#no idea why it's been hanging out in my drafts for so long

[karajaynetoday]

listen to your heart, when he's calling for you | jack hughes

author's note: why did it take me over a year to continue writing this? we'll never know. hopefully it lives up to your hopes and dreams y'all. no one proofread this for me so soz for any typos!

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: a lil bit of angst, a lil bit of making out, a lil bit of smut, nothing too graphic though. don't read unless you're 18+, etc etc.

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(This is a fem reader insert)

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You were about to pull away, when you felt Jack cup your face with both hands, before leaning in to kiss you. 

The kiss was soft, gentle, and slightly salty from the tears rolling down your face. It felt like bolts of electricity were shooting through your body from the sensation of Jack’s lips on yours, and his hands on your face. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, but then the emotional rollercoaster kicked back in and the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbled away in the pit of your stomach. Out of instinct, you tensed up, and Jack pulled away to look at you with concern. You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t muster up any words. 

“Sshh, come here.” Jack pulled you in again, this time pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back. 

“I just…” You took a deep, shuddering breath, and rested your hands on Jack’s chest, avoiding his gaze. 

“You’re scared. Scared that if we go down that path, things will change. We won’t be the same us any more. I’m scared too, sugar.” Jack began, ducking down to look into your eyes, hands continuing gentle rubs on your back as he spoke. 

“But I don’t want you to think that me being scared is because you’re not enough. Fuck, you’re more than enough. You always have been. I know I’ve never really said it before, because I never knew what you’d say.” Jack paused and took a deep breath. 

You were fidgeting with the strings of Jack’s hoodie while you studied his face, and you could tell he was choosing his words carefully. 

“I also never wanted you to feel like… like you had to make sacrifices to be with me. I see what some of the guys go through with their girlfriends and I just don’t know that we would…” Jack trailed off, rolling his lips between his teeth.

“You weren’t sure that we’d make it. And then we would’ve thrown away a lifelong friendship for a summer romance, or something like that, right?” You spoke softly, and Jack nodded, resting his hands in the small of your back.

“And then you think about the logistics, right? The long distance stuff, that gets messy. And you get guilty for even considering the idea, because one of us would have to make sacrifices for the other, most likely me sacrificing something for you, and I know that that bothers you, J, because you’re the one who always wished that I had my own success.” You swallowed hard before continuing.

“But I don’t think we can let the fear take over and make us miss this. I’ve spent my whole life being scared of this conversation, and years being upset at myself for never having the guts to bring it up. Quinn always said I should shoot my shot, but whenever I’d finally build up the courage, you’d call and tell me about a date you’d been on.” Jack raised his eyebrows at that, and you mirrored his expression.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Quinn’s also been telling me to shoot my shot. For years. Like, since before I was drafted. He tells me the same story about soulmates and how good we’d be together and how everyone knew it. How our mothers used to talk about it when we were kids.” Jack smiled, and you couldn’t help but lean in and brush your lips against his again, briefly. 

“Sugar, I want this. I want you. I want us. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to uproot your entire life to make this work.” 

You could feel the weight of Jack’s words hanging in the air of the living room. 

“We don’t have to plan out the rest of our lives, J. We can just take it as it comes.” You try to reason gently. “It won’t be all sunshine and rainbows. But our friendship isn’t either, so why would we expect it to be suddenly different just because we’re dating?” You were trying your best to sound logical, even though your heart was racing. 

There were a million ways this conversation had played out in your head, and you couldn’t get enough of a read on Jack right now to figure out which way it was going. 

“Hypothetically, if we were dating, what would that look like?” Jack asked, cautiously, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Hypothetically, it would be long distance for the next month or so. I could manage to get to Michigan for most of the summer - ” You paused as Jack’s eyes lit up at the mention of Michigan and summertime. “And after that, I’ll be applying to grad school. Ideally, somewhere on the east coast, like New York City… which was my plan all along, regardless of this current hypothetical scenario and the recent developments of the last ten minutes, before you ask.” Jack poked his fingers into your side teasingly, and rolled his eyes back at your this time.

“What do you want to study? Economics?” Again with the teasing tone, you could tell that Jack was nervous and trying to lighten the mood. 

“I think economists the world over will be glad if I never study it again after this awful semester. NYU has a graduate program for government and non-profits, like public policy development and advocacy and things like that. I want to help people, I guess, and that seemed like a good way to do it… and it’s also like a half hour commute from here, which is a bonus. I knew that if I was going to leave Toronto, it had to be a calculated risk. I had to go somewhere where I knew people, where I had a safety net… and I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer than I do than with you, J. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. It’s always been true.” 

There was a pause once you finished speaking. A heavy silence. One that made you question whether you’d said too much, been too honest. Jack’s hands shifted from your waist and found your hands instead, gripping tightly as he stepped backwards and led you towards the couch where the conversation had first begun.

“Sugar, I’d do anything to have you closer. But the reality is that I’m not here a lot of the time, and I don’t want you to go through all of that without any sort of… I don’t know, balance between us with everything. It’s not you if you change everything for me.” 

“The location change, sure. But the NYU course is something I’ve been wanting for over a year. And being… being with you is something I’ve always wanted. So it’s worth it, to me. But if you’re not sure then I guess.. I guess we can just pretend this conversation never happened.” 

You could feel yourself starting to close up because of Jack’s hesitation. The warmth that had bloomed in your chest when Jack kissed you was fading fast. You went to stand up from the couch so you could pace the room again, or potentially make an escape out of the front door, but Jack’s hand was wrapped around your wrist and tugging you back to the couch before you could make a move. 

“No more pretending. Please, god, no more fucking pretending. I’ve spent too many years pretending that I wanted something other than you, other than us.” You could finally see the honesty in Jack’s eyes, and it restarted the warmth in your chest. 

“No more pretending.” You agreed, quietly. 

Jack ran a hand through his hair, and leaned back on the couch. You took the opportunity to maneuver yourself into Jack’s lap, albeit slightly awkwardly. Jack leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, and his hands found comfort on your hips. 

“No more pretending, sugar. Please.” Jack was whispering, almost pleading with you. You laced your hands around Jack’s neck, and breathed deeply. The warmth in your chest was almost too much to bear, so you pressed your lips against Jack’s. The kiss started out like the first, softly, gently, but quickly became more urgent and heated. You instinctively rolled your hips against Jack’s lap and he groaned into your mouth, fingers digging into your sides. Everything was warm, and electric, and happening so fast, and oh god you’d always dreamed of this. 

But even though you’d dreamed of it, when Jack’s hands slipped under the hem of your hoodie, you shivered with the slightest hesitation. He pulled back then, for the first time, and kissed your cheek instead of your lips for a moment. 

“We don’t have to rush, sugar. We’ve got time.”  

You laughed, because it felt like you’d waited a lifetime for this moment, but it also felt like it was going to last forever.

You spent the rest of the day entangled with Jack on the couch, episodes of Gilmore Girls rolling through on the TV screen, while you stole kisses from each other and traced gentle shapes into each other’s limbs. Hours must have passed, because Luke eventually trudged back into the apartment with takeout pizza and a knowing smile on his face. 

You made it another good hour, mostly of quizzing Luke about that girl that wanted to know his sun, moon and rising and getting a laugh out of watching him squirm, before you felt your eyelids starting to get heavy. Luke busied himself cleaning up the pizza boxes and plates, while Jack murmured to you about it being time for bed. You made a half-hearted comment about being happy to sleep on the couch that got a snort from Luke and a half-smile from Jack.

“If anything, sugar, I’ll take the couch. You get the bed.” Jack murmured, standing up and pulling you up from the couch. Luke opened his mouth to say something and quickly closed it again when Jack shot him a look. 

You made your way down the hall, Jack wrangling your bags behind you, and pushed open his bedroom door. 

“Is it okay if I shower? I promise it won’t be long.” You asked, slowly taking in the room around you. The sheets looked surprisingly clean. There were also several scented candles around the place. You couldn’t help but momentarily consider how many other girls had stepped into this exact scenario in Jack’s bedroom, but you closed your eyes and tried to shake the feeling.

“Go for it, sug. There’s towels in the cupboard under the sink.”

The hot water of the shower was incredibly relieving, and you found yourself taking steadying breaths in the steam. The emotional rollercoaster of the past 12 hours was starting to catch up with you, but you just had to keep reminding yourself that everything was going to be okay. 

When you emerged from the shower, you pulled on your loose pyjama shorts and long sleeve top and quickly did some skincare before taking a moment to consider your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips seemed slightly darker than usual. Your hair was disheveled in its bun that had half fallen out, and you shook it out and made an attempt to make it somewhat presentable. You had to take a few more calming breaths before gathering the confidence to step out of the bathroom and back into Jack’s bedroom. 

Jack was sitting up on the bed, wearing an old Devils t-shirt and some shorts, scrolling on his phone. You felt his gaze shift towards you as you shuffled around the room, digging around in your bag for a phone charger and a few other bits and pieces. 

Jack cleared his throat, and you turned around to face him. 

“I was serious about the couch thing, by the way.” He sounded sincere.

“And so was I, dipshit. Should we flip a coin?” You deadpanned, knowing how precious Jack was about sleep and that he often took his own pillow on roadies for extra comfort. 

“Or…” You took a step towards Jack, who shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, which gave you the perfect opportunity to nestle yourself in between his legs. Jack didn’t spare a moment before slinging his hands loosely around your waist and pulling you in close. 

“Or?” Jack teased, a glint in his eye. 

“Or we both stay in here. May as well save on your heating bill by combining body heat, you know.” You bit your lip, suddenly nervous again from the way Jack was looking at you. 

Jack simply nodded and leaned in to quickly brush his lips against yours, murmuring something about needing to grab something from the kitchen. You stole another kiss before Jack got up, and busied yourself with getting ready for bed while he left. 

Jack soon returned with your emotional support water bottle refilled with ice water for your bedside table, (“Because you might get thirsty, and I don’t want you stumbling around in the dark, sugar.”) and flipped off the lights before joining you under the covers. In the darkness, you felt the tiredness starting to take over, and you mumbled an apology to Jack about being too tired for anything which was interrupted by a yawn. Jack merely smiled and pulled you into his side, tracing his fingers through your hair and the back of your neck. The gentle touches quickly lulled you into sleep. 

When you woke up, it wasn’t morning. Your mouth felt dry, and you checked the time on your phone when you reached over for your water bottle. 3:37am, apparently. You had been sleeping on your side, and Jack had nestled in behind you at some stage of the night. You tried your best not to move too much, but Jack stirred in his sleep as you attempted to place your water bottle back on the bedside table without making too much noise. 

“Sugar?” He mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Sshhh,” you whispered, softly touching Jack’s hair. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine.”

“Not fine if you’re awake. Need to go to sleep. It’s too early for up and waking.” Jack was barely awake, and not making too much sense. 

You snuggled back down under the covers, unintentionally (or perhaps maybe a little intentionally) entangling your body against Jack’s as you tried to get comfortable. Jack didn’t seem to mind, his hand resting gently on your hip bone. A devilish thought flashed through your mind, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips backwards against Jack. You felt his hand tighten on your hip, but he didn’t say anything. You waited a beat before trying it again, and Jack muttered some curse words under his breath.

“Sugar.” Jack’s voice was deeper than usual, heavy with sleep.

“Mmm?” You murmured back, giving another slight rotation of your hips. 

“Can I help you?” You turned your head slightly and was met with a bemused expression on Jack’s face, eyebrows raised at you.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You challenged, your own eyebrows raised. 

“Depends. You might need to tell me what you want, sugar.” 

In response, you leaned in and kissed Jack suddenly and desperately, rotating yourself around so your chest was pressed against his. Jack was quick to maneuver himself on top of you, planting his elbows on either side of your head; he broke away from the kiss to look into your eyes. 

“Words, sugar. Use your words. Tell me what you want.”  Jack whispered, dipping his head down to leave a trail of kisses on your neck which made you gasp. 

“You, Jack. I want you. All of you.” You managed to splutter, pulling Jack’s face back up to you so he could kiss you again. 

There was a flurry of movement and touches as you both managed to rid each other of clothes under the covers. Shirts were pulled over heads, and pyjama shorts were pushed off, and it was all so messy and rushed and wild but it felt so right. There was a brief interlude where Jack rummaged through his bedside table for a condom and rolled it on. When Jack hovered over you, he paused, to make sure you’re okay, and to check that you really want to keep going. You nod in earnest, managing to utter a breathless please, and Jack’s eyes never leave yours as he slides into you and you clutch at his shoulders with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and content. You felt him murmur that he loves you against your lips, and without hesitation you say it back. Because you do love him, and you always have, and sometimes you just need to say it out loud to truly feel it.

You tried to be quiet, as you remembered with a grimace that Luke is sleeping mere metres away from you down the hall, but Jack coaxed moans out of you over and over again. You hold Jack close as his hips rutted against yours, chasing his lips for a kiss and having Jack moaning into your mouth as he finished deep inside you. You stayed like that for a moment, Jack on top of you, your hands mindlessly stroking the nape of his neck as he pressed gentle kisses against your collarbone. Jack eventually rolled off you and disposed of the condom, before returning and pulling you back against him under the covers, legs tangled up between each other and feeling safe and secure in Jack’s embrace. 

No more hypotheticals. No more pretending. No more feeling like you weren’t enough for each other. Because you were enough, and you always had been. Tonight was the start of the rest of forever. Or so you thought… 

[alisonwritesimagines]

Picture Perfect ~Batmom Imagine~

Summary: Damien wants to take the perfect photo for you.

Author’s Note: Posting this from my drafts because it is time for it to come out of hiding.

BatFam Masterlist

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none, fluff

Do not repost this anywhere!

"Dick, sweetie. Please go tell Damian that he's going to be late for school. He's been upstairs for a while," you tell your oldest son as you tried to feed Martha.

"On it!"

Dick found Damian standing in front of the bathroom mirror, combing his hair to his idea of perfection.

"Damian. Mom said you're going to run late for school," Dick tells him.

“I wanna look good for picture day for Ummi,” Damien tells Dick.

“You know mom will love your pictures no matter what.”

“I know that but I want this to be extra special. After she had Martha, she’s been busy,” Damien explains.

“You know mom loves us no matter what. Sure she may be busy with Martha but that’s because Martha’s a newborn. She needs the attention at the moment. But you know mom will give you attention again soon.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Just make sure you’re in the car in ten minutes,” Dick told Damien.

“Of course.”

“You look so handsome, Damien!” You tell your son as he rushed down to the kitchen. “Cassandra, honey. Your ballet is divine but please be careful.”

“Sorry mom.”

“Have a good day at school, Damien! I look forward to seeing your pictures when we get them!” You smile sweetly at him.

“It’ll be the best you’ll have,” Damien tells you as he rushed out of the house with a bagel.

The moment Damien stepped into the school, he felt victorious. He succeeded in going into school without messing up his hair. That was until a student tripped and spilled their water bottle onto Damien.

——

His picture was anything but perfect. Damien handed you the framed photo before looking down in shame.

“Aw. I love it!” You chirped happily as you hugged Damien.

“You do?” Damien asked, looking up at you surprised.

“Trust me Damien. I have at least one awkward photo of all my children and you have added to my collection,” you say as you kissed his head.

“You really like it?” Damien asked you.

“If you want to do a redo picture, that’s fine with me. But I will be keeping this one no matter what,” you tell him.

“So when Martha has an awkward photo…”

“I’ll keep that one too. As long as I continue to have photos of my children, I’ll love them all.”

“I’ll do something even more special for you to make up for this!” Damien promised.

“And I look forward to it. But for now, let’s go ahead and hang this up,” you tell Damien as you put it with your other children’s pictures on your wall. You admired the photo before looking back at Damien.

“As long as I have pictures of you all, I don't mind how they look," you tell him.

---

“Come on. What’s taking so long?” Tim asked as he walked into Martha’s room.

“Martha doesn’t want to wear the bow!” Stephanie tells him.

“Come on Martha. Put on the pretty bow. Please,” Tim asked. Martha stared up at her older brother as she shook her head.

“What’s going on?” Damien asked as he walked into the room.

“Martha doesn’t want to put on the bow,” Tim said.

“Let me try. Come here Martha. Let’s put on the bow,” Damien said as he put the headband on his little sister. Martha smiled up at her older brother before reaching up for him to hold her.

“Why does she like you more?” Stephanie asked.

“Because I spend more time with her. Now let’s hurry. Mom and dad will be home soon and I want this photo to be perfect."

Your birthday was always celebrated lavishly. Bruce would fly in your closest family and friends for a dinner and anything else you wanted to do. So Damien thought this would be the perfect time to make up that horrible picture he took for picture day. As well for his siblings to also make up their own awkward school photos.

“Thank you Bruce for throwing me my birthday party. And thank you all for coming and celebrating with us,” you say out loud to everyone at your party.

“We would actually like to surprise our mom with a present gifted to her by her children,” Dick announced after you. You and Bruce looked at them as the kids brought in a wrapped gift.

“From us to you Ma. Happy birthday,” Jason said. You opened up the gift to see a framed photo of all the kids dressed in suits and dresses with a smile on their faces. You teared up as you stared at the photo.

“I love it!” You say.

“Now you can have all of us in one picture,” Damien said.

“I love it. Thank you sweetie,” you tell him as you kiss his head.

“We also took some individual photos to make up for our awkward school pictures,” Tim mentioned as he handed you another present.

“Thank you. I love it so much,” you say as you cried from happy tears.

Bonus:

“Come on you guys! Damien promised me we’d go to the arcade after this,” Martha said as she dragged two of her older siblings into the room.

“Sorry! Traffic was bad,” Tim said as he stood in between Jason and Damien.

“Remember how Martha didn’t want to put in her bow until Damien asked nicely?” Stephanie asked Tim.

“Those were the good ol days,” Tim sighed.

“Alrighty! Ready?” Cassandra asked.

“Perfect! Okay kids. Smile right over here,” the photographer said before taking the picture of the batkids.

It had been a tradition for the kids to take a picture all together every year for your birthday present. It was to show how each of them have grown over the years. No matter what was going on, each batkid had agreed to meet up one day a year with no excuses to take the photo for you.

"I think this is our best one yet," Damien said as he looked at the photos.

"Aright, see you all next year," Jason joked as he walked out.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Martha told Damien.

"Okay. Okay."

[florestalio]

FEELING FRISKY — m.jh

you had always found your best friend attractive, who wouldn't? but perhaps, him being so close to you when you were ovulating... wasn't the best idea. after all, a harmless crush can lead to being dangerously close to toeing the line of friendship.

GENRE— porn with little plot, friends to ???

WARNINGS— unprotected sex (don't!), reader is extremely horny, reader is so down bad for jaehyun it's almost embarrassing, reader isn't as subtle as she thinks, jaehyun is a cocky little shit, fingering, mirror sex (?), pussy slapping, cum eating, missionary, bondage, let me know if i missed any!

WORDCOUNT— 3.6k

NOTE— this was written when the pictures of jaehyun sucking on a lollipop with a bandaid on his cheek dropped. yes, this is extremely self indulgent. also, this was originally going to be named "feeling 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂" but I changed my mind cuz... yea, i think it's self explanatory. enha ver here!

P.S— this had been rotting in my drafts for so fucking long, it's embarassing.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A SOFT GROAN FELL FROM JAEHYUN’S LIPS, as you continued to read your book, despite him being literally two feet away from you — that too on the same bed. What could that stupid book possibly contain, that you were completely ignoring his presence?

He groaned again. “Can you please put that damn book aside and pay attention to me instead? We were supposed to hang out, not be busy reading stupid books–”

You rolled your eyes. “We weren’t ‘supposed’ to do anything. You came to my apartment of your own accord, went straight to my bedroom, and plopped down on my bed, expecting me to entertain you — it’s not my fault that you can’t find the entertainment you wanted from me.”

Yes, maybe you were being a little harsh. But then again, he deserved it. You were ovulating — really bad at that — and were peacefully watching certain… videos on twitter, when he suddenly rang the bell to your apartment. Of course you were gonna be mad at him. Guaranteed, he had no idea. But that can’t stop you from being petty, can it? Not to mention that the book you were reading was one of the best smut books ever, so you had at least had something to distract yourself from the current dilemma with — but he was hellbent on trying to get you to ditch that as well, just to make you pay attention to him.

Distract yourself from what, exactly? Why, it’s your best friend, of course.

You had always found him attractive, who wouldn’t? But now that you were ovulating… the images in your head starring him were… unholy in the least.

You needed the distraction. Everyone knows that a girl ovulating, while being in the presence of a guy who she is even slightly attracted to, can be very, very dangerous. Especially if said guy is a good friend. Toeing the line of friendship is never a good idea, especially with Jaehyun. You weren't willing to lose him forever, just to satisfy your temporary needs… even if he was making it really difficult for you to not pounce on him.

You never thought a band aid on someone's cheek could be that attractive, combined with his all black outfit and the lollipop in his mouth. The way he kept swirling his tongue over the candy? God, you were definitely going to hell from the thoughts you were having about him.

A scoff from your best friend snapped you out of your daydreams. “Okay, maybe I came uninvited. But isn't it common courtesy for you to not blatantly ignore someone right in front of you? Or is that book of yours so engaging that you forgot basic etiquettes?”

Oh, how you wished to yell at him and say that yes, the book really was that engaging. How you wished to recreate the absolutely mouth-watering smut scenes in the book with him–

Okay, you really needed to get a grip over yourself.

You cleared your throat. “Fine, I'll keep the book down, but I don't know how to entertain you.” True to your word, you kept the book down, the uncomfortable heat that had been long since pooling into your lower stomach, not fading in the slightest. In fact, the more you looked at him, the more the heat intensified.

He rolled his eyes, speaking in an irritated voice. “It’s not like you aren't enjoying yourself right now, is it?”

You couldn't understand if it was because you were ovulating, or if he was doing it purposely — but something about the tone of his voice was so fucking hot — you could feel even more heat starting to pool into your lower stomach, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. You spoke in a slightly shaky voice. “W-What is that supposed to mean?–”

Jaehyun took the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud ‘pop’, before speaking with an accusatory tone. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

…There was absolutely no way you were growing wetter at his tone. Since when did he sound so… hot while accusing you? And why were you enjoying it?

You didn’t even know what he was accusing you of. All you could concentrate on was his slight smirk and the cocky gleam in his eye. You couldn’t tell why he was looking at you the way he was, but you knew he was up to no good.

But even when you predicted that, his next few words still managed to make your blood run cold. “Stop pretending like I can't see you rubbing your cute thighs together. I'm not blind, you know.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him with eyes that were wide open in horror. He noticed?! God, so now he thinks you're a pervert — which, given your behavior, wouldn't be wrong — but still–

You didn't know how you still had the audacity to play dumb, but you did. “I-I don't know what you're talking about–”

You were cut off with a loud scoff from him. He gave you an incredulous look, speaking in a condescending tone, paired with sheer disbelief, letting you know that he didn't buy your bullshit. “You don't know what I'm talking about?”

You gulped, your thighs unintentionally pressing together even harder to prevent a fresh wave of slick from trickling down your hole. “N-no?–”

He let out a disappointed sigh, which seemed to be more of a mocking gesture than a genuine reaction of disappointment. “So you aren't going to admit it on your own. That's okay, I can always make you admit it.”

Without a warning, he wrapped a hand around your ankle, yanking you towards him. You screamed out loud from utter shock. Before you could say anything, he pulled you up, wrapping a hand around your waist so that you were pressed flush to his chest. He spread his legs, settling you in between them, before turning you, pressing your back to his chest. Jaehyun grabbed your chin, pulling it up, so that your eyes stared right into your own in the mirror on the far end of your room.

Your eyes trailed to his own in the mirror, shocked to see his expression. His eyes had darkened, slightly hooded eyes staring straight into your soul. You had never seen your best friend like that, but today… safe to say your thighs clenched again, your panties surely drenched by now.

You gulped, noticing a slight smirk on his face. He brought his lips closer to your ear, whispering softly. “Tell me princess, are you still not going to admit it?”

His tone sent chills down on your spine. You wanted to admit it so bad, wanted to let him know exactly how you needed him to rail you within an inch of your life — but then again, you wanted to find out what he would do if you didn’t give into his demands. What you guys were doing had already crossed all lines of friendship, it didn’t matter now if you guys went all the way anyways.

So you proceeded to lie. Again. “I- I seriously don’t know what you’re talking a-about–”

He let out a disappointed sigh, — which sounded really condescending instead — before speaking again. “So you really have no idea, hm? You’re telling me you aren’t wet right now? Hm?”

Your breath hitched. Fuck, this was really happening. “I- I’m not–”

You were cut off with a loud gasp, when he suddenly pressed two fingers right over your clothed cunt, the nearly drenched fabric soaking up more of your wetness. You couldn’t help yourself, letting out a choked moan, when he pressed them in even harder, effectively pushing the fabric deeper inside your puffy lips, even more slick dripping down out of you.

Your best friend — could you even call him that anymore? — bit down on the lobe of your ear, before speaking again. “Nasty little slut, aren’t you? Soaking up your panties right in front of me, and yet you have the gall to lie to my face? Acting all innocent too… was this what you actually wanted? For me to force an answer out of you? Fuck, look at the way you’re clenching around my fingers, and they aren’t even inside you yet — we’re gonna have so much fun together princess…”

His last few words turned you on even more, — if that was even possible — falling out of his lips like a dark promise, a promise that he intended to keep. You still needed to answer him, so you did — only this time, all hesitation, all the ‘acting dumb’ was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, lust. “I’m s-sorry please — please, fuck me Jae–”

You couldn’t even complete your sentence, before he pulled his hand off your pants, opting to push the waistband of your shorts down instead. You didn’t even realize that you were lifting up your hips for him to shove them down your legs, your underwear following suit — only, instead of throwing it far away randomly in the room, he brought them to his nose, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep inhale.

His action caused your jaw to hang open in pure shock, eyes as wide as saucers — you were so unbelievably horny, all you wanted was to push him down to lie down on your bed, and ride him till the two of you were spent beyond salvation — but you knew he wouldn’t let you do that. He always liked to be assertive, which you were fine with — although right now you were growing impatient. You needed him, did he not understand that? You needed him so fucking bad, you would let him take you raw, breed the fuck out of you, fuck a baby into you–

At this point you didn’t even know if these were your own thoughts, or your ovulation fucking with your head. Either way, you were filled with the thought of him, your mind chanting ‘Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun’ like a mantra, imprinting his name into the walls of your brain — which was funny, because he hadn’t even done anything to you yet — properly, that is.

Speaking of, you just noticed him stuffing your soaked panties into his pocket, his hand coming to grip your chin again. He raised it to make you look into the mirror. You made eye contact with him in it, gulping at the look in his eyes. It was purely predatory, lust swimming in his irises like an insatiable hunger.

If you had any doubts about him not wanting you as much as you wanted him, your doubts were certainly all cleared now.

His hand left your chin, coming down to your impossibly wet cunt instead. He slid a finger over your slit, rubbing it up and down, collecting your abundant amount of slick on it. He watched in the mirror, completely fucking mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little pussy fluttering around his finger. He decided to use another finger, using both of his digits to part your folds, watching even more slick dripping out of your needy cunt. It was truly a sight, causing his bulge to strain against your back, a loud moan escaping you at the feeling. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him playing with you so lewdly — it was like a scene straight out of your dirtiest fantasies, one that you never imagined would actually happen in reality — but fuck, you were definitely not complaining.

You suddenly gasped out loud, your head jerking up, staring directly into his eyes in the mirror. Your eyes were wide open in shock, from the impact of his slap on your impossibly wet pussy. Your breathing had fastened, staring at him in pure shock. He scoffed at your expression, glaring at you through the mirror. “What? Surprised? If you want me to continue, you better not remove your gaze — you’re going to watch as I make you fall apart on my fingers. If you avoid eye contact even once, I’m going to edge you the entire day — yes, the entire day. I’m not kidding in the slightest, princess, so you better keep those pretty eyes of yours peeled open if you want to cum at all.”

You swallowed thickly. This, this was what you needed. He was what you needed, he was all you needed. His tone, his words, everything was so fucking hot — you craved everything he could offer, and more.

But, in order to get a little bit of literally anything he had to offer, you needed to obey him. So you decided to comply, not removing your gaze even once from the mirror.

He plunged his fingers inside you without a warning, fucking them into you at a rough pace, drawing out loud squelching noises from your pussy. You let out the loudest moans and whimpers known to mankind at his rough pace, whining slightly, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. You arched your back to the best of your ability, letting out a loud whimper, when the calloused pads of his fingers rubbed oh-so-deliciously against your walls. Your breath hitched as he rubbed that spot on your walls, his other hand holding you down tightly to stop you from squirming. He had noticed immediately, making sure to hit that same spot over and over again, using his thumb to rub on your clit simultaneously. You let out a choked gasp, the band in your stomach tightening at alarming rate; a telltale sign of you being brought to your fastest  — almost embarrassingly fast — orgasm yet.

Jaehyun watched your expressions with his lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes hooded, as you fell apart on his fingers. The little shudders and loud whines were music to his ears.

God, you knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

He kept on thrusting his fingers shallowly, until you were squirming from the overstimulation. He then withdrew his fingers from your soaking cunt, giving your clit a last pinch, eliciting a whimper from you. He brought his fingers to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror, as he licked them clean, a soft groan leaving him as your taste hit him.

He licked off every last drop from his fingers, before harshly grabbing your chin. He turned your face halfway towards him, smashing his lips on yours, for the very first time — which was a little funny to think about, given that he had already made you cum on his fingers; that too at such an embarrassingly fast pace.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, spit mixing and dribbling down your chins, tongues clashing with each other. But neither of you seemed to care, too engrossed in trying to memorize the feel of each other's mouth.

He gripped your waist without breaking the kiss, pulling you backwards, before shoving you down on the bed. You fell on your back with a light ‘oof–’, your head hitting the pillow. You barely had any time to gather yourself, before Jaehyun was crashing his lips into yours again.

He kissed you at a feverish pace, one that you could barely keep up with. His hands roamed about your body frantically, desperately trying to memorize every inch of you. He started to fiddle with your clothes, trying to take them off you, almost tearing them off in the process.

You barely processed it when your shirt went flying in some corner of the room, your bra following suit. Your nipples harden almost instantly as they come in contact with the cold air, causing him to immediately pinch them, drawing out a loud whine from you. He sucked on one of them harshly, using his hand to pinch and twirl the other nipple. He alternated between both, biting and sucking on the skin around your nipples too, until your entire chest was covered in red hickeys and bite marks.

You were starting to find it a little unfair because of how you were the only one unclothed between the two of you, causing you to take the matter into your own hands. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, causing him to give in and take it off. He tried to immediately kiss you again, but your hands that were tugging at his pants stopped him. He stared at you with a slightly impatient glare, before taking his belt out of the loop.

Instead of taking his pants off like you hoped he would, he grabbed both of your hands, before tying them with the belt, attaching them to the headboard. You gasped loudly, trying to free your hands, in vain. He laughed at your state. “Patience is key, darling. Didn't you know that?”

He pressed another harsh kiss to your lips, swallowing your whines, as he slowly grinded on you. You could feel the outline of his rock hard dick through his boxers, pressing insistently against your clit. You let out sharp gasps and moans at the sensation, but it was quickly ripped away from you.

You were positively drooling when he shoved his boxers down, his cock standing proud and tall. It slapped against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum on it. He grabbed your thighs, shoving them apart, before aligning himself with your eagerly awaiting cunt.

He rubbed his angry red and leaking tip on your clit, before gliding it up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. You arched your back, your eyes rolling into your head, a loud moan practically ripping out of your lips. You looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to hurry up.

He smirked down at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip, before finally pushing himself inside. You let out an even louder moan, feeling his bulbous tip stretch you out, before he thrust himself fully inside — earning a choked gasp from you. He groaned, barely giving you time to adjust, before pulling himself almost completely out, leaving only the tip in, before thrusting back in.

He set a brutally fast pace, the continuous ‘fap-fap-fap’ sounds ringing loudly in your ears. The squelching sounds from your pussy were almost equally as loud, as more and more of your wetness trickled down his length. Your bottom lip was pulled in between your teeth, eyes screwed shut. You subtly bucked your hips up, trying to match  his pace.

He noticed it quickly enough, grabbing your hips to still you, before stopping as well. He gave you a stern look, before changing his pace. Instead of the brutally fast pace he had set earlier, he switched to a slower pace, focusing on hitting every single spot perfectly.

You clenched around him tightly, a breathy moan of his name leaving your lips. His pace stuttered, before he grabbed both of your legs, folding them to your chest. The new position helped him pound into you even deeper, reaching places you never could on your own. His mushroom tip collided with your cervix every time, making you see stars.

He was deep, so so deep. He felt so fucking good, like you were in cloud nine. By the looks of it, he thought the same.

He let out a deep groan, breathy whispers leaving his lips. “P-Pussy feels s-so — fuck — s’fucking good — fits like a glove–” He cut himself off with a moan, feeling you clench around him harder. “Keep s-squeezing me like that I'll cum.”

You could barely hear him, your brain completely fogged up. You could barely formulate a single coherent thought, the completely unadulterated pleasure leaving you dizzy. You let out a soft gasp as you felt him sucking on your neck, just above your jugular. It felt good, too good.

You could feel the band in your stomach start to tighten, signalling your impending climax. He could tell it was close too, by the change of pitch in your moans. He focused on hitting your g-spot with every thrust, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

The added stimulation was all it took for the band in your stomach to finally snap, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him.Your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm washed over you, coating his dick in a layer of white.

Your orgasm triggered his own, causing his hips to stutter. He tried to pull out, but your pussy was clenching so tightly around him, he simply couldn't. He grabbed your hips, pushing himself even deeper. His eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him, as he came in you.

Spurts of cum erupted from him, shooting deep inside, your pretty cunt clenching around him even harder, milking him for all he was worth. He came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore. He pulled his softening length out of your spent hole.

Your ruined pussy clenched around nothing, globs of cum dripping down your thighs. Jaehyun scooped them up with his fingers, pushing them right back into your sensitive folds. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pushing your hair out of your face. “You're still with me?”

You nodded tiredly, too spent to speak. You were still in disbelief of the entire situation, but it was as real as real could get. You felt him untie your hands, before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style, carrying you to what you could only hope was the bathroom — before you passed out in his arms.

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[honeymoonblues]

The One Your Friends Don't Like

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has something to say when a girl has fun with the local freak.

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: Some cursing.

A/N: I had this one on the drafts for a long time. Silly little thing. Incredibly self indulgent. I usually make my fics with a gender neutral reader, but I felt this one needed to be fem! for the sake of the plot. Please, let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

You had never expected it to end the way it ended. 

In fact, you distinctively remember thinking no one would ever find out that you were passing notes in class. Why would anyone know?

Except Eddie Munson had a big fucking mouth. And you had a friend in common with him (sort of). 

The thing was, you were bored. Badly. And the biology professor had this superpower of putting everyone to sleep with his monotonous voice. So it wasn’t intentional when your spaced out gaze landed on him. On Eddie Munson, of all people.

Your pencil fell to the floor because you got startled when he smirked at you. And then, came the little note.

His handwriting was hideous, but legible. The paper seemed torn from another class’ book. You didn’t write anything back. Instead, you made a little grotesque cartoon of the professor, which Eddie seemed to appreciate very much.

“You think Munson is cute?”

How the fuck had Vicki already found out about it by lunch, you had no idea. But you were about to find out.

“I don’t-”, you started, but she didn’t let you finish.

“He told me that you were staring at him,” she scoffed smugly.

God, you hated that expression on her. The smile forming on your lips was totally betraying you, but you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“And since when are you friends with Eddie Munson?”

“He’s friends with Kate’s brother, you know Gareth,” she waved her hand around, “they’re in that, uh… club together, and a band. He’s always hanging out at Kate’s.”

Asking her not to make a big deal out of it was useless, you knew her mind was already scheming to set you two up.

“You’re dating this idiot?!”

There was nothing you appreciated more in your friendship with Robin than her honesty. Even if sometimes she was too honest.

“We’re not dating! We just, uh… hanged out once.”

“Yeah, well, be careful. I haven't heard too many kind things about him.”

Her tone softened, meaning she was trying her best to understand you.

The truth is, it had been a date, no matter how much Eddie and you acted like you were above all that sort of stuff. 

His handwriting had been clearer on that one note, neater, with more thought behind it. You felt his big brown eyes on you while you read it, so you knew you had to act as cool as possible. As if him inviting you to a literal date wasn’t freaking you out. You didn’t even pass the note back, you just nodded in his direction, and he smiled while twirling his hair on his finger.

In the end, Vicki didn’t even had to set you up, Eddie asked you out himself, like a big boy (kind of). 

The guys leaving the club session looked at you like you had grown a second head. 

“Band practice is down the hall”, one of them snickered. That was Gareth, you assumed.

“I know”. You narrowed your eyes, holding your saxophone case a little tighter and breathing deeply. Gosh, and these were Eddie’s friends?

Immediately after, Eddie’s big eyes sparkled when he saw you outside the classroom. 

“Hey, you made it”.

Like the other boys, he wore the club’s t-shirt but this one looked particularly clean. You saved your comments to yourself, though, and just smiled back.

The moments you were deciding where to go were the most awkward. You could tell that Eddie wasn’t used to talking to many girls. No matter how much of a peacock he acted like when he was in a ten-foot radius of a cheerleader.

If there was a contest for Weirdest Location for a First Date, Eddie and you would’ve won first place. You both agreed on going to the Hawkins’ graveyard. The place worked to ease your nerves, somehow.

Many graves had stories you’d heard over the years. And of course, the metalhead guy loved to hear about them, tagging on with his versions or additions to them.

The date went well and it definitely helped to fuel both of your delusions of being cool and oh, so edgy. In reality, you were just two nerds walking and laughing in an inappropriate place, while not having the guts to admit this was a date. 

When the “hanging out” turned to actual dates, you knew it was going to be impossible to hide it from Robin. And you braced yourself for her reaction.

“How many times did you kiss him?”

If she'd asked a day before, you would confidently say ‘three times’. But after the makeout session the night before, it wasn’t like you could keep count of that.

Your skin crawled by imagining telling this to her, so of course, you omitted the question.

“No, wait wait! Don't answer that. I need a complete timeline: from the first date to the first kiss, to now.”

You scoffed.

“What are you waiting for? Start talking.” 

Oh, she was serious about it.

So you talked, knowing there wasn’t any way of getting out of it.

She already knew about the graveyard, so there was little comment to make about it. 

The words you chose were careful, though. Robin wasn’t too thrilled about Munson at all, so you had to put effort in making him look as good as possible while keeping it in the realm of possibility. 

You spoke about how witty he was, but didn’t mention the fact that you held your breath the first time you walked into his room. Not that you were the picture of cleanliness, let’s be honest, but you had wondered just how long had it been since his sheets had seen the inside of a washing machine. (Not like that had stopped you from rolling around on his bed, anyway).

You talked of how he was actually a bookworm and really interesting to converse with, but kept quiet about how, just on your third date, he immediately asked you to stay the night after getting his hands under your shirt. 

You told Robin about his encyclopedic knowledge of music, similar to Robin's, but carefully omitted the fact that he had bitten you despite you asking him not to. You had moaned at it, either way.

Trusting him was a hard task. Sure, maybe you were paranoid, but this guy made up stories as a hobby. And even if he didn’t, he seemed too eager to impress any girl in his vicinity to be a hundred percent trustful.

“Oh, I don't believe you.” That phrase came out of your mouth so often now, it was almost funny.

“I swear! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Dramatic as always, of course.

“Sure, whatever you say, man.”

But truths and lies weren’t that important when he kissed you so sweetly. As sweet as this brute could be. It was very endearing. 

You didn’t give a fuck if that fight he was telling you about was real, or if his band was as awesome as he said, not when he pulled your hair and bit your lip in that way that made you shiver. 

Let him talk, you thought, he had a cute mouth anyway.

Between nerdy conversations about Lord of the Rings or music, and heated makeout sessions on his bed, or yours (whichever was available at the time), there was always a debate that bubbled up between you two.

“Doesn’t that fuck up your brain or whatever?” 

“princess, it’s 1986. Everyone smokes weed.” You had stopped fighting that nickname long ago, you even stopped cringing at it, somehow.

“Not everyone!” 

“Yeah, well, it’s you and Vicki against the world, then.”

It’s not like you ever expected him to change his ways; that was stupid. But it was annoying when he expected you to just… be okay with it.

Still, he stopped smoking when he was with you —wow, what a gentleman!— and you ignored the fact that he may or may not sell pot. Closing your eyes and letting his hands wander was the best way to forget everything about it.

The sun was already setting on a beautiful Saturday afternoon when you brought it up.

“Remember how I told you Robin doesn’t like you much? Like, at all.” Your breath felt a bit shallow, you had kissed for what felt like hours at this point.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, uh… It’s mostly because she told me she saw you and Chrissy Cunningham together the other day… You know, alone and everything.” Your gaze was unblinking, boring into his eyes as if you were trying to read his mind.

His blush was a little more intense than before, reaching his ears, but he didn't hesitate in answering, “I never talked to her before, Robin must have mistaken me for another person.”

Your silence must have freaked him out a bit, because he croaked a tiny “I swear!” that sounded quite pathetic, even for him.

The intention of this whole afternoon was to talk to him about being exclusive. You hadn’t been mad about the Chrissy thing, really. It wasn’t like Eddie and you were official at all. Even if he liked to make it very obvious that you were together every time he crossed paths with you at school. But now that he was denying everything? Yeah, the exclusivity thing didn’t sound so appealing to you anymore.

Because you’d lied. It wasn’t just Robin that caught him, you were there, too.

“Are you sure, Eddie? I’m not… I’m not mad about it.” But you were starting to be.

“Yes, yes! It’s funny, actually… I, uh, had like, the biggest crush on her in middle school, you know? But not anymore, princess! I don’t even look in her direction, I promise.”

You felt like you hadn’t blinked in the last five minutes. 

Fuck this! You didn’t want to be his girlfriend. That was never the intention with this whole thing. You just wanted to have some damn fun for once.

“Okay…” You said carefully, “just… don’t expect Robin to talk nicely to you, okay?”

“I’m used to people not liking me, princess, nothing new.”

Your smile was tight, and the way he twirled his hair had never bothered you this much before.

“So, I heard there’s this party next Saturday...” You said.

The mirror smiled back at you after you applied your lipstick. You were already a little tipsy after the pregame at Vicki’s, but you did your makeup flawlessly in front of her bathroom mirror. 

’Hot’ was the right word to describe you that Saturday, you felt confident, you looked cool, and you were definitely ready for some kissing and smooching. If you ended up in Eddie’s van? Even better.

Your friends were not so thrilled about seeing Eddie, not after the Chrissy thing, but they knew they couldn’t do much to stop you. Those were your bad decisions to make.

The party was flooding with people, and it took an absurd amount of time to find Eddie, even when he was the flashiest thing in the room. 

By the time you got to him, you were way too drunk. No longer just tipsy. The unknown substance in your red cup was doing its job, and you could barely keep steady on your feet when you found yourself in his arms.

Your friends were cringing hard when you kissed him in front of them, staining his face with lipstick. He was very, very pleased with it, though. Even if he felt heavily judged by everyone in your circle.

In the end, he ended up taking you home, but not in the way you’d have liked. Because the moment you stepped outside and started to walk to his van, heavy nausea hit you with the cold air of the night, 

Your vomit stained his sneakers a bit, but he didn’t complain. In fact, he had never been this gentlemanly before. Even your friends, usually very unimpressed with him, were surprised.

He made sure you drank water, wrapping you in his jacket and then drove you home, making sure you made it up the stairs without falling and tucking you in like a good, responsible boy,

“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” You murmured sleepily before he left.

“Are you kidding? You throwing up was so metal! I’m honored I got to witness it.”

He was such a freak.

You were tugging at your hair, frustrated. After just finishing it, you accidentally tipped your glass of water over all your homework, so you had to redo it. Then, your friends who were supposed to hang out at your house didn’t show up, and you had cooked for them. And while you tried to calm down with a nice hot coffee, your favourite mug slipped from your hands and shattered into a million pieces on the ground.

You needed to call Eddie. Maybe he’d help you laugh about it a little.

The phone call had been 30 minutes long at this point. You sighed, feeling a little better, but still guilty for talking about yourself and your own problems nonstop.

“I feel like I complain too much sometimes,” you chuckled.

“Princess, I know the female population, okay? They are always complaining about everything, all the time. I’m used to it, don’t worry.” 

He knows the what, now?

“Eddie, what the fuck?” But the idiot kept on talking.

“Yeah, princess, it’s fine. I mean, we guys don’t give a shit about most things. But that’s just natural, you know? It’s like, biological.”

Hanging up on him had never felt so good. No goodbye, no nothing. Seriously, who does he think he is?

You needed to call Robin. Maybe she’d help you laugh about it a little.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

This conversation wasn’t meant to be had over the phone, but the winter break had just started, and you were leaving on vacation the next day. Leaving this matter to stretch over time would just make it worse. You wanted to enjoy your holidays without anything weighting on your mind.

Not that he could ever convince you to stay with him, anyway. There had been a long talk with your friends about all this. And the jury had decided he should be executed out of your life. You agreed, of course.

There was only so many things one could ignore in the name of fun. And when your frustration started to surpass the enjoyment, what was the point? 

He was not the type of guy you could introduce to your parents. He was not even the type of guy you could see with a steady relationship. You realized you wanted a little bit more romance than he could get you.

So you mentally prepared yourself for this phone call, for his insistence, for his endless questions, even for some anger.

“I didn’t mean to tell you this over the phone, I’m sorry.” Your voice was steady, clear, no sign of doubt.

“Oh…” Silence. And then, a moment after: “It’s okay, I get it. Thank you for these last few months.”

“Uh, Eddie-”

“Goodbye.”

You stuttered a goodbye, but it was too late, he had already hung up. 

Shortest phone call of your life.

“Honey, he sells drugs. You didn’t know that?”

“Not until very recently…” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Your friend laughed, shaking her head.

Now, your friends would have something to tease you about for the rest of your life. And you’d have all that time to pretend you didn’t enjoy his company or act like you didn’t notice what a mess he was.

And maybe he’d try to contact you again, try to get close. But you’d ignore him, walking awkwardly past him in the school hallway.

Still, he’d live forever in your mind as the one your friends didn’t like.

[hyuniemyunie]

Interrupted Serenity

shadow the hedgehog x gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): sonic interrupting yalls cuddling after shadow starts to embrace his instincts🙏 why is this pic different from all my pics? no idea.

IM WORKING ON REQUESTS. i just need to empty my drafts first, theres a lot of finished fics in it😭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

It started small. Little things.

At first, you thought Shadow was just getting used to affection. The occasional nudge against your hand, the way he leaned into you when you scratched the right spot between his quills. But then—then it got worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.

It started with nuzzling. Subtle at first. He’d rub his cheek against your shoulder when he sat next to you, bumping his head against you like some kind of overly dignified cat. Then came the purring. The first time it happened, you thought you were imagining it—until you laid your head against his chest one night and felt it vibrating through you like a low, steady engine.

"Shadow," you whispered, half-laughing, half-in-awe, "are you purring?"

He immediately stopped. Froze. Completely shut down. Like a Windows XP critical error in real-time.

"I don’t purr," he muttered stiffly.

"You literally just did."

"You're hearing things."

"Shadow."

"I'm leaving."

And he did. He straight-up left the room like that would erase what just happened.

But the next day? The nuzzling was back. The nudging. The low, almost subconscious purring whenever you ran your fingers through his quills in just the right way. He started instinctively circling around you when you stood still for too long, and if you weren’t paying attention? He’d just position himself right in front of you until you acknowledged him.

It was adorable.

It was also hilarious.

Because the moment anyone else was around?

Nothing.

Cold, unmovable, untouchable Ultimate Lifeform mode activated.

And the best part? It was instantaneous.

One moment, he was nuzzling into your shoulder, comfortably wrapped around you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—then—

“Yo, Shadow—”

BAM.

He was on the other side of the couch before Sonic could even finish walking into the room.

Just sitting there.

Arms crossed. Legs crossed. Staring at the wall like he had never even heard of affection before in his life.

Sonic, holding a chili dog in one hand, stopped mid-step. Blinked. Slowly looked from you—still sprawled out from where Shadow had just been snuggled up against you—to him, now acting like a statue.

“…What,” Sonic finally said, eyes narrowing, “is happening here?”

You turned your head, making direct eye contact with Shadow. His expression? Blank. Nothing. Not even a flicker of emotion.

But you?

You grinned.

“Oh, nothing much,” you said, stretching dramatically. “Just hanging out with my very affectionate boyfriend.”

Shadow’s ear twitched. If looks could kill, you’d be vaporized.

Sonic, meanwhile, slowly pointed his chili dog at him. “Ohhhh. No way.” A smug grin spread across his face. “You’re going soft, huh?”

Shadow exhaled through his nose. “Leave.”

“I knew it!” Sonic cackled. “I knew you had a mushy side! This is amazing.”

Shadow, still maintaining his unbothered, ice-cold composure, stood up. “I’m leaving.”

“Okay, okay, wait, hold on—” You grabbed his wrist before he could teleport out of pure embarrassment. “You literally just got done rubbing your face on my shoulder like a needy little—”

His entire face twitched. His quills bristled slightly, his body so tense you thought he might actually combust.

“I don’t do that,” he said stiffly.

Sonic, hands on his knees, was trying so hard not to completely lose it. “Dude. Dude. I gotta tell Knuckles about this.”

Shadow—without hesitation—turned and teleported out of the room.

Sonic and you locked eyes.

“…Do you think he’s embarrassed?”

“Oh, he’s mortified.”

And for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop giggling because, despite everything, you knew exactly what was going to happen the second you were alone again.

Shadow was going to be right back at your side, nuzzling, nudging, and purring like nothing ever happened.

The next day, it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. After Sonic's teasing, you figured Shadow would keep his distance, pretend he was too proud to even acknowledge his soft spots. But as always, you knew better. The moment the coast was clear, the instant Sonic was out of the picture, Shadow was back at your side.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to focus on something—maybe a video game, maybe just zoning out. But you knew, you knew, the second he’d show up. It wasn’t a matter of "if," it was a matter of "when."

And just like clockwork, there he was. Without a word, without a sound, Shadow was suddenly there, sitting beside you, his presence so subtle and yet unmistakable. He didn’t sit too far, but he didn’t crowd you either. His eyes were fixed on the TV, but there was a certain stillness about him—like he was waiting for something.

You couldn’t help it. You turned your head just slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His quills were a little more relaxed today, his posture still cool, but there was that familiar nudge against your shoulder again, just barely noticeable, as though he couldn’t quite stop himself.

“Shadow,” you said, voice soft, playful, “are you trying to be sneaky?”

He didn’t respond at first. He simply leaned in a little closer, the smallest of movements, but enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him.

“I’m not doing anything,” he muttered, eyes still glued to the screen, though you could see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re imagining things.”

You knew he was lying. The air between you had changed. There was something different in the way he hovered around you now. He was still trying to keep up his tough-guy act, but it was slipping. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was enjoying this—enjoying being near you.

Slowly, cautiously, you reached over and brushed your fingers through his quills, a motion so familiar now that it almost felt automatic. And there it was—the hum. That low, steady vibration against your fingertips. The purr.

You smiled to yourself. He hadn’t even realized it was happening.

“Shadow,” you said again, louder this time. “You’re purring.”

His whole body stiffened, his quills slightly bristling, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave a deep sigh, still trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I’m not purring,” he insisted, eyes still trained on the TV, his voice rougher than usual. “It’s just... the sound of my quills.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, smirking, not buying it for a second. “Sure, Shadow. Whatever you say.”

You couldn’t resist. Reaching out again, you gave him another light scratch between the quills. His body reacted instantly, leaning into it like a cat getting the best back scratch of its life. You felt the purring deepen, the vibration stronger this time, and this time, he didn’t try to hide it.

“Stop it,” he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. If anything, there was a slight softness that you knew he didn’t want you to catch.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” you teased, continuing to run your fingers through his quills. “This is too much fun.”

“Quit it,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, his composure completely slipping now.

But the moment you let your hand fall away, Shadow relaxed again. His purring stopped, but there was an almost relieved sigh that left him. He didn’t move away, though. Instead, he leaned his shoulder against yours, just barely touching, as if he couldn’t bring himself to leave but also didn’t want to admit he liked it.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, resting your head against his. “But I don’t think you really mind, do you?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you could feel his muscles tense again, like he was debating whether or not to argue. And then, with a sharp exhale, he gave up. “Just... don’t tell anyone.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, I won’t. Your secret’s safe with me.”

And that was the moment it hit you: Shadow wasn’t just coming around because he had to. No, he was choosing to. The tough exterior, the cold demeanor—it was all still there, but it was slipping away in little ways. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t want to admit it to himself yet, but it didn’t matter. Every time he stayed close, every time he nuzzled or purred or made some small, almost unnoticeable move to be nearer to you, it was like he was telling you, in his own way, that he cared.

And you, of course, were more than happy to let him have his soft side—embarrassment and all.

“I won’t tell anyone, Shadow,” you said again, reaching over to lightly tug at his quills. “I think you’re kind of cute when you’re all... mushy.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward again.

You knew this wasn’t the end of it. It wasn’t going to stop with just a few purrs or nuzzles. Shadow was in too deep now, and though he’d never admit it, you were pretty sure he was just as hooked on it as you were. It might have started small, but now? Now, you could almost feel the change in him—just the tiniest crack in that icy facade.

And you were more than happy to keep him close, to be the one who saw the softer side of him, the one who got to tease him and let him enjoy the affection he never thought he needed.

It was all too easy to know what would happen next.

Shadow, pretending he wasn’t soft? That was so yesterday.

Now, he was yours.

[https-angel1c]

wolf hybrid!dante x reader who’s a little pervy.., just by a bit! maybe more than that,..,

// possible dub-con, tagging it to be safe

also fem!reader was in mind while writing this!!!

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you thought it was a good idea to reside in some cozy cabin in the edge of the forest—so you’re not completely strayed away from civilization if anything goes wrong! but you weren’t prepared to face guests. guests from the forest. in your backyard.

its basic knowledge to know that a lot of weird things can happen in the forest. it’s secluded, animals roam free, basically a one way ticket to being a victim of all sorts of bizarre things. you simply had faith that you wouldn’t be so (un)lucky to come across anything of the sorts!

after living there for almost about a week or two already, you couldn’t help but notice the occasional figures that popped in and out of your backyard whether it was daytime or nighttime. you could’ve sworn you’ve seen a human figure behind some of the trees. though blamed it on your paranoia that comes with recently moving.

a couple more sightings made you confirm that there was definitely some sort of human wandering in and out of your property..,

so one night, you had the most genius idea of sitting outside to watch closely. not sure why you didn’t settle behind the safety of your windows, maybe the glass made you see things differently, who knows?

but there it was. or more like, there he was. a man—not just any ordinary man—but a man with.., ears and a tail?

he strides closer, not realizing that you were there. but once he got his eyes on you, he stopped in his tracks and blew out a low whistle, “what have we got here?”

“nothing for you.” you quipped back, arms crossed. he must’ve been intrigued with how those fluffy ears perked straight up.

“i don’t know, seems like there’s a lot here for me,” he hummed thoughtfully, giving you another once-over before offering a hand out, “name’s dante. thought it’d be nice to introduce myself since i plan to stick around for a bit.”

you left his handshake offer hanging. “what? no you’re not. this— this is my home.”

dante puts his hands up in the air as if surrendering, “hey, hey! don’t get your panties in a twist. i don’t plan on staying long.”

“you’re not staying at all.” you firmly stated.

“allow me to prove my worth?” he drawls. a hand came up to land on your shoulder. his hand was big and heavy. the damn thing nearly grounded you in place. but before you could deny him again, dante takes another step forward, now testing your personal space. “please?” he flashes his canines in that cocky grin.

but dante doesn’t wait for an answer, no.., big hands cupped the underside of your chest. one of them trailing down to feel the rest of your torso and lower. you made the move to push him away at first, but his arms had caged you against him.

you had to admit, he was fairly cozy for someone who just came from who-knows-where in the forest. dante noticed your lack of fight and nuzzled up against the side of your face. “just keep being good for me and this’ll feel even better.” he purred, tail wagging rapidly behind him.

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LOL might continue it the last part feels so empty i had it saved in the drafts and worked on it bit by day but might’ve lost motivation by the end..,.

[on1knee4marksmen]

Bundle of Joy

Old man Logan x reader

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Whew,finally!! I've been keeping this thing in drafts for like a week now, all because of school (😠)

This is originally a request from @fluff-lover (I forgot to answer to their ask) :

"I had this idea of Old man Logan and reader living a quiet life in a cabin, and a pregnant dog comes to their door. Reader takes her in and helps her until she's given birth and the puppies are ready for their forever home. Logan has to drive to the shelter with the puppies to drop them off, but knowing Reader got attached he decides to surprise them by bringing home one of the puppies."

I absolutely loved this idea when I read it, so I really really hope this is what you imagined 🤞

Pairing: Old man Logan x reader

Words: 1,6k ish

Description: Look at the ask above,pretty much that + Laura in the picture bc I love her 3000

Warnings: Not many. Couple of swear words + me rambling; excessive use of the word "and" (my bad)

Tags: Fluff, domestic Logan :), reader sees Laura as their daughter, reader gets referred to as Logan's wife (I don't think there are any other lady reader indicators), attachments being formed with puppies (I love animals), Logan being the dad that says 'I don't want any pets' but then being found guilty of snuggling with the dog on the couch💔

A/n: English isn't my first language and I absolutely hate tenses, so lmk if there's anything I should fix :)

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James Howlett. Jimmy. Logan. Patch. The Wolverine.

How did a man that lived long enough to get called all those names end up here? Driving a limo, owning reading glasses and having to deal with aching bones?

And he's not driving a customer around this time — on the passenger seat next to him is an open box. Full of fucking puppies.

What had happened to get Logan here?

Well, it all started a month ago. You'd just came back to the little cabin you and Logan had the privilege of calling a home – after Charles sadly passed, you'd offered Logan to cross the border along with Laura and build a home. Start anew. And God, who was he to deny you?

So anyways, you'd just come home after work. Logan was, for once, early, already hanging his coat. Laura was on a week-long trip with her class, which left you and your husband some time to spend together, just you and him..

Or so he thought. Upon going back to the front door to great you, he had heard your voice, soft and mumbly, almost cooing at someone. Or something. His usual wrapping his arms around you and welcoming you home with a kiss – he'd do anything to catch a glimpse of that sweet smile of yours, even after all these years – turned into an eyebrow raise and a soft look of curiousity in Logan's eyes.

"Hi, darlin'. ..Who're you talking to?"

Too swallowed up in trying to get the mystery.. individual to follow you in, your head had whipped around in surprise at Logan's words. ...And a tiny smile adorned your features the moment you saw him.

"Lo, you're back early!" You called out, and your arms immediately outstretched, as if it was an automatic reaction to catching his gaze.

Aaand here it was. A man that everyone convinced he was a weapon his whole life, that he was born to kill, was now getting flustered and giddy at the sensation of the beautiful woman he got the privilege to call his wife, planting soft little kisses aaalll over his face. And he wasn't grumpy about it either – he was smiling like an idiot.

But the smile dropped to a surprised part of his lips, his eyes widening, as they got met with a rather interesting sight. As you hugged him,he had the chance to look at whatever was behind your back. And now he realized why you were cooing.

A dog. A not so big, yet not so small dog with glossy eyes and an almost sad look on its muzzle.

And it was kind of..round, too.

And that's when it sort of clicked for Logan. He pulled back, wide eyes looking down at you with astonishment, interest and some disbelief. "Where did uh... Where'd the lil' guy come from?"

It had taken you a while to understand what he was talking about. But some confused looks and a long 'Ooooh!' later, you were already explaining. "The little guy's actually a girl - she's been in the neighborhood for a while now. I gave her leftover meat once, so I guess she came back for more."

A pause. "... She's pregnant." Yeah. Logan could see that. But with the way your voice had softened, he didn't dare tease. "I was.. hoping we could take her in. Help her with the cubs... I mean, she looks really pregnant."

At first, Logan had stayed silent. Stayed skeptical. A stray? And a pregnant one, at that? Who knew what kind of diseases she could be carrying?? And yeah,he couldn't get sick and neither could Laura, but what about you? He couldn't bare anything bad happening to you...

But then, oh, then, he saw that look in your eyes. It's like he couldn't decide which one of you was giving him sadder puppy eyes - you or the literal dog behind you. And then you had given one simple "..please?" And he couldn't resist - he caved.

And so, the one month of taking care of the stray doggo had begun. You'd taken her to the vet to make sure everything was okay, just to ease Logan's paranoia. It had been hard for him to get used to her in the house at first anyway, however - and that was without having Laura around and having to explain to her what she could and couldn't do in order to not scare the poor thing - loud music or yelling wouldn't be a treat for the poor pup, even if Laura didn't do those so often.

It was a change of pace, that's for sure. Having yet another mouth to feed, even if it wasn't that hard to mix dog food with some meat twice a day. Having a four-pawed, big-eyed pet walking around the house, laying on the couch, sleeping on your shared bed...

What he couldn't get used to was having your attention on the pup more than on him.

Some might call it jealousy. It definitely wasn't jealousy.

...It was totally jealousy.

At first,it had stunned you to see Logan more grumpy than the usual. I mean, yeah, he'd barely agreed and yeah, he wasn't used to a pet, moreso a pregnant one, but why was he looking at the damn dog so weird every time you gave it a scratch or cooed at it?

And then it had dawned on you. He wanted head scratches too. Wanted you to coo at him and coddle him. And oh boy, did he get teased.

After you figured out why he was being more of a grump than usual, you got a good laugh out of it, (and you got to see your husband as red as a tomato) but after that, you made sure to give equal attention to both the pup and Logan himself. You made up to him with a looot of kisses, cuddles, even a back massage.

And the problem was quickly resolved.

A week in, Laura got to know the pup as well. After a 5 or so minute talk about pregnant animals and dogs and whatnot, during the whole entirety of which the girl had been silent, Laura asked a pretty good question.

"Does she have a name?"

And it hit you - she didn't.

And then came the next question of your daughter's - "Can I name her?"

That's how the dog ended up with her own name - Bella.

The following three weeks were a new experience for Laura as well, but she seemed to love having Bella around, just as much as you did. She'd help you with her food, offer to come with you to walk her in the evenings, she even tried to get the pup to sleep on her bed once.

But eventually, the time had come for Bella to give birth. You had done all necessary research - whether or not to interfere, how to help, what was normal and what wasn't. When you'd recognised Bella's odd behaviour as going into labour, you immediately scurried to join her side in the corner of your bedroom, crouching down to be closer to her.

After you gained awareness on Logan's little... problem - and solved it - your husband began to warm up to Bella too. You'd begun finding the dog curled up close to him while he read when you came home, he, in turn, had begun to help with her food. He'd stopped complaining about the dog sleeping in your shared bed. He'd even began petting her more than he'd like to admit.

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What you hadn't expected was for Logan to join your side too.

Bella had given birth with little to no complications - and her pups were just so tiny and so cute! It warmed your heart just thinking about it - the stray you took in had just had eight healthy puppies, eight! And, with the way Bella herself was eagerly trying to lick at your hand when you went to pet her, despite the exhaustion that must've been seeping through her, told you that she was as grateful as ever, too. It made your eyes water, even if you wouldn't admit it.

You and Logan had gladly let Bella stay until her pups were at least four months old. But both you and your husband knew that after they were bug enough, you had to give them to a dog pound - you couldn't feed eight more pups, you couldn't assure they were living their best life.

That time you hadn't hidden the tears. And that time, Logan hadn't said a word as he hugged you. He understood. Because he'd grown attached to the doggo too.

Aaand, back to present - here he was, driving a box full of puppies, lined with newspapers to try and keep the little things as comfortable as possible. Bella was in there too, looking up at him with those big, glossy eyes. It hurt to turn to the right exactly because he knew he'd likely never see her again..

You'd never see her again, either. He knew how sad that made you, and it made him even sadder knowing it. He was going to come home to you, to Laura, to his house, but he'd no longer her the sound of long nails and furry paws hitting the floor. He'd no longer have soft fur to absentmindedly stroke while he reads.

He'd left home with nine bundles of joy in a box, and he'd come home empty-handed.

...At least that's what you thought. Until you saw your husband open the door with one hand. Smiling softly.

(Another) A/n: Thank you so much for the love on my recent fics! I love when you guys leave silly tags when you repost btw, so don't be shy <33

Because his other hand was too busy holding one of Bella's puppies, letting the little bundle of joy get accustomed to its home. Your little bundle of joy.

[ilysungho]

— camgirl!reader x members 📸

synopsis: in which you are a camgirl the members come across, accidentally or not, and get obsessed with a/n: hello guys!! i've had this in my drafts for so long, i'm so happy to finally release this <3 i hope you enjoy and let me know what you guys think ^-^ contains: camgirl!reader, streamer!reader, members are all perverts…, masturbation, voyeurism too technically, more specific tags on each members’ parts, lowercase intended taglist: @antoncore @ericlvr @mari3s @dobbiesvvorld @zynz0 @hanfourz @taylorluvation @txtistheloml @jmclouds @brownetry @alwaysyeppi @yomsterz

sungho

contains: sungho’s first time watching a camgirl, use of toys (dildo), streamer (not faceless)

he’d be in the middle of hanging out with his friends when someone (taesan probably) introduces him to this thing called streaming

taesan probably meant game streaming since he plays fifa really well, but when sungho searches it up, he gets flashed by your boobs instead

his horniness gets to him though when he clicks on the thumbnail and sees you bent over, arching your back so well that he wishes for something he never has before

sungho’s nothing less than rock hard as he watches how you move against the dildo stuck on the mirror behind you. his breaths become labored as he registers the noises coming out of your mouth, each one leading him to feel like he’s closer to the edge. his hands subconsciously go towards his pants, pulling it down enough to free himself from the pressure of his boxers. the contrast between the color of him and the clear toy you used left his mind speeding through several scenarios.

despite his extroverted nature, he’d become rather quiet. sungho never thought he’d be in such a position, practically leaking with just the help of his eyes. and so, he watches. your grunts and groans, saying how good it all feels, has him going as well. it’s the first time he’s ever felt this way, fired up to the point of being put out without having to actually do a single thing. you were doing everything perfectly in his eyes, and possibly became the only one to make him get like this.

he can’t help but imagine how you would feel surrounding him, having him hump the air as you kept moving on the screen, slowing down to once again speed up multiple times. your fucked out face further turned sungho on as he finally touched himself, the slick coating him and being spread up and down in a pace matching yours. the speed you set, that he followed, had you both cumming soon after, the boy staring at his hands as he thought about how this moment changed a lot of things for the future of him. he probably won’t be able to cum on his own ever again…

riwoo

contains: nudes being sent throughdms, implied inexperienced!riwoo, streamer

would’ve been searching for good porn to watch while he masturbates but instead came across streamers and was fascinated by the idea

you were his first streamer he tuned into and hasn’t left since the first day

would be wanting to start his own streaming from watching you, eventually messaging you about it

riwoo's totally flattered by all the praise you give him when he sends a dick pic to have you "inspect" how well he would do. it was a spur of the moment decision to text you about help and tips, anything of that sort, but it was the last thing he expected when you asked him to send a picture.

y/n: you have such a good size, i'm sure you'll do well riwoo: are you sure? idk how to do anything much really y/n: mm why don't you send me a video then pretty boy

he doesn't know what came across his mind when he sent you the first text, and certainly didn't think about what it would lead to. as he blushed at the nickname, he opened and held his phone camera, shakily recording a video of himself jacking off. his groans and breaths made it into the video as well, rather nervous as he sends you the video he just took.

when you receive the video, you're shocked by how pretty he sounds before anything else, patting yourself on the back in your head for choosing an appropriate nickname. his voice makes the familiar swirl in your stomach start up as you continue watching the video. licking your lips and imagining the hand as yours, you quickly get an idea and get ready to stream. you had to show him how he should do it after all.

y/n: get on stream love. just follow what i do and send another vid <3

jaehyun

contains: jaehyun implied to not be big but is thick, handjob (mj), use of toys (dildo), sort of implied edging (mj), squirting (reader)

he’s been pretty avidly searching for good porn, so he can’t help but touch his boner when he opens your stream to see you spread your legs, and now it’s a regular occurrence to tune in when you stream, touching himself alongside you

he wonders what your face looks like to imagine what it’d be like to give you his cock instead of the toys you use

when you take dildo size requests, he would be first to message you about his

“fuckkk…” jaehyun softly whispers as he watched you while having his hand wrapped around his own dick. he timed his movements to match your own as you pushed the custom dildo in and out of you rather quickly. despite feeling himself get close, he held onto his release since he made a promise to himself to not cum until you do.

your moans came out naturally as the toy kept being used, whining about how thick ‘he’ is. the boy could do nothing but stare at his screen with half lidded eyes, hands covered in precum as he jerks off to you. it’s the perfect size for your perfect pussy, he thought, smiling to himself about how he’s glad to watch you do as he wrote in the note to you: ‘i know it’s not big, but you know how to have fun right?’

you kept going as the knot in your stomach was on the verge of exploding. “fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming i’m cumm-” you take the toy out of your pussy as you squirted on camera, your cunt facing directly at the camera. jaehyun’s jaw dropped as his own milky cream shot up and landed on his desk as he heard you speak again, “i might’ve had too much fun… did you like that?”

taesan

contains: implied curvy reader, more so fluff than anything, taesan is a sweetheart </3 and also a spoiler

at first, he would never watch anything to help himself get off but then while scrolling through his nsfw acc he rarely goes on, he comes across videos of you

he gets obsessed with how you move and the curves of your body, imagining what it’d be like to have his hands all over you

later on discovers that you have a streaming channel and tunes in while you were live, and he often lets you know how much you help him feel better by sending you generous donations

when you open up a P.O. box, taesan’s rather stressed as he wonders what he can get for you. despite being a regular gifter, it’s the first time he’s thought about sending a physical present to you. maybe some toys you were asking for on live? or maybe just pretty lingerie he selfishly wants to see on you? he thinks hard about what he should get you, when suddenly he thinks of the perfect gift.

after a couple days, taesan got a box ready with what he thought of and a note, going out to have it shipped to you as soon as possible. and a couple days later on stream, as you open mail from your viewers, you’re surprised to see a box with ribbons tying it together. before you get to the actual items though, the note catches your eye.

take care of yourself. i'm sure you're spent after streaming every time. there's just a couple things in here i think you'll like. - rockitty

you're touched and look forward to using the bath soaps and calming fragrances, giving a special shoutout to your ever so sweet viewer, despite his rather silly name. taesan smiles to himself from his own room as he hears your voice get softer, glad to know that his gift did what it was supposed to.

leehan

contains: use of toys (tentacle dildo), leehan is implied dom?? despite just being a viewer lol, leehan gets called sir by you

definitely into kinky blogs, so he is extremely amused to find someone like you who experiments with anything possible

he’s always in your chat, rather demandingly asking you to use certain toys

gifts you money for toys until he buys the ones he wants to see you use himself

leehan sat back on his chair with his computer screen lit up, the bright lights of your room lighting up his own. your voice as you talk is tinged with a hint of nervousness as you pull out the toy to be used for this stream, reading out the note that came with it. “‘use it well, as you always do sweetheart. i know you can take it all.’ signed by mr. kim. well, i’ll try my best, sir.”

he smiled with satisfaction, hearing you address him as so. it gave him power despite being so far apart, never having met. if he could do one thing though, it would be to use the toys on you himself. shaking his head to dissolve said thoughts, he crossed his arms as he watched you pull out the tentacle like dildo from the package. once again, his lips turned up as you thanked him, prepping it and yourself in the mean time.

as the stream went on, so did the toy in you. the various grooves and dips present in the design of it were hugging your walls as you sunk further into it, the size way bigger than anything you had ever used before. leehan sat amused as you did so, refusing to touch himself so that he could solely focus on your pleasure. your body moved with grace in his eyes, still moving but not yet bottomed out on it. you made sounds like never before, soft chuckles coming out of the viewer as he mentally noted how great his choice was. he certainly had to send you more stuff like this in the future to learn more about what you sound and look like to the max.

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divider credits (in order): mdni 18+ content by @mikeykuns, web system by @kgymz, pearl line by @uzmacchiato

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐱-𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is your ex, smut, vaginal sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. I've had this idea in my drafts for a super long time so I decided to go ahead and finish it! I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro missed you so goddamn much. The first and only girl he ever fell in love with.

At first, he was angry, but now he's just depressed. Everything reminds him of you. And he feels so incredibly lonely.

You broke up with Gyutaro over a month ago.

Your relationship lasted about 4 months until you just couldn't take it anymore. He was a decent enough boyfriend at first but as time passed it became more and more toxic.

He was controlling and extremely jealous. Getting angry anytime you'd try to hang out with your friends. Especially other men. He never trusted you even though you'd never dare cheat on him, and you never gave him a reason to believe you would.

He'd go through your phone without your permission and get into fights with you anytime you went out with your friends. You loved Gyutaro but it was exhausting dealing with this on a regular basis.

His insecurities got to be too much and he never stopped trying to control you no matter how many times you tried talking to him about it. So you eventually broke it off. Breaking Gyutaro's heart in the process.

Now that he had some time to process the breakup, he realizes what an asshole he's been. His biggest regret is taking you for granted.

You were so good to him, so sweet too. No girl has ever looked at him the way you did. Like he wasn't some ugly freak, or someone to be pitied. No, you made him feel normal. More than normal actually. He genuinely felt loved and attractive even.

Not to mention the sex was good too. God, it was phenomenal. Gyutaro told you he'd delete the videos and photos he had, but he lied. He still watches them on a daily basis. He can't bring himself to get rid of them. He's still so madly in love with you.

The thought of you lying beneath anyone else but him makes him furious. No other man should be able to touch you like he did. Maybe it's selfish, but you're his girl. You always will be in his mind. And he just hopes that you'll give him a second chance because living without you by his side is unbearable.

"Hey... r u free tomorrow?" he nervously texts you for the first time since you've broken up.

You sigh and roll your eyes when he texts you. A part of you misses Gyutaro, but you don't miss how controlling he was. However, you are willing to hear him out so you respond a few minutes later. "Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something? If u want to."

"Ok, that's fine."

"Cool! There's this new place I wanted to try, I'll send u the address. Meet me around 6."

And just like that Gyutaro successfully asked you out on a date! Well, in his mind it's a date to win you back. But in your mind, it's just a meetup to get closure about your relationship.

When you meet up with Gyutaro at the restaurant, you're suddenly overcome with emotions that you didn't expect yourself to feel. A longing for the man you once loved. You thought you were over him but maybe you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N!" He smiles, masking his inner sadness as he stands and gives you a hug.

A surprised sound leaves your lips when he embraces you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you again feels so familiar. So comforting that you can't help but long for it.

But you know you must resist. Remembering all of the turmoil and emotional pain he's put you through, you know you can't go back to that.

So, after a few seconds you pull away from the hug and give him a cordial smile, "It's good to see you again. How have you been?" You ask as Gyutaro pulls your seat out. How strange... he never did that when you were dating.

"I've been alright," he laughs nervously, obviously lying, "How about you? You look great."

"Thanks," you chuckle, "I've been good. Just focusing on work mostly..."

There's an awkward silence after the chit-chat ends and the waiter takes your orders. Neither of you know what to say. Gyutaro is sweating buckets right now, going through hundreds of scenarios in his head. Wracking his brain for the best things to say so he can win you back. But he can't decide so he just blurts it out.

"Listen Y/N, I want you back," he states with a shaky voice. And as you open your mouth to sternly decline, he quickly cuts you off before you can do so, "I know I was a dick. And I'm so sorry, for everything. I didn't treat you right at all, I realize that now... and I understand if it's too late. I know I'm an idiot for not treating you right the first time. But now that I've been living without you my life feels so empty. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up! I fucked up real bad," he tears up, "Every day just feels so fucking cold without you. There's no one else to blame but myself, I know that... but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."

He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of desperation. Like this is his one and only chance at happiness. The regret he feels was evident in how his voice quivered and his eyes filled with tears. There's no doubt in your mind that his words are genuine. But do you really believe he'll keep his word and change? Do you want to take that chance when you've already experienced a toxic relationship with him once?

"Gyutaro..." you say as you look down at the table, avoiding looking into his eyes because the longer you stare into them the closer you come to tears, "I-I don't know what to say."

This is a lot of pressure he's putting on you. But honestly, you should have expected it. You feel stupid for not thinking of this as a possibility when he texted you.

Gyutaro takes a deep breath, "It's alright. Sorry I did all that... you probably think it was pretty pathetic. I didn't mean to make things weird... we can just forget I said anything," he looks defeated as he slumps back in his chair.

"No, it wasn't pathetic at all. I actually really appreciate what you said," you say as you reach out and take his hand, "It means a lot to me that you owned up to your mistakes and apologized. I know it's not easy to do."

His eyes widen as he feels your soft touch, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you continue to speak.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend again, Gyutaro."

"R-Really?!" his face lights up, full of joy just like the first time you agreed to be his girlfriend.

Standing from his seat, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly before you even get the chance to get out of your chair. Almost knocking you over in the process. He's just so damn excited, he can't help himself.

"I promise I won't make you regret this, Y/N!"

The rest of the evening goes well enough, that after dinner you find yourself in Gyutaro's apartment. Being pounded from behind as he holds you in a spooning position on his bed.

Throughout the whole date at the restaurant, the sexual tension between the two of you was palpable. He's obviously missed fucking you, but you missed it too. You hadn't had sex at all since you had broken up, though you thought about it often. Images of Gyutaro would flash through your head every time you'd touch yourself.

You'd curse yourself for thinking of him, getting annoyed that the memories of you two being intimate wouldn't stop. But you couldn't help but think of him. No one has ever made you feel the way Gyutaro did.

He may have been an asshole at times, but he was amazing in the bedroom. He craved you day and night, and would worship you like a queen. It felt good being so desired by the man you were in love with. Not to mention the toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasms he'd give you too.

Now you lay here in his bed, practically screaming his name as he plunges into you. Fucking you just how he's learned you like it.

"Fuck, that's it baby," he groans as he pushes you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and holding them tightly as he thrusts into you again, "God, you fit like a glove. So perfect for me... it must be meant to be, huh? Don't worry babe, I won't let this pussy go unfilled ever again."

He whispers into your ear as he feels you tighten around him.

As you feel your climax approaching, you realize no one could ever make you feel like Gyutaro makes you feel. With every touch he graces upon your body, you're given another reason why you were meant to be his.

[cheolieji]

Roomates - Choi Seungcheol

pairings: idol!scoups x idol!reader

reader has boobs and vag

warnings/genre: smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food!!, swearing, pet names, fluff

the sex part is lowkey short cause idk

fuck was said at least 1000 times😨

you are Svts 14th member and have been roommates with seungcheol for a few months now. Nothing has happened yet, but who knows what could happen when two people who like each other drinks together.

mdni!!

don't like, don't read

a/n note: this is my first time writing on tumblr and first time writing in a few years + english isn't my first language so if there's any grammar/any type of mistakes don't be shy to point it out :)

updated a/n: This was a draft from Oct, so, no, It's not my first time writing on tumblr (not anymore). i deleted the previous draft and rewrote the whole thing, lmaoo

my brain stopped working when it went down to the actual smut omg

wanted it to be longer but im lazy

after a long day of shooting content, you and the members were exhausted. some went home, while some went out to eat, but you decided going home was the best idea. and so did seungcheol. and of course, you're going home with him, i mean, who else? you literally live with him

you two were approaching his car as he sped up a little to open the car door for you. You find his speed walking cute. "Thank you! Cheol, " "Of course, go ahead, watch your head"

as he's getting the car started, you asked, "cheol, do you wanna get something to eat before we go home? and maybe some drinks, too?" "Yeah, why not, we haven't drank together in a while, " says as he's putting his seatbelt on

after he bought the food and drinks (he went in to buy them while you were waiting in the car) you arrived home

taking your jackets off and hanging it on the rack, you sighed. "It's been such a long day, ughh i need a drink." "go wash your makeup off. I'll get the table ready.." "fineee"

felling refreshed, you went to help him set the table up. "we bought a lot of food, are we gonna finish it?" "i will, " he says, giving you a goofy smile

after a few shots, you were already tipsy. seungcheol is still completely fine. He's just admiring how you look while you're drunk

cheeks flushed, lips wet from the drink, and those eyes you give him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" "No reason im just admiring your face." "Why admire from afar when you can come here? " you said, completely aware of what you're saying

"You come here." You walked over to him both hand on his shoulder while straddling his lap. he has his hands on your ass. "So? are you admiring me better now that im this close?" "So much better, babe"

leaning down to kiss him. it starts slow. Now he has his tongue down your throat with his hands roaming your body. and you're literally grinding on him. breathless, you let out a small moan. that led him to his edge. he picks you up while still kissing the hell out of you, walking to his room and almost tripping over a bag. putting you on the bed as he strips down, leaving his boxers on. you barely had anything on, so you just took your tank top and shorts off

you can see how big he is, even with his boxers on

he goes in for another rough kiss before putting his finger on the wet patch on your panties, sliding it off you. his big and long fingers doing circles on your clit "fuckk-" he pushes them in slowly before pumping your wet juicy cunt, it's so quiet the only thing that can be heard is your moans and the sound of your pussy. it's like music to his ears

"fuck me cheol.." "beg for it" as he's going faster with his hands "fuck.. ahh please–fuck me baby i need you so bad" he stops in his track, licking your juices off his fingers "shit babe you taste so good"

taking his boxers off and pushing your legs back to your chest. fuck his dick is big. "Can i put it in, baby?" "fuck yeah, just do it already please" he enters slowly "fuuck, you're so tight" resting a bit before moving, low grunts can be heard from him

"shit-ahh harder." he goes harder, balls slapping against your pussy "fuck you're so big" hearing that made his ego rise a little, he grabs your legs as he goes harder and faster than before "fuckkk ahh yeaaa" in overwhelming pleasure you scratched his back without realising "shit im sorry" "no, keep going" kissing you roughly before moving to your neck giving you hickeys

"Ah, 'm gonna cum-" "Yeah? cum for me baby" getting sloppy with each thrust. reaching your high he continues fucking into you for a little bit more before plopping next to you and kissing you on the cheek

he moved to cuddle you as if he didn't just ruin your insides a second ago, "you okay, babe? need anything? water? snacks?" "im okay baby, maybe later, " you said, hugging him in your arms

this is lowkey bad but who gives a fuck i don't get paid lmao

[illbegottenfaith]

hey!! i loved ur handwritten fic with the notes it was absolutely amazing, do u think u could make a pt 2 of that or just another fic with that format? thank u!! <3

handwritten pt 2 - theo nott x reader

yours and theo's story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - thank you so much for this lovely!! it gave me the motivation I needed to clean up the dribs and drabs I had drafted out so here it is <3 I have plans/ideas for future chapters too (similar format but might not be restricted to just notes 👀) but I'm not sure how long of a series it'll actually end up being. enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a little more angst than the last chapter, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.9k

Saturday, 9.48 pm, The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade

You okay?

Yeah, why?

You’re awfully quiet. And you’ve been staring into your empty butterbeer for the past ten minutes, so either it was terrible or you’re plotting something.

Ha-ha.

You hate this, don’t you?

They’re just not the kind of people I hang out with.

Let’s get out of here.

Are you kidding? This party is for you, Theo.

Look at them. They’re drunk off their tits. No one’s going to mind.

No, stay. I might call it a night soon, though.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Don't worry about me, I’m just not used to hanging out with these kinds of people.

What kind?

I don’t know. Quidditch players. Hooligans. It’s not really my scene.

I didn’t know you felt that way.

I didn’t want to spoil your night.

Listen, it’s getting late. I should probably head back.

Okay. Get your coat, I'll settle the bill.

No, it’s fine, I can pay for my drink. Besides, you should stay.

At least let me walk you back.

Stay. I mean it.

Fine, but I’m paying for your drink. And before you say anything, it’s one lousy butterbeer. Consider it compensation for ruining your evening.

You didn’t ruin my evening. I liked the part when we walked here together. I don’t mind this too much either - scribbling on napkins.

Let me walk you back. Please.

Saturday, 10.19 pm, Ravenclaw Dormitories, Hogwarts

What's with the notebook?

Sorry, Ivan's finally passed out and I don't want to wake him. He hasn't been able to sleep all week, can you imagine? It's that stupid Herbology project - y'know, the one that Katie's been simmering those mandrakes for - I swear, he's so tense in the shoulders. I finally got him to nod off after dinner and it just seems cruel to wake him up and make him go allll the way down to his dorm :(

Fine, but Merlin help you when Katie wakes up and finds him still here. I still can't wrap my head around how much he lets you baby him. He's a Slytherin, for God's sake.

Please, he knew what he was getting himself into. If anything, I think the babying might have been a motivating factor. Anyway, how was the party?

Okay, I think. I kissed him. On the cheek.

YOU'RE going to wake Ivan. Have some goddamn self-control.

OH I KNEW ITTT I knew it the moment he walked into Charms class and you looked up and your eyes met and you lost your tongue and when you looked back he had that shy sort of smile I just KNEW he was going to be so good for you. Because he is, Y/N. He might be the best thing that's happened to you.

Gosh, relax. It's not like it meant anything. What's a little friendly peck between friends here and there? I just did it so he wouldn't follow me back to the castle like a lost puppy. Besides, he's not that perfect.

A real human being with real human flaws? You don't say.

It's hard to explain. He's only being this nice because he knows what he's done.

What has he done?

Some pretty hard-to-forgive stuff. I don't want to get into it right now.

Have you?

Have I what?

Forgiven him.

I don't know. I mean, I see him trying to reach out, but every time, even now, with the party - something stops me from...fully connecting. Something holds me back.

I don't think I have.

Monday, 9.13 am, Charms

Did you get back alright?

Yup.

I wanted to come check, but the guys...

I told you they weren't going to let their guest of honour run off. So how was the rest of the night?

Middling. They started up a game of strip poker when we got back.

Oh.

Allegedly, normal poker was too ordinary for a night as special as that.

You're kidding, right?

Oh my fucking god, you gamble??

Who said the poker had anything to do with gambling?

So you don’t gamble?

I didn’t say that.

Theo.

OUCH enough with the pinching! I've already had ten years too many of it.

I can't help that it's the only way to get you to behave.

I don’t see what the problem is. It’s my money to use as I see fit. Plus, I'm very careful about the people I play with. Merlin knows we have too much anyway.

Unbelievable. Gambling, really? Why not just drop out of Hogwarts and live slot machine to slot machine, huh? Why don't you just set up shop at some casino in Las Vegas?

I'm very confused. Do you want to go to Vegas?

You have the attention span of a fruit fly.

Because that's not a half-bad idea. We could make a whole trip out of it over the summer.

Your friends need to introduce you to more legal forms of recreation. What are you doing Wednesday night?

Nothing yet.

Good. I'm teaching you Exploding Snap.

Isn't that a kid's game?

FUCK I'm SORRY but DO NOT pinch me in the same place twice.

Oh, quit whining. You'll live.

Barely. If you keep this up, I'm going to start sitting far far away from you and those PINCERS you call fingers.

Wednesday, 1.02 pm, Potions

I ran into Katie on the way here and Merlin, she was in hysterics. I'm out of the room for one night and I miss you making out with Loverboy in our dorm??? Geez, at least put a sock on the door.

We were not making out!!! Katie just walked in at an unfortunate time.

Uh-huh.

Look, he was the one who showed up at the window on his broom, drunk out of his mind.

Drunk??

I know! What was he thinking, risking his neck all the way up there at the Ravenclaw dorms?? It was like he didn't even notice too. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but then I opened the window and nope, that was him, and then I screamed and he nearly fell off his broom so I hauled him inside. He practically faceplanted on the floor. I was terrified - I thought he was poisoned or something, but then I tried to prop him up and he had this dopey look on his face and he reeked of firewhiskey. Ugh, it was so annoying. I don’t want to talk about it.

You know what he said to me? After all that?

I thought you didn’t want to talk about this?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Uh-oh. Like a goddamn Looney Tunes character.

Looney Tunes?

Never mind. He was all ‘uh-oh, you’re mad at me’ while I was trying to get him to drink some coffee and I was like yeah, no shit, you look like you’re seconds away from puking all over my dorm. And then he started…he started talking about the party, and me leaving, and how sorry he was he brought me in the first place.

Aww.

I know, right? I felt like crap. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal to him.

Of course it was a big deal. That was him introducing you to his new friends.

Exactly, new friends. What does he want with me?

Y/N, are you daft? Do you not see the way he looks at you? He so clearly cares what you think about his friends.

What on earth are you talking about?

Ivan's on the team so they hang out together sometimes and he says Theo's a lot different around you. He doesn't swear as much, he drops his voice a little and he's extra attentive. Hell, he nearly got into a fight with some dunce in our year over the way that guy was talking about you. Y/N, he obviously cares about you so, so much. Please tell me you didn’t say anything too harsh.

I called the whole lot of them hooligans.

NOOOOO

But t's true!! Have you seen their matches? How they don't rip each other to shreds is beyond me. But I didn't mean that he was like that. Theo could never be like them. He'd play a good, fair, clean game.

Yeah. Sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

You haven't watched a single one of his practices, have you?

No. Should I?

Never mind. What happened next?

That's when things started going downhill. He started trying to remove his shirt because it was so hot from Katie’s blasted simmering pot of mandrakes. I was trying to stop him, only he wasn’t listening, and apparently he gets rather clingy and touchy when he’s, y’know, tipsy, and then…Katie walked in.

Damn.

Of course that's when he decides to sober up, so I look like an idiot while everyone in the room - yes! even him!!! - wants to know what I’m doing in his lap. He was sooooo polite too, as if he hadn’t just rudely breaking-and-entering’d his way into my room. ‘Oh, hello, Y/N. What a tastefully decorated room you have, Y/N. Is there a reason we’re sitting so close, Y/N?’ As if I want to be sitting in his lap!

Right.

Because I don’t.

Okay.

‘Cause that would be so weird.

Mhm.

Like…ew.

Okay, okay. I get it. I believe you.

He wouldn’t even let me get up or anything. Just kept talking to Katie about the weather with his hand on my thigh, casual as ever. I swear, if that teammate of his - what's his name, Mattheo? - hadn't come looking for him, I don't know how I would have gotten him down to his dorm.

What a thriller of a story, from start to finish.

Yeah, well, I could do it with a little less thrill in my life.

Aw, I think it was sweet. That disaster of a party was clearly eating at him.

Yeah. I mean, we're friends. It should bother him if I've had a shitty night, right? But also...we're just friends.

For the record, you're a different person around him too.

Psh. Yeah right.

Different how?

Ivyyyy

Thursday, 3.07 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How’s your hand?

Doing very badly, thank you very much.

I have to say, I didn’t take you to be this sore of a loser.

My fingertips have been singed off. Forgive me if I seem a little sulky.

Aww. Was the kid's game a little too hard for the big, manly, Quidditch player?

You tricked me. You didn't even tell me all of the rules before we started playing.

Oh, come on. You knew enough to play.

But not to win!

Yes, well, I wasn't about to hand you a victory on a silver platter. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be clever, or something. Maybe you're the 'something.'

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing after next week's chess match.

Does it hurt a lot? Your fingers?

For a lesser man? Perhaps. I think I'm dealing with the pain quite well, actually.

So if we didn't have class, you'd be -?

Writhing on the floor of my dorm.

Ah, I see. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

Promises, promises.

But you still had fun, didn’t you?

It is quite the adrenaline rush.

I knew it.

Alas, my fingertips…

Oh, sod off. You always were the biggest drama queen.

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1251 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: University AU!Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: i have been giggling and squealing for the past 20 minutes over how cute and genius the request form is 😭 LIKE ITS SO SMART AND ADORABLE I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. so anyways me and Tsukishima are getting 15 and 25 for breakfast, and then we'll go home to study! || fluffy, members of the same club, first date with crush Tsukki

Tsukishima never subscribed to the tradition of New Year's resolutions. In his mind, why bother setting unrealistic goals for oneself only to be disappointed? Whenever his friends and family asked, never learning their lesson, he would adjust his glasses and say, “Nothing.”, then silently add get saltier 2025. When he entered the gym for the first time after the winter break, however, he had to rethink. You were standing on a little stepladder, struggling to detach the last bit of Christmas decoration you had insisted on hanging on the walls before everyone went home for the holidays. Your chubby tummy looked even softer now bumping out your seasonal sweater.

“You know, if you can’t take them down by yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have put them up in the first place.”, he grumbled.

“Oh, hey, and a happy new year to you, Tsukki!”, you said brightly, turning to him and waving.

His heart did a little jump at the gesture.

Unfortunately, he had fallen for you pretty early on in your career as club manager when you bonded over your mutual hatred of overzealous people and loud obnoxious music played in department stores, and artificial watermelon flavor. He had since imagined you two walking across campus hand in hand, sharing more things to despise together. But in order to do that, he had to ask you out first. A hurdle he decided to take this year.

In his first draft of a date idea, he wanted to invite you out to dinner, but that was strongly vetoed by his wallet. Thus, a simple coffee would have to do for now. He shifted slightly, tapping the tip of his shoe on the floor to find an angle with which to direct the conversation where he needed it. Lucky for him, you did it yourself, although not in a way he hoped.

“Mikoshiba asked me out over Christmas, by the way.”

Tsukishima grimaced. He hated both the thought and the easy-going redhead, who all too much reminded him of the former Nekoma captain.

“Ah.”, he said, looking at a despicably jolly Santa bauble in the box sat on the top of the stepladder. An internal battle between wanting to ask for details and immediately smack-talking the other guy rose in his chest. Again, you made it easy for him.

“I didn’t go, though.”

“Hm. How come?”

You finally got the end of the garland off the wall, with no help from the tall boy, who could have grabbed it without effort.

He was met with a shrug.

“Not really my type. And he asked me out for coffee, which, I dunno, just feels pretty uninspired for a first date. I get that it’s a classic, but I wouldn’t mind some creativity.”, you hopped back onto the floor, “Plus, cafés around here are super overpriced.”

“Right.”

After trying your best to stuff the long prickly decoration into the box, you went to put it all away and, looking over your shoulder, you saw that he hadn’t moved from his spot next to the ladder where you left him.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him was off today. More so than usual. Box in your arms, you came to a halt in front of a closed door. You turned on your heel, tilting your head in question.

“Could you open the door to the supply closet, please?”, you asked sweetly, since there was no indication he would be coming to your aid. He seemed deep in thought.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.”

It only took him three steps with those long legs to reach you. Before he pushed down the door handle, however, he said, “There is a limited New Year’s hot bun out at the convenience store.”

You blinked in confusion.

“Okay?”

“It’s one with sweet potato noodles and stuff. You like those.”

“I… I do. Thanks, I’ll check it out.”

The door remained closed, his hand still on the handle.

“There is a two-for-one sale.”, he went on after a pause.

You frowned, so completely lost as to the point of this conversation because it was obviously not informing you of a banging sale. “... Nice.”

He suppressed an impatient click of his tongue. This was going horribly, how dense could someone be?

“We can go together.”, he said.

“Alright…?”

“Like… today. I’m going there now anyway. I wouldn’t mind if you came along.”

“Uhm. Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna open this door any time soon or…”

“Right.”

Tsukki didn’t speak much with you as you headed to the convenience store. He pointed out a dog in a sweater for no reason at all and then went silent again. You still couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to come with him. Usually, he avoided any unnecessary social situation and in your opinion, this was as unnecessary as it got. You were roughly 94 percent sure he could handle getting the buns by himself.

“We should just eat here while we’re at it.”, he said as the glass doors slid open.

Maybe he had trouble with his roommate again and wanted to prolong going home, you speculated. In that case, you were pretty touched that he preferred your company over having none at all.

Food was gathered and warmed up and you took the two free seats at the small wooden table by the onigiri shelf. Watching you struggle to open a can of soda for a few seconds he took it from you with a surprisingly gentle, “Here. Let me.” then set it back down in front of you.

“Thanks.”

You ate in silence. Some current chart songs were coming from the overhead radio and you lightly bobbed your head along as you bit happily into the delicious hot bun. Tsukki placed a fried dumpling he had picked out as well on the plastic lid of your open container. “Try these. They’re good.”

“Famks.”, you mumbled through stuffed cheeks of sweet potato noodles and stuff, then eyed him suspiciously as you swallowed.

Either he was trying to discreetly poison you or, “Tsukki… is … is this a date?”

“What? No.”, he said quickly and lowered his head when the store clerk looked over.

“Oh okay. Just making sure.” You went back to the food, spearing the dumpling with your chopsticks but keeping an eye on him.

“If it were, it would be definitely more creative than a café though, right?”

You paused midair to your bite.

“So this is a date.”

“Yes. - No. I dunno. Don’t make it weird, okay?”

You slowly spun the dumpling around, studying Tsukki’s pink ear tips.

Never in a million years would you have guessed that this guy, who never had a nice word for anyone and less enthusiasm than a snail on a Sunday afternoon, could ever ask you out.

You considered him for a moment. He was pretty cute the way he avoided your gaze now. It was worth a try.

“Do you… like jazz?”

Tsukki squinted at you in disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you?”, he furrowed his brow but was unable to hide a relieved chuckle in there.

“Well, it was getting awkward so when in doubt, Bee Movie to the rescue.”, you laughed in your defense.

He finally cracked a proper smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Agh, okay, the next date is going to be better, I swear.”

You both nodded and grinned quietly at your dumplings, then continued to eat.

a/n: 🥺🥺🥺 dear anon, thank you so so much for that sweet message and I apologize about the delay! I hope you enjoyed this story nonetheless 🌟

Also borrowing Mikoshiba for this aka the only straight character from Free!

[anomaly-076]

Sho Haizono x fem!reader x Leo Kurosagi - Friends, not lovers

‧₊˚✿Masterlist✿˚₊‧

♦ I've had this in my drafts for a while, so I think it's about the time to allow this idea to see the light of day :D ♦

Word count: Uhhh... Not sure, but it's on the longer side(?)

!!! Adult content ahead - MDNI !!!

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On the rare days when Leo decides to actually attend his classes, you and him end up walking together since you're from the same house. That still doesn't mean that he will be nice to you though.

"Ugh, you're always so pissy like... You need to get laid or something..." as always he finds any reason to insult you.

"Hah, yeah... Like you get any..." you shoot back.

"Do you actually think that would work? Haha... If I wasn't so considerate, you wouldn't be able to sleep each night." Leo rolls his eyes.

"Mhm... And yet whenever I see you with someone, it's only Sho and never anyone else..." you say flatly while curiously looking at the ghoul, looking for any reaction.

Leo doesn't answer and only sharply exhales. He's most likely just over the topic of your conversation, but you can tell that your insinuation that he might be sleeping with his best friend, made him uncomfortable. Seems like that would be a good way to teach him to leave you and your bedroom life alone, so you push further, "Are you sleeping with Sho?"

In response, the ghoul's face turns red and contorts into the most disgusted expression you've ever seen, "What the fuck are you even saying?! Of course I don't!"

"Hm... Idunno... Seems kinda sus to me~!" you sing in a mocking tone, one which he's used countless times on you.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" he shoves you with one hand and storms off.

  ⋆˚✿˖°

Since that day of your less-than-friendly banter with Leo, you couldn't help yourself but to give Leo a suspicious looks whenever you saw him somewhere alone with Sho and nobody else around. Understandably, the influencer ghoul responded either by sticking up his middle finger at you or by glaring.

On one hand you felt bad for dragging Sho into this, because he's been nothing but nice to you, but on the other, it was really funny to see Leo have his day ruined by you.

  ⋆˚✿˖°

"Hey, got something I need to talk to you about." about a month into your teasing, Sho approaches you in the garages.

You knew this would eventually happen. Sho was bound to catch on or Leo telling him, so you nod.

"Let's go somewhere more private, though..." he turns on his heel and starts walking to his room.

You anxiously follow him while rehearsing the reason as to why you're making them hanging out weird.

Sho opens the door, leaving it wide open for you and struts into the middle of his room, quickly turning back to you. You still can't gauge whether he's mad or not.

Keeping up a few steps behind him, you blindly reach for the door to slam behind you, not even looking in its way.

"Listen... It's not about you. It's about Le-" you start your explanation, but are cut off by Sho, "I know why you're doing it. He told me everything."

"Uh, then wh-" you're confused, but this time it's Leo, who was hiding behind you the whole time, interrupting you, "Oh, we just figured that you might be jealous that we're not including you."

"J-jealous?" you try to wrap you head around this turn of events.

"Why else would you keep it up for so long, hm?" Sho smirks with his hands folded over his chest and steps closer to you to run his fingers alongside your jawline, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze.

You're speechless. You don't know yourself. It's not like Leo's reactions didn't get lesser overtime. Maybe they are right?

"Mhm... But since we're so nice, we'll let you join us this time." Leo nuzzles his face into the back of your head, his hands running up and down your hips.

"Hu-w-hat?" his words startle you, making you turn your head to look at the smaller ghoul to see if he's joking.

"S' just one-time offer, so don't worry if you don't like it." a chuckle leaves Sho, who steps even closer to you, ultimately sandwiching you between him and his best friend.

"Course, if you don't want to, you can always leave, but don't think this opportunity'll come again." Leo disinterestedly looks away, checking his nails.

Your eyes flicker between the two ghouls. Sho towers over you, and only now you realise how much you want to kiss him.

"Ugh, fuck it..." you mumble and pull the taller ghoul in for a kiss. His lips are so soft, you kinda wish you'd gotten yourself into this situation sooner.

While the two of you are staling each other's breath with a kiss that only turns more and more passionate, Leo's hands start undoing the shirt of your uniform.

Once your chest is fully on display Sho finally pulls away, so he can trail more kisses down your neck and to the newly exposed part of you.

His hands pull your tits out of your bra and knead them with practiced motions from working dough in his food truck. Whenever his skin makes contact with you nipples, you can't help gut gasp out at the slight friction.

Your own hands fly to tug at his hair, to which he responds with soft grunts and moving to suck one of the peaks into his mouth, running his tongue over it in circular motions. The sensation making you throw your head back and moan.

"Hey, you two! Are you gonna fuck over there or are you gonna move here?" Leo calls out, bringing you back to reality.

Sho lets go of your nipple and picks you up with a smirk like you weigh nothing, carrying you to his bed. Meanwhile Leo sheds his brown blazer and kicks off his shoes, moving up on the bed until he's comfortably seated against the headboard.

The ghoul sets you gently on the bed and his hands move to undo his tie. You follow suit, fully taking off the unbuttoned shirt.

A snooty cough draws your attention to the other ghoul. "Hm... I believe you still owe me something like an apology."

With a sigh you turn around and get on your knees, glaring at him as he spreads his legs to give you more space. He's already hard enough to form a tempting bulge in his pants, which he doesn't show any sign of helping you to free.

As you're undoing Leo's belt and freeing his boner, Sho moves behind you, nudging your legs slightly more apart so he can fit between them. His warm hands move to lift the skirt of your uniform to show to reveal your underwear, "Hah... Don't you girls usually wear shorts or something under these things? Or did you actually hope for something like this?" he teases.

You don't even manage to respond before he starts running his fingers over the thin layer of fabric, making your beginning wetness soak into it. The sound of different belt buckle tells you that he's undoing his own pants.

"You're taking too long! Just get to it already!" Leo commands you in authoritative tone, which despite his best attempt turns into a whine towards the end.

Rolling your eyes, you finally pull his hard member out and bring your face closer, effectively arching your back and presenting your ass to Sho even more.

Just a few pumps of your hands around the smaller ghoul's shaft makes him already whine out and his hips involuntarily move against your hand.

Sho, on the other hand finally frees himself and starts teasing your folds with his tip over the fabric until it almost turns transparent from your juices.

Only after you decide to take Leo into your mouth, he moves the soaked fabric aside and plunges his cock into you.

You moan around Leo's dick, which in turn makes him whine. You hate to admit it, but the influencer's voice doesn't sound as bad while being at your mercy, despite thinking the opposite.

"Haah... fuck..." Sho breathes out after bottoming out, gripping onto your ass and massaging it. "You're so fucking tight it... Makes me wish I'd fucked you sooner..." he starts to pick up speed.

"Haha... Ngh~! Told you...Ugh~... Might be her-ha~! F-first ina-in a long time... I-if ever!" Leo tries to mock you, but the constant wavering of his voice and soft mewls ultimately ruin the effect.

"Tch... You-you're twitching so mu-much already... Go-gonna cum already?" you pull of of Leo's happy member and challenge him.

The remark earns you a sharp spank to each of your ass cheeks from Sho, "Both of you... If you don't shut up...!"

Taking Leo back into your mouth, you can't help but chuckle, which sends vibrations around the smaller ghoul's length. "Ah-! Hah-! Nngh~! D-don't do that again!" he cries out, clearly holding himself back from finishing too soon.

You comply for now, but still look up at Leo with as much of a wicked grin as you can muster up to let him know that he is completely at your mercy from then on.

"Mh..." Sho clearly enjoys the view he has, but still chooses to use his hands to spread your cheeks to watch himself disappearing into your hole and how the milky rim around his dick starts to overflow and drip down the rest of your pussy.

As much as he hates to admit it to himself, it's also been a while for him and so he's approaching his release faster than he'd like, too.

The cook's thumb moves to glide in circles over your clit thanks to your running wetness, bringing you also closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N... Not gonna last long in this amazing pussy." Sho pants out, his pace getting sloppier and his attack on your clit getting more rapid.

You would answer him that you're close too if it weren't for Leo, who was at this point desperately face fucking you with the sweetest 'Ah! Ah! Ah!'s.

It doesn't take long until you're clenching around Sho's dick, milking him for all he's got while your eyes roll back as the long-missed feeling washes over you.

Both of the ghouls pull out of you almost simultaneously, with Sho finishing onto his bed between your thighs, and Leo trying to cum all on your face, but having pulled out a bit too late, only managed to get a good one or two ropes of it around your mouth.

As you're all catching your breaths it's quiet, save for the chatter and clatter from to garages outside Sho's room.

"I might actually take back that thing I said about the one-time offer... Gonna need this pussy around me more often." the taller ghoul gets off the bed to clean himself up before helping you.

"Yeah... But you might wanna do something about your technique..." Leo sighs blissfully and immediately follows with a snooty remark.

"Oh okay, I'll just bite it off the next time." you shrug and wipe off the cum off your face with a tissue from Sho's nightstand.

[sierrale8ne]

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER SEVEN

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

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kalena speakss 🪽! this is a filler chapter, everything starts to ramp up and get more messy (as if it isn’t already) starting next chapter ;)

June 2025 — New York City, New York

“Don’t even bring that up, oh my God.” Rickea laughs, reaching one of her long arms over to slap at my knee.

Rickea, Cameron, and I sit soundly in the green room, makeup placed deliberately on our faces. We played the Liberty last night, in a game with an outcome I would rather forget than talk about.

But today, after the team hopped on the first charter back to LA, we had a date with GQ. They called it The Teammates Quiz, and we were given the honor of being the first women’s sports team with the opportunity. I thought it was a cool idea, a game that I would certainly win because I know my teammates well.

However, it seems like these two know me just as well because they are airing my business out to everybody in this room right now. Well, maybe not all of it, but close enough. 

“Kea, you fell on your face in the middle of downtown LA. I’m with P, I’m so bringing it up.” Cameron laughs.

“I was drunk!”

“You were more sober than P. And she drinks like a man going through a divorce.” I instantly pull back from my makeup artist, looking over at my teammate incredulously.

“I do not!” I attempt to defend. “You two insisted on buying drinks after the draft, not me.”

Cameron, who’s seconds away from bursting out in tears of laughter, speaks up through her ragged breaths. “You got so drunk you were making out with random girls in the club.”

“Least I ain’t fall on concrete in the middle of LA.” I laugh, sitting back in my seat and allowing Joanna to get back to doing my makeup. I let her and Brittany take control of my look, they know best after all. 

You would think with the way the three of us all talk to each other that our on court chemistry is terrible, but it’s the complete opposite. Probably why GQ asked us to do this little segment today. I cut my attention back to my teammates when Rickea’s voice cuts through the air again.

“Have you talked to Raye lately?”

The way she asks it seems skeptical. Like she knows something, or is suspicious of something and I can’t pick up why. We’ve been keeping our friendship pretty cordial— at least to our friends and in public.

Maybe Maraye told her about the kiss. Maybe Maraye told her literally nothing, and Rickea is just trying to pry as she does often.

“Uh yeah, we hung out a few nights ago.” I respond, so lucky that Joanne is angling my head in the opposite direction, successfully hiding my growing red face from my teammates. “She’s pretty cool.”

Which isn’t a lie, we did hang out a few nights ago. Only my lips start tingling whenever I think about it. I swear I can taste her still on them all these hours later; like a mix of every single dessert on the planet. So damn sweet. I wonder if she always tasted like that, or if she tasted different elsewhere. 

And yes, Maraye is pretty cool. Pretty funny, pretty smart, pretty talented, pretty. So fucking pretty.

I’m realizing now that three days has been too damn long. To see her damn near everyday, then not at all for a week, then again in which I end up with my tongue down her throat. To not have been within inches of her for 72 fucking hours has me going just a bit crazy.

“I didn’t know y’all were hanging out.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to tell you that.” I fire back too quickly. It makes it seem defensive, and it’s not. I have nothing to hide. 

Well yeah I do, but I think I’m pretty good at hiding it.

“Paige.” Cam says, cutting into the conversation awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me you did something stupid.”

I slouch back in my seat and Brittany, who I swore just magically spawned behind me, slaps my shoulder telling me to sit up. “I didn’t! You guys can’t ever just trust me.” I laugh.

“‘Cause you get caught doing stupid shit!” Rickea explains.

“Caught?”

“Caught? Again?”

“You haven’t seen twitter?”

Those four words always make my heart beat out of my chest. The internet is cool when it comes to me, out of pocket sure, but cool. But on the off occasion that they aren’t, it’s because they are either making shitty posts about what i’m doing on the court, writing think pieces, or minding my business rather than their own. I’m assuming, in context to Maraye, that it’s the latter.

“The fuck happened this time.” I ask with a huff. The first time, I had gotten too comfortable at the club. Which was admittedly my own drunken fault. The second time I was trending because people swore up and down I was making goo-goo eyes at Taylor Rooks. Which I was, she’s absolutely unreal. And now here we are.

Cameron is the one who looks first, and by the look of her face I assume it’s pretty telling. Rickea hands me her phone. I take it, slightly shaking and I don’t know why. 

My eyes are stuck to the screen, and it’s four pictures. I’m not sure who took them, but Maraye has reached A-list status and I forget the Paps are everywhere when it comes to her. 

The first is us leaving the bar in Atlanta. Maraye’s head isn’t in the shot, she’s busy hopping into the backseat of our uber, but mine is. It’s very obviously me, my signature braids down the side of my face rather than in the usual ponytail. My hand is stuck comfortably in the pocket of my zip up while the other holds the door open for her.

The second photo is from when we’re seated at Waffle house. I’m showing all 32 while Maraye talks, and it makes us look like a fucking couple. Her arms rest on the table, head slightly tilted. From the angle, again, you can’t see all her face but her side profile is obvious. Anyone could point it out and recognize her.

But it’s the last two that make us look the most guilty. My arm draped over her shoulder is very incriminating. She held her pink lemonade flavored slushee in her hand, looking up at me. One more swipe and I’m looking at myself paying for those two slushee’s. It doesn’t help that my jacket from earlier that night is now zipped up over her body. 

‘Paige Bueckers and Maraye Carter in atl this weekend 😲’  Reads the tweet. It’s messy, even more when I scroll further and see people putting pieces together. The replies are full of videos from opening night, screenshots of my recent activity in her instagram likes, and of course, of course, someone had to have seen me in my seat at her concert.

It looks bad. I would say worse than it is, but it all doesn’t even scratch the surface. 

“We just friends.” I mumble, I wouldn’t be surprised if my nose grew a centimeter or two. “Y’know how people get.”

I hand Rickea her phone back. She’s the one I should be scared off, Cameron has been done with my relationship issues since I first met her as kids. But Kea? After the talk about leaving Maraye alone, and how I know better, and how I don’t need to get hurt. I’m terrified that I’m about to get caught.

“Has she seen these?”

“Ion know.” She responded. “Probably. But If you two are jus’ friends’, then don’t sweat it. Hollywood moves fast.”

Really fast. 

—

June 2025 — Los Angeles, California 

“You’re literally a fan, shut up.” I joke at the blonde sitting besides me.

She’s messily scarfing down her chipotle bowl as we sit in her car. The windows are tinted nicely and my album shuffles through her speakers, even though she swears up and down that she didn’t add it to her library.

“Am not.”

“Yeah yeah, pinocchio.”

It’s my first time seeing her since the night in my condo, and it’s awkward. Which is weird because Paige and I have never been awkward together. Everything was always smooth, fluid, when it came to her. But now I don’t know what to say.

I blame it on the kiss.

It should’ve never happened. She knows that, I know that. Even then I don’t regret it. 

I’ve never in my life had feelings for a woman before, until now. And it’s so weird because I think I still have feelings for Julian too. It’s not the same thing though. Julian is perfect for me. Good job, family man, tall, handsome, the most gorgeous and perfect curly hair I’ve ever seen. Then there’s Paige, and she just might be perfect for me too. Work oriented, funny, insanely smart even though I tell her she’s not. 

So I sit silent in her passenger seat, not a clue in the world of what I should say to her. She makes me nervous, she makes the bottom of my stomach twist up whenever I look at her and see those beautiful blue eyes. I shouldn’t feel that way, I know that. But damn does she make it hard.

“Maraye?”

“Yeah?”

Paige chuckles, reaching over to wipe a bit of Vinaigrette from my lip. “I said ‘you good?’”

I nod and my head moves slightly away from her reach. “Yeah. Why?” I ask, taking a generous bit from my burrito.

“Because you’re sittin’ there all quiet.” She explains. “I know we kissed and all that but I ain’t think you would stop bein’ cool around me.” She says in an attempt to ease the atmosphere, the obvious tension that bounces off walls.

“It’s not that.” I mumble.

She puts the lid on her bowl, reaching towards the back seat to drop the trash in the brown chipotle bag. When she turns back to face me, I get a great look at her for the first time all night. Her hair is in a messy bun, strands slightly framing her face.

“Then what is it, Raye?” Paige slouches in the seat. “‘Cause don’t get me wrong, I feel some typa way about you but we’re friends first—”

“I wanna kiss you again.” I blurt out. It’s word vomit, like I can’t help but tell her how badly I want her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth. Hands on my waist, my ass, in my hair. 

She laughs, and I pray to God she’s not laughing at me. “That’s why you can’t talk to me anymore?”

“I wanna kiss you, but I know how wrong that is. I have a boyfriend, and everyone already thinks something is going on here.” My finger gestures between the both of us.

“You saw the pictures?” Paige cuts me off. Her hand slips forward to grab her phone.

“Did you?”

“Kea showed me them yesterday.”

We sit in silence. I’m trying to process her response. 

“Did, uh, did Julian see them?” She asks.

Shit. Julian. It seems like I’m constantly forgetting about him whenever I’m with her. Always. I’m such a fucking asshole. 

“No, I-I didn’t show him. I don’t think I needed to.” I explain through my stutter. He didn’t need to see them. One, because it wasn’t anything serious. The photos made Paige and I look bad, sure, but there was nothing to worry about. It would only make me and him argue, and we do enough of that already.

“Good.” She nods. “He probably shouldn’t anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know I really wanna kiss you too.” Paige says. I thought that was it. The kiss happened once, and we were back to being friends. Being normal.

“Paige—”

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

“P, quit it.”

“I keep thinking about how you taste. Like all day. And I shouldn’t, I know that, but you make it fuckin’ impossible.” The blonde sighs. Her eyes fall shut like it’s painful, painful to not kiss me. 

I shake my head, hoping that it’s enough for her to stop talking about it. “Paige, you and I are friends. That’s it. I have a boyfriend, and you’re not a home wrecker. We aren’t doing that again.”

She goes quiet. Then her eyes open and she turns back towards the wheel. It’s 10:30 at night and she has a game in the morning. Paige’s hips raise slightly to fix her sweatpants. A pulse races through me when it happens. 

“You understand? We can’t.” I ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, just friends.” Paige says.

I want to believe her. I really do. But the look in her eyes tells me I shouldn’t. Those blue orbs I know so well are suddenly a deep color, pupils wide. She slightly bites the corner of her lip, staring at me like I could run away.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I push at her shoulder, a chuckle escaping my lips. “I’m serious. No kissing, no flirting. I’m not a cheater, P. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I know, I know. I won’t.” She responds. “But if it happens?” Paige leans into me again. Her hand flicking a curl away from my face before playing with it. She stares at me with intensity.

“It won’t.”

“If it does, I’m not apologizing for it.”

And then she pulls back, sitting in her seat and pulling her seatbelt over her body. She turns the engine on without even a second thought.

I sit there speechless, burrito growing cold between my hands. And I know, without a doubt, no matter how badly I want to hold out and follow through on my promise.

Paige is dangerous, and I don’t think I have it in me.

She’s gonna win. Again.

[atsumwah]

"if you had to pick"

featuring : daichi, oikawa, kita

includes : fluff

notes : this has been in my drafts for way too long ahhh

☆ SAWAMURA DAICHI

practice was over and you guys still had some time left so why not play a game?

tanaka had roped everyone to sit in a circle and play truth or dare so here you were

it was your turn and obviously, not wanting to do some stupid dare by him, chose truth

"if you had to pick between all of us, who would be the best boyfriend?" tanaka asked

you didn't even hesitate on that. "daichi, for sure."

you had a little crush on him, sure, but then again maybe that was too fast

that earned a few hollers and mischievous looks coming from your friends, especially your trouble making juniors.

"oh and why's that?" noya asked with a wink.

you try your best to change the subject but everyone seemed interested in your answer

including daichi who was sporting a blush

"well he's already boyfriend material. a good brother, an even amazing captain, not to mention a real gentleman —" it was your turn to blush when you caught yourself rambling "—so yeah theoretically that's the most obvious answer. okay next"

thankfully it went to someone else and you sighed in relief when the spotlight was off you

after hanging out , you made your way home but you were stopped by daichi himself

"you know if you want, you could see if your theory was true," he said smoothly but you could see a hint of blush on his cheeks as he spoke

☆ OIKAWA TOORU

you knew something would happen when you hung out with the four of them

it was your monthly movie night with the boys so you're all at oikawa's house this time

you still made time for each other despite your schedule

iwaizumi claimed the single arm chair, makki and mattsun sat on the floor and you were seated next to oikawa on the couch

you didn't mind though, maybe some part of you was hoping you were seated next to your crush

you were watching a movie about these friends having a backup husband/wife and makki got really interested in the idea.

it's not a surprise when he stopped mid movie to ask you guys

well, technically, ask you

"say y/n if you had to pick one of us to be your backup, who would it be?"

you looked around them before answering. "oikawa"

said setter looked at you in surprise while makki had this mischievous look in his eyes.

"oh do tell us more."

"he's gonna go pro right?" was the first thing that came to your head aside from the obvious fact you had a crush on him. "might as well marry the rich."

"so you'd marry him for money?"

"and the good looks" you joked before continuing.

"KIDDING but he's actually sweet and I think he'd make a great backup husband"

cue awwing from makki and oikawa subtly hiding his blush

"okay but what makes you think he would want you as his backup" mattsun chipped in

and immediately all eyes were on the man of the hour

you knew it was a silly game but you'd hope he'd pick you

oikawa looked around and cleared his throat before answering.

"well obviously not y/n"

you rolled your eyes at that but deep down that kind of hurt

"why would I have you as my backup when I could have you now?"

say what

you whipped your head towards him and saw how he's blushing

"she's totally gonna reject you now, dude."

☆ KITA SHINSUKE

it is no secret that kita is the perfect gentleman

that is the only reason being inarizaki's manager is so bearable

and you know the humongous crush you had on him helped too

anyway

you were filling up some forms for the team and they were hanging out near you, literally just wasting time and suna decides to ask you questions

and suna just casually goes "y/n if you had to pick one of us to date who would it be?"

"kita."

he didn't stop there

"pick someone who'd you kiss?"

"pick someone you'd kill for?"

"pick someone who'd you cook and clean for"

"look, i'll save you some time. if kita is an option, i pick kita." you said, clearly distracted and not knowing said captain was just behind you blushing like hell

atsumu had other ideas cue evil laugh

"ah, so you have a crush on him huh?"

"isn't that obvious." you retorted.

"it wasn't obvious to me."

you froze. literally frozen on the spot as kita comes up from behind you.

earth please swallow me whole

"oh haha it was a dumb games anyways let's forget about it."

"ah, shame. because I'd do all those things only for you too."

cue sneaky teasing kita

also cue you short circuiting

safe to say this was just the beginning

reblogs are appreciated luvss <3

[harbours-lighthouse]

SHATTERED STARLIGHT

— PAIRING: Cal Kestis x F!Reader

— SUMMARY: It's difficult to say the words that you know can ruin everything, but you're hanging by a thread. You need Cal to hear you, but will he listen?

— A/N: I'm just feeding you guys my old drafts that I'm going through and finishing...anyway. I love Cal, but if you've played the games...then you'll also know he's a bit of an emotional guy that shuts down around others when he's stuck inside his head - or lashes out (especially is Jedi: Survivor). So, I wanted to play around with the idea of Reader running out of patience and willpower to keep up with Cal's depressive state, and the argument that transpires between them because of it. Hope you enjoy! (I listened to Searows the entire time I wrote this, so that definitely amped up the angst for me lol).

content tags: angst, arguments, no use of y/n, just overall...sadness, minute amounts of comfort :)) wc: 2.4k

Rain taps against your scalp, the sky spitting sharp rain that leaves you shivering beneath the layers of wool and leather you’re wearing. Thunder rolls in the distance, but it’s not lightning that charges the air around you. Instead, it’s the pair of expectant green eyes trained on you as Cal stands at the top of the Mantis’ ramp with BD-1 sitting on his shoulder, and the stifling silence between the two of you.

You’re standing on the landing pad, feet rooted to the ground. Your fingers are shaking at your sides, and you know that’s not because of the cold.

The silence stretches, painful and slow like putty, and you know you’re the one who will have to say the first word. Otherwise you’ll both stand here in silence. Unmoving. Falling apart without saying anything.

“Cal,” you swallow thickly, fingers flexing at your sides. “I know you don’t want me to go, but...I can’t stay here.” 

With you, is what you want to tack on, but you know that’ll be a nail in a coffin, something that will sear itself into Cal’s memory as something unforgivable. You wait, hoping he’ll say something. BD-1 trills quietly, obsidian-glass eyes zipping between you and the red-head. 

Cal looks at you with flickering eyes, seafoam irises wandering across your face rapidly. You have the sinking feeling in your chest that he’s trying not to stare at one thing, because that just might let the burn settle in and the tears start gathering.

You breathe out a trembling sigh, keeping your chin up despite yourself.

Cal shifts, brows flinching inward. You watch as his Adam’s Apple bobs, hands moving to sit heavily on his hips. His gaze slides to the floor, before he shrugs his shoulders. You don’t expect the way his voice cuts out. 

“I—I don’t understand why.” 

You bite back the immediate retort that forms on your tongue. 

You should know. You should understand. 

Instead, you settle with something quieter.

“Maybe you won’t understand—not yet anyway—but I have to do this.” 

Cal scoffs harshly, and you wince knowing that it wasn’t the right thing to say—not to Cal. He wants answers. He always has. To deny him that is to wake up the injustice that burns inside his chest. The betrayal that’s been sitting with him since the Order fell. 

You open your mouth, hoping you might smooth out the ripple you’ve caused, but Cal beats you to it.

“It’s not that hard to tell me why you want to leave. You know? You’re leaving behind the crew, leaving behind—” 

He cuts himself off, jaw clenching as he looks away from you quickly. BD-1 whines, and you see the way Cal briefly glances at the droid with something that could be called reassuring, but it’s overshadowed by something else that has your gut knotting itself. 

“What is it, Cal?” You ask softly, hoping he’ll talk to you like he used to—without anything barring him from telling you what’s sitting on his mind so heavily. But that hope has long since buried itself. You and Cal haven’t talked to each other like you used to in months. There’s no honesty. No transparency. No desire to have someone—even just one singular person—know everything that’s going on inside your head. 

No, somewhere along the line, Cal has severed that sort of communication between the two of you. You know it’s because of what he does—his fight against the Empire. You know that it’s slowly consuming him, and that it’s torn him away from you. 

You’ve wanted to help him—so much so that you’ve been running yourself into the ground. But there’s only so much you can do when someone doesn’t want to let you in—doesn’t want to give you a glimpse of the tempest raging inside of themselves. 

“Forget it,” Cal mutters, his voice strained. His face is tense, brows furrowed deeply.

“No,” you say, stepping forward. You don’t mean to—in fact, you want to run. “I don’t want to just ‘forget it’. I want to know what you’re thinking, Cal. I always do—” 

“Then why are you leaving?!” Cal hisses through gritted teeth, and you nearly mistake it for anger. It isn’t, and that realisation hits you like a rampaging bantha.

It’s grief. 

“Because you don’t tell me!” You cry. “I ask you what’s wrong and all I get is this cold front. I don’t need the Force to feel you shutting me out—which is pretty kriffin’ cruel after all that we’ve gone through together—” 

“Like what?” Cal scoffs, palms outstretched. “We’ve gone through as much as the next person. Everyone who’s fighting in the Rebellion goes through the same thing—” 

You point a finger at him, “That’s bantha fodder and you know it.” 

The red-head’s jaw clenches, eyes snapping away from you like you’re blinding him. Something that burns. Inside, you can hear yourself screaming.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! 

You trade weight on your hips, fidgeting as the lump in your throat aches, feeling like a pebble lodged inside your esophagus. It’s getting harder and harder to keep yourself together. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to curse—I shouldn’t, I just—” 

“Just what?” Cal asks, and you hate how his voice wavers, only a breath away from a whisper that you might not have caught. But you’re attuned to Cal like a pilot is to a plane. A jedi to a lightsaber. 

You inhale sharply. Rain slaps against your cheeks.

“I can’t do this,” you murmur, waving a weak hand between you and Cal. It’s not just physical space, anymore. It’s everything in between, and it’s leaving you cold. 

“Do what?” 

“This,” you stress, “this whole thing where I try to talk to you and you won’t let me. This wall you’ve built—” 

“I haven’t built any walls,” Cal says softly.

You might’ve scoffed if it didn’t feel like your lungs were collapsing in on themselves. It feels harder to breathe with the weight that’s sitting on your chest, and you wonder if maybe it really would have been a better idea to have just left without saying anything. Maybe leave a note behind, but other than that? You could’ve left without a word. No argument. No tears.

Nothing. 

But you’re not that kind of person, and no matter how much this hurts, you know you have to tell Cal. You can’t up and leave and not give the one person that’s been with you since the beginning a head’s up. That’s even more cruel than the torture you’ve been put through for the last few months.

Your attention is grabbed by BD-1 as he tilts his head between the two of you, and you inwardly shrivel at the low, saddened beep he whines, before settling closer to Cal’s nape. 

Cal shakes his head, feet shifting.  “I’m not shutting you out. I talk to you—” 

“No, you don’t,” you refute, and the back of your eyes are burning. Your voice wobbles; you’re tearing yourself apart from the inside, but the strings that link you to Cal means he’s feeling the same shred of flesh and sinew. Bile rises up the back of your throat, hot and gross, and you glance away briefly, sucking down air that feels sharp. 

“You don’t,” you struggle to speak, the words small as they seemingly fall to the floor. “You’ve entirely closed yourself off from me…me, Cal.”

“So leaving is going to fix this?” 

“Yes.”

It’s as if your words echoed inside a large cave, silencing everything else. But it had only been a desperate murmur, something said quietly with far too much emotion behind it. 

You hate how Cal sucks in a trembling breath, and how BD-1 hides his glass eyes into Cal’s copper hair. Resignation falls over the two of you, and you wish you could shoo it away as easily as a flock of birds. But it sits heavily, weighing down the air, and you can almost swear that it’s pulling the rain down faster too, stabbing into your skin like cold shards of ice.

This might just be the end of it.

“I—” you swallow, chest shivering as you inhale, “I think I need to leave for a bit. Just get some…space. Do my own thing for a bit.” 

Cal’s eyes find yours, seafoam quivering like a still pond that’s been disturbed by a rock—one that you’ve thrown…though maybe it’s because you needed something to happen. Movement. A response.

Anything. 

You watch as Cal blinks rapidly, fists clenched by his sides. You can’t tell through the rain if he’s crying, but the way he can barely look at you for a second confirms it all for you, anyway.

“Okay,” he whispers, and that singular word steals all the air from your lungs. 

“O-Okay?” You parrot, voice catching on the word like you can’t fathom how easy that was. You thought he’d argue more, maybe yell—though when you think about it, he doesn’t yell at you. He never has, and you can’t truly see him doing that.

Not even now. 

Cal swallows hard, nodding his head shortly. “Yeah, okay. I…if you need to go, then...” 

Your throat throbs, and your heart is punching against your ribs. BD-1 perks up, large head balanced on his thin metal neck as he looks quickly between you and Cal.

You can’t stop the way your vision blurs with tears as BD-1 trills sadly, body sagging as he realises what’s happened. Cal gives the droid a weak smile, murmuring, ‘it’s okay, buddy.’ 

You quickly swipe away the tear that drops down your cheek, but it doesn’t matter anyway with the rain. A chill slithers up your spine, and you shake even harder.

“Where are you gonna go?” Cal asks, and you can tell that it pains him to say it. 

“I don’t know yet,” you admit. “Probably catch a ride to Naboo.” 

“There’s a lot of Imperial activity there—” 

“I know,” you sigh, blinking away tears as your chin dips down. “I know. There’s something I need to do there.” 

“Like what?” 

You lift your head, fighting the quiver in your chin, and give Cal a strained smile. 

“Nothing important. Not yet anyway.”

Silence follows, broken only by the sound of rain slapping against the Mantis, and your heavy, sob-choked breaths. 

Cal shifts on his feet again, a restless habit you know he has when he’s upset.

“You’ll still stay in contact, right?” He asks, and there’s a glimmer of hope seeping into his voice that you don’t dare stomp out. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’ll keep in contact as much as I can.” 

Cal’s chest visibly deflates, though his stance remains tense, rigid.

There’s more that you want to say. A thousand words, really, but they stay unsaid, and your chest is aching as if your heart has imploded inside your ribs. Maybe if your stomach lurches again and you vomit up the turmoil wrestling inside you—you might taste shattered starlight on your tongue. 

What terrifies you the most is the three words that sit the heaviest on your mind, and if you say them out loud, you’ll gladly walk off the landing pad and plummet down the cliffs into the awaiting sea where the waves might swaddle you and hide you forever. 

“You don’t have to leave…” 

Cal’s murmur has a fresh wave of tears flooding your vision, and you instantly shake your head while your chin quivers. 

“N-no,” you argue quietly, “I have to. I-I definitely have to.” 

Cal’s eyes sweep across your face, and you know that he can see right through you. He can see the way you’re barely holding yourself together, feet aching to spin around and run. 

Run to a place where Cal can’t find you, not even in your dreams. 

His jaw clenches, fingers flexing like he wants to reach for you. Maybe if he touches you, he might bring you back—gather up the parts of you that are cracking like marble. You look cold, and it hurts that you’re not running to him, arms engulfing him in a hug that he would have expected from you months ago.  

“I’m gonna—” you sniffle, jabbing a thumb behind your shoulder, “I’m gonna go.” 

There’s a terrible wail from BD-1, muffled against Cal’s head, and your knees nearly give out. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go,” you say again, like you need to repeat it in order to make it true. Make it real. You can barely see through the rain and your tears, and you glance behind you to make out where the path to the town is, but you’re immediately ripped back to Cal when something warm curls around your wrist. 

With wide eyes, you stare up at Cal as his fingers tighten around your wrist, thumb pressing against your pulse. It’s gentle, almost delicate. You can't believe how quickly and silently he'd descended the ramp, how he practically materialised in front of you.

Cal looks at you with eyes that bore straight through you, and you’re like a sandcastle crumbling. A sob hitches inside your throat before tumbling past your lips. Tears flood your eyes, and they mix with the rain as a trembling hand reaches for the back of your head, pulling you closer.

Your forehead bumps against his chest, and your fingers latch onto his vest. You’re shaking, and you know this is the worst thing he could have done because now you can’t leave. 

How can you when he’s this warm?

“I have to leave,” you hiccup, and Cal only breathes against your wet scalp. 

“I-I have to go—because it hurts, Cal…more than anything.” 

BD-1 skitters out from Cal’s nape and perches himself on top of your shoulder, metal feet gripping onto your clothes gently. The weight of him is grounding, just as Cal’s thumb brushes against your wet hair.

BD-1 trills, head tilting, before he nuzzles closer to the crook of your neck. His beeps and trills have your choked sobs filling up your throat, and you bury your face further into Cal’s neck. 

“I’m sorry,” Cal murmurs, his own voice thick with tears.

You know it’s hard for him to say the things that he wants—that’s why you’re here in the first place—so something cracks deeper inside of you when he speaks, knowing he’s desperate to fix things. 

“We’ll figure this out, okay? I promise.” 

You grapple Cal closer, and BD-1 presses his cold, rain-slick head against your cheek. 

“Promise, okay?” You gasp. 

Cal’s lips brush against your hair. “I promise, starlight.”

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