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MARK LEE aka no. 1
23 years old, college student, majors in physical education, specializes in jumping rope
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I just saw that your requests are opennnn. Would you be so kind to write something with alt/goth/heavy lipstick wearer r kissing Hobie's face and leaving kissing marks?? Maybe Hobie kisses r back and since he's also a lipstick wearer he leaves marks on r face too! And mayyybe they're not fast enough (or they just don't care to be seen like that) and their friends are just like, damn those lovebirds
As always, only if you feel comfortable to! Or in case that you have a similar prompt I'd love to read it! Take care and drink water bb love ur brain 🖤🖤🖤
Aisbwijsjwjsjs so cute!! Thank you for requesting! 🩷
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except they're mentioned wearing makeup), lots of smooches, lovestruck Hobie, Fluff!
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You're incredibly glad that Hobie made this long vanity for you and him because now you can enjoy the view of him sitting next to you while he puts on his show makeup complete with dark smudged eyeshadow and black lipstick. Your hand is paused around your own lipstick, (a deep wine shade to compliment the same colour of his guitar) eyes ogling his own expert hand as he glides the lipstick on his lips.
Hobie notices of course, he flicks his eyes over to you, mirroring your position, smiling at your lovestruck gaze. “Careful,” he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, “you're droolin’”
You gasp, feigning offense but you don't move away from his touch even though he has smudged your own lipstick. “No I'm not.” Shaking your head, Hobie rubs the slight red tint from his thumb to his own lips. You swear your brain short circuited right there. “You…” you practically sigh the word, “smudged my lipstick.”
Hobie, being the menace that he is, hops his chair closer to you. Head on his palm, face leaning close, eyes that are illuminated by the vanity lights roam all over your pretty face that you've painstakingly made up for his show. ‘for inspiration while you're on stage,’ you said, but you'd be a distraction for him, the best kind of distraction. He can see your breath stuck in your throat. “I think I made it better actually.”
“No you didn't.”
He now has his arm looped around your waist. Metal bracelets and rings clinking against each other. “How'd you know? You haven't seen your face yet.”
You tilt your head, mimicking his position, smiling as he rubs the small of your back. “I can see myself perfectly in your eyes, Hobie.”
“Yeah, and it's a bloody good sight.” You already know what he's about to do before he even leaned close. Your hand is on his chest as he peppers your face with quick affectionate kisses, your giggles echo around the bedroom, fingers curled around his belt loops to pull him closer, making him peck you more fervently.
“We're gonna be late—!”
“I–” kiss, “don't,” he smooches the tip of your nose. “Care.” With his lips puckered over to the corner of your lips, he finishes with finesse by kissing your lips, mixing in both dark shades, a perfect combination of the two colours. “There, I never thought you'd look more gorgeous, but ‘ere we are, eh? I love that colour on you.”
You inhale for air, peripheral vision looking at the mirror, showing you your face that's covered in black kiss marks in various opacity. “I think you're right,” you nod with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “But I think we gotta match for this look to work.”
Hobie laughs wholeheartedly. “Hit me, love, make me look bloody fit.” His eyes are already closed, bracing for your kisses.
“That's impossible, you're the fittest man alive. Anymore than that you'll kill the crowd.” Your hands cradle his face, lips puckered, smooching him to hell and back.
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Ned checks his watch for the umpteenth time, groaning impatiently at the empty space in the green room where Hobie is supposed to be already sitting with you lounging next to him.
“Where the fuck are those two?” He stomps his foot, “we need to be on stage in five!”
Yuri sighs, mindlessly playing with an imaginary drum to keep her hands occupied or she might end up eating the whole bowl of green skittles. “Don't know, let's hope they don't show up with hic—” the door creaks open. Yuri and James’ loud laugh echoes around the space. “Fucking hell! That's a lot worse than I thought!”
Ned twirls in his swivel chair, groaning, head in his hands. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you two? We're supposed to be punk!”
You grin at the band, hand holding Hobie's, squeezing him giddily. “What?” You both say simultaneously, looking oh so innocent. You look at Hobie who's covered in your kiss marks, lopsided smile on his lips, eyes shaped like hearts for you.
Hobie's heart is full at the sight of you covered in his own kiss marks, from your forehead to your neck, you're covered in it. He looks back at his band, Yuri's on the floor laughing with James who has his camera taking dozens of pictures, and Ned just shakes his head at the two of you. “C’mon now, before the crowd gets antsy, yeah?” They're gonna like his new look.
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would it make purple?
haikyuu boys react to-
“my popsicle’s blue and yours is red so if we were to make out, would it make purple?”
context: you’re sitting on the top of the hill in a park with him having your popsicles
KARASUNO
daichi- “we are in public??” “Okay and??” he’d just laugh at you because you are adorable and give you a smooch on the forehead then your nose and then your lips :)
sugawara-“it probably would!” “sooo...” “oh you meant literally?” you would grab him by the collar and kiss him and he’d put his hands on your back and all cute and sweet until he flips y’all over. ;)
𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶- *blows a fuse* “I-I-I DONT KNOW?!?!” you’d then have to calm him down because he is a flustered mess. note for future: don’t make any sudden comments about making out with asahi
𝗡𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗮- “it sure would!” then no hesitation he would start making out with you, hands on your waist your hands on his chest. i mean you aren’t complaining, it’s pretty hot.
𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮- “I DONT KNOW BUT WE SHOULD TEST IT!” “right now?” “RIGHT NOW!” he’s literally on top of you before you can form a full thought. it’s safe to say you got your question answered.
𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮- “I WANT MY TONGUE TO BE PURPLE!! HOW DO WE DO IT!?” you’d then explain to him how to make out and he’d be a blushy little dork. you giggle at him and just give him a sweet smooch.
𝗞𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮- “you cant just ask things like that boke!” “what i was curious!?” he’s blushing profusely and shaking his head at you, but like let’s be real he wants to make purple just as much as you do.
𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you that stupid? The color has already stained our tongues, it wouldn’t just transfer over” he rolled his eyes with the slightest blush on his cheeks freaking tsun tsun.
𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶- “oh! ah! i uh don’t know?? i-i-don’t think it would?” he would try his absolute best to change the topic but we all know he won’t be able to stop thinking about it.
𝖭𝖤𝖪𝖮𝖬𝖠-
𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼- “oh ho ho? well we better put that to the test, shouldn’t we?” “maybe we should?” he’d pull you into his lap and have a VERY heated make out with you, not caring of anyone sees.
𝗬𝗮��𝘂- “you are so dumb” “what?” he’d bonk you on the head then kiss your head,, who’s the blushing mess now?? ;)
𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮- he would just lookup from his game at you, shake his head disappointedly then continue playing his game. he doesn’t have time for your shenanigans and kuroo’s.
𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼- “uh maybe! we should like uh totally try that out! If you uh want to??” he’d be a nervous wreck but you wouldn’t care so you’d grab his face and give him a big SMOOCH he’s not too nervous anymore ;)
𝗟𝗲𝘃- “OOOH!! I WANNA TRY!” “OKAY!!” He grabs you with his lanky ass arms and give you a very sudden kiss like teeth clashing arms awkwardly around the other ya know.
𝗞𝗮𝗶- “if you want your tongue to be purple you can just have some of mine?” “oh okay thanks!” I KNOW HE DRINKS THAT RESPECT WOMEN JUICE!!! he’d just give you some of his and then your tongue would be purple and you’d be a happy (y/n).
𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖹𝖠𝖶𝖠
𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮- “hmm i am not sure if that would work but i am willing to help you test that theory” he’s to serious for his own good. You’d grab his shoulders and pull him down to you and give him a deep kiss and as soon as he gets into it HES INTO IT.
𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂- “ooOooOo that doesn’t sound very g rated!” “is that a yes or a no??” he’d crack a teasing grin then BOOM he’s got his arms on either side of your head caging you in. he looks down at you and surprisingly gives you a very soft and gentle kiss. I love him so
𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶- “seriously?” “would it!?” “why would i care?” ah but he does care and he wants to make out with you but you will never catch him saying that
𝗚𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗶- “that would be cool if it did” “wanna see?” “Uhm-uh- yea!” Eager bb would grab your face gently and also give you a big SMOOCH
𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗯𝘂- “and why would you do that?” “why not is the real question” he’d just scoff and brush it off.
AOBA JOHSIA
𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮-“are you trying to flirt?~” “no?? i’m trying to make my tongue purple” “well i just so happen to be the one who can make that happen~” you’d grab his chin, kiss him deeply then bite his lip, let’s just say he was very shocked you made the first move. he’s not complaining tho he’d think it’s hot.
𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶- “i know what you’re trying to do” “and that is??” “you want to make out with me” “we’ll i mean-” “just get over here” “yes sir” he gets RIGHT to business. he pulls you onto his lap and brushes your hair out of your face and very slowly leans in until his lips are barely brushing against yours then very suddenly he closes the small gap uhm step on me?? right now? please?
𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮- “oh we’d better figure that out then babe” he’d then proceeded to grab you by the shoulders with the hottest biggest smirk on his face and head in TONGUE FIRST like damn someones excited. you can also step on me??
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶- “come on” “what?” “come on were gonna go figure that out” he’d grab you by the hand and take you somewhere farther away from all the people to answer that question of yours ;) feel free to step on me as well.
𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼- “what did you just say!?” “whaaatt?? hmm? i didn’t— i didn’t say anything?” “tsk” he’d grab the back of your head and SHOVE HIS TONGUE DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE WOAH NO NEED TO GET AGGRESSIVE.
𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗶- “no, I am not going to make out with you” “but purple!!” “no” this boy does NOT CARE. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME WHEN THERE IS IWA.
FUKURODANI
𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼- “HEY HEY HEY!! THATS A GOODD IDEA!!” he would then excitedly kiss you and I’d be actually really cute and sweet.
𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶- “(y/n)-san?” “yeah?” “i wouldn’t be opposed to trying that.” now this would be romantic you’d look into his eyes and he’d place his hand on the side of your face and lean in to kiss you.
OTHER
𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you-? OH HELL YEAH!” he pulls you on top of him (oh?) with his hands on your waist and eagerly makes out with you he is a human golden retriever
𝗔𝗼𝗻𝗲- *confused grunt* “like would our tongues turn purple?” “ah” you wouldn’t get any REAL response, you’d just continue to eat your popsicles, he’s too baby
𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮- “you disgust me.” “i know” “i’m seriously disgusted” you’d just sigh knowing your tongue won’t be purple any time soon
That was a lot of fun to write!!! I hope you liked it ;)
Sorry if any are ooc!!
Realize how iwas is the longest >-<
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"Why are you crying ?" The question was softly asked, with two hands on your shoulders. Some lost tears rolling down your cheeks. You were waiting for Asmo to get out of the shower, sitting in front of his huge mirror that he used day and night to admire himself. You wish you could admire yourself like him, without tearing up. "Ow Darling no" he turns you around so you're facing him and holds your face in his hands, gently wiping away the wetness of your cheeks. His hands are so warm and he smells so good, so sweet. He softly smiles at you but his eyes are full of concern. "I- I-" Why is my throat not obeying me. Talk. "I- I'm not ugly, right? I am n-not ugly I am- I am not". Repeating your sentence to convince yourself. Tears rolling down your cheeks again. How dumb of you to cry about your looks, you could cry about anything else but you decided to cry for yourself, so selfish, pathetic. He stops your mumbling with a kiss. A gentle lovely kiss, passionate enough to make your mind go blank. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, buring your face in the crook of his neck. He is gently rubbing your back while walking around in the room. You calm down as he hums you a lullaby. "You're gorgeous and pretty, don't think otherwise my love". A kiss on your cheek, another on your neck, multiples on your shoulder. He sits down on his bed and you pull away from his neck, staring at his pinky eyes. "Hey beautiful, your face is a piece of art, every face is a masterpiece and yours is my favorite". He says brushing your hair off your face, admiring you. He loves you oh so deeply. "It's alright sometimes to feel down about your looks and even cry, remember that's just a feeling. You're amazing and loveable no matter what". You're not responding. Nothing to say, he's right and you know it, you just need comfort. He smooches your lips and start showering your face with kisses, until you chuckle a bit. "Aha A-Asmo stop". He grins, happy to see you smile again. He turns around and tosses you on the bed, goes on top and begins to tickle you. His hands are running all over your side and you can't hold back your laugh. So you laugh, enjoying it, trying to catch his hands when he suddenly stops. You're now in a tight embrace, with his face against your chest. Kiss his head now. Run your fingers through his hair, gently rub his neck. "I love you MC, I love you"
Very self-indulgent. Rarely, every once in while, sometimes, every two months or so, I start tearing up while looking at me in the mirror, just feeling ugly, and feeling dumb for feeling ugly and crying. I'm not insecure about my acne tho but it be like that sometimes🤷♀️If I did well MC is GN and I didn't mention acne anywhere until now so it's a good self-insert is that even english lov u take care bb
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Hi, I'm new on this... But can I request a skz reaction to their s/o being on "those days"? 🥺👉👈
Hi!! I’m sorry for the wait but here you are! I’ve also never done anything like this so I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected. I tried my best.
Those days. (SKZ).
Stray Kids x f!reader.
Warnings: Mentions of periods... beware.
Word count: 1.423.
Bang Chan.
Chan would be the kind of guy to ask what to do. He wouldn’t be taken back or anything of the sort, but he knows is best to ask so you’d be as comfy as possible.
He’d be sweet and caring and because it’s meant to happen more than once when he’s busy, he’ll send you texts every so often to check on you.
He’s daddy for a reason, you see.
If you have really bad cramps or you get particularly sick, he’ll also be sick out of sheer worry. He can’t leave his work and the boys hanging, but he surely would just to take care of you. So don’t be surprised when on his free day he pops up at your door with a bunch of your favourite snacks, drinks and his laptop with your comfort movies downloaded. He’ll make up for his absence to his babygirl, of that you can be sure.
Be ready for cuddles, kisses, belly and back rubs, maybe even some baby talk because this man can’t help himself if he sees you hurting. He’ll take care of absolutely everything and as soon as you’re better you’re up for the cutest date. He’s so remorseful when it comes to be there for the people he loves, you can’t even fathom what he wouldn’t do for you.
Minho.
He’d try to not take it very seriously at first. He doesn’t take his own sickness seriously, so it takes a day or two for him to realise that you need him there to keep you company because you’re a moody mess. So expect to get mad at him the first time you feel like crap and he doesn’t really make much of it.
But relationships are all about communication, and as soon as you tell him how you feel and what you need- sort of like Chan in a way- he’ll make sure he makes it right.
He’ll text you silly cat memes and his SNOW selfies to make you laugh, even just smile. Probably at the beginning he’ll feel like that’s as much as he can do. But as soon as he gets comfortable enough he’ll be comforting and sweet, as we all know he can be when he wants to. Telling you how much he loves you while cuddling on the couch and burying you under a blanket mountain to make sure you’re warm and comfy. He may even bring one of his cat-sons to keep you company and comfort you if he can’t.
Changbin.
I feel like Changbin would be much chiller about the whole situation on the outside. He wouldn’t really make a fuss about it to you. It’d be all in the details. Like actually knowing when your period is due, so he makes sure to drop candy at yours, maybe without you knowing. He’ll send you a voicemail with his pretty voice telling you about his day and asking how you are. It’s not that hard to realise that he has, somehow, found out you’re on your period or very close to it, because he’d be so careful not to bother you and he’d be the one who becomes a cuddle bear.
He’d want to be all over you, all day, everyday. This man doesn’t care if he has to stop working to go get under a blanket with you, his arms around your tummy, and never leave. It’s his natural habitat after all. He’ll pepper you with kisses on you neck and temple and bury his face on your neck. He loves laying on top of you and being the little spoon, so the mere act of him holding you like that lets you know he’s perfectly aware of your needs and doesn’t requiere you to tell him.
Hyunjin.
He wouldn’t realise until he finds you curled on the couch crying for whatever reason. As soon as he does, though, this Drama Llama wouldn’t outlive the utter shame he feels for being “Such an uncaring idiot”.
He’d hold you softly and put your head in the crook of his neck, making you a blanket burrito and asking for redemption for his unforgivable sin. The kisses all over your face and the tender touches wouldn’t cease under you’re feeling better. He’s also not leaving until you’re asleep and he’ll be back next morning with breakfast in bed and the cutest words he has ever whispered to you -because it’d be too embarrassing to say them out loud, but he needs you to know how he feels. You end up crying and with the realisation that you’re truly dating a prince to whom you’re the only queen.
Jisung.
He’d ask directly if you’re on your period and after you answer he’ll disappear for a couple of hours. When he’s back he brings medicine, an electric blanket, candy, chocolate, movies... Even a stuffie!
He wouldn’t hide that he’s looked everything up to make sure that he knew how to take care of his one and only. Why bother you when he could inform himself of everything on the internet and come back with everything you would ever need? You can’t deny his smile is the cutest thing you have ever seen, and the thought he put on something as simple as a period just because it’s you makes you feel the most loved you ever have.
He’s also brought pads, for some reason. But they’re more like adult nappies and you two have a good laugh over it. He thought he was buying the right ones but he’s not shy to laugh at himself for messing it up. Next time he’ll bring you the right ones, though. It’ll be a joke for years to come.
Felix.
Lix would ask his mum. He’s not afraid to ask her or his sister what they think you need if he sees you hurting. It breaks his heart and all he ever wants is to see you smile and laugh because it brights up his world. So he’s not shying away anytime soon. If you’re going through it, count him in. No matter how bad or painful.
He’d also ask you, because it’s the only way to make sure he does it right. He’ll help you get comfortable and as soon as you’re settled he’s making you breakfast, lunch, dinner, brownies, cookies and smoothies for a month. Try and tell him your period doesn’t last that long and that you won’t be able to eat all that. Just try. Because he’ll go on a rant on how you’re loosing blood and you could even faint! Can you imagine? You fainting? On his watch? No, ma’am, that ain’t happening on this sunshine’s watch. Try another time.
The cuddles, the smooches, the amount of skinship would be near to suffocating. You won’t need a hot water bottle or an electric blanket, because you have the very sun tangled around you like being Australian makes him half koala.
You love your Yongbokie, you truly do. But you would be so thankful when you can finally go to the toilet without him on your tail. It’s just not comfortable to have him waiting for you every time you have to use the restroom.
Seungmin.
Seungmin would be soft, quiet. He’d wander around you without probably ever telling you. He’s there, he makes sure you tell him you’re fine every so often. He drops by everyday or night to have some quality time and he sure as heck makes sure to tell you how much he loves you every single day.
But, if you don’t make a deal out of it, then he won’t either. He’ll plan chill date nights in and cook dinner with you or for you. He’ll let you choose the movie without asking for anything in return and he won’t make fun of you when you go for cuddles when you go to sleep, like he sometimes does. It’s not like it’s a deadly illness or anything, like some guys make it look. But as far as he knows it’s uncomfortable and it can hurt. So if you ever tell him how you’re feeling and what you need, or even hint at it, he’ll do whatever it is without much of a question or hesitation. He knows you know that he knows and are not mentioning it. And to be quite honest he likes it that way. You understand each other without words and to him it’s beautiful.
I don’t feel comfortable writing for the bb, sorry.
#stray kids#stray kids imagine#reader insert#stray kids boyfriend#stray kids x reader#bang chan x reader#minho x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader
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First Blood
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Characters: Henry Cavill x Reader (Oneshot)
Summary: Playing games with Henry can be crucial especially when all your teammates were boys because decisions from a gamer girl has always been disregarded resulting in you getting first blood because Henry’s new mouse also wanted to annoy the heck out of you in rank game.
Warnings: FLOOF. Curses. Shy reader who ain’t used to physical intimacy. Also reader having her own issues about it. (Probably trauma but it isn’t said specifically) Making out. Daddy-kink. Reader just doesn’t know how to react with her own kinks. Martin is just a name I’ve come up with as Henry’s friend. The game is in a group of five in this one. A lil’ bit of sexual tension too?
Words: 2.5k
A/N: Y’all don’t know how difficult it is to find a girl who plays MMO games out there. *sits here while I play with my guild full of men where I panic every time I play because I feel judged by them 😭😂 I’M A NOOB, ALRIGHT. 😭😫😂) Also, when I’m left alive they kept telling me what to do and where the heck are the enemies when I don’t see them which doesn’t result to winning for the team HAHAHA 😭😂😂 *tries to control my armpit kink when seeing the GIF LMAO*
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"You were too far from me. I needed back-up. Where were you?"
"I'm sorry---I'm sorry, the new mouse was acting pretty strange for a moment there. Forgive me?"
"Hmmph."
Henry heard an intentional huff from his side, making him glance to see you pulling your own headphones off with a frown. You were clearly upset because it hasn't been two minutes yet and you were dead; not even having a chance to grab onto some weapons before a group of high-ranked team shot you dead as they tried to loot inside the tent where you hid.
They left you alone at the location you've pinned from the map, ignoring your protests of having one team mate with you because Henry accidentally chose the other way because of his mouse problem reasons.
"Nugget, don't be mad at me." your boyfriend lowly and sweetly apologized, his tone slightly begging when he saw you stand up from your game chair, announcing to grab onto some snacks while you be their watcher due to dying early.
You ignored his sweet talk, putting up an act that you were mad.
"---Give me a kiss before you go."
He frowned and silently mumbled in between loudly typing on his keyboard; his pretty blue eyes still focused on his monitor screen. Henry maneuvered his character in the safest position where he couldn't be found before ticking his mic off in the game. He raised a brow, pulling his headset down and around his neck whilst turning his game chair around. You were pulled by your wrist to stop you from leaving and with sassy brows, you answered in a piqued tone that made him look at you with a knowing look from your sudden surly attitude.
"No. I don't want to."
Being the one who wanted to lower his pride, your boyfriend suggestively held a finger up, telling him how many he wanted, wiggling his brows in the process and pursing his mouth. The image of his stache making you stifle a giggle before him as he pursed his lips more, suggesting for a smooch, "Just one kiss,"
"Why are you always touchy?"
"It's how I am, love." Henry was quick to answer, his timbre was soothing and deep. Such pitch that could get your heart humming with profound affection as you felt the heat go to your cheeks, his straightforwardness over asking if he could get a kiss always gets you bashful because you weren't one woman who was used to physical display of affection.
Surprising to say that your boyfriend loved it and would even do everything just to take anything from you. He was an intimate lover and you were most definitely reserved, shy and quiet. Seldom to be the first to reach out for a hug or a kiss.
Henry was being punished for it because he definitely preferred his skin on yours all the time specifically from the moment he knew he was deeply in love with you.
"Would you want me not to be sweet with you then?" the latter frowned, his pretty baby blues glazing with disappointment for a second before it changed into comprehension; grasping about why you were aloof in the world of intimacy and physical display, "---I know you're not used to physical affection at all---but, if you want me to stop because you think I'm being too over the top, needy or clingy then tell me,"
He dropped his hand away from your wrist like you've burnt his skin, realizing what he was asking from you. His fist falling on his clothed knee as he sympathetically stared straight into your eyes. His height and burly body build being much of an advantage over you as he sat eye to eye; standing before him in your full height already.
You've given him a tight smile, hesitantly shaking your head as you stepped a foot closer to Henry, your knee touching his whilst drowning in his oceans and muttering in the softest voice you could muster.
"But, I don't want you to stop at all."
"Then, why are you so timid with me?" Henry's claret colored lips lifted into an adorn beam, his teeth and those adorable fangs sneaking for a peep when he'd felt you grab onto his hand, interlocking and filling the spaces of his fingers with yours, "---I'll help you with that if you want me to," he playfully suggested. Though, you doubt he meant that he'll help you by having sex because he was a gentleman at heart; his eyes hopeful to see the bricks break with your own barricade in that department.
His smile grew wider when you've timidly tuck a strand of hair behind your ears with your free hand, your lover taking it as a sign to lean his face closer, tilting his head and puckering his lips; his focus on your awaiting lips. Henry was practically a strand close to be giving you a sweet peck before he leaned away to examine your blushing face, stopping in the midst of giving you a smooch.
"Is it because of the kingstache? I don't sound too pushy, do I?"
Intently looking into his sea of blues, you've felt you heart racing a marathon as your own boyfriend was unaware of his effect on you; he was always keeping your mind blank with just a simple look from him. Becoming one speechless and disfunctioning lady when he was being too sweet with you.
He was just a sweetheart, always understanding you in terms of the issues you had for yourself.
Taking all the willpower in one go, you've grabbed onto a little bit of your confidence and began to do the first move, leaning over Henry's face before pulling back to see him playfully wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He nodded enthusiastically, giving approval to do whatever you wanted and it wasn't a second to feel your palms on either side of his face; attacking his lips with a bruising kiss that made him grunt before your chapped lips.
His fingers clasped onto the side of your hip; automatically pushing you closer to him as he'd licked the tip of your vermillion, moisturizing your dry ones. Taking heed that you should probably grab onto some lipbalm when you leave the room. His wet tongue made you gasp; hungry for more as he licked the roof of your mouth.
The game room filling with sounds of passionate kisses, hypnotized by what effects it was giving you; how lightheaded it could make you feel. Henry was still giving your lip a gentle nudge with his, enamored from the sudden assault you've managed to lure him in. Out of the blue, you ceased kissing him. A definite amount of space between you both while deeply staring into his eyes.
"No. I love your kingstache and I likey-like-like this touchy-feely characteristic of yours. It makes me feel loved," with an anxious bite of your lip, you felt his rough, calloused thumb reach out to flick along the bottom of your vermillion; mindlessly telling you to stop with that unhealthy habit of yours whenever you were apprehensive or worried about something.
"---Sorry if I'm complicated to understand, Henry." you quietly murmured to your boyfriend. He was about to open his mouth, catching him off-guard when you've delicately pressed another kiss to his lip. His stache tickling your cupid's bow which made you tenderly giggle against his mouth.
He smiled along your wholesome kiss, puckering back to touch and graze his own with yours in a honeyed buss. The latter had both hands on your hip as he sweetly and deeply spoke.
"I love you, alright? come sit on my lap while I play the game. Then, we'll talk more about this shyness of yours after the round,"
Henry pulled you on his lap; protests slipping past your lips with a loud beating of your heart because it was one of your fantasies to sit on those thick thighs of his, but you never tell nor do you want to treat him as if he was a pleasure toy that you could use. You've respected him just as much as he respected you and your personality.
Your loving boyfriend heard your feigned complaints; never one to know that you were faking it, he'd tutted behind in the midst of turning you to face his monitor. His thick, muscly thighs offering comfort over your restless thoughts and stiff body.
You couldn't help but squint your eyes back at the screen as Henry placed his headset back on his ears, "But, you're already dead?"
Lately realizing he was, Henry made a high-squeak sound of protest that made you laugh out loud.
"For fuck's sake---I am! I am dead!" he ticked the mic on again while holding onto his cursor, his other arm safely surrounding your small body sitting on his lap; his hold tightening when you began wiggling against him, you wanted to chat with his other team mates who they both didn't personally knew at all.
"Hey, mate." his friend lackadaisically spoke on the other line; completely focused on the on-going game. The loud sound of the keyboard being pressed repeatedly in the background of his friend's mic.
You were first-blood because Henry was too far for backup; he'd received a huff and a raise of your brow at that before you decided to leave a while ago which never happened because he decided not to wait until you were cranky enough to ignore him until dinner.
Starting with calling out the other players using Henry's account, you started venting; being stealthy about it as he was busy chatting with a friend of his, also swamped over giving your nape kisses that has got you wiggling more against his hold due to being ticklish over there.
"No backup, brother?"
He suddenly chuckled on mic, watching you lean away from his soft kisses and earning him a quiet mumble of 'stop it' in which his friend heard on the other end of the line.
You continued typing and calling his team mates noobs in capital letters; creating an act as if you were a toxic player without Henry's permission.
Noobmaster69's mic was blinking on the left side of the screen, letting you know he was talking to Henry as you basically continued to smash rude words on the keyboard.
"I've given backup, but I decided to let em' kill you because it seems like you have something to work on your lap,"
His friend snickered behind mic, scoffing after when Henry's gruff voice grumbled, sounding like he was dissappointed by the latter's antics.
"You left me to die. You're a great friend, Martin."
Martin cursed a loud one after shooting one player, earning the kill as the other two players were out in a far distance, minding their own businesses or probably lagging as well as he continued to talk, "Your girlfriend didn't turn off her mic by the way---might want to turn it off after I win this round for everyone because you people are fuckin' around in ranked game," he was loudly tapping the controls on his keyboard as he chattered away; multi-tasking over shooting players and talking to Henry, "---also---Oh, Christ!---try not to moan in the mic while we're in game,"
His friend audibly roared when he'd luckily claimed a headshot, "I don't wanna nut on my keyboard, Hank!"
Henry has cursed him through the mic, chuckling as he watched Martin's gameplay through his monitor. Lately seeing that you had been busy with your hands, ferociously typing at two team mates who were helping through the game.
His baby blues peeked from behind, intently watching your attentive and focused face in amusement. The oceans of his eyes glistening with sheer entertainment to see you grinning on his lap, his peepers casting the monitor screen a look before his smile fell for a hot second to read that you were cursing his team mates out.
"Stop calling them noobs, Nugget." he'd heard one team mate aggressively curse back at him via microphone in a different language---he knew it was a cuss based on how angry his mates were. Henry didn't know if he wanted to laugh over the headset, but he chose to shut his mouth off when Martin died a little later---the two noobs you were calling; became the people who would raise a flag for not having your rank down.
"You're getting me reported. Stop it right now," Henry lowly chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist as his stache tickled you on your neck by giving another soft peck.
You giggled and tried wresting out of his hold with thoughts coming from the impulsive part of your brain, shooting him an endearment that got his body going rigid under yours.
"Alright, Daddy."
Your boyfriend blinked repeatedly, his arm loosening once he realized what you've called him; a matter of being clumsy has always made him laugh. However, this accident surely intrigued his curiosity. You never called him that, even wincing and giggling over his video where he was reading thirst tweets from Buzzfeed, hearing you tell him that it was weird for people to call him that when you certainly had your own kinks as well.
Karma shot you on the ass because it eventually became your own kink as well, but he never knew about it.
It was a very good act you've did when you were trying hard to be a shy angel in his eyes, gradually evolving into a small devil when you were around his presence.
"What...did you just say?"
"Henry, I said Henry---I--I called you by your name."
You've felt his hold go limp, taking this as an opportunity to flee and forget your accident when he decided that it was best to keep you within arms reach. So, seeing you stand up and turn around to leave---Henry reached out to grab onto your waist, his thick fingers slipping away to be tugging at the waistband of your shorts, slightly yanking them down to see the smooth cheek of your bum as you wear a black thong.
He successfully pulled your back, earning him a high pitched squeal when you tried wrenching his hold away; never one to show Henry the deepest and secretive part of you which got him more needy over the fact that he was drawing a blank over your body, not knowing what it holds out for him.
Your ass fell flat on his thighs, sitting sideways as Henry used his sinewy arm to guide you from falling, caging you in his juicy arms that you love to caress and ogle at from time to time.
The roughness of Henry's fingers cascaded on your knee, slowly trailing up your thighs as he intently bore his eyes on you, searching for answers as to how such a lewd feeling came with calling him a 'daddy'.
His eyes shifted from staring straight at you to admiring how innocent you try to pretend in his eyes, glancing down your lips as he subtly licked his own.
"That's not what I heard, Love."
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my friend, if you wrote me a college au and/or a soccer player au for buddie i would owe you my whole life
first of all LAUREN I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME A YEAR TO GET TO THIS XOXO i loved the idea of a soccer fic so much but i do not know anything about the sport to do it right so i hope this 4.5k mess is still to your taste <3
second of all smooches as always to @buckleydiazs for helping me level out the softboi energies [ilu bb]
Let it be known that Edmundo Diaz was not a subtle man.
Patient, sure. Kind, absolutely. But subtle? Definitely not.
“Eddie, are you paying attention?”
“To you? Always, Buckaroo.”
“I’ve told you before, it’s just Buck. So, what’s the answer to number four?”
No one was better at throwing the already minute amount of subtlety he had out the window than Evan Buckley. It should have been embarrassing—would have been, if it were anyone else—but that’s just how Buck was. If you didn’t love him, you were either an idiot, or an asshole, or both.
Eddie just happened to wear his... Buck-related emotions a little more on the sleeve than most.
“Ah, no, close, but you have to remember to multiply air resistance on both sides.”
“Right, thanks Buck-amuck.”
“Eddie, no.”
Buck was hot, sure, but more disastrously, he was cute. He was so cute, and he was nice, and Eddie wasn’t sure how much longer he was was going to last under the never ending amount of support and care he got from Buck before he combusted; and it had started at day one. College hadn’t been high on his list for a long time, the thought of starting college when most people his age were graduating something he didn’t know how to approach—but after his tour in Afghanistan all he wanted was a normal life, and Buck... well, Buck was a big help in that.
He wasn’t sure what he appreciated more—the fact that Buck didn’t treat him like some sort of hero after doing only a tour in Afghanistan, the fact that Buck didn’t give a fuck about his age (“Twenty three is not that old, Eddie, you’re barely four years older than me, stop being so dramatic”), or the fact that two weeks into their college career, when Buck walked in to find Eddie with his hand down his pants and distinctively male moans coming from his phone, instead of getting angry or being disgusted, he had almost passed out laughing at Eddie’s embarrassment.
“...no, hang on, how did you even get that number? Where did that come from?”
“Buck-uccino, I’m never going to get this. I’m doomed.”
“Eddie, you—oh god, never use that one again—you’re going to get it. We’ll keep working at it.”
That, though, that was the worst part about rooming with Buck. He was tenacious, or maybe just caring, or nice, or whatever—because when Eddie had started failed his Physics midterm and learned about the very real threat of academic probation (which would mean no grants, no scholarships, no more soccer), Buck had dropped everything and started tutoring Eddie whenever he could. Even now, he was smiling at Eddie like he believed he could do anything, and damn if Eddie didn’t want to believe him.
Buck was just that kind, that sweet, that good—and Eddie was that gone.
--
“Chim, keep your feet moving! Come on!”
As teasing as Eddie may have been wherever Buck was involved, he was completely different when he was on the field. He was every bit the teammate that commanded respect, pushed his players to do better, and kept his team motivated—enough that he had fit in seamlessly with the team, despite being only in his second year, despite his age gap, despite everything.
“Good, Bosco! Keep it up!”
If only Eddie could keep himself that motivated while he was studying. He tried, he really did—but he wasn’t sure if it was the continuous closeness of Buck as they poured over Eddie’s notes, or the impossibility of the materials he was studying (he was in the Army, for fucks sake, he didn’t need to care about the force exerted by his helicopters rotors—he only needed to know that it would fly), but every time they cracked open his physics book, it felt like Eddie was smashing his head into a brick wall.
Things just made more sense out here. Eddie was in his element, and anyone who knew him, who even looked at him, would know that—so it really, really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Chim jogged over to him, keeping his high knees going as he hopped in place, jerking his chin somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder while he and Hen worked on some touchless passes.
“Looks like you have a visitor.”
Eddie turned around from his position near the goal, squinting over to the tunnel, his face immediately brightening as he saw who it was. He kept himself moving in a jog as he closed the distance between he and Buck easily, all smiles as Buck looked up from his phone. Eddie had to laugh at the image of this kid standing in the middle of the tunnel, forcing the athletes who were running in and out of the locker room to move around him.
It made sense; Buck really was an immovable force.
Eddie wanted to kiss him so bad.
“Well, if it isn’t my good-luck-Buck!” Eddie said, pushing a wide smile onto his face and one of his favorite nicknames out into the air so he would stop staring at Buck’s lips when the other scowled. “What are you doing here?”
Sighing, Buck pushed back off the wall, raising a brow. “Well, I was going to give you a crash course in force, speed, air resistance, and velocity, but if you call me that again—”
“Alright, alright, I get it.” Eddie said, legitimately smiling now as he slowed his pace, starting to catch his breath. “Here, I’ll grab my stuff and we can grab a bleacher or something, I’ll just be a—”
“Nope.” Buck said, popping the ‘p’, his annoyance easily forgotten as he playfully pushed Eddie’s shoulder back to the field. “Grab your team and a ball, we’re learning on the field.”
Eddie stared at him, confusion evident on his face for only a moment before he lit up in understanding, calling out to the rest of the team. He had to admit, this was definitely one of Buck’s better ideas—not that Buck had ever had a bad idea, for the record—but if you wanted a surefire way to get Eddie to pay attention to anything, you threw a soccer ball at it.
Eddie was pleased to know that Buck clearly knew at least that much about him, the feeling dancing in his gut with the reassurance he felt whenever he was reminded that his team had his back. They worked easily with Buck as he ordered them around, had them try different kicks, using the arc of the ball through the air to point out speed, force, gravity. Eddie wasn’t about to say that it was working, but it had to be a good thing that he was forced into a situation where he could focus on something other than Bucks’ voice, or the way that his skin felt when their hands brushed over a textbook.
No, there was no room for soft touches and smiles now; Eddie was stuck in a goal, the smile on Buck’s face far more devious than soft as he explained the rules of their next exercise. Buck was going to ask a question. Eddie was going to give the equation that could be used to solve the problem. It sounded easy enough, but—
"If you can give me the right equation to solve the problem, you get to use your hands to block the shot. If you don’t, you have to use your head.”
...okay, yeah, nothing about that sounded easy.
The fact that Eddie had a team full of sadists didn’t seem to help, either—he no longer cared about how nice they were being to Buck to help him help Eddie when they were really just in it to torment him. It wasn’t fair.
He tried to voice as much, but Buck just called him out for whining. Which was also unfair.
Worst of all was afterward; even after he was able to use his arms around half of the shots, his teammates were terrible, horrible people, and Chim proved exactly why once they retreated to the locker room.
“You know Diaz, I think you did pretty well out there.” he started, and Eddie immediately felt himself on guard—he knew that any compliment after an evening as brutal as that was likely to be designed to lull him into a false sense of security.
“...thanks, Chim.” he started, eyes narrowed. “I think I might actually have a change of this thing.” Chim clapped him on the back, the grin on his face telling Eddie all he needed to know, and he felt himself ready to groan when Chim cut him off.
“That’s good! I know it must have been hard for you, but, hey think about it this way. At the very least, Buck now knows that you can handle some balls flying at your face.”
Chim’s laugh turned into a sharp yelp as Eddie clipped him with a rat tail, but that didn’t prevent the words from echoing through his head for the rest of the night, cheeks burning bright red whenever he caught Buck looking at him funny.
--
“Alright, we’re done for the night. I can practically see the smoke pouring out of your ears.”
“It’s impossible, Buck-fifty. I’m gonna fail, and I’m gonna get kicked out, and you’ll never get to see my beautiful face ever again.”
Eddie groaned, head resting against the open textbook on the table, hiding his head in his hands. They had been studying off and on for weeks, and while Eddie was pretty proud of the things he had started to memorize and retain, he still didn’t know how they worked, how they fit together, how to chose one over the other in a problem, and he was starting to feel like he might never understand it.
“Christ, stop being dramatic. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and this class is not going to be the end of your world, not if I can help it. But what you need now is a break.” Buck said, ignoring the nickname and the dramatics in one fell swoop. He had his phone out in a half second, scrolling through a few different feeds, before his face lit up. “Come on, Lena invited the whole team over for a game night. We’re going to get you out of your head and you’re going to relax, damn it.”
Eddie wasn’t too proud to admit that his heart did a little flip when he realized that Lena and Buck were texting on the regular, something about his friends liking Buck (and Buck liking his friends!) making his heart swell. “I don’t know, Buck, maybe we should just stay in so I can work on my—“
“Nope.” Buck interrupted, popping the end of the word, pulling the book out from under Eddie’s head, ignoring the whine that Eddie gave when his head thunked against the table. “I’m serious, I’ve burned myself out many times before, you need to take the night and remember why you’re actually studying. Passing is great, but we both know the reason you’re working so hard isn’t for the class, it’s for your team, your friends.”
It’s for you, Eddie wanted to say, but the words died in his throat before he could even take a breath in.
They were on their way quickly enough, trekking easily to the Phi Sigma Chi sorority house .
Buck looked fucking adorable, cheeks pinked in the cold air, blond mop of curls peeking out from the brim of his beanie, and Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Buck, you know what Lena says when she means game night, right?” he asked as he threw his arm around Buck’s shoulder, relishing in the way that Buck easily fell into step next to him as they walked. Buck smiled up to him, practically batting his eyes, and Eddie felt himself melt. “Yeah, things like Mario Kart or Smash, right? Or maybe Clue? Monopoly?”
Three hours later, Eddie was seeing Buck in a whole new light—because Buck wasn’t just kind, and smart, and adorable.
Buck was a fucking hustler.
And Eddie was fucking hammered.
He let out a whoop of joy as Buck sunk another ping pong ball in front of Hen and Chim, winning their eighth game in a row, with Eddie taking every drink that anyone scored against their team (Buck was still underage, after all—Eddie may have been a dope where Buck was involved but he wasn’t an idiot).
The thing was, when you had a partner that was amazing at beer pong, you didn’t get to drink nearly as much, so no one could blame Eddie for supplementing himself with several shots throughout the night, one of which spilled as he loudly cheered for Buck’s incredible prowess. Buck laughed at a much more indoor-volume beside him, gasping as Eddie lifted him into the air and Hen let out a wail of defeat, idly shoving the cup toward Chim. Buck’s laugh turned about a pitch higher as Eddie spun, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, looking at him with starry eyes once he got Buck back down to his feet.
“Buck, you… you’re so… how are you so good?!” Eddie asked, voice a rasp of a whisper, like he was asking for the secrets of the universe, and Buck couldn’t have helped the way he smiled if he tried.
He felt his cheeks heat up as he lifted a ping pong ball, twirling it between two of his fingers. “You know, physics? Just think, Eddie, you could use that big brain to be a beer pong champion.” He asked, laughing as Eddie threw his arms around his shoulder, a ragged exclamation of “YOU’RE SO SMART!” leaving his lips as Buck struggled to accommodate the sudden dead weight.
“Uh—“
“Okay, that’s usually a sign that it’s time for Eddie to go home.” Hen, his guardian angel, appeared next to him, helping Eddie stand a little more upright. “You guys walked, right? Karen can probably bring you back, I just—“
“Oh, no, that’s okay! I should be able to get him back, now that he’s upright.” Buck said, waving away her concern as he put Eddie’s arm around his shoulders, the other hand secure on his hip as they started to make their way to the front of the house.
Eddie might have been mostly incapacitated by that point, but that didn’t stop him from waving and saying what he thought was a perfectly coherent goodbye to everyone, the cold night air doing little (but still at least doing something) to help his coordination.
Eddie was content to walk in silence for only a moment, his head tilting onto his shoulder as he looked over to Buck, suddenly feeling so much lighter than he had a moment ago.
“Buck, you’re so nice to me.”
Buck was laughing. Why was Buck laughing? Eddie was completely serious.
“Buckinator, I’m serious. You’re so nice. And you’re smart, and you’re so pretty. Did you know?”
“Eddie, you are as drunk as you’ve ever been.” Buck murmured, shaking his head, and Eddie was definitely annoyed that it was night time—because he would have bet money that Buck was blushing.
Eddie started to whine as Buck pulled out his dorm card (“I’m not drunk, Buck! I’m serious!”), successfully swiping them both into the building and their room, depositing Eddie easily into his bed as he grabbed a bottle of water. He took a detour to their bathroom to pull out the little bottle of Advil he kept beneath the sink, handing Eddie both of them after cracking them both open.
Eddie stared at the pills in his hand, not entirely sure how he got there, his stomach tightening up as he looked up to Buck. “Hey Bucka… Buck, the… hey Buck?”
Okay, he was effectively drunk enough that he couldn’t think of a nickname. He popped the Advil into his mouth, swigging the water he was given as Buck closed the door, pulling Eddie’s blanket’s back. “What’s up, Eds?”
Eddie felt himself start to be lowered slowly, sluggishly tugging his feet up onto his bed, unsure as to where his shoes had gone, but he wasn’t going to complain. “We’ll still be friends if I end up failing out of school and having to become a hermit who… who lives under a bridge or something, right?” he managed to get out, and Buck’s eyes snapped up toward Eddie’s face. He wasn’t too sure when they had crossed the line from happy drunk to sad drunk, but damn, they had crossed that line at the speed of sound.
“Eddie, hey, no. You’re not going to fail out, and you’re going to be fine. Even if that doesn’t happen… you’re stuck with me, nerd. I’m not about to let you get away that easy.”
Eddie sniffled, nodding his head as Buck pulled his covers up, rolling to face the wall as he heard Buck change, the lights flicking off shortly after. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, closing his eyes as he felt the room start to wobble. He didn’t realize he was speaking until his mouth was already open, voice soft in the dark.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
Eddie sniffed again, his breath slowing down as he heard Buck shift in his bed, just sober enough to feel Buck’s eyes digging into the back of his head, but just exhausted enough to slip into sleep instead of roll over, only barely listening as Buck responded.
“… just don’t give up, Eds. You got this, I know you do.”
--
The Sunday before the final that would decide his entire life (“I’m begging you, stop being such a drama queen.”), the last thing on Eddie’s mind was physics—he was too focused on the beautiful boy beneath him. He could have drowned in the noises Buck was making as Eddie kissed at his neck, his collar, his swollen lips, the cord of muscle in his neck. He felt Buck’s hands lace with his, the movement more intimate than anything he could have imagined, and he let out a groan as he rolled his hips down, grinding against Buck, and—
—and then Eddie woke up to a soccer ball bouncing off of his head.
Grunting in pained surprise, he shot straight up out of bed, almost falling to the floor, blankets pooling around his hips as he jerked his head around, focus snapping to the sound of Buck’s laughter.
(It was a small soothe to chase away the taste of Buck on his lips, the phantom feel of Buck’s body beneath his, flexing his hands like he could still feel their fingers laced together.)
“Buccaneer, what the fuck?!”
“Come on, we’re burning daylight. Aren’t you usually on the field, like, before the sun is up most days?”
“Yeah, maybe when my career wasn’t already over.” Eddie whined, rubbing at his eyes. Eddie wanted nothing more than to throw the blankets back up over his head and roll over—but he knew from experience that Buck would have just ripped his comforter off and dragged him outside, if he had to, and Eddie was in no... physical state (after the dream he had) to risk losing the safe amount of cover the blanket was currently providing.
Honestly, even after being beaned in the head by a soccer ball, he couldn’t stay mad—not when Buck was smiling at him, physics book and coffee in one hand, the other occupied once more as he bent down to pick up the ball. He really, really didn’t deserve Buck, and it made Eddie feel all the guiltier, knowing full well the thoughts that were running through his mind less than an hour ago.
Thankfully, Buck seemed to soften as Eddie’s emotions played across his face, sighing and rolling his eyes as he tossed Eddie the jersey hanging over the back of his desk chair. “Hey, it’s not over yet. You will get this, I promise. Now, It’s 9 AM, and you’re going to do your drills while I drill you.”
So he was just never going to get that image out of his head, ever. Cool.
An hour later, Eddie was dressed, on the field, working on his figure eights, fueled only by the coffee that Buck had brought him and a burning annoyance for the day as a whole as Buck launched question after question at him.
He kept up his pace as they went back and forth, moving through a few different drills as Buck continued to question him, asking about formulas, equations, situations, making Eddie walk through each step he would do if he had a calculator in front of him. It was exhausting, but Eddie couldn’t deny that it was working—and he really, really didn’t want to look to deeply into the little moments of pride he felt when Buck smiled at him and moved on to the next problem.
He was lining up a row of shots when Buck started on another problem, sinking each shot perfectly into the net, describing the relationship between friction, air resistance, and velocity, when Buck interrupts.
“No, that’s not right.”
Eddie’s next shot goes wide as he turns back to Buck, his eyes narrowed as he goes over everything in his head. “What?”
“Go over it again.” Buck has his head mostly hidden behind the practice exam, and Eddie felt himself fall out of step for a moment before he pulled back for another kick.
“I know the force of gravity.” Eddie started, another kick sinking directly into the goal, refocusing himself.
“And I know the falling distance and the mass.” He continued, taking a sneak peek back at Buck, who quickly ducked his head again.
“And,” another kick, another goal. “I know the equation for air resistance, because you’ve basically pummeled it into my head.” He said, Buck’s little laugh not unnoticed, and Eddie smiled in spite of his frustration.
He lined up his next shot and sunk it, chewing on his lip.
“Then I was right, Buck!” Eddie said, pacing back and forth between the cones he had set up. “I would measure the change in distance and double it, I would divide it by the total time minus the air resistance, and I would subtract the initial velocity. That’s, like, textbook, what could I possibly have—“ Finally catching Buck’s eye, Eddie paused, thrown for a loop as Buck put the practice test down, expression stopping Eddie dead in his tracks.
Because Buck was absolutely beaming at him.
“You’re ready.”
“Wait, what?” Eddie was glad that he had already launched his last ball into the net, because he literally tripped over his feet, catching himself at the last moment as he jogged over to where Buck was sitting, peering over his shoulder.
Every answer that Eddie had given had been circled on the practice exam, not a drop of red ink anywhere on the page. “Wait, I got them right? I... I was right?”
“Even when I tried to tell you you were wrong—which you weren’t, by the way—you still stuck to what you knew, you were confident enough not to second guess yourself, and you proved it. Eddie, you’re ready. You’re going to crush it.”
Eddie looked at the test, then back at Buck, then back at the test, and he couldn’t resist it—he picked Buck up, laughing ecstatically as he spun Buck in his arms. He was feeling more confident than he had in an age and a half, and he knew he had the dopiest expression on his face when he set Buck down, his hands still linked around Buck’s waist.
…with Buck’s hands resting on his shoulders.
“I knew you could do it, Eds.” Buck said, and Eddie felt his face heating up. He had never doubted Buck, not for a minute, even while he was still racked with his own insecurities—but any thanks, any recognition, any anything, were drowned out in Eddie’s throat as Buck moved his hand off of Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie could have sworn he saw stars when he felt the warmth from Buck’s hand rest right against the crook of his neck, thumb on Eddie’s pulse point, his eyes wide as Buck smiled. “I’m really, really proud of you.”
Eddie felt like he was living in a dream his hands sliding down to hold Buck’s hips, half expecting Buck to pull away—finding his smile even brighter instead. Buck looked so happy, so content to be in Eddie’s arms, his smile wide and his eyes sparkling, and Eddie had to swallow, feeling the contrast to himself—sweating, out of breath, probably a little crazy eyed, but… Buck was still looking at him like that.
“Buck, I’m… Can I, um... can I?” Eddie found himself murmuring, chewing his bottom lip. It would kill him right now to let Buck go, when he was this close—but of course, if Buck said the word, he would have leapt back like he was on fire.
He wasn’t sure if it was relief or elation that he felt, heart pounding, when Buck leaned in instead of answering, his thumb catching just the corner of Eddie’s lip before Buck’s lips met his own.
Kissing Buck was like finding God—and yeah, that was probably the worst possible analogy he could have made, but it was true. Buck kissed him and suddenly everything felt right, something sliding into place so deeply in his heart and soul that he had no idea how he had been surviving without.
He felt more than he heard Buck moan against his lips and he came crashing down into his own body, pulling back just enough to breathe, unable to keep the huge smile off of his own face. He had to duck his head, the moment getting to be a bit too much for him, the typical enthusiastic show he put up dulled for a moment as he looked up to Buck through his lashes.
“So... that’s okay, then?”
Buck only laughed, tilting Eddie’s head up for another small kiss. “Eddie, that was great. I’ve been gone on you since, like, the first shitty nickname you gave me.” he said, his voice dipping, suddenly going red as he realized what he said—but the damage was already done.
Eddie’s eyes lit up as he tightened his grip around Buck, his grin spreading so far across his face that it actually hurt.
“Ten-point-Buck. Buck-a-boo. Bucky bear.”
“Eddie, no, that wasn’t supposed to encourage you.”
“...does this mean I get to grab your bubble-Buck?” Eddie asked sweetly, throwing his head back and laughing as Buck buried his head in his shoulder, face burning red.
(Eddie passed his final, obviously—but as excited as he was with the big, red, 91 circled at the top of his page, nothing compared to the warmth he felt when he opened the door to his dorm and found Buck waiting for him in one of his old jerseys. He easily caught Buck in his arms as he jumped, choosing to catch Buck’s lips in a kiss rather than say anything.
After all, he may have had a thousand nicknames at the ready, but for Eddie, nothing compared to calling Buck “mine”.)
#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911#911au#college au#I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT SORRY I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT SOCCER#i also hope you like the nicknames because eddie is a cornball#soccer eddie#tutor buck#oh my god they were roommates#mutually assured devotion#flospeaks#floanswers#tylerhunklin
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stolen from @chyrstis, but i was technically tagged a few times a while back
doing this for my lovely bbs, elizabeth and tess, and answering it as them! or trying to, this might just be elizabeth because... how do i write tess
DISAGREEMENTS
Who is more likely to raise their voice? tess - i don’t get loud often. in general and in anger. i uh.. learned to push that down. or deal with it in better ways.
Who threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of us would. we’ve been through so much - it’s just... not going to happen.
Who actually keeps their word and leaves? okay, i know i just said neither of us would - and we still wouldn’t - but we might go on a long walk, or out on a patrol or something while in the middle of an argument.
Who trashes the house? neither of us. we don’t really have much stuff to trash, anyways.
Do either of them get physical? nope.
How often do they argue/disagree? not often - if we do, it’s over little things - tess likes to make the bed in the morning, i don’t see the point, that kind of thing. nothing major.
Who is the first to apologize? me. i’ve lost people before when we had been in an argument - i’ll never forgive myself for that.
SEX
Who is on top? oh jeez. okay so. we don’t.. really? i’m not that interested in sex.
Who is on the bottom? that being said, tess knows what she’s doing.
Who has the strangest desires? i.... well, i guess it’d have to be tess, just by process of elimination (tess: hey i’m not that strange)
Any kinks? oh tess definitely has a few and uh... i think i might be willing to try some of them, but you’re not getting any of that out of me, nope - oh tess, get that fucking smile off your face--
Who’s dominant in bed? ..... (she looks at tess)
Is head ever in the equation? uh
If so, who is better at performing it? well tess is more experienced in everything so
Ever had sex in public? god no - i mean tess said she thought about it a few times on our way here, which technically was in public, but we’ve never done anything
Who moans the most? tess here. it’s definitely not me.
Who leaves the most marks? tess again. also not me...
Who is the more experienced of the two? hi, i’m back - i think i already said this? definitely tess.
Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? no
Rough or soft? noooooo
How long do they usually last? (elizabeth is slowly turning brighter red)
Is protection used? (even brighter)
Does it ever get boring? no
Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? i -- oh, lord, don’t tell tilly but, we had a moment in the hay loft once. it wasn’t like... full sex, but hands were definitely in pants and uh - please don’t tell tilly
FAMILY
Do they plan on having children/or have children? it’s not really something we’re actively planning on, but we aren’t opposed to it - if there’s a kid that needs us, we will happily take them in.
If so, how many children do they want/have? ...no specific number? i don’t think we would want more than three or four in the house at a time, particularly if they’re younger - neither of us like babies - but we don’t think we’ll stop fostering kids just because we get old. (a note: they adopt at least one kid - his name is ryan)
AFFECTION
Who likes to cuddle? me - i mean, tess likes it too, if i go to bed before her, i’ll wake up with her spooning me.
Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? .... tess, though i’ll admit, sometimes i tease her....
Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? absolutely tess. i like holding hands too, but, yeah, tess. especially when we’re home.
How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? uh, it depends on our bladders, honestly
Who gives the most kisses? i think we’re tied? tess likes to smooch my head while i’m doing dishes, but i’ll give her kisses when we’re watching a movie or something.
What is their favourite non-sexual activity? we both like movie nights - just the two of us, nobody else is allowed. Tess makes some popcorn and I get everything set up and — oh the next question
Where is their favourite place to cuddle? as I was saying - we cuddle on the couch and watch whatever terrible movie we’ve found! I like it. It’s cozy
How often do they get time to themselves? not as much as we would like - we’re both pretty busy, between patrols and our other jobs in town. I always try and get us scheduled for patrols together, but it doesn’t always work... I feel safer when she has my back, which sounds silly?
SLEEPING
Who snores? t: Elizabeth. holy shit Elizabeth. E: I don’t snore!!! You do!!! (Cue argument - Tess snores. Elizabeth mumbles.
If both do, who snores the loudest? oh see the last question
Do they share a bed or sleep separately? ever since we admitted that there was something going on, we have shared a bed. at first I said it was more practical, specially when we first got here and were couch surfing until our little house was ready for us, but now I just... need her near. She helps with nightmares.
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? I always wake up with Tess’s arms around me. Tess has told me that I “koala” on her sometimes...
What do they wear to bed? Tess doesn’t usually wear anything - in the winter she’ll wear a warmer pj set, but most of the year, nothing. I like to have at least a nightgown, if not pants too. Hard to shake the feeling of needing to be ready to get up and go at all hours, y’know?
Are either of them insomniacs? we both are, honestly.
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? eh, sleeping pills aren’t really a thing anymore? there are days where i’d kill for some benadryl, though.
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? tess says that i’m a koala.
Who wakes up with bed hair? me. i always mean to braid my hair before bed, but i never remember
Who wakes up first? we don’t really have any sort of consistent sleep schedule? sometimes tess will wake up first, sometimes i will, it usually depends on how late we were out the night before and what we have to do that day.
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? tess - i am a chronic burner of breakfast food.
What is their favourite sleeping position? i like being the little spoon. it’s soothing to have tess curled up around me
Do they set an alarm each night? not every night - only if we have to be up in the morning.
Can a television be found in their bedroom? we don’t have room! we have a little one in the living room, but that’s it. our house is pretty small - i think ellie’s place might have more square footage, and she’s in a converted garage... we’ve been looking for a bigger place, but we know it’s better for families to have a big house when it’s just the two of us. if or when we have kids - then we’ll definitely upgrade. that house would really depend on if they already have a tv in the bedroom - without like, netflix or blockbuster and cable, there’s not really a point in watching tv from bed?
Who has nightmares? well - we both do. i have them more often than tess, though. hers are usually after the rougher patrols. mine are... well, i either have a nightmare or a weird-ass dream. it’s not often that i just don’t dream.
Who has ridiculous dreams? oh - me.
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? tess here - i’m amazed that such a tiny person can take up so much of our bed. we have a queen size bed and she takes up most of it! she’s like a damn cat.
Who makes the bed? tess again. elizabeth mentioned this earlier - i like having it made. makes the room look cleaner. she doesn’t see the point in taking the time if we’re only going to be in it again in a few hours.
What time is bed time? hi, elizabeth again! it’s usually whenever we get home or whenever we’re tired. if it’s one of our off days, we might stay up till one or two in the morning watching movies, and if it’s a patrol day, we usually just go to bed as soon as we get home. for the longer patrols, at least.
Any routines/rituals before bed? not really. feed the cats, shower, pass the fuck out, that’s about it.
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? uh. hi. i don’t like waking up.
WORK
Who is the busiest? we both are, just in different ways? tess goes out on a lot of patrols and works at the guard posts, and i do patrols and work in the barns.
Who rakes in the highest income? money isn’t really a thing here - pretty much everything is trade or work based.
Are any of them unemployed? nope - we keep ourselves busy.
Who takes the most sick days? uh - we both have to be forced to not work when we’re sick.
Who is more likely to turn up late to work? ...me. i oversleep. a lot.
Who sucks up to their boss? uh, well - i suppose... neither of us? we might sweet talk maria into letting us go out together, but that’s about it.
What are their jobs? oh, i already said that, oops!
Who stresses the most? me. it’s... hard to not? tess doesn’t believe me when i say that boston sounds like a dream compared to the detroit qz. it’s hard to break some of those habits.
Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? i like mine - working with the animals is closer to what i wanted to do before the outbreak than what my parents were trying to get me to do.
Are they financially stable? again - money’s not really a thing here. we’re comfortable.
HOME
Who does the washing? we take turns - we both hate doing it. i’ve been trying to find a functional washing machine somewhere, but no dice.
Who takes out the trash? our rule is whoever notices it deals with it.
Who does the ironing? oh fuck ironing, haha. it’s the apocalypse, who has time for that?
Who does the cooking? we both are good at different things - i suck at breakfast foods, but i’m good at making stews and stuff.
Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? uh. there’s a reason i’m not allowed to make eggs.
Who is messier? me. oops. oh - tess shut up, i admitted it! she’s grumbling at me.
Who leaves the toilet roll empty? oh i never mean to - i think about it and then get distracted on my way out the door...
Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? we’re both pretty good at getting stuff into our laundry baskets, actually.
Who forgets to flush the toilet? it - oh tess is laughing at me now - i forget sometimes. but only when i get up in the middle of the night and i’m just barely awake.
Who is the prankster around the house? tess.
Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? cars aren’t really a thing anymore - we have a few in town, but nobody uses them. i have a reputation with - well, everyone - that if they misplace their tack then they don’t get to ride again until they find it, so honestly, most people in town are good at keeping track of that.
Who mows the lawn? a neighbor kid.
Who answers the telephone? not gonna lie, i don’t miss phones. at all. fuck phone calls. they were horrible.
Who does the vacuuming? i miss my roomba. we mostly just sweep now - the carpet in this house was nasty when we moved in, so we ripped it up immediately and put in hardwood.
Who does the groceries? we both do - the store in town isn’t really like krogers or glens used to be - well, actually, it is kinda like glens, just with more fresh vegetables and meat. anyways that’s not the point - we both pick things up whenever we’re running low. if we both need to go, we either go together, or i send tess with a list.
Who takes the longest to shower? i do, haha - it’d be even worse if we had a bathtub.
MISCELLANEOUS
Is money a problem? nope - like i’ve said, money isn’t a thing.
How many cars do they own? cars? none. horses? several.
Do they own their home or do they rent? both? it’s complicated.
Do they live in the city or in the country? i mean - jackson is technically a city
Do they enjoy their surroundings? very much so. i think i would have liked it here before the outbreak, too - mountain life is nice.
What’s their song? we... don’t... have one? i’ve never really thought about it, honestly.
What do they do when they’re away from each other? normal stuff? i - what do people normally say? we aren’t the “constantly attached at the hip” type of couple, we both have our own lives.
Where did they first meet? hah - when tess looked like fucking death. back in boston, at the capitol - right after her oh-so-noble showdown with the military, i pulled her stupid - yes tess, stupid - ass to safety and patched her up. i was ready to - well, y’know - if she turned, but she didn’t. didn’t think i’d end up hiking across the country with her.
Who spends the most money when out shopping? i - fuck, okay so tess? she has excellent impulse control. i have a weakness for cookies. they’re very good, okay?
Who’s more likely to flash their assets? assets? like, -- wait you mean like - god, neither of us.
Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? i am very clumsy and tess thinks it’s hilarious. it’s almost annoying...
Any mental issues? uh. yeah. shit’s rough, y’know? we both - we both have our fair share of issues.
Who’s terrified of bugs? i’m not terrified, but i’m not a fan either...
Who kills the spiders around the house? tess is always kind enough to peacefully evacuate spiders from the premises.
Their favourite place? we have a little overlook that we like to go to - i’m not telling you where it is though, i don’t want tilly stealing it...
Who pays the bills? no bills, thank god.
Do they have any fears for their future? who doesn’t?
Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? tess. i’ll take her out to dinner, but she’ll make one for us.
Who’s the tallest? i - it’s - it’s really not hard to be taller than me. i’m 4′11 on a good day...
Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? tess. she tried that once and scared the shit out of me.
Who wanders around in their underwear? if we’re home alone? we both will, specially in the summer. god i miss aircon.
Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? me.
What do they tease each other about? a lot.
Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? i think tess would laugh if she saw how i dressed before the outbreak, honestly - nowadays we pretty much wear whatever fits. or is practical.
Who crushed first? i uh - i think i was the first to have a proper crush? tess told me she thought i was cute when we first met, but honestly, she was covered in blood, i was too distracted by that to think about if she was cute or not.
Any alcohol or substance related problems? not that i know?
Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? tess - i don’t drink.
Who swears the most? yes.
#elizabeth victoria#a tag#another tag#look i don't want this in the main tag#so one more tag#tlou#elizabeth x tess#jesus christ this was long#don't let me do this again lmao#i really need to make a banner or something for them
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Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...
Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb
———
You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time
Which was odd since you were in college
Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation
To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day
You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter
You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up
When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better
Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with
They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother
Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career
Photography was your more proficient skill
One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him
Spider-man, the hero of Queens
Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on
His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts
While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction
Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual
Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes
He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out
There goes his spiderman charm
“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him
“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags
“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head
‘Im in love’ He thought then and there
From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day
The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on
Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him
He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”
Of course, you took his words and set off with him
Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter
‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’
Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.
And just like that, you were gone
‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”
Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list
Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates
Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date
And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not
Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in
“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”
Que the blushing nerd
“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”
“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”
You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple
It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying
Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter
“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away
You and Peter poking fun at one another
When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic
Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully
“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat
A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”
Welp
Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again
“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot
Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night
‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”
Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment
q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶
Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out
He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again
The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you
“You're honestly... Gonna go?”
“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”
Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again
Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor
“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”
Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering
Very gentle™ when having sex
Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still
Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw
Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove
Don't be a fool, cover your tool
Don't be silly and wrap your willy-
You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were
Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body
G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?
Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter
‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’
He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes
When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner
Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing
“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”
Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout
“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”
“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”
Romcoms were tonights theme
“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”
Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down
Lots of snuggles
Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there
Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you
“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on
Oh fuck
Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2
#eddie brock imagines#eddie brock#eddie brooks x reader#eddie brooks#eddie brock x you#eddie brock x y/n#eddie brooks imagines#venom x reader#venom imagines#we are venom#venom movie#venom#venom symbiote#spiderman x you#spiderman x y/n#spiderman x reader#spiderman smut#spiderman#spiderman homecoming#spiderman far from home#tom hardy x reader#tom hardy x you#tom hardy x y/n#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker headcanon#peter parker smut#peter parker#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you
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kissing booth! Jaehyun au
kissing booth! Jaehyun au
genre: fluffffff summary: who knew good things could come out of the most dreaded places? (1,787) a/n: this was heavily inspired by the movie the kissing booth on netflix! it’s super cute and i need to get out all these fluffy feelings i got from it so here you go heheh masterlist can be found here!
it was a tradition each year to have each club on campus draw randomly from a selection of booths to use for their college fair
it was the same booths every year but a different club would be in charge of it every year so it’s more interesting
anyways the college fair/festival whatever you want to call it is a really big deal for the school
its the school event that has one of the highest turnouts
for you, it was just some other school event you get dragged to by your friends
you weren’t exactly the outgoing type, you preferred to stay in
anyways, jung jaehyun, aka the vice president of the broadcasting committee, loves this event every year
because he gets to meet new people and basically he’s just a social butterfly and uses this time to recruit new members with his charms
soooo out of all booths there are ones people love, and ones people hate
whenever people get the haunted house, they get so happy because it is one of the most popular ones
not to mention the proceeds from the booths go towards the clubs so its a winwin heh
but then there are some booths that people just hate, aka the KISSING BOOTH
it’s just so awkward for people that it ends up being a flop each year
no club really tries when they get the kissing booth anyways
so can you guess which booth jaehyun’s club got assigned? THE KISSING BOOTH
“is this even allowed???” mark asks good question mark only in movies theyre allowed
soooo the club is kinda bummed out this year
but jaehyun not taking any of that negativity!!!
so he vows to make it the best kissing booth anybody has ever seen!!!
he starts hanging around in the woodworking shopping, learning the techniques
and then he’s cutting out decorative pieces for the booth
can you just imagine jaehyun in a workshop wearing protective goggles and having a pencil tucked on his ear while he’s dressed in a flannel and timbs….then his concentrated gaze as he cuts the wood pieces to precision AHHHHH
anyways
he’s doing the most for this kissing booth even though his club members are kind of half-assing it
but because he’s vp he’s pushing them to make it turn out good so they’re just following his orders
anyways fast forward to the festival setup day
everybody is confused when they see the broadcasting committee bringing in all sorts of props because they’re all like ??? didn’t they get the kissing booth???
sooo they work on decorating and setting up their whole booth and it looks AMAZING
there’s bright lights and a really bright background that really catches the eyes of anybody passing by
so then taking on the leadership role again, he assigns shifts for the people within the club to work the booth even though nobody ever wants to work it but they have to
and jaehyun is just going to be the main host for the booth!! gaining people’s attention and giving them tickets and directing them where to go
i can just imagine him pulling people in with that dang dimpled smile of his
anyways people come for jaehyun, but when they realize they won’t be kissing him they dip
“what’s wrong with me?? why won’t anybody line up the hell” johnny asks, bored out of his mind nothings wrong with u bb its their loss
now shifting over to you
you were complaining to your friends who dragged you out of your dorm right when you were going to have a nice movie marathon
so you just lagged behind them with your arms crossed and a grumpy look on your face
you were getting tired of being dragged here and there by your friends, and you were glad because the night was almost over
meanwhile!! jaehyun is panicking because the member for the last shift disappeared and even though johnny stayed for an extra 30 minutes there was another 30 minutes waiting
and all the remaining club members were either gone or already had a shift
so jaehyun was panicking
“i guess i’ll do it myself” jaehyun declares, gaining the attention of the whole club
“what dude are you okay with that??? i know how awkward you get around girls okay” johnny starts
“SHUTUP JOHNNY I’LL BE Fine…it’s only 30 minutes anyways” jaehyun says with red ears as he makes his way towards the booth
the whole club is just staring at him in awe
next thing you know, johnny turns around with a mischievous smirk as he yells out
“GET IN LINE FOR OUR FINAL KISSER! JUNG JAEHYUN, THE DIMPLED PRINCE!”
cue jaehyun cursing johnny endlessly in his head
but hey, it worked
a lot of people ended up rushing over that the crowd was getting hard to handle
jaehyun could only stare at the crowd in horror
your friends happened to be walking by and they saw the crowd, so of course they had to check it out
cue yourself getting irritated as you ended up getting dragged into the mess
“ok nose goes into the kissing booth!” one of your friends started, cueing the rest of your friends to put their fingers on their noses
and of course, you are the last one
“you guys better pay me for this” you rolled your eyes as you held out your hands
they all placed their spare change before pushing you over to the line
you tapped your foot impatiently, glad that the line was going by pretty fast
jaehyun just gave out soft and smol pecks, which was enough to satisfy the whole population
his ears were burning the whole time, and he felt his face cramping up from all the smiles
sooo they ended up not letting anybody else queue after you, meaning you would be the last person to SMOOCH JAEHYUN
fast forward to the breaking of the crowd as most people are heading out since the festival is basically over
you slowly trudged up the steps and met jaehyun’s tired gaze as he looked at you with a polite smile
you felt bad for the dude, you knew how he was from sharing several classes with him
you always seen him keep to himself or with his other friends, and you’ve noticed how awkward he gets when girls would flirt with him like all the time
anyways you just gave him a sympathetic smile
“hey jaehyun, i probably don’t want to do this as much as you but let’s just get it over with as painless as possible, okay?” you spoke first, surprising him
he was surprised because he didn’t expect to see you at his booth, because he also noticed your introverted personality
and also because of how done you were with the festival since you really looked like you wanted to leave
“yeah of course, you are the last one anyways so i’m relieved” he responded with that DANG DIMPLED SMILE
and lowkey you were like Oh my my heart but then you shook those thoughts straight out of your head
so when you leaned in you directed your gaze at your friends who were watching you eagerly because you felt shy staring at jaehyun who was staring deeply at you
when he saw you look somewhere else he also looked over there just because he was curious LOL
which led to you guys not paying attention and your lips brushed against his cheek while his did the same to yours
and then you both jumped back in surprise because you guys weren’t expecting that sensation of each others cheeks LOL
you both just kinda giggled at the situation and looked at each other, waiting for one to speak
your hearts were also beating fast because that was highkey awkward but highkey cute
“so…should we try that again?” jaehyun speaks up first, staring at you
“uh sure! if you want, because i mean that could technically count as a kiss since you like kissed my cheek and i don’t really care but-“ you rambled
“let’s do it again, and this time, let’s actually look at each other” jaehyun interrupted your ramble with a soft laugh
he stared at you with a soft look in his eyes and you were just shy from his gaze and awkwardly nodded
at your response his had a soft smile on his face as he slowly moved closer, not tearing his eyes from yours
and unlike with all the other people he kissed, his hand lightly held the side of your face when you got close enough which made your heart beat even HARDER than it already was
and then you guys kissed!!!
it was like sparks were flying, and it wasn’t a peck this time! it was an actual deep kiss!
all you could think about was how nice jaehyun’s lips felt on yours, and he was thinking similarly
suddenly it was just like it was the two of you in that moment, and you both were savoring each other’s touch
even though you guys were nothing but mere acquaintances, there just seemed to be a deeper connection between you
and it was definitely felt by the both of you in that kiss
you guys finally pulled away after people started hollering
but jaehyun still had his hand on your face and you guys remained facing very close to each other
you both just gazed at each other for a bit longer, feeling your faces heat up and hearts beat faster
“ALRIGHT THAT DOES IT PEOPLE SHOW’S OVER BOOTH’S CLOSED EVERYBODY PLEASE GO HOME” Johnny yells over the new crowd that gathered
and that finally snapped you two out of it as jaehyun quickly retreated his hand and you both jumped back
the kiss felt so different from any other kisses and now that you were back to normal, you guys didn’t really know how to react
“so…. uhh i’ll see you in class?” you said with an awkward hand rubbing your neck
“y-yeah! i’ll see you tomorrow!!” he spoke with his BURNING RED ears as he mimicked your action
so then you ran back to your friends who were still hollering about that kiss you guys shared
jaehyun found himself in the same shoes as the whole club was giving him an earful about what happened
all the talk about the kiss made the moment replay in your minds, as you both let out a shy smile at the thought with a beating heart and burning cheeks
one thing for sure to change though, is the popularity of the kissing booth AND jaehyun’s new seat next to you in lectures ;-)
#nct#nct u#nct 127#jaehyun#jung jaehyun#jung yoonoh#jaehyun scenarios#nct scenarios#nct au#jaehyun au#jaehyun fluff#i actually am proud of this
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cuddling with jbj
a/n: hi its my first time doing something with all of the members but i just had to do it bcuz of a convo i had with @jinguobells that started off from sanggyun’s abs to somehow cuddling i hope you enjoy
my masterlist
Noh Taehyun ―
ah yes my jbj bias
ok bitch but first you need to go this video and skip to 1:04:25 it will really help out your imagination :-)))))
lol edit sorry i forgot to link the video lmao
if you’re too lazy basically taehyun has got some muscle buildin in his arms
that video is a liiiiiittle old so they might be more defined now ,’;)
anyways, knowing that, he probably has you where he can wrap his arms around your waist and have his head on your collarbones (or tits idk lol)
his grip would be tight but then again it makes you feel safe???
plus you can wrap your arms around his head and pet his hair
he’d mess with you and say you smell like a grandma and would be giggling into your shoulder when you playfully smacked him lightly
tbh he would fall asleep first since hes always moving around and he finally feels relaxed once hes in bed with you
gives you time to pepper light kisses on his forehead and moving his hair back to appreciate everything about his face before going to sleep as well
sometimes he would pretend to fall asleep just so he could hear what you were mumbling about him and feel all fuzzy inside
a whole fuckin mans!!!!
Takada Kenta ―
this gif is so cute im crying protect this bb
ok but imagine him waiting in bed for you and this is his reaction when he sees you in a cozy sweater (which happens to be his), shorts, and some fuzzy socks and your face slightly flushed from washing it
he’d coo you to come to him with his arms out and pull you in when you just fall onto him
he would pet your hair softly and run his fingers through it
then he would use both of his hands to grab your cheeks and give you a big kiss
you would probably watch a couple things on netflix before sleeping
gettin to the snuggling part
i feel like kenta would like spooning? he probably likes feeling dominant (not like that nasties) and would like to have his arms around you
he likes the feeling on your arms on top of his when you are in that position
would probably like to have his face in your hair cuz its soft and it smells nice since you took a shower before coming back to bed
another position he’d prob like is him on his back and you snuggled next to him with your arm on his chest and legs wrapped around one of his
and his arm would be under your head stretched out or wrapped around you
a soft, snuggly man
Kim Sanggyun ―
ok just imagine you’re hyunbin dont worry about it
this boy,,,, we all know he sleeps shirtless
ok now get this
he came straight out of the shower, his hair is kinda damp, hes got loose sweat pants barely hangin onto his hips, and this bitch doesnt have a fucking shirt on
honestly you should be used to it by now but you still choke on your own spit when he comes out like that
hes probably looking at his phone while he shuffles towards the bed and you’re like eyeing him the fuck down
ahem
this is supposed to be soft i am sorry
similar to the position that hyunbin and he is in in that gif, you’d basically be on top of him
hes shirtless but hes still super fucking warm????
your face would be laying against his chest and his arms would be lazily draped over you or his hands propped on your waist
your legs would be in between his
you’re basically bear hugging him at this point
since your face is on top of his chest, you could hear his heartbeat
so that, the rising of his chest as be breaths, and the warmth = so therapeutic
would place many kisses on top of your head or would whine until you smooched him a couple times on the lips before sleeping
he’d be smiling like the idiot that he is after he got the kisses
Jin Longguo/Kim Yongguk ―
ah yes @jinslongguo ‘s mans
we know how much he loves his cats so i assume that he cuddles with them ALOT
but now that you’ve become apart of his life, hes kinda like “????”
bcuz hes just so used to cuddling with 2 small cats how is he supposed to do this with a full grown human!!!
like the first time you guys cuddle, he’d be really awkward and would constantly be fidgeting which made you fidget so its just a never ending cycle of fidgeting bcuz neither of you are comfortable
“omg yongguk pls stay still”
“but idk whats comfortable??? i’ve only cuddled with cats my whole life how am i supposed to do this with humans”
you had to suppress your laugh bcuz he was genuinely confused about it and you had to guide him through basic cuddling
“ok just stay still and i’ll just adjust myself”
a couple shuffles later
“is this what cuddling is”
“yes.”
“are you comfortable”
“yeah, are you not comfortable?”
“no, i am. just checking.”
save this poor soul
anyways he eventually got used to cuddling and would google more cuddling positions and would bother you to try it out
Kwon Hyunbin ―
a very large baby!!!
you’d already be in bed, scrolling thru sns
hyunbin waddles towards the bed bcuz hes just that tired and flops onto it, making you bounce a little from the impact
he would crawl up and plop himself onto you, his face on your tummy and his arms wrapped around you
you would go and pet his hair, pinching his cheeks a little so that he would look up
he would lift his head with big puppy eyes, his chin now resting against you
“cmon you big baby. your feet are hanging off the bed”
he just shoves his face back into your tummy groaning, the vibrations tickling you a little
then out of nowhere, he would prop himself up to hover over you and attack your neck and face with kisses
this is the same thing as having to calm down your dog that’s way too excited to see you lol
he’d finally stop and roll over to the side of the bed
his arms would be out, a big smile stretched across his face
you’d roll your eyes but smile immediately after, knowing what he wants
and that is...
spooning!!!
despite being the giant bear himself, he lovES to cling onto you since you’re smaller that him and just that alone is super cute to him???
and boy hes got some long ass fuckin arms so that shit really wraps around ya good
this results in not being able to get up in the morning bcuz he doesnt want to let go and you cant really do much about it
Kim Taedong ―
theres not a lot of gifs of taedong i miss him :(
a man with pretty long arms and big hands like hot damn
anyways, taedong would probably enjoy having you close to his chest, one arm around your waist and the other going around so that he can hold your head softly against him
your head would be resting on his shoulder and your arms would be under his arms, your hands resting on his back
he would rub your back slowly until you fell asleep and would be pretty attentive to your breathing patterns
i imagine him just being so,,, warm,....
sometimes you guys dont even need that much of the blanket bcuz the warmth you two make just get bundled up under the blanket and you both wake up feelings kinda sweaty lol
“we need to get a thinner blanket”
“yeah i dont know why we always fall asleep with this huge fluffy blanket”
this is why you keep a small towel on the drawer incase yall wake up feeling grossly sweaty
Kim Donghan ―
kim donghan who idk him
ahem
you know it the actual cuddly baby of jbj
an actual kid??? like serously??????
he’d walk into the room with his jammies on, shoving a handful of chips into his black hole of a mouth
cue your mom mode
“donghan no you’re gonna get crumbs all over the bed again”
he would pout but shove more chips in his mouth right after
and you would just give him that mom stare
he’d let out a huff and walk out of the room and walk back in like 3 minutes later
he went to finish the chips in the kitchen lol
you saw him walk in empty handed and smiled
“now you can come on the bed”
will not hesitate to jump onto the bed
“oh ym god how are you not tired enough yet to do this”
he would drag his body up and hover over you with a stupid smile on his face
honestly you cant really stay mad at him for too long, so you just smiled too
he’d lean down to kiss you a couple times and then grab your body, rolling it so you could be on top of him
you guys dont always fall asleep cuddling, but whenever you dont, donghan always ends up wrapping his arms around you
i hope you enjoy this this took like 2 hours its almost 3 am goodnight
#jbj#jbj scenarios#jbj imagines#jbj fluff#noh taehyun#roh taehyun#noh taehyun scenarios#noh taehyun imagines#takada kenta#takada kenta scenarios#takada kenta imagines#kim sanggyun#kim sanggyun scenarios#kim sanggyun imagines#kim yongguk#kim yongguk scenarios#kim yongguk imagines#jin longguo#jin longguo scenarios#jin longguo imagines#kwon hyunbin#kwon hyunbin scenarios#kwon hyunbin imagines#kim taedong#kim taedong scenarios#kim taedong imagines#kim donghan#kim donghan scenarios#kim donghan imagines#produce 101 imagines
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i was tagged by my bb @babypaulchen ages ago and now the time has come to finally do this shit!! i told u i was gonna do it Brig!!
rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people (i wont tag anyone bc im doubting i even know 20 ppl on here lmao)
— what was your last…
1. drink: peach flavoured ice tea 2. phone call: my mom bc i asked her if shes interested in some hyacinth bulbs for her garden since the ones that stood in my room decayed 3. text message: to my cousin, setting a time where we can call and chat 4. song you listened to: actual surprise - its not Rammstein *ooohs and aaahs fly through the crowd* it was “The Schuyler Sisters” from Hamilton 5. time you cried: yesterday bc i had the worst fucking headache ever and i was being a whiny bitch
— have you ever…
6. dated someone twice: nope 7. kissed someone and regretted it: uhh no? 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes, multiple times and ive come to the conclusion that throwing up makes me feel better afterwards like im back to being able to actually perveice my environment again lmao
— fave colours
12. black 13. pastel pink 14. actually i kinda love all colours idk
— in the last year have you…
15. made new friends: yes! 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: yes, multiple times, good 18. found out someone was talking about you: like uh shittalking? idk so i guess not 19. met someone who changed you: uhhh kinda? 20. found out who your friends are: um well i found out that my friends are good friends and that i love them and that i dont want to miss any of them 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: what? u can “kiss” someone on facebook? lmao i didnt take a look on facebook for literally years .......man i had a massive brainlag here. i thought u can now “kiss” ppl on facebook like u can “poke” ppl on facebook and it didnt come to my mind this could mean “irl” lmao bury me IF it means irl tho, then yes
— general
22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: pff idk man who the fuck still uses that shithole of a site anyways
23. do you have any pets: no but i had a super cute and fluffy bunny and i still miss him and think about him everyday also i plan on having half a farm and half a zoo in the future
24. do you want to change your name: not anymore; i used to hate my name bc its so outdated and the only answer i ever got on introducing myself was “hey my grandma has the same name isnt that funny” but then more and more people told me my name was pretty and unique and well now that im older (sounds like im 40 lmao) im even kinda fond of it
25. what did you do for your last birthday: umm uhh i guess i was studying for my exams lol but i remember my gf cooking an amazing dinner for me 💖
26. what time did you wake up today: uhhhhhh smth around 9am i think
27. what were you doing at midnight last night: actually sleeping for once bc that headache knocked me out completely
28. what is something you can’t wait for: fucking going to fucking Hamburg in fucking five fucking days
30. what are you listening to right now: the birds chirping outside
31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes i had a classmate named Tom........he was a bit strange tho.......
32. something that’s getting on your nerves: i cant think of anything rn
33. most visited website: Tumblr and Youtube
34. hair colour: natural? blonde / current? dyed it pink two weeks ago
35. long or short hair: long ass hair and i mean, literally, they reach all the way down to my hips
36. do you have a crush on someone: ohhhahahaha so, so many, one - and maybe the king of em all - being Christoph Schneider (not obvious at all cough cough)
37. what do you like about yourself: uhhhhhhhhhhh.........;;;;; i guess... uh... *insert more unintelligent noises* maybe my legs?
38. want any piercings: no, except for maybe some on my ear
39. blood type: 0 positive, i think
40. nicknames: Lily
41. relationship status: super duper gay af with @haifisch-ohne-traenen
42. sign: officially capricorn (i like to say “the last capricorn” bc it sounds like “the last unicorn” and well my birthday is on the last day that still counts as capricorn), but honestly im more of an aquarius
43. pronouns: she/her
44. fave tv show: i recently watched Grimm and the story was okay but the cast was like super adorable and i fell in love with every single one of them
45. tattoos: none. YET. i have plans for so much i just am very bad at deciding
46. right or left handed: right handed 47: ever had surgery: okay, small story time. there are these childrens books by german illustrator and author “Janosch” in which a tiger and a bear are best friends and i used to love those books. so once, tiger got ill (his stripes slipped out of place) and he needed to see the doctor. and the exact line was “soothing small shot, blue dream, surgery over, noticed nothing, tiger healthy”. and i once was in the hospital bc there was something wrong my nose (i dont remember what it was tho) and so they anaesthetized me (and my fav stuffie which i brough with me for mental support) and afterwards i told everyone of my “blue dream” and everyone was like ????? wtf kid bc they didnt know what i was talking about and it was just some months ago when i finally found out that a narcosis isnt called a “blue dream” and that i just knew this bc of this books which i adored and tbh i was like MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE “BLUE DREAM” IS AN ADORABLE TERM FOR IT 48. piercings: none 49. sport: i did ballet for 15 years and i still love to dance around the house and the mother of my best friend once called me cute bc i cant stand still and always spin around or stretch my toes while lifting my leg or do some pliés and tbh i wasnt even aware of that
50. vacation: uh...i love? lmao
51. trainers: umm like my shoes? mostly wearing my black doc martens
— more general
52. eating: i love me some good salad with tomatoes, mozzarella and tuna but ngl a pizza margherita could beat that salad any time. or a nice ragout fin. or mac’n’cheese. i love food in general, okay
53. drinking: i’d kill for a tequila rn. but like non-alcoholic beverage - plain water, yes thank u
54. i’m about to watch: some movie with my gf which we havent decided on yet
55. waiting for: my gf to return home from work so i can smooch her pretty face
56. want: to cuddle honestly
57. get married: since its legal in germany for some months now... idk tbh, its not smth i debate about on a daily basis
58. career: um i have a vague plan for becoming a speech pathologist but yea... its very vague
— which is better
59. hugs or kisses: hugs
60. lips or eyes: gotta say eyes
61. shorter or taller: i dont care actually
62. older or younger: um sweats loudly...... older (fun fact i recently calculated the average age of my celebrity crushes....yes i was bored.... and it resulted in 50.... well.....)
63. nice arms or stomach: arms, fucc me up
64. hookup or relationships: relationships
65. troublemaker or hesitant: me? kinda both
— have you ever
66. kissed a stranger: no 67. drank hard liquor: yes 68. turned someone down: not really?
69. sex on first date: nope
70: broken someone’s heart: probably
71. had your heart broken: uh yea...kinda
72. been arrested: no
73. cried when someone died: yes, im a whiny bitch so i cry easily
74. fallen for a friend: yeah binch im dating that lovely ho right now... im gonna leave Brig’s answer here bc its perf and same here
— do you believe in
75. yourself: ugh
76. miracles: i want to
77. love at first sight: no
78. santa claus: i want to lol but no
79. angels: fuck yes
— misc
80. eye colour: blue-gray-green-ish mud 81. best friend’s name: Dana
82. favourite movie: so? much? i cant decide, really
83. favourite actor: Tom Hiddleston, i love this british dork, lemme tell u
84. favourite cartoon: phuh, idk i dont really watch cartoons
85. favourite teacher’s name: SWEATS LOUDLY AND AGGRESIVELY i had two massive teacher crushes back in my school days and that makes me a bit biased but im gonna say Herr Wolf was a great teacher bc he always said “hey, astronomy’s a minor subject, the test won’t be hard and i wont give u homework, u guys concentrate on math, german and english” and tbh we need more teachers like that
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Headcanons on the three main squads
So in snk we know that there’s like three squads everybody keeps talking about and obviously they’re squad Levi squad mike and squad Hanji. Theres like 5 people in eavh squad and im bored so heres my ships in tjose squads and headcanons. Idc if u don’t like it you do you Ill do me
Small warning: indication/direct mention of sexy times and swearing
Gelgar x Henning -Gelgar has a lot of nightmares. They share a room and Henning always has to shake him to wake him up and and one night Henning was still asleep so Gelgar went ahead and got in his bed. Ever since then they just took it as normal and Gelgar hasn’t slept in his bed for months. -Henning takes care of Gelgar when he’s completely wreckedt lmao. One time Gelgar threw up on his shirt and Henning didn’t even flinch. He just took care of his drunk ass baby. -Everyone teased them but Henning didn’t really care at all. - They didn’t really start dating until a few weeks before the events of the god damned utgard castle. Gelgar kissed Henning in front of everyone they knew and instead of it being embarrassing they thought it was cute. -Henning cradles Gelgar when he gets injured. He comforts his wounded boyfriend and he’d sometimes stroke his boyfriend’s face and Gelgar wouldn’t do anything except lay there and listen to Henning hum or just talk.
Goggles × Moblit × Keiji -First thing is that you’d think they’d (Goggles and Keiji) be rough but they’re so gentle and loving towards Moblit. They give him small smooches here and there. -Moblit would have a lot of stress and Keiji and Goggles would be there to do whatever Moblit needed. One time he had an anxiety attack and Goggles and Keiji literally fought to have Moblit have a week off. They cried with him and laid him down and did all his work. -They tease him sometimes but they’re really interested and fascinated in his art. Sometimes Moblit draws flowers for them and they frame it. They are so proud. -They’re always touching in some way, either their legs are touching under a table or their elbows connect on top. Nifa laughs bc gay but little does she know how much they touch when she isn’t around *insert deg deg here* lmao. -Keiji and Goggles scold him for drinking so much. The amount he drinks went down when they got together because he had less stress. He still drinks and he’s responsible but they watch him everytime because MOBLIT UR LIVER BB STOP PLEASE
Eld × Auruo -Auruo told Eld he liked him then stomped away, blushing. Eld talked to him the day after AND guess tf what. It led to an argument. Auruo refused to say anymore than “I like you” and Eld was just fucking confused because he has no clue wtf Auruo is saying bc it was really late and now its really early and he has no idea wtf is going on and i s tgat jesus christ -Auruo just never talked about it until Eld finally understood what he was talking about. Eld brought it up and Auruo pulled him in for a kiss, which is what Eld was going to do. -They agreed on no PDA, they really just wanted a quiet, soft relationship. -Eld actually brought out the good in Auruo 💀. Auruo stopped wearing a cravat, he started to be nicer (slowly but surely), he gained a lot more respect from everyone too. Petra asked him what the deal was and that’s when he brought up his relationship. Petra was really supportive of that cute stuff 👌👌👌. -Auruo became more gentle and he did stupid couple things like give Eld more kisses, braid his hair and give him flowers and Eld loves it. They’re so soft and happy and they make eachother so happy. They’re in love dammit.
Nifa × Nanaba × Lynne -Alright so these three were talking at lunch and all of a sudden they looked at eachother and they felt a sudden sensation in their hearts “oh cheesesticks im in love” -One night Nanaba and Lynne busted into Nifas room and they all confessed and they fell asleep in eachothers arms -They felt pissed bc one of their gfs is in another squad and one day they just went with it and everything they did was made extra special bc of this. -They have a lot of yknowyknow just bc yknow. They aren’t necessarily public w their relationship. I mean they really only bring it up when other ppl mention it or smth. -Nanaba loves to play with both of her girlfriends hair. Lynne has cute braids with flowers and decorations and Nifa has wavy hair with gel and headbands.
Gunther x Petra -So one day Gunther just started hanging out with Petra more often. They got along pretty quick. I mean they did before but like now,,, they seem closer. -Petra subconsciously kissed Gunther on the forehead one day and Gunther blushed so hard he looked like his face was on fire. He brought it up and she immediately apologized and Gunther said “no its fine”. After a couple of moments they kiss. -They show a lot of PDA. Petra will kiss Gunther all over his face randomly and Gunther loves to hug and praise Petra. -Gunther has a lot of hickies all over his body and Petra likes to place them on places that other people can’t really see. Gunther likes that because its like their little secret. Another thing is that Gunther is taller than Petra by almost a foot and it can get a little weird in bed because they have to do it in weird positions in order to not squash eachother. They like to have their legs intertwine, though. Whatever makes them comfortable. -Another thing on sex; Petra likes it when Gunther traces her bare chest. *breathes in* shelikestofeelhistouchonsuchasensitivespot. AnoTHer thing bc why not is; Gunther prefers traditional sex and Petra likes to be teased, so Gunther does whatever to make Petra feel good. He likes what she likes.
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Puppet Strings
Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭
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Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader
Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.
Words: 3,810+
A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see.
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THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.
An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.
You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.
The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.
Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.
Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.
How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.
Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.
He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.
After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.
You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.
It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.
She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.
Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.
You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.
Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.
'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'
Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.
Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.
Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.
Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.
He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.
The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.
You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.
"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.
His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.
You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.
Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.
He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.
His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.
The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.
"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"
At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.
The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.
Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.
"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.
Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.
You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.
He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.
Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.
Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.
In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.
"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.
"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.
Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.
You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.
"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"
He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.
"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"
The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.
You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.
He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.
Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.
Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.
You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.
Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.
Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.
He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.
"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.
Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.
"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.
"---But, can you do me one more favor?"
"Anything, Miss Y/N."
Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.
You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.
"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"
He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"
His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.
"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"
"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.
Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.
"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"
He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.
"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"
"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"
You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.
"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"
"Anything for you, Miss."
There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.
Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.
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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 13.1)
THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.
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CHAPTER 13
WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST
Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader
Summary: Geralt could feel what you also feel and he was cursing the Djinn for making you both feel this way because it was a feeling that was certainly irresistible for one man to ever control. You were in heat, and it doesn’t seem to be such a good idea for the witcher to try and resist.
Warnings: This is just a filler chapter for the smut in the next chapter. Ahonhonhon! Kind of Jealous Geralt too? Lowkey? Hehehehe. A cute bard and Cirilla having the period-syndrome (I’m having it too rn and I’m thirsty for Geralt or any of Henry’s character. DAMN IT) I’ve given a name to the Djinn they’ve found because I’ve tried searching but found no name for every Djinn they find in the witcher? I think? Reader being so needy and in heat. (The animal type of heat for reasons..) Also, reader is...a virgin.
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A/N: You probably want to strangle me so hard right now, bb’s. I’m in the phase of a writer where I’m procrastinating stuff but not exactly a writer’s block. Just want to do things besides writing all day or I’m prolly just sleepy with no damn reason since last week. 😅😒
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"Well, you're in a greater bad mood right now, rat." Jaskier frankly stated, wiping his lute with a cloth.
The night was serene with your heart strings balled up in a yarn. Your emotions consisting of woe with a face as if you lost a shit ton of money. You sat together with Jaskier in the middle of the vast leigh, knees touching against each other as the bard quietly sat with you in silence.
A bright purple evenfall draws nigh along the sky, stars finally becoming visible as you admired how beautiful their skies were. Less pollution and more aesthetic, though a lot more eccentricity happening around more than earth.
You've exhaled one last sigh, mouth in a tight frown as you took notice of the moon that was in replete. A perfect shape of a circle as it shines bright.
"Is the witcher being an imbecile again?" the bard ceased his cleaning, giving you his sole attention as he watched your face contort in utmost upset. But, you chose to just let the sorrow go for a moment, admiring the stars and skies like it wasn't laughing back at you from how delusional you were for having strong feelings for the witcher, "Don't start, Jaskier."
"Your cantankerous attitude shown in your cherubic face tells me that you are gradually adapting Geralt's crabbiness because you accepted the position in being his lover---," Jaskier has managed to bluntly say, carefully placing his lute on the grass as he narrowed his eyes at you, "---Though, it does seem like a sacrifice, small rat. Your kindness shall be missed. I would like to see you try and let Geralt adapt to your naivity and sweetness. The vision is pretty hilarious, if you ask me!"
Your frown even grew tighter when he mentioned the word 'lover', shoulders falling from how dismayed you were from hearing it.
"I'm not his lover."
The bard couldn't help but raise a skeptical brow back at you, remembering what he saw last night. He knew he wasn't hallucinating nor daydreaming, "Oh, so kissing under the moonlight is considered as a friendly gesture in my era now? If so, then this means you wouldn't mind kissing me too!"
He puckered his lips, making smooching sounds as slowly tried to teasingly close the gap between you both as Jaskier pouted to act as if he was about to give you a kiss on the cheek when you've yelped and immediately had your palms over his mouth, gently pushing his face away from you, "Jaskier! What are you even---?!"
He comfortably sat back down and had his knee over his chest prior to the position he had now, which was in criss-cross as he playfully shrugged. His pretty baby blues looking at the darkening sky, "A shame. I've been told by countable lads and lasses that I do kiss like I take their breath away,"
You tutted at that, shaking your head from his teasing and tried to send a hostile sally, "You suck then. Do you want them dying because of lack of breath?"
Your animosity has been curved by the bard. He seemed like he was acting like he didn't hear you as he let his eyes flicker to you again; going on with his jests, "Thank you by the way. I've been sleeping much soundly since the couple of days and you seemed to be having such wonderful dreams every night,"
Bawdy indications were hinted in between Jaskier's words; making you give him a glare that obviously made him grin like he won the lottery; thinking that your previous rendezvous back in Geralt's room when he wasn't around had some provocative explanations.
He didn't know your symbol was hurting a lot more on those nights where Geralt wasn't around.
You brush off his ribald comment, "I didn't do it for you,"
"I thought you were actually asking for forgiveness by calling me a horse's arse minutes ago? You're knowing the blasphemy of our language but totally naive of every monsters and places we have here. It doesn't seem to be such a thing to be proud of,"
Jaskier continued his blathers without even letting you talk, freely letting you give him death glares because he seemed to be more mouthy as days go by. You turn a deaf ear to exhale an exasperated breath, "I'm taking it back. You're still annoying as heck," before unabashedly laying your head down on his lap.
His yakking has been brought to a halt when he'd felt your head fall on his lap, the bard suddenly uttering quizzical gibbers that you continued to ignore as you felt the bracing wind hit your body; appreciating the eventide in quietude.
"Alright, alright! I'm not complaining...Ughm," Jaskier cleared his throat, anxiously scratching his head as he tried his best not to look at you.
The fullness of the moon has been drawing you in again. In a tranquil night, it was as if the stars began to whisper sweet nothings, lately realizing that their soft whispers has actually been your wishes; albeit, you've broken them down together, your whims willing and having no desire for you to actually come back in earth.
With only one thing in your mind, it was to stay with Geralt and his family.
But, do you really mean it? If you would choose earth or their dimension, were you serious that you wanted to stay?
Though, for him; you weren't that sure if he also wanted the same thing. If Geralt wasn't around, you were probably already dead, have been sold by noblemen or eaten by their monsters.
But, the stars seemed to jump out of the sky when you've heard a loud thundercrack of a door that came from the inside of their house, snapping the bard quiet as the noise tugged you out of your happy place; a place that you hoped Geralt came with.
The night has went slower, time ticking a lot more deliberately when one person is probably upset with another. Especially, when the person you were upset with lived in the same house as you and even was the owner of the bed you sleep on.
You were beginning to feel rickety as seconds pass by while Jaskier tried worming out whatever he had asked to Cirilla whom was feeding Kolby with a basket full of obsolete bread.
"Tell me why the back door is now broken off its hinges?" he asked in incredulity, hands on his hips as he had seen the brown, wooden door hanging with all its life, trying hard not to fall.
Hence, as they continued their talk; you couldn't help but massage that aching part of your chest, the one where the symbol laid upon the valley of your breasts as you heavily breathed.
It was attacking again.
The weight and fiery phantom of fingers grasping your heart more severe rather than the nights you had it felt like a rabid monster wanted to come out of cage. Their cold weather suddenly all swelter; as if you were walking on burnt out coals with one person clouding your mind.
Geralt.
You needed him, wanted him and yearned for his presence.
Cirilla gave a blatant shrug of her shoulders; sounding completely phlegmatic as she answered, "I don't know, bard. I didn't scream if that will make you any less more worried,"
Jaskier had his eyebrows furrowed as he keenly pondered as to why their door was broken all of a sudden, "Has there been a beast?" his slim, calloused fingers moved restlessly; dwelling onto what has raided their own home. The bard looked anywhere, continuing to be in distress while Cirilla patted the Hirikka's head with utmost care as she watched him devour everything in the basket, "You mean, Geralt?" she gave Jaskier a once over before turning back to look at Kolby, thoroughly undisturbed that it was the witcher's doing, "---He went out for a second and then came back, breaking the door off its hinges. But, he promised to fix it,"
Jaskier's head veered to where she was crouched in the middle of the living room, his baby blue eyes full of concern as he opened his mouth to tell all his inquiries but was instantly shut closed when he'd seen you hunched in his peripheral vision, palms on your knees as you were breathing like you were being chased by another Alghoul.
The latter took heed of those sweat drops falling on the side of your face as you were heaving deep breaths. Your head was darkening in assailing images of those familiar amber eyes you've grown to be thoroughly fond of; longing to be consumed by those glowing golden aureate.
You've heard someone walking closer to where you stood, seeing Jaskier crouch to give you a scrutiny of his baby blues. Bright azures. You didn't yearn for that. All you wanted was golden. His golden and you couldn't help but whimper, your chest has giving you agony as if you were being pricked in the heart by small needles, "You're sweating like a rabid---rat, are you alright?"
Another deep inhale of your breath; you breathlessly muttered, "I am Jaskier---It's just---" nevertheless, those train of thoughts couldn't be completed by the excruciating pain that ignited a troubled mewl. You straightened your back, making Jaskier stand up as well to scan your face for any signs as to what was happening to you, but only had seen your face painfully contorted in a way that tells him you were in agony.
"It's hot. Too hot," pause. You swallowed the tight knot of confining sensations wanting to be let out, "---Abnormally hot. Hot in two different ways; like I wanna be impaled or something!"
At your most forthright honesty, your statement has made the bard blink rapidly from how blunt it sounded, being taken aback by how outspoken you suddenly become; a thorough change of your bashful self, "You're actually revealing lewd facts that should be kept to yourself. You are certainly not alright!"
You could feel yourself grow hotter, the heat being scorching and aching at the same time. Your legs began to weaken and you can't help but fold like a paper, squat down and the position was utmost impuissant; totally vulnerable with your palms on your ears as you tried to shut down the restless whispering that went on and on; ceaseless as you had no power over it.
Jaskier began to panic; his face brimful of dread, "----GERALT? WE HAVE A PROBLEM DOWN HERE!"
The soughing of breathless whispers were relentless, no matter how you tried to cover your ears; they just keep coming. It was incessant, never ending despite of how they were giving your chest a pain that seem to be unyielding as they went on and on.
Witcher. You wanted the witcher. You needed him, you longed for him.
"Stop saying the word witcher, Jaskier!" you abruptly scolded, sounding too jarring and ear-piercing; void of kindness as you could feel the aggravation going to your head with the additional non-stop rustle of voices. The bard eyed you skeptically as he added, finding your rebuke rather surprising and odd because he never said anything about it, "I wasn't even uttering a word!"
Warm, slender fingers fell on your shoulders; trying his best to comfort you while the witcher wasn't coming down from his chambers yet. Nevertheless, from the moment he'd touch you, the toubadour has received a harsh slap of his hand being pushed away.
"Jaskier!" you harshly spat, your nose scrunched from how discomforting you were feeling.
He was quick to haul his arms up in surrender, stepping a foot away as he looked at you in horror, "Alright---I'm not touching you then!"
Another strained bleat left your lips as you were now fully sat on the floor, holding your chest as you continued to heave, shaking your head from the perpetual torment that tries its best to scream blandishments that sounded abridged. Some were incomprehensible and other words sounded lucid.
Destiny has it's price. It sounded just like a rustle of the winds as the shushed voices continued its onslaught. Two souls, together as one. Bound for eternal rest or a life forever. Zephyr shall protect. You cannot outrun death.
Your whimpers started to gradually increase, mewling in the process when you've exhaled a sigh as the needles seem to turn bigger, "It hurts, I swear it really hurts!" you screeched, body feeling like you were dropped in hot, molten lava as you were hearing foot steps treading in haste, "Geralt's coming, don't worry, rat."
Kolby prowled to where you sat; eternal mewls never ceasing as sexual, pent-up aggression was starting to travel to your head, but you tried to fight them off. Though, it ignited more pain as you struggled. Cirilla suddenly snapped her head to where you were, a tight lipped frown etching her face as she jogged to where you sat.
"Is she okay?" the pretty child asked in worry, watching you battle with something they couldn't see nor feel. Jaskier raised a brow; looking sardonic as he acknowledged, "No, she certainly isn't, Princess Cirilla."
She gave him a lour as she snarled; her riposte sounding a lot like the witcher because of how harsh it sounded, "I'm not in the mood for your sarcastic nonsense, bard."
Jaskier was unfazed as he took her retort like it was nothing, "Ooooh, is this how period--is it called period---does to a lassie?"
They're retaliations had them unaware of Geralt's presence who came marching down the stairs with an unfathomable expression on his face; the trepidation never seen in his features as it was emotionless, never giving anybody the panic that Jaskier, Cirilla and Kolby has been feeling when you've suddenly began bawling your eyes out from the thumping pain.
The witcher hurriedly crouched before you, his glowing amber eyes thoroughly scanning your features if there was anything weird happening; but to his discontent, Geralt noticed none.
He felt everything. Your frustration, pent-up aggression; venereal desires or not, the twinge of scorching ache that can't be relieved due to constraints given from the latter himself when he'd chose jurisdiction over his carnal wishes that you also wished.
But, he'd been bull-headed for his reasons; Geralt was not bargained for the repercussions held because of having no permanent proof that you were also suffering every night.
Just like him. Hence, the both of you needed relief. Corporeal appetites released for the betterment of both.
"She's in heat," Geralt rasped, trying to hear what you've been begging for and he sensed that you were hearing voices that continues to assault you, paining your chest as you were unaware of his presence that loom before you.
"What? Oh, Geralt! Cease the utter balderdash!" Jaskier exclaimed, eyeing the witcher who squat down in front of you.
Geralt's amber eyes has been searching for yours, but you've never let him see as you continued your hushed begging. He had his chiseled jaw clenched so tight, every breath he takes was also giving his chest a potent congesting pain that he can somehow resist. His medallion was vibrating wildly, alarming him that there was magic surrounding him.
Therefore, he knew the pain wasn't just one to disregard because he knew your pain has explanations that is needed to foresee.
Was the Djinn still in there? Keeping you as a host?
No. Impossible. The witcher thought at the back of his head because there were times that his medallion doesn't vibrate whenever he's around you, it only happened now and back then when you were possessed.
It was impossible that the Djinn was keeping you as its master as well. You could die if that ever happened. The seal was gone and never found back in the swamps, meaning to say it was already gone; broke free from its confinement because you already had three of your wishes.
Jaskier couldn't help but notice how clean and fixed Geralt's hair was. Hence, he'd started to acknowledge the aesthetic difference he claimed, "Also, did you just braid your majestic chalky white hair all by yourself?! Or did you do it, Princess Cirilla?" he bargained, utterly stunned from Geralt and his hair being braided, dubiously eyeing the lion cub of Cintra.
But, she only gave a nonchalant negation, "No."
"Oh, the rat did! She did a great job at making you look so feminine tonight, Geralt!"
Geralt paid no heed to Jaskier's teasing compliments, wanting nothing but to roll his eyes but ceased to do so as your fingers began to shake, his mind now in a perturbed fret as his gaze shifted anywhere to see what was causing your whole situation because he sees nothing. A tight furrow of his eyebrows tightly creased his forehead, "---The Djinn has given her effects for whatever the symbol does to her, bard."
Jaskier crouched beside where Geralt is, receiving a truculent glare that made the bard move away for an inch because his bellicose aura was radiating off him too much, "Symbol? What symbol?"
"I'm not showing you her chest." he bluntly chided as a low growl vibrated through his chest, giving Jaskier a hostile look in his glowing peepers.
The toubadour did a double-take, his mouth turning into an offended 'O' as he held a palm on top of his chest as he gestured to your squatted form, "I wasn't even asking you if I could see her breasts!"
"Then, shut up and stop asking."
Jaskier huffed, sulking beside the witcher because of how he'd suddenly become such a grump.
You've muttered a soft mewl, tightly closing your ears with your palms as you suddenly talked out loud, "I need Geralt. Where's Geralt?!" it was the only name you could hear, echoing inside your head as the heat traveled through your veins, searing and extremely scorching all of a sudden.
Your heartbeat was loudly drumming out of your chest. Sweat dripping down your face as the pain and heat was starting to make you feel lightheaded, his scent crashing through your senses. Earthy, pinewood and a mix of mannishness.
Geralt.
"Don't touch me!" It felt like you were burning; but also finding some aid to the ache as it soothed your heated skin like ice to the fire. You've felt his thick, rough fingers fall on your shoulder, making you jerk back as you looked at him; completely mortified for a second, "I'm here, midget." before the witcher tightened his hold on you, those fingers clasping around your feeble arm as he gazed upon you in deep concern.
"It's alright. Calm down, it's me." Geralt gently hushed your frantic state, softly grabbing the side of your jaw to make you look at him.
When he did, your eyes were dark and dilated, filled with carnal.
"You're having a hot spell," he roughly forced the words out of him, heavily swallowing whatever you were feeling because he's also having the same problems, but chose to restrain himself; doing a better job than any most men would, "A--A literal spell?" you didn't catch his drift and feel yourself breathing deep, his scent soothing your nerves as it also does the same for him.
Geralt shook his head, his fingers strapped on the side of your neck making his hand feel the pleasuring jolt. You've felt his fingers slightly tremble as your eyes were beseeching, those dilated pupils of yours tormenting him, "No. You're in heat, midget." pause. he lowly growled in displeasure, amber eyes pooling in keen, "---which explains your cravings for touches and the need for coition,"
Your face scrunched in pain and a mixture of pent-up frustration, the voices inside your head slowly dying down as it was now drowning in the witcher's unique, baritone timbre of his that was making you feel giddy before a jolt of pain rose up your chest again, "What am I---an animal?! Geralt, make it stop!"
Jaskier and Cirilla listened in silence. However, the bard fidgeted with the hem of his tunic; his mindless frets seeming to come up with such suggestions that will make everyone's mind boggle.
He raised a hand, not before taking a good look at you who had eyes pure of anguish and need which now focused at Geralt before he'd loudly cleared his throat, turning his head to see the witcher in distress from what other methods he could think of other than the impaling, "I have a proposal and an utterly brilliant idea to make the pain stop!"
Cirilla hushedly snorted, "His ideas are always nonsense. Don't listen to him, Geralt."
Jaskier placed his hands on his hips, pointing a finger at the princess, mouth opening before he was immediately ceased by Geralt himself.
"The princess is right, bard."
The sonneeter noted his lukewarm response, sounding like he actually opposes what Cirilla has reprimanded because all Geralt ever wanted and what clouds his mind is having his way with you, "---Give the small rat what she wants, Witcher. What if the pain carries on as nights go by? Give her the rumpy pumpy since that is always the answer to why an animal is in heat. It wants coitus, or if you've become one soft, romantic witcher; then I suggest to use the word, 'make love'." he emphasized, quoting the word 'make love' with both hands, his middle finger and index one folding as he said the last word with ardor.
Geralt was quick to scowl at that, exhaling an exasperated breath out of his nose as he hummed in protest; giving the bard his meanest glare, "You're saying she's an animal. You want me to take advantage of it?"
"No?" Jaskier quickly shook his head, groaning out; palms faintly hitting his forehead as he tried to act as if he was slapping it from Geralt's unreasonable assumptions. He continued, languidly blinking back at the frowning witcher, "---I didn't even say you would take advantage of the idea, you nincompoop! Then, do you want me to mate with her?"
It took him a second before he'd seen the latter started giving blazing daggers that had fire in it, his words seething as Geralt gruffly barked, "Absolutely not, bard!"
His glowing, amber eyes were boring holes at Jaskier before he lowly rumbled; more so to himself, trying to convince himself that there was another way.
He was dithering the idea of having you; not because he didn't find you pleasant, fetching, alluring or beautiful. Geralt found you in many types of wonderful adjectives he could tell, though mostly was kept inside his mind. The idea of having you, only to himself; ravishing you in ways that he ought to please kept him faltering because of one thing in his mind.
Vulnerability.
The witcher was thoroughly cautious of vulnerability because whenever it happens; once the walls have been broken down, there was always hindrance coming in his way and with the person he'd promised were important, or a person he loved because he knew that once he has you, Geralt was done for no matter how unstable he was.
You'll be seeing things you've never seen nor felt from him as he does the same way.
Especially, that you never came from their dimension and that the feelings he had for you was too strong to even control. But, the voices at the back of his mind was pulling him away from even pouring those emotions down because firstly, he didn't know how to show and second, there was a huge chance that you would also leave.
What if you leave? a person he'd treasured so much begins to leave him again?
Geralt mindlessly gritted his teeth together as he grumbled and grouched, avoiding the bard's eyes as he watched you shakily grab onto his palms that tenderly rested on the side of your face; leaning onto his touch as you looked at him; utterly lovestruck, "We'll find another way," pause. "---There has to be."
Though, it seems like the bard hasn't heard his beseeching and continued with his witful suggestions, "The only way is to impale her to cease the sufferings that the spell has cast upon her by the Djinn," Jaskier promptly stood up on his feet, his anxiety making him blurt out mindless blabbers he could ever think of, "---There is nothing to lose on this one, Geralt. Especially that you're...no offense---"
Geralt cut him off in haste, surly spitting out his words, "There is, Jaskier. Her purity."
Jaskier pointed back at the witcher, completely looking taken aback as he opened his mouth like he was stunned, "Oh." was the only thing he managed to say for the first few seconds before he quietly muttered, "OooooOh. She's a?"
The Ivory haired man gave a brief nod, "Untouched." he frankly informed as Cirilla quietly listened in the background with Kolby howling loudly in the middle of the night like a wolf in disguise, "---Oh! This is an unorthodox for the series of women that you have had, Geralt! Also, she's a rare one indeed!"
Jaskier couldn't help but feel dumbstruck from his suggestions, shamefully scratching the back of his nape as he has given the whole responsibility to Geralt because he could never help. He always never does because of some sorts that he couldn't explain, probably because he wasn't taught with these magical phenomena that Geralt expertly knows.
When the witcher has given you his attention, you've abruptly attacked him in a bear hug, arms tightly wrapped around his thick neck that you wanted to softly pepper kisses. As you were caging him in your arms, his delicious scent wafted through your nose, welcoming how it was indeed mouthwatering for your blazing appetite or carnal greed.
"I want to have you, Geralt. I--I need to have you! These thoughts inside my head...It needs you, I--I need you," you begged, softly pleading like there wasn't anyone around you; not noticing Cirilla, Kolby nor Jaskier as there was only one person in your mind. Geralt of Rivia. Your Geralt. Your witcher. The only person who gives you fluttering butterflies and wild ants inside your stomach and chest.
You've tucked your face in between your arm and his braided hair, breathing the back of his ear like a wild woman as Geralt stood still and heard your whimpers that went straight to his stronghold, his will in finding another method to help suddenly wavering from how soft and provocative it sounded that clouded his mind.
He turned relaxed in your arms, accepting the bear hug and probably loving how close you both were together after hours of not talking to each other. You've felt his calloused palm caress your clothed back, soothing your pained mewls that came after your sensual whimpers as it was unstable. Geralt gently unlatched your arms that surrounds him, his golden peepers meeting your baffled ones before he had no problem in scooping you up in his arms, like newly wed couples.
"We'll think of other ways, midget. Come. Let's help you with the heat,"
Cliffhanger before the smut? I’M SORRY, BB’S. LOVE MEEEE STILLLLLL!
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