

“Okay we are approaching so you and (Y/B/F) get ready to depart the car” Your driver told you, you looked at your best friend and they smiled back at you. You were nervous yet excited, nervous because even though you’re an actress you still got nervous in front of the camera. Also nervous because you were most likely going to meet Tom Holland tonight, which also had you excited.

The car came to a stop and the door opened, you could see some flashing cameras in the distance and knew that’s the destination you had to get to. You stepped out of the car and people started screaming. You say all of the Spiderman fans screaming and waving. You waved back to them and (Y/B/F) came over and grabbed your hand, leading you to where you had to go. You scanned the people that were waiting to go onto the carpet. You were slightly overwhelmed with the amount of marvel stars that had shown up.

“Holy shit, this is insane” Your best friend whispered to you as they also looked around at all of the celebrities. You nodded to her and turned around to talk to her while you waited to go on the carpet.

“Oh my god! (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!! I didn’t know you would be here!” A voice yelled behind you, you turned and were face to face with none other than Zendaya herself. You were star-struck.

“Oh wow hi, you’re incredible and you look so beautiful” You said to her as she pulled you in for a hug. You introduced your best friend and they received a hug from Zendaya as well.

“I’m happy you’re here, Tom is a big fan” She said causing you to smile slightly. You wanted to tell her that you were a big fan of his but you couldn’t because Jacob came over and tapped her shoulder,

“Hey Z, we gotta take cast photos” He said looking from her to you, “You came! Awesome, Tom didn’t know if you would since his manager sent out the invite so late” He said smiling at you, you just laughed and waved as him and Zendaya were rushed over to the rest of the cast. You felt slightly embarrassed that everyone was throwing around Tom wanting to meet you like this wasn’t insane news to hear.

Your eyes landed on Tom Holland. The red suit, looked so good on him and you almost lost your breath when you saw him wearing glasses.

“Woah” you audibly said as your best friend’s eyes went to where you were looking, to your horror he turned his attention to you. You both made eye contact and you felt your stomach flip in knots. He was so handsome and he was looking at you. He gave you a smile and turned his attention back to taking photos.

After the group photos it was your turn to walk the carpet. You walked with confidence and smiled at the cameras. You were then joined by your best friend and took pictures together. When you turned to walk to the next picture spot you saw Tom staring at you, you went to smile but he turned away immediately. You watched as he started a new interview with Zendaya and it was your turn to walk past him and get ready to watch the movie. When you were walking past you heard your name being called by Zendaya. You turned and saw her ushering you over to the interview. You tried to not look nervous as you walked over to where the interviewer, Tom and Zendaya were standing smiling at you.

“Hi” You said to Zendaya, you turned to look at Tom and he was blushing. The interviewer laughed and held up her microphone.

“So, Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), we were just discussing all the different celebrities that are here tonight when Tom Holland let it slip that he was most excited to meet you” The interviewer said holding the microphone over to you, you didn’t know what to say, Tom was now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face and you giggled into the mic.

“That’s really sweet, I was really happy when I got the invite because I’m a huge Spiderman fan and I think Tom is doing a great job of portraying him” You said smiling at Tom and then the interviewer.

“Ah.. Thank you” Tom said quietly.

“Oh my god he’s so embarrassed, that’s so adorable” Zendaya said reaching out to pinch his cheek, he playfully slapped her hand away causing everyone to laugh.

After a few more questions that the interviewer had managed to loop you into as well, she said “Well thank you for the interview and I can’t wait to watch this film!” she said cheerfully before turning and moving on to interview someone else.

“I’m sorry about that” Tom said to you as you went to turn away, you turned back and made eye contact with him. You smiled and shrugged

“Don’t be, I have wanted to meet you for a while” You said, mentally you were applauding yourself, you couldn’t believe you managed something intelligent out and especially something somewhat flirty.

“Listen, I know we don’t know each other that well but if you would ever wanna get a bite to eat or something I’d love that” Tom said giving you a big smile, you felt your insides once again freaking out and you shook your head

“Yeah, I’d love that.” Tom beamed at you and then glanced down and back up

“You look beautiful tonight, and uh.. listen. there’s this after-party I’m throwing with a few friends and I’d love for you and your friend to come along so we could hang out. Only if you want.” He added the last part hastily

“Oh absolutely, that would be a lot of fun.”

“Great, can I get your number?” He asked, you said yes and he went over to Harrison who had his phone and brought it back to you.

You put your number in and he thanked you. You didn’t have any time after that to chat because everyone was called in to watch Far From Home. Your best friend tugged on your arm when you were in the theater and showed you your phone which they were keeping for you while you took pictures.

You had a new text

“Hey, It’s Tom!”

Another one

“Tom Holland, haha shoulda specified. Anyways, here’s the address for the party. I’m looking forward to seeing you there.”

Another text came in while you were looking at your phone

“And you really do look incredibly beautiful tonight” You smiled at your phone and texted him back

“You look incredibly handsome tonight, I especially love the glasses :)” You looked up just in time to see Tom getting flustered and Harrison laughing as Tom hit his arm. You couldn’t wait for the after-party.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #mcu #marvel

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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jjk; off-league

summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation. pairing; photographer!jk x fem!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity w.c; 6.2k a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write!

“C’mon, I need your opinion. Deadass. Don’t just say shit to make me feel better.”

“Gimmie those nudes, baby girl,” Johnny makes an impeccable fuckboy impersonation, making you feel a little squirmy to your stomach.

It’s an hour away from being the ass-crack’o-dawn and your impromptu pin-up photoshoot just needs the sexy-star-of-approval from your best friend. Johnny Suh is also up for reasons unmentioned, but you had a feeling his pretty boyfriend is fifty percent of the reason.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your frame against the black bodice of the sheer teddy. The only parts that are fully concealed are the parts that don’t matter. The sheer bodice reveals your pert nipples concealed by a thin black mesh, coupled with the deep V in the sweetheart neckline, accented by a little black bow in the dive of your highlighted cleavage. The silky a-line raceways to a set of black garters hugging your thighs, barely hanging onto a pair of lace thigh-highs.

It doesn’t leave you butt naked, but enough to make you feel confident about yourself. These pictures are for you, and Johnny. And Johnny’s boyfriend if he’s being nosy.

You tug off the silk bunny ears from your head, flinging it somewhere in your room. The wire started to dig in your brain, giving you a major headache.

“Sending them now,” you hang up and start compiling the pictures in a folder on Google Drive. Once that’s done you copy the shareable link, sending it to Johnny’s number. It happens all so fast, and you feel kind of giddy. As you were posing for the camera, taking your time to find all the right angles, you felt good, you felt sexy in your little get up. Channeling your inner Ariana Grande was one of your childhood dreams, your fifteen year old self would be proud.

Five minutes pass, fifteen, and by the twenty-five minute mark you’re pissed. What’s taking Johnny so long?

Makeup scrubbed clean and face bare, you shuffle in your duvet, far too tired to be waiting up this long. Punching in his number once more, you cry, “Hey! Why haven’t you looked at them yet?”

“What?” your friend’s voice sounds pebbly through the line. Was Johnny sleeping? “You never sent them!” he whines tiredly.

“No, I definitely sent them!” you pull the phone away and keep Johnny on call, ready to prove him wrong.

But to your surprise, the last message you sent to Johnny was this afternoon.

The most recent message is to a person named John Kook.

You scream.

Johnny screams back at you with an equal amount of force, “What the fuck? Did someone break in? Are you being mobbed? See, this is why I wanted to put the baby monitor in your room—”

“Worse!” you’re well prepared for any break in, but not for this. “I sent my pics to the wrong John!”

“Well… is he at least cute?”

“I mean, in the fourth grade he looked pretty cute with that front tooth missing,” you find your output of frustration, your bunny plush, pulling it by the ear and hitting it against the bed. “His name isn’t even John! It was just his English name for a silly project we did in middle school. This is so embarrassing, all I can picture is a twelve-year-old Jungkook mortified from sexual harassment. I basically sent him nudes!”

“Tasteful nudes.”

“I’m gonna die.”

“He’s gonna die, of happiness.”

Jeon Jungkook was a classmate from elementary through middle school. Time and time again was he the object of your affections, from the first grade at the roller rink to the speech he made at graduation. But really, who cares? You’re old and have a job, and it’s not like you’ve communicated with any of your former classmates.

Your horror amplifies when the Delivered receipt is changed to Read 3:41AM.

“Fuck! Fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget he saw it!” you cry, “does he still have my number? What if he deleted my contact, would that be even weirder?”

“Girl, stop.” Johnny sighs, and you can already picture him running his thumb between his brows. “This doesn’t change anything, alright? You two don’t know each other anymore. Block his number and go to sleep.”

Johnny leaves you alone after that, and you’re left alone to mull over the implications of sending Jeon Jungkook your nude photoshoot.

You do block his number, knowing that waiting for a reply would drive you nuts. The one thing that you do which is possibly worse, is look him up on Instagram.

Of course, he’s stupid hot.

He doesn’t seem to like being on the receiving end of the camera however, in favor of his timeline being filled with romantic shots of the beach and city. In between the picturesque views and watercolor sunsets do you see glimpses of him and his current life. You can’t help but smile when you see him with his brother and parents during his college graduation, easily towering over all of them. He looks tall with fluffy cocoa hair, big pearly whites gleaming proudly at the camera. He grew up well.

To torture yourself even more, you even look through his story. Twelve hours ago, he was at the gym lifting weights. Normally, you’d be disgusted by people trying to show off their grunt faces drenched in sweat, but of course Jungkook has to have on a silly smile and pump his fist up after he deadlifts. The sweat clinging to his shirt is also a high plus. His gorgeous display of abs has your hands fluttering over your own belly. Maybe you need to exercise more.

Four hours ago, you see him and a pretty woman with their cheeks squished together, using the puppy filter. Of course he has a girlfriend.

Reluctant, you open up your Google Drive and scroll through your photoshoot. Deflated, you frown at the pictures that once made you beam with pride, picking at every little detail that bothered you. You really can’t believe you sent these to Jeon Jungkook, no longer a fourth grader with one front tooth, but a man way out of your league.

By the time you will yourself to sleep, the sun peeks from the horizon, telling you to move on.

“Hey Gyu,” you tiptoe over to the table much too small for Mingyu’s frame. The string bean is slumped over his iPad pro, drawing intently at some chibi OCs. “Got a plot for that one?” you ask, pointing at the little pink and blue creature decorating the screen.

Mingyu grunts in reply, obviously engrossed. It isn’t until you slide him a matcha frappe from Starbucks that he becomes intelligible, muttering a “thank you” as he blends with his pen.

Sensing that it’s going to be awhile before you get through to him, you take your usual rounds around the front desk and lobby of the cosy photo studio. There’s pretty pictures of Mingyu’s work, along with the other employees Minghao and Hoseok. Each section of the wall features a different taste of each person’s interest. Mingyu is a divine lover of soft bed sheets and hot tea, many of his photographs and paintings featuring cafes or perfectly messy beds you’ve seen on hotel advertisements. Minghao is a tasteful artisan, splotches of color retaliating against neutral backgrounds. Finally, Hoseok manages to find balance in the people, large cityscapes telling both large and small stories.

“Alright,” Mingyu’s deep voice forces you to curl your head, where he’s sipping at his drink with haste. “What’cha here for?”

You frown, “Don’t you remember? I told you last week I’d be stopping by to get my photos developed,” you gesture to the Pentax in your hands, an heirloom from your great-aunt. While you did take digital photos for sending them to Johnny, the ones you wanted developed were taken side-by-side with the film camera. You figured that film would give a little more authenticity to your photoshoot.

“Shit, that’s today?” the camera falls like deadweight, slapping against your sweater as you watch Mingyu frantically look through his digital calendar. He looks at you, dejected. “How many prints?”

“I don’t know, maybe like six. Or eight?”

“That’s gonna take too long, I’m heading down to Hidden Grounds for a vision meeting at two.”

“Alright, I’m free all day. What about after?”

“Nah, you came all this way. I can just let the new guy help you.” and Mingyu makes a show of cupping his hands in the direction of the open hallway, “Yah, Jeon Jungkook! Get your cute ass out here!”

The Pentax around your neck suddenly feels like weight akin to a two-ton boulder, and you surge forward, not caring that the corner of the table is digging into your belly. “Mingyu,” you garble, and Mingyu is shell-shocked by the desperation in your eyes. “Isn’t Minghao around or something? Or I can come back another time? These photos are really personal and I don’t feel comfortable having a stranger see them.”

“What? We’re professionals, don’t belittle us.”

“No, seriously,” you whine, you tug at the collar of his denim jacket, noses practically touching. “These pictures are different. My tits are out and my legs are spread—”

“—interrupting something?”

You hear some shuffling, and you turn around to see Jeon Jungkook’s back, comically turned to face the entrance.

And damn, he did have a cute ass. Nothing is going to hide the glory in those jeans, absolutely nothing.

“Hilarious,” Mingyu drawls, and you push him away. “Forget it, Kook. She doesn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger develop her photos.”

Sensing that it’s safe to turn around, you watch as his black bangs flutter as he faces you. You hope your body language doesn’t betray how you’re really feeling, because you are a mere mortal and you’re weak in the presence of god-like figures.

“Oh, what a relief then,” he smiles at you, and his voice sounds like honey. If there was malice or surprise in his tone, his good-natured expression betrays it. “Because I’ve known this friend since elementary school. We go way back.”

You ignore the burn in the back of your head, as you are positive Mingyu knows you’re hiding something.

“Really, what a coincidence.” Mingyu replies carefully, and you feel utterly stuck between these men and their banter, locked up like cream in an Oreo cookie.

Nothing argues against Jungkook as he easily weaves through the thick wave of awkwardness, hands reaching out to touch your camera. “Wow,” he marvels, holding the object in his hands, “my dad has one of these.”

“A-ha,” you take a step back, only to bump into the corner of the table, again. Ouch. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m actually busy today so I can come when Mingyu’s free–”

“Oh, I thought you were free all day,” Mingyu drawls, looking up through his lashes as he sips languidly at his drink.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook says good-naturedly, as if Mingyu just didn’t out you. “We got a lot of catching up to do anyway, c’mon.”

Jungkook moves to place a hand in the small of your back and that’s enough to get you to rev up. Refusing to let any contact get between the two of you, you zip ahead down the familiar hallway, turning your head to catch Mingyu grinning with all canines, shooing you with his fingers like a puppy.

You send Mingyu a stream of “fuck yous” into his inbox for later, unwilling to settle with this curse. Busying yourself with your phone, you avoid eye contact with Jungkook until you reach the dark room. The red light turned off at the top of the doorhenge signals that the room is not in use. Jungkook makes a move to open the door and that’s when you pounce, blocking the doorway with your small body. It’s comical, really.

Jungkook raises a brow at you, but says nothing.

“I really can wait, Jungkook,” you steel yourself, forcing a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t like you developing my pictures—”

It’s then that his pretty cupid’s bow unfurls into a full-fledged grin. “Girlfriend... you’ve been keeping tabs on me?”

“Fuck, well I had to!” your face is as red as the dark room’s alert light, now on because Jungkook flicked the switch and he’s between your arm to unlock the door. Your hand brushes his as you both reach the knob. “I’m really really sorry I sent those pictures. They were for Johnny—you remember Johnny Suh from English class? And I saved you in my contacts as “John Kook” so it was an honest mess up.”

Jungkook hums, so light that the breathiness in his chords flutters your grip on the knob. He forces the door ajar, and you’re left to follow him in the dark room, cluttered with solutions and fancy equipment.

“Thought so,” Jungkook shrugged, giving a one-over at the materials in the room, mulling over his next steps in developing your film.

You’re still petrified at the doorway, holding your Pentax between both hands like a lifeline. Jungkook’s head lols to you, and you get a pretty view of the way his bangs brush over his forehead, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His expression is a little tired, but overall unreadable. He sighs your name, lethargic.

“We’re already here, so might as well get this done,” he gestures to the camera in your vice grip. “Do you wanna pick the shots or do you want me to?”

He’s already seen the digitals, what’s so different about getting a couple prints? With a slight pout you drag your feet over to him, relinquishing your camera. “I’m thinking you have a better eye for this than I do.”

“You think right.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Cocky, but what you’ve seen on Instagram definitely justifies his sentiment. Jungkook pays no mind to you, busying his hands with the various containers in front of him, measuring the solutions for the developer, stopper, and fixer. You were always entranced by the process of developing film, especially in highschool where their photography club holed themselves in the darkroom like a secret lair.

“Alright,” he pops open the canister, carefully laying out sections of the film in groups of four. “Want me to pick a random one for a tester?”

You frown, “At least put some thought into it.”

“Always,” it looks like he already decided way before he popped the question, immediately taking a negative and placing it in the carrier.

His fingers are nimble as he takes the time to clean off the dust and any debris that could potentially ruin the image. Then he turns off the lights and begins the process. You dive around him, trying to keep your distance but still too curious to leave his side. If he’s annoyed he fails to show it, in favor of humming whatever song comes from his Echo Dot.

You always got the solos in choir. You wanted to reminisce, but you’re too nervous to say it out loud.

Even though it’s his job and he’s being a professional, you romanticize the experience, watching as he carefully puts the print in each liquid process. Your image blooms to life, and you feel your stomach churn as the photo develops before your eyes.

After a final dip in the solution stopper, he places the first product in a bath of water. Even though you are mere centimeters away, you can clearly see the image of you swimming around the container.

“Alright!” Jungkook hangs the finished picture on a pastel pink clothespin, tacking it in place. “Whaddya think?”

Your breath catches in your throat, feeling heavy as you look at the image of you reflected in the glossy paper. You’re perched on your bed, a hand splaying between your legs as the other hand toys with the silk bunny ears. You’re leaned slightly, giving an ample view of your cleavage. However, the image of you is definitely different from being blown up in comparison to the negatives, and you squirm uncomfortably at your full display.

“I look,” you bite your tongue, internally debating whether you like it or not. Not to spare Jungkook the theatrics you shrug, “It’s good.”

The lack of enthusiasm seems to dissatisfy Jungkook however, as he has to take a double take and look back and forth between the image and the real thing. “What’s wrong with it, do you think Johnny’ll not like it?”

“What?” you furrow your brows, breaking into a nervous laugh. “Johnny has a boyfriend. I just wanted his opinion. This photoshoot is for me, y’know? Just something to make me feel good about myself.”

Jungkook’s lips morph into a little ‘o’, and you see a little bit of the child you once knew in the way he’s mulling over the situation.

“Then can I give you my honest opinion?” Jungkook clips off the half-dried photo, holding it between you two. “Stop thinking so hard about every little thing you don’t like about yourself. If I was your boyfriend and you gifted this to me, I’d be creaming my pants. You look fucking sexy, all grown up since you cried in the fourth grade.”

You’ve just been flung a litany of words you have no brain capacity to digest. Along with that, the immense heat you didn’t know you’ve been suppressing surges to your belly, low and simmering. Jungkook stares at you in earnest, despite his sudden gush of honesty, you don’t know what to say. There’s a dash of pink staining his cheeks, betraying the confidence he previously displayed. He stiffens when you don’t reply immediately and moves to clean his materials, his sudden bout of bold honesty quickly shrinking.

“Y-you know,” you look down at your feet, “the only reason why I cried in the fourth grade was because you told me Santa wasn’t real.”

Jungkook softens, tilting his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Thanks though,” you gently reach for the photo in Jungkook’s grasp, looking at it without contempt. “But won’t your girlfriend be upset if she knew you were saying things like this about someone else?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if you looked through the rest of my Instagram story,” Jungkooks cards a hand through his already mussed hair, splitting the ends. “You would see that she’s not my girlfriend, but my tattoo artist.”

For added measure, he wiggles his fingers in front of you, revealing pretty ink and silver bands across his knuckles.

“Oh,” your voice is feather light, and you’re sure you’re drooling as you stare far too long at the letters that mark his hands, curious as to what they symbolize.

“So, as a singleton telling another singleton,” he continues, “I know it’s meaningless if you don’t believe it yourself, but I’m telling you, you’re attractive.”

“Thanks,” you hold the picture tightly in your grasp, eyes flickering to the negatives in the room ready to be galvanized into a full-fledged picture. “Why don’t we wrap this up, huh? We can continue another time.”

If he notices how much the paper wilts in your grasp, he doesn’t comment on it. “Are you sure? I know it takes a lot of time, but I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” you force a smile, one hand on the lightswitch. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, okay?”

Jungkook swallows, nodding mechanically. “Okay.”

“It was really nice seeing you, Kook.” you blurt before you could chicken out, letting the room bask in darkness a little longer so he can’t see your flustered state. “I’m not even going to downplay it, you look great.”

You half-expect a cocky remark, or a little chest pumping from the compliment. At the sound of his nickname however, 4th grade Jeon Jungkook resurfaces and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Like I said, so do you,” he replies easily, sending you a soft smile and opening the door for you.

The door closes shut behind you and you exhale, patting your cheeks and willing for the chilly air to calm you down.

When you get home that day, you shuck off all your clothes and crawl into bed. You cry out when the metal framing of your bunny ears stabs you in the back, and you fling it to some unmentionable part of the room. You reach for a bag of half-opened sour gummy worms, flipping open your MacBook to continue streaming the soft magical girl anime you’ve been hooked on these past few weeks.

Not even Sailor Uranus can distract you; however, by the time it’s dark and you’ve run out of distractions, you finally pull the plug and unblock Jungkook from your list of contacts.

Your phone buzzes, the incessant vibration relaying all the messages you’ve missed.

[March 12th, 3:53AM]

You: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/0343…

John Kook: ???

John Kook: you probably sent this to me by accident… sorry i clicked on it

John Kook: is it weird if i said you’ve done a massive glow up since the middle school dance?

[March 12th, 12:02 PM]

John Kook: are u mad

John Kook: you’re mad

John Kook: am i makin this weird by continuing to text you

John Kook: im making it weird.

[March 31st, 6:24 PM]

John Kook: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/049…

You tilt your head at the folder link, it was sent only a few hours ago. With a click, you’re enlightened to a set of digital photos. Your photos from your photoshoot, but not quite. They’ve been expertly edited, not too much to distort your looks, but only to enhance your features. A small, barely there smile creeps from your subconscious, ultimately touched by the gesture.

John Kook: sorry if i pushed too hard today.

Guilt overrides your nerves, prompting you to immediately press the call button on his contact. Not to your surprise, Jungkook’s light voice calls your name through the line after the second ring.

“Don’t be sorry,” you blurt, forgoing the hellos. “It was the right amount of push, I feel better, really. If anything, I’m sorry. I blocked your number because I was scared to read your reaction.”

You hear him sigh along the line, and you feel that breath ripple through your nerves, as if he’s right next to you. “It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing.”

“The pictures you just sent, they’re really beautiful. You did a good job.”

“Thanks, I had a bit of help. I didn’t have to do much.”

“Oh, did Mingyu come back from his meeting?”

"No, I uh," Jungkook chuckles, and while you don't really know why, the sound is nonetheless pleasant. “It was mostly the lighting and coloring I fixed up. Didn’t need to do much since you already looked so pretty as it is.”

You choke on your saliva.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you cough, “just choked on a snack I was eating.” he hums in reply, and you pray he doesn’t hear your stomach fervently retort that you haven’t eaten since lunch. “So, I think I’m up for developing more of the film. When can I drop by?”

“I’m free Saturday,” Jungkook chirps, “I have a shoot until noon but you can come anytime after that.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there,” you clutch the phone with both hands. “I can bring lunch. What do you like to eat?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m already buying for Minghao,” you lie, “do you like burgers?”

“I can’t say no to a good burger,” Jungkook’s smile feels almost palpable against the line, “do you remember our field trip to the national museum of history? We had burgers on the street!”

“Oh, those were so good,” you moan, fuzzy memories of a middle grade field trip resurfacing to clarity, “but you ate like, ten of them!”

“I still get nightmares,” he warns, “don’t let me go to bed like this.”

You giggle, letting your body meld further into your warm mattress. “Maybe I’ll just show up with ten burgers for you tomorrow.”

“I’ll throw up on you, try me.”

Minghao’s adjusting the frames on their display wall by the centimeter, and it’s pissing him off.

“Ah, it’s off,” he mutters to himself when you walk in, indicated by the electronic bell. He turns to you briefly, pulling a leveler out of his overall pocket. “Doesn’t this look off?”

“Uh,” you look towards Mingyu at the front desk, who is paying no mind as he continues scribbling on his iPad. You tilt your head towards your former college classmate. “It doesn’t look off from over here?”

Tacking the leveler on one of the frames, he whines, “It’s five degrees off.”

Mingyu puts his pen down to reach over the counter and grab the paper from your hands, steaming with the scent of fast food, “He’s been like this for hours, don’t mind him.”

He doesn’t even ask whether the food is his, Mingyu sees grease and he claims. Reaching for an oil-wrapped parchment, he unfolds the paper to reveal a handsome burger with all the fix-ens.

Barely satisfied, Minghao steps away from the art display. There is a sizable gap in the display, now divided between four artists instead of three. You wonder how Jungkook’s work will look amongst the other artists.

“Cute ‘fit.” Minghao mumbles, nodding approvingly at your clothes as he digs into the bag for his own burger.

You send a half-smile his way. If an outfit is Minghao-approved, that means you’ve gone above and beyond. At least, you tried to play it off like you didn’t try to look cute. It’s not like you’re intimidated by Jungkook, living with a major fifteen-year glow up. After all, he’s already seen more than you can imagine.

Mingyu takes notice, eyes going south to where your white blouse meets your cleavage. You hurl a fry at his face, “Eyes up here, perv.”

He scrunches his nose, lifting a greasy thumb to slide a manila envelope over to you. “Here’s the developed pictures. Intercepted Kook and I finished them this morning.”

You frown, “Jungkook’s not done with his photoshoot yet?”

“Oh, he’s been done.” Mingyu’s eyes roll back to one of the studios. “But I’m saying is, you got what you needed. So you can leave if you want,” but he grins at you, canines so sharp you feel his stare jabbing you in the proverbial neck. “Unlesssss you want to go in and say hi.”

If he has any inkling of what’s going on in your head, it’s definitely confirmed when your face turns hot. Damn body, you’re betraying me! With a flourish you grab the fries from under Mingyu’s nose, along with whatever’s left in the fast food bag.

Minghao’s smiling through his burger, knowing if he pulls any type of savagery his lunch would certainly be pulled from under his chin.

“Whatever you’re thinking, drop it or the burger will be going in your ass instead of out.” You mean to sound menacing, but the Min-squared and their boisterous laughter follow you down the hallway and into the occupied studio.

“Hey Jungkoo—wow.”

You’re sure you look like Alice, enthralled by the little wonderland she just stepped into. The set is beautiful, right out of a fairytale. It has a very old-romance vibe, like Morticia and Gomez Addams. There lay a couch made of the darkest, richest wood, with velvet red cushions covering the body. Across the floor laid hundreds of black rose petals, blanketing the floor in a sea of ebony.

“It’s for a wedding, gothic themed.” Jungkook supplies helpfully, still fiddling with whatever he was looking on his digital camera. He’s looking utterly soft in a matching grey sweat combination, something that would easily disgust you during high school, but unfairly works with him.

“The shoot must’ve been beautiful.”

“It was.”

“I uh, got this for you.” Your fingers start to sweat from clutching the bag so hard, and you place it on his work table.

He finally looks up from his camera, giving you a wan smile. “I thought you got those for Minghao.”

You mentally slap your cheeks, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do somersaults. “He got his own. Your portion has a cookie in it, so.”

His cute teeth unveil themselves at the mention of sweets, and you can’t help but smile back at the familiarity.

The two of you take your time in enjoying your lunch, not meaning to stay but the very back of your mind hoping he’d like to share a meal with you. After all, Mingyu and Minghao are probably at the front relishing in your very obvious attraction. What can you say, first crushes never die.

Between sips of your milkshake, you’ve taken to flipping through Jungkook’s portfolio. There’s a myriad of different subjects: beaches, people, the occasional squirrel. Each section of the portfolio feels like you’re being transported to a new side of Jungkook and his artistry, and you ached to know more.

“Wow,” you point at an action shot of two girls in a dance studio, “this duo looks like Chungha and Hyoyeon.”

He swallows his (second) burger, having the audacity to sink sheepishly in his sweater. “It is Chungha and Hyoyeon.”

You nearly choke on your cookie. “That’s amazing.” you say breathlessly, looking closer at the image. In fact, the beautiful women photographed are famed hip-hop choreographers Chungha and Hyoyeon. You can’t imagine how good Jungkook must be to manage a photoshoot with them.

As proud as you are of Jungkook, it reminds you that since middle school you two have lived completely different lives. You wonder if Jungkook gets these kinds of gigs all the time, hanging around with gorgeous, talented people like himself.

Jungkook says your name once, twice. He looks at you concerned, and you’re melting in his large carmine eyes. If he notices your usual overthinking, he doesn’t say anything, and gestures to the section at the end of his portfolio. “This isn’t my best work, but it’s one of my favorites.”

There’s something familiar about this set. A playground with a busted swing set. Children riding on bikes and colorful class shirts. Ice cream melting on fists.

Thirteen-year-old you hanging on top of your middle school’s leafless tree, clutching your baseball cap as you shade yourself from the sunset.

“Was this the first time you took pictures?” you ask, thumbing the picture of yourself.

“Yeah. It’s when I decided it’s what I wanted to do the rest of my life.”

“I know we didn’t know each other that well and we’ve only recently connected but,” you give him a shy smile, “I’m really proud of what you’ve grown up to be, Jungkook.”

He looks like you’ve hung him the moon and stars, his half-eaten burger loosening in his grasp. His lips are parted cutely, like a kitten who’s just been offered a fresh glass of milk. You cough at the sudden pause in conversation, feeling self-conscious of your impulse confession. You don’t even have it in you to be disgusted when Jungkook hastily shoves the second half of his burger down his throat, tips of his ears pink.

Leaving him be, you press a palm to your cheek, looking at the wedding set.

Jungkook downs half a water bottle before he speaks again. “Y’know, it would be a shame to clean up this set already. It was kind of expensive.”

“Yeah,” you echo, standing up and kicking off your slippers. You kick your feet in the air, watching the black petals kiss across your ankles.

“I have an idea,” he wipes his hands on his sweats, “why don’t you go back home and get an outfit you really like. Lingerie, a cute outfit, whatever. Let me give you a photoshoot you’d love.”

You look up from your petal dance, balking. “Jungkook! That’s not necessary, I told you the photos I took were okay.”

“Yeah but, you didn’t seem entirely happy. C’mon, I got a camera and a beautiful set. Why waste it?” his hands naturally gravitate towards his charging camera, already turning it on. “I can do lighting, I know all your good angles. What’s stopping us?”

Really, what’s stopping you? Your hands fiddle with your open flannel, the soft material comforting you as you look across the set. You try to imagine yourself, your body draped across the velvet pillows and black petals. Would it look good? Would you feel good? You think back to how you felt the first time, how scared you were when someone other than Johnny would be looking at your photos. You remember how something weird and sour contorted in your stomach when you scrolled through Jeon Jungkook’s Instagram, no longer the little boy you knew but a man who could have everything he wanted—

“Stop thinking about it.” Jungkook suddenly snaps, and you break from your reverie to catch him looking upset. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like that.

“Thinking about what?”

“Thinking that you’re out of my league.”

“Excuse me?”

“You were like this the other day too,” and he looks sad, and puts his camera down to come closer to you. “Why are you feeling this way. Is it me?”

“Not necessarily,” you huff, hugging yourself.

“Do you not feel beautiful? Do you not like your body?”

“No, I do.” you say to yourself, and you mean it. Even though there will inevitably be days where you may not feel one-hundred percent positive about yourself, you know at the end of the day, you love you and all its parts. “I don’t know, Jungkook. I had no problem letting Mingyu develop the photos originally, because he knew me in college and I was already sure of myself back then. But I guess when I sent them to you, I felt like I did when I was a little girl, y’know? Going through puberty, and worrying about what other people think.”

And it’s not like Jungkook teased you or made you feel lesser of yourself. In fact, Jungkook was the student you wanted to be when you were younger. Someone sweet and caring, and unabashedly confident about himself.

“I guess seeing you so successful and the fact that my stupid childhood crush came back from a time where I always felt low, made me feel a little insecure again.”

Something sinks in and you feel hyper aware of how crushed Jungkook looks at your declaration. “There’s no leagues, you got that?” he says quietly, walking so close that he’s hovering over you, sneakers brushing. “I get it. I get unsure and insecure just like you. Hell, I was nervous this morning, wondering if you’d really come. We may not feel insecure over the same things, but middle school wasn’t that great for me either.” He makes a funny face, and you feel a smile twitch across your lips. “But it’s okay. Because we’re human and we grow. But now, you are successful. You’ve grown from your time growing up and you’re a wonderful, powerful person. I’m proud of you too.”

“I know,” you mumble, leaning your forehead against his chest. His arms wrap around you in response, holding you snug.

“And for the record, I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world in fourth grade. Even though my world was pretty small back then, I can say now that what I thought back then still stands true.”

You look up from his embrace, where he’s leaning down to press a slow, cotton soft kiss to your forehead. He backs up a little to read your face, and you give a tiny nod in response to signal it’s okay. Jungkook exhales in contentment, relaxing against your frame.

“Thanks, Kook,” you crack a smile, feeling your insecurities slowly evaporate. You feel better, light, knowing that these negative feelings are only temporary, and you’re not alone. Being in Jungkook’s arms, an honest boy turned man you’ve known all your life, it feels almost like home.

You two stay like this for a while. Exchanging feather-like kisses, feeling irrevocably young and hopeful. Suddenly feeling emboldened, you tug him by the strings of his hoodie to press a long, hot kiss to his lips. There’s a stutter, and you’re pretty sure Jungkook choked on his saliva at the sudden change of pace but you continue, letting Jungkook catch up and follow your lead.

“Wow,” Jungkook pulls away and his lips are shiny and flushed. Adorable. You think 7th grade Jungkook would be rolling in his Naruto sheets if he knew you two would inevitably end up together. Conversely, 7th grade you would be squealing in your kitten plushie, proud that you managed to nab your childhood crush to live out all the fantasies you’ve imagined since the 4th grade.

“Jungkook,” you let your flannel fall to the floor in a heap, only leaving your baby blue top in a thin ruched camisole. “I think I want to do the photoshoot. Can’t pass up these pretty petals, y’know?”

He runs a hand through his hair, gaping. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you press a wet kiss to his neck, “anyway you want me, baby. Full creative control. I want you to like this as much as I do, okay?”

With the permission to hold the wheel, Jungkook’s lightheaded and spinning. His eyes rake up and down your gorgeous form, wondering how many good deeds he’s done in his past life to earn a right just as this.

“In that case,” he presses a palm to your shoulder, pushing you to sit along the velvet cushion, “strip for me.”

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