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teddybear-sunflower · 2 years

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When you tell him you used to have a crush on him (pt.Two) (Oikawa ver.)

Pairing: Oikawa x reader

Wordcount: about 4300 words (Didnt I say this won´t be as long? oops)

Genre: fluff

A/N: I haven´t proof-read this yet, so please excuse my mistakes. Also, I don´t know if I am happy with this or not. I thought the idea is cute but i am not sure if I am happy with the way I´ve done it. Anyway, it´s 6 AM, I have an important presentation today and isnetad of sleeping I´ve wrote this. I need to overthink my priorities.

Ever since that call in which you confessed that you had feelings for him, there was a strange tension between you that neither of you knew what to do about

You still texted, still called – the amount of time you spent with one another didn’t change but it felt like the “what if” was on your minds constantly, even if you didn’t know that was the case for the other

You were still slightly bothered about his comment about him not breaking your heart while he was actively imagining what the future would have looked like if one of you confessed

Would you be with him right now? Would you have left Japan with him? Or would he have stayed? Technically, there were plenty of opportunities in Japan for him. Maybe it would be the same as now but would the two of you be in a long distance relationship? The thought didn’t bother him as much if it was with you.

Ultimately neither of you knew what to do about it

Maybe it was time to move on

You took a shaky breath as you took one last look into the mirror. He should be here any second to pick you up, so there wasn’t much you could do about your outfit anyway.

By he you meant your date. Yes, you had a date and no he wasn’t your longtime crush. Besides the fact that Oikawa wasn’t even on the same continent as you which made it physical impossible to go on a date, there was also the problem that he didn’t seem to like you back.

After a lot of thinking, you got to the conclusion that Oikawa didn’t mean anything by it when he said he wouldn’t have broken your heart. He probably was just reassuring you that he would have been gentle with rejecting you and still would have been friends with you afterwards.

If he meant anything else by it, he would have said so. You knew him well enough to know that he was rather cunning and that his words didn’t always reflect his true thoughts. He wasn’t just a silly idiot who loved volleyball a little too much. No, he was rather smart and knew how to charm people.

But this was different. There was no reason for him to be pretentious, no reason to talk in riddles. He could have just said “too bad, I liked you too”.

He wasn’t exactly shy in that way, so why would he start now?

It was almost funny how the day after you came to that conclusion, a boy from your class asked you out. You had talked to him a few times due to sitting next to each other or even having projects together.

He was kind and polite, truly a good guy. He also was easy on the eyes and had the sweetest smile. Still, you always thought of him as a fellow student since you never really became too personal with one another.

So, it came as a surprise when he suddenly asked you on a date to the movies. You hesitated but eventually decided that this might be a sign.

Your phone that rested in your hand vibrated and your gaze immediately shifted to the bright screen.

It was a text message. A reply from Oikawa.

You didn’t tell him about the date since you knew he was too busy anyway to help you, so instead you had freaked out about it to a girl friend of yours who matched your excitement and provided great advice.

You still couldn’t stop yourself from sending him a mirror picture when you were ready for your date.

It was just the picture and a “Do I look cute?” with a winking emoji. You weren’t embarrassed about it since such texted were normal between you too. You always made sure that the other knew that they were attractive, not that Oikawa needed any more reassurance.

Oikawa: super cute ;) why are you dressed up though? Having a girl’s night?

You still blushed whenever he complimented you, which he knew and used to make fun of.

Cutie: No, I actually have a date. It´s the first one and I want to make sure I look my best :)

Oikawa: What? A date? And you only tell me only now? I thought we tell each other everything. I am not sure where I stand with you :<<

You chuckled as you read his overdramatic reply.

Other than you, Oikawa wasn’t laughing; he wasn’t even smiling. A deep frown was present on his face as he looked down at the device on which your recent picture was still shown.

You definitely looked cute and to be honest, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the picture you´ve sent him.

Now that he knew that you looked this good for another guy, he couldn’t really appreciate it anymore.

He knew this day would come, of course it would. You were beautiful and in your own unique way absolutely charming. He was pretty sure the only reason why you weren’t snatched up in high school was because at one point you were pretty much known as the girl of the Aoba Joshai volleyball club and most guys were intimidated by the players that seemed to be always around you.

It wasn’t like that was exactly their intention, but it just happened naturally that you would spend pretty much every moment in school with them. It wasn’t easy to ask someone out when behind them stood three towering guys who looked intimidating if you didn’t know them.

Anyway, he knew this was coming but he still wasn’t prepared. He just came back from training and actually planned to ring you up but obviously you would be busy.

Cutie: Anyway, he is here so I have to go now :)

Oikawa: where is he taking you anyway?

He decided to ignore your previous message as he felt strangely inclined to know exactly what was going on where you were.

Cutie: To the movies :p

Oikawa: How lame. That’s so cliché. You only deserve the best, princess. Don’t settle for such an uncreative guy :(

Yeah, he didn’t sound jealous at all.

Cutie: You mean someone like you who literally only goes to a restaurant or the park as a first date?

You knew him so well but unfortunately you got him there. To be fair, his previous relationships weren’t that serious, so he never felt like he needed to go all out for a girl. If he had the chance to take you on a date though, he would make sure to come up with something super romantic.

Oikawa: This isn´t about me. Stop reflecting. Your date is lazy :<<

Cutie: As much I would love to hear you complaining even more about my date you don’t even know, he is here and I have to go for real now. I will text you later xxx

Oikawa frowned once more. He knew it wasn’t possible to completely make you forget about your date but he still had somehow hope that he could have kept you on your phone longer.

He sighed.

Your date and you made some nice small talk as you were driving over to the cinema. Once you arrived you got your tickets, some popcorn and before you knew it you were sitting at your seats.

“I´m going to the bathroom real quick before the movie starts. I will be right back” your date excused himself and you nodded with a small smile.

It was nice. It didn’t feel exactly like a date though. Your nerves calmed down which you were thankful for but somehow you missed the spark.

Shouldn’t there be a spark?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone vibrated once more. It did that ever since your left your apartment. You furrowed your eyebrows as you picked up the device and turned on the screen.

You weren’t surprised at what you found.

Oikawa: So is he nice? How do you know him anyway?

Oikawa: Are you already there? I hope you arrived safe and without anything inappropriating happening, young lady

Oikawa: Helllllloooooo? Where are you? I am worried he kidnapped you

Oikawa: Or are you ignoring me? That would be so rude :<<<

Oikawa: If he does anything you don’t like tell me and I will come and beat him up for you. I don’t care how far away I am.

Oikawa: Cutie? Princess? Best friend? Cutest best friend ever? Y/NNNNN?

You groaned as you read all those random texts, especially because you weren’t sure what he was thinking. You considered ignoring him or even turning off your phone completely but somehow you didn’t want to. Maybe you were so desperate for the male that you even liked his attention while being on a date with someone else.

Did that make you a bad person? Probably.

Cutie: What the hell are you doing? I am fine. He hasn’t kidnapped me yet but if that happens you will be the first to know

Oikawa: Don´t joke about that. It´s a real fear of mine :(

Cutie: of course, it is. Btw, I am not ignoring you. I am on a date. Are you really trying to third wheel on my date while being on another continent? That´s even a bit much for you.

Oikawa: Well, I am pretty ambitious and as you can see it works. You text with me instead of paying attention to your date. So, who is the one third wheeling? :)

You blushed as you realized how right he was and there wasn’t exactly any hiding it. Your date still wasn’t back, so you weren’t exactly ignoring him, which you wouldn’t do anyway because you weren’t rude but still.

Cutie: He is at the bathroom. I am not ignoring him for you

Oikawa: He left you alone? If that isnt a red flag, I don’t know what is

Cutie: the only red flag here is your trolling as my best friend. I see him coming back. Bye.

Oikawa: Don´t go!!! Tell me what´s happening. By now I am a vital part of this date. I have any right to know.

You rolled your eyes as you read the last text before putting your phone into your lap.

“You okay?” The male smiled as he sat down in his seat once more. Your eyes left the device as you gave him a bright smile of your own.

“Yeah, everything is good. I am excited for the movie” you answered, choosing to not address that your best friend was trying to invite himself to your date.

“I am glad you are. I´ve actually waited forever for it to come out. So what´s your favorite movie genre?” once more the two of you ended up having small talk, patiently waiting for the movie to start.

Sooner than later the movie started, and the theater grew rather quiet. There weren’t that many people to begin with but now everyone was paying attention to the movie, which you were supposed to do as well.

Instead, your gaze flickered back to your phone that you put on silent due to Oikawa not giving up. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was texting you but at the same time you couldn’t be so rude

Your mind couldn’t shut up though, trying to figure out Oikawa´s intentions. There was a high chance he just wanted to annoy you. You remembered that he once spied on Iwaizumi when he was going on date. He forced you to come along and as ridiculous as it sounded, it was actually kinda fun. Until Iwaizumi spotted you two and was ready to beat up Oikawa while you would get a good scolding.

But you also felt that small spark of hope lit up in your chest, a feeling you knew too well as it came back over and over again ever since you´ve realized you liked your best friend.

Sneaking a peak wouldn’t hurt, right?

You tried to do it in secret by shielding the light of your phone by pulling your jacket into your lap.

Oikawa: The movie started, right?

Oikawa: Wanna stream a movie together later this week? I kinda miss our movie nights :(

Cutie: Yeah, it´s good :)

Oikawa: Must be if you rather text me instead of watching ;)

Cutie: okay, I am going back to ignoring you

Oikawa: wait

Oikawa: don’t

Oikawa: come back to me. Don’t leave me

Cutie: calm down, idiot

Oikawa: your idiot <3

Cutie: Ehh

Oikawa: I should change your contact name to meanie and I was just about to give you great advice :(

Cutie: Go ahead :D but what advice are you talking about exactly? :o

Oikawa: Advice to keep your innocence

Cutie: I am not 12 anymore

Oikawa: Yeah, but this is your first date and I know all the dirty thoughts a guy has when he takes a girl to the movie theater, you know a dark, big space.

Cutie: Too much information. Maybe it´s just you. He hadn´t done anything. He is a nice guy. I don’t think he will try anything

Oikawa: and that, my darling, is exactly what he wants you to think

Cutie: Stop trying to scare me

Oikawa: just call me if he tries to kiss you

Cutie: maybe I want him to kiss me :p

Oikawa: do you really?

You frowned at his last question. Your heartbeat quickened and suddenly you felt like the light hearted tone of your text conversation got lost.

Your turned off the screen of your phone and straightened yourself, eyes now fixed on what was happening before you.

You tried to concentrate, you really did but Oikawa´s words didn’t want to leave your mind. What would you do? Would you kiss him? Did you want to do this with a guy like him? Would you then feel a spark? Or would it just be a bland kiss?

You shock your head, you shouldn’t worry. That won´t happen. Oikawa was a drama queen. He was just trying to scare you. Maybe he was offended that you´ve never told him about the date or maybe it was because he felt protective as your best friend.

Or maybe he liked you.

It didn’t matter because you wouldn’t do anything about it anyway.

You left your phone alone and for the next 30 minutes you actually managed to enjoy the movie and follow it´s storyline.

That’s when a romantic scene appeared on the screen and you visibly stiffened.

You felt awkward. It was almost like watching a sex scene in a movie with your family.

You flinched when you suddenly felt a hand touch yours. You gulped, your eyes shifting over to your own hand before you looked up. Your date turned himself to you, staring at you with a look you couldn’t read.

He wouldn’t, would he?

“Y/N” he whispered your name in a way that made you want to run away. You froze as the boy suddenly leaned closer. You appreciated that he wasn’t ambushing you and actually gave you time to react, showing that he wasn’t trying to force himself on you. Still, you couldn’t think right at that moment.

He leaned closer and closer, slowly closing his eyes.

Oh, he would.

Oikawa was bouncing his leg as he sat on his bed restlessly. He hated that he couldn’t do anything. You haven’t answered for almost half an hour. He knew he had no right to feel jealous or even prevent anything from happening between you and that boy but he was selfish in that way.

He was enlightened and a bit smug when he got you texting him back. It gave him confidence to know that he was on your mind instead of whatever loser you were dating.

Maybe he was the loser. He hated the guy without knowing a thing about him.

He took a deep breath as he suddenly regretted that he had never said anything. He didn’t have the right to feel jealous but he could have prevented all of this by confessing to you when you were still in high school.

And right this moment he couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t doing the same mistake once more.

His phone vibrated and he immediately looked down.

His eyes widened at the massage.

Cutie: He tried to kiss me.

A mix of anger and sadness surged through him until his mind finally processed the entire message.

Tried.

As in, you didn’t let him?

You flew to the bathroom. You weren’t proud but when he had leaned in you panicked and before his lips could meet yours you pretty much jumped up and told him that you needed to use the bathroom.

You didn’t even wait for an answer.

To make your embarrassment complete, you immediately texted Oikawa. You felt like a teenager. You should have just told him that you didn’t want to kiss him instead of running away. He seemed considered. He wouldn’t have forced you.

Not to forget that you were anxious about Oikawa´s respond. Would he make fun of you? Would he think you were childish? You buried your face in your hands with a grown.

Your pity party was interrupted when Oikawa called you. It wasn’t just a normal call. He tried to facetime you. What the hell?

You hesitated but ended up picking up.

“Hey, Tooru” you said almost too casual as you weren’t even sure what you were doing. You were in a bathroom stall, hiding from your date because he tried to kiss you and now you were facetiming your best friend. It couldn’t get any weirder.

You looked at your screen at which Oikawa was now displayed. Your heart automatically skipped a beat. His hair was slightly tousled. He was wearing a simple black shirt that you have seen him in countless of time but you still never failed to appreciate how handsome he looked even in the most simple things.

But what really caught your attention was his expression. His face almost looked tense. His mouth was formed in a frown and his eyed held a serious glint that you usually only saw whenever he was on the court.

“Please tell me you didn’t kiss him” you were surprised at the urging tone of Oikawa´s voice. He almost sounded desperate.

“What? I mean, I-. No, I didn’t kiss him” you answered, your cheeks started to turn red. “I am sorry, It was stupid to text you like this. I mean, you warned me to but gosh, this was so embarrassing! I literally ran away! I should have just said no and kept my cool. Maybe you are right and I am still a kid when it comes to this stuff. Why am I even saying all this? You will never let me live that down, will you?” Your nerves got the better of you, making you brabble.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up

“Fuck, no, I am glad. I mean, it´s definitely a nice confession story for sure. That is if what I am about to do works out” he finally interrupted you. He clearly was more relaxed now. Instead his demeanor became almost shy as he shifted his eyes away from the screen for a second before his brown eyes met your e/c ones once more.

“Confession story? What are you-?”

“I like you. I like you so much and I am an idiot for only saying it when you decide to go on a date. I know you said that you don’t like me anymore but I know I wouldn’t be able to move on if I didn’t say anything”

After he said “I like you” you weren’t able to comprehend whatever he was saying after. All that rang in your ears were those three words.

Oikawa watched your reaction. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad when you became completely silent and looked like you´ve just seen a ghost but this couldn’t turn any more embarresing, so he gave you time to process his words.

“Are you serious? You mean it?” Deep down you knew that he would never joke about something like that.

“Yes, what about you? Any chance to revive your past feelings for me?” he sounded so vunerable when he said those words. A small smile played on his lips. A smile you easily reciprocated.

“Yeah, actually they have never died down. I was just too much of a coward to confess directly to you. I mean, you are you and a long-distance relationship isn’t ideal as well”

“What do you mean I am me? Don´t you dare be insecure about yourself. You are gorgeous and so goddamn cute. Do you know how hard it was not to confess to you when we used to spend so much time together?”

“I wished you had” you joked, “I like you too, Tooru” you had to hold back tears as you looked at your phone. You waited so long for this moment and now that it was here you felt overwhelmed. You just wished he was here. You wanted to hug him, kiss him – just be close to him.

“Don´t look like that, sweetheart. God, if I was with you right now I would kiss you and not let you go for the rest of the night but I guess, I have to wait a bit longer until you visit me” You let out a chocked giggle as you felt so much affection right now that you didn’t know what to do with it.

“So you gonna be my girlfriend? No more dates with random guys who don’t know what a good date is?” His teasing grin made you fall in love even more.

“Yeah, I only want to go on uncreative dates with you from now on” you joked

“Hey! I told you I would do better nowadays. Especially when it is with you” he pouted playfully and you let out another laugh. This was typical Oikawa.

Your Tooru.

“Anyway, now that that´s settled, how about you show me the dude who tried to kiss my sweet girlfriend?” he spat, a scowl forming on his face.

You rolled your yes. He was truly an idiot.

“I wasn’t your girlfriend at that moment and besides, you aren’t exactly intimidating while being on a phone screen”

“Hey! As my girlfriend you are supposed to support me!”

One month later

“Tooru!” You jumped in his arms when you finally reached him. Your plane just landed and you swore you´ve never been that impatient about going through the process of getting to the gate where the people would wait for their friends and family.

After all, that would be the first time you would see your boyfriend in person.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, pressing your smaller body tightly against his. You had hugged him countless of times, but this felt different. More loving, warmer, more meaningful.

“Finally, you don’t know how long I´ve waited until I could finally shower you with all the love you deserve” the male whispered right into your ear, softly nipping at it.

A shiver went down your back and your cheeks were tinted red within seconds. You knew he was forward with his affection but you didn’t expect this.

“I missed you too. I couldn’t wait to finally come here. This was the longest month of my entire life” you admitted, tightening your arms that were around his neck, burying your nose deeper in his shoulder.

You felt his chest rumble softly as he let you a chuckle, his hand softly squeezing your hips.

“Missed you too. I even had a hard time to concentrate in practice. You wouldn’t believe how mean the other guys were about it” you didn’t need to see his face to know he was pouting. “but now I don´t have to miss you anymore, so show me your beautiful face”

The setter pulled away, bringing one hand to your chin to make you look up at him. Your blush deepened as you peered directly into his handsome face. His eyes were slightly hooded as his typical smirk played on his lips.

You couldn’t avert your eyes even for a second.

“You gonna run away, pretty girl?” He teased as he slowly leaned down. You couldn’t answer, only slightly shaking your head as you waited for the moment his lips would meet yours

Your eyes slowly closed and soon enough his warm lips met your soft ones. The kiss emitted the familiar spark in your chest that you always felt whenever you were just thinking about him.

Your grip on his shoulder tightened as you felt the need to steady yourself while getting lost in the kiss. Oikawa was a good kisser. While you were pretty sure that gentle wasn’t his go to method, he chose to kiss you slow and deep, taking your breath away.

Literally, which was the only reason the two of you pulled apart. He leaned his forehead against yours. A satisfied sigh leaving his lips as he just enjoyed the moment.

You kept your eyes closed as you tried to concentrate on the feeling of him.

“I love you” he mumbled, only for your ears to hear.

Your eyes snaped open, meeting his as he was already gazing at you. The usually playful glint was replaced by an affectionate one that told you everything you needed to know.

“I love you too, Tooru” you replied without any hesitation.

“I wanted to tell you when I first confessed but then I thought it would be so much nicer if I could kiss you right afterwards” he smirked, softly cupping your face with one hand as his eyes traced over your adorable face that started to resemble a cherry.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You teased shyly, hoping he would just kiss you once more.

And he did.

And you kissed back.

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ging-pegger · 2 years

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present mic x reader x eraserhead

warnings: smut, afab reader, unprotected sex (also i didnt proof read so hopefully its ok) word count: 1,298

the moon worked together with the streetlamps to illuminate the balcony of the hotel room, your live in boyfriend, hizashi had booked the hotel room for the two of you.

you had planned a hookup withyour coworker, it wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last. the three of you often had a roll in the sheets, it was something that helped to spice up your sex life with hizashi, and shota was always up for it too, as he was close friends with your boyfriend.

you slid the glass door to the balcony open, the sheer negligee not protecting your delicate skin from the cool breeze. you hear the door click open, and hizashi greet your coworker. you couldn't be bothered to go back inside yet, you were enjoying the view of the illuminated city streets, countless people walking below.

soon enough you heard steps coming your way, "took you long enough" you turned, assuming it would be your boyfriend, but it was instead, to your surprise, aizawa.

"oops, i thought you were-"

"i can tell…" his raspy voice murmured just barely audible words, it sent shivers up your spine. his hands gripped your hips, bringing you closer. "you're not cold?"

"a little, but it was so pretty i couldn't help myself-" your eyes were met by his, it pierced through you.

"that's how i feel when met with your gaze." he began to back you into the dim room, hizashi was freshening up in the restroom.

you looked away, feeling embarassed. "hush."

he chuckled, hands leaving your hips, and he sat at the edge of the bed, his chest peeking out of his shirt that was undone about three buttons down.

shota was so stunning, he made your mind go places that made you feel guilty, as if you were being unfaithful to hizashi.

"don't worry, he said its alright if we start without him…" his hand reached for yours, rubbing circles in the soft flesh.

you leaned down, hesitantly, pressing your lips against his, hands gripping his thighs to maintain your balance. before the kiss could deepen any further, you pulled away, straddling him.

you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, watching as he slid it off his skin and tossed it to the floor. your fingers traced patterns across his chest. "it feels wrong without him right here, doesn't it…?"

"it feels like a dream if you ask me, doll." aizawa admits as you toy with the button of his jeans, tugging them off and throwing them aside.

you kneeled beside shota, who had fallen backwards on the mattress, giving him a look that could be best described as one laced with curiosity. "what do you mean?"

you allowed him to fiddle with the tie of the negligee, undoing it and allowing it to fall open, your body now exposed. you shrugged it off, letting it drop beside his clothing, the only article left to face was his boxers.

"don't play dumb with me, princess. why else would i keep coming back for these meetings?"

your eyes widened as you pulled his boxers off. "don't tell me youre catching feelings." you reached for the lube that you had set out on the bedside stand earlier that night, pumping it into your hand before grabbing his cock, beginning to jerk him off.

he reached for a pillow, looking up at you with a stupid loving look in his eyes. he propped himself up, "catching? darling, they've always been there. you're so oblivious." he bit at his lip, a small whimper slipping out from him as you moved your hand faster.

it was hard to process this information, you didn't want to continue giving him any false hope, but you also didnt want to give up on these sweet little meetings the three of you had been attending for the past few months.

"i was crushed when he told me you were his girlfriend… but soon enough i was able to utilize these meetings to get my fill- mmgh" he threw his head back, precum leaking from his tip.

you stopped, and leaned forward pressing your lips to his. "shh… i don't want to know anymore."

it made you feel dirty, knowing that you felt the same way as he did when you were in a relationship. but perhaps you could also learn to utilize these meetings. you straddled him, grinding your slick cunt along his length, teasing him with a pussyjob before you would take him inside you.

"you're so wet…" he ran his hands up your thighs, allowing them to travel up to your breasts, which he began to play with, pulling on the nipples and slapping them.

you whimpered in response, lifting yourself up. you grasped his dick, pushing it inside you. it stung as it stretched your tight pussy, but soon as you began to move yourself on his manhood the pain turned into pleasure, the familiar squelching sound accompanied by heavy breathing filled the room.

by the time hizashi's footsteps could be heard, you were so carried away you couldn't even bother stopping, his fingers were tightly gripping your hips, pushing you up and down along his shaft.

"hey now, don't have too much fun without me…" hizashi's voice whispered as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you. his hard cock pressed against your back, he was already aroused. perhaps he had been watching?

no, aizawa wouldn't have confessed something like that in his presence.

shota lifted you up, setting you aside while hizashi pushed himself onto the mattress. you got onto all fours, taking shota's cock into your mouth, allowing hizashi to slip inside your vaginal opening.

moaning around his length, you looked up to meet shota's gaze, he seemed satisfied, a look of superiority plastered on his face. it was hot.

the feeling of being at their disposal was working you over the edge. you pulled off aizawa's length with a pop, your face burying into the pillow his head had previously rested on, your hand gripping his cock once more, working at it furiously.

meanwhile, hizashi continued to pound into your pussy, his balls slapping your clit. he leaned forward, suckling on the skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving small red marks, claiming you as his own.

you pushed yourself up, pulling off hizashi, and letting go of shota's dick, and straddled your boyfriend. you pushed his length back inside you. "i want you both inside." you whimpered.

the thought alone of being filled by both of their cocks was getting you worked up, your heart raced as you felt aizawa's hands grip your hips, his tip edging into your pussy.

you whimpered, feeling your flesh stretch to make room for the two of them. they both began slowly thrusting into you as you stayed as still as possible, the sensation of ecstasy taking over your entire being.

"I'm gonna cum-" you gasped, their thrusts becoming more violent, at one point aizawa being forced out of you, only to re enter, and the sensations to start all over again.

"me too doll-" shota added, his thrusts becoming noticeably more erratic as your muscles clenched around him, the feeling of pleasure taking over your body.

you collapsed against hizashi, allowing the two to fuck into you.

first you felt aizawa's hot fluids pour into you before he pulled out. at that point, hizashi pinned you down against the mattress, pushing himself balls deep into you, before he too finished inside of you, his cum mixing with aizawas inside your pussy, dripping out onto the mattress.

he collapsed onto your body, your chests rising and falling in sync, you looked over at aizawa, simply putting a hand on his thigh.

#my hero acedamia #mha #bnha #present mic #eraserhead #hizashi yamada #shota aizawa #mha smut #present mic x reader #eraserhead x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa

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leafcabbage · 11 months

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i hate editing i hate proof reading so i DIDNT

3.5k words LMAO oops

here is something for the drdi hgau!! rescue mission <3

tws for injuries and mentions of needles and blood. nothing graphic

Going into the Capitol was probably a death trap, but Sneeg didn’t even entertain the idea of leaving Ranboo to be retrieved by strangers. The state they had been in during the last day of the 75th games had been bad enough, he could only imagine how much worse it had gotten in the weeks since they had been captured.

If he wasn’t there, he was afraid Ranboo would just think they were being kidnapped, which, well, they kind of were, but it was by the right people this time. Ranboo thinking they were being kidnapped would probably lead to a struggle, which wouldn’t be helpful for anyone.

Getting into the building had been nearly impossible without tripping any alarms, but they had made it to the floor that held the cells with Niki, Techno, and Ranboo. Now they would be on a strict time limit. They would cut the power to the floor, and have about two minutes before the emergency power kicked in. Any delays were likely a death sentence. It was a great way to get an adrenaline rush, really.

They had scoped out the cells earlier, knew where to find everyone, and now it was a matter of finally putting the plan into action. Luckily, 13 had plenty of night vision glasses, or this would be nearly impossible.

The power went out, and there was no more thinking about what to do, only doing it.

Sneeg stuck to the wall as he made his way down the hall to Ranboo’s cell, figuring it was better to pretend there were guards everywhere, just in case one did make an appearance. He was pretty sure there had been guards, but he hadn’t been part of the group dealing with all that.

He reached the door and forced it open with some specialized tool he’d been given. The engineers at 13 really had something for everything. Definitely not complaining about that.

Ranboo was curled up on a cot just inside. There wasn’t much room for it to be anywhere else. Sneeg ignored the rush of relief at just seeing them there, alive and… well, pretty much just alive. They were absolutely not okay, bruised and skinnier than before, though he didn’t know how they had anything left to lose. He knew he couldn’t even see the extent of it, even with the night vision glasses. They also seemed to be asleep, which meant he was about to give them an unfortunate wake-up scare.

He knelt beside their bed, trying to move quickly without being careless. Wincing slightly at how much he knew he was about to scare them, he pressed his hand over their mouth to keep them from making any noise. He didn’t even have to shake them awake, that was enough to startle them awake, eyes wide and searching the dark, trying to figure out what was happening.

They tried to shove his hand away but he caught their wrist, easily stopping them.

“It’s me,” he whispered. “It’s me, Ranboo, you’re okay. It’s Sneeg.”

They froze, confusion mixing with the fear in their expression.

“I need you to trust me right now.”

He could see them trying to make sense of what he was saying, of his presence there, of everything.

Then they nodded.

Thank god.

“I need you to stay quiet. I’m going to pick you up, and I’m going to run. You need to hold on. That’s all you need to do, hold on and stay quiet. Can you do that?”

They nodded again.

He took his hand from their mouth and didn’t hesitate to hoist them up into his arms. Ranboo did their part, wrapping their arms and legs around him and holding on as best they could. It was a little awkward, they were a tall kid, but it was easier with them holding on. They were light, too. Lighter than they should be. He ignored it. They would get help back at 13. His job was to get them there.

Exiting the cell, he nearly ran into Techno, who was being kept upright by another one of the guys who had come along, his name was… not coming to mind.

“Watch where you’re going,” Sneeg whispered, knowing his relief at seeing another one of their own alive and breathing was clear in his voice.

“What, didn’t expect me to be standing?” Techno asked, voice rough.

“Can you really call that standing?” Sneeg replied. “Come on.”

As much as he’d like to see where Niki was, they had been told to only worry about themselves and the person they were trying to get out, and trust that everyone knew what they were doing. Sneeg had been lucky to run into Techno, but now it was time to move.

They had barely made it into the stairwell when the generator kicked in, lights flooding the floor and a delayed alarm started to sound, only now registering the forced open doors. Ranboo flinched at the sound, clinging to Sneeg even tighter.

“It’s okay,” he said quietly, though he really didn’t know if it was.

He really hoped he wasn’t about to get both of them killed.

No time to think about that. He needed to focus on getting to the roof and getting out of there. He also needed to pretend that things were going to plan, because he could already feel Ranboo’s breathing and heart rate picking up. He couldn’t blame them. The whole thing was probably—no, definitely—terrifying.

Despite being used to physical exertion, running up several flights of stairs while carrying a teenager was exhausting. He just had to keep pushing forward, though. He would be out soon enough, and then he could get Ranboo home, and they would get the care they needed, and maybe it would feel like everything might eventually be okay.

The relief of getting to the roof and seeing their hovercraft waiting was cut short when the gunfire started. Shit. Luck had been on their side for too long, and it had run out. He only had to make it from the stairs to the hovercraft. That was it. He was so close, so close to getting them both out of there.

The gunfire was coming from behind them, which was good because Sneeg had a bulletproof vest, and all Ranboo had to shield them was him. If the bullets were coming from the other side, they would have nothing.

A bullet found its target in one of the guys who had been next to Sneeg, and Ranboo made a choked sound, probably having seen it happen far better than Sneeg was able to.

He was about to tell Ranboo to close their eyes and keep their head down when a bullet caught him in the leg, sending a wave of white-hot pain through him. He stumbled, losing his footing and his hold on Ranboo, and they both hit the ground hard.

Ranboo was at his side in a second, pulling on his arm frantically.

“Come on, Sneeg, please.” It was the first time they’d spoken, and their voice was raspy and weak. “Get up, please.”

“Can you run?” he asked hurriedly, trying to ignore the blood he could feel seeping out of the wound. The guards would be closing in.

Ranboo shook their head, and he wasn’t sure if it was an actual no, or if they just wouldn’t leave him.

“You need to go,” he stressed. “You need to leave.”

“Not without—”

Ranboo was cut off by the guy who had been helping Techno picking them up. They shrieked Sneeg’s name, trying to free themself from his hold, but they were too weak to put up any real fight.

At least he knew Ranboo was going to make it out. He was dead weight at this point, though. He’d known there was a chance he would die here. At least he was going to die knowing Ranboo would be okay.

“No being a martyr for you.” A familiar voice broke through his somewhat dramatic thoughts, and then Phil was pulling him to his feet.

Phil was meant to stay back in the hovercraft, he had been part of the group keeping an eye on what was happening, but he had apparently abandoned his post for Sneeg’s sake.

“You’ve run on worse than that,” he added, half-supporting, half-dragging Sneeg along with him.

He was right. Sneeg gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move through the pain, unable to come up with a witty retort with the pain clouding his mind.

It was a miracle that the two of them made it. They must have been the last ones, too, because the craft was moving nearly before they were on it.

The doors closed and Phil lowered Sneeg to the ground, back against the wall, both of them breathing heavily.

Before he could even start to ask about Ranboo, they were back at his side, arms thrown around him and face pressed into his shoulder. It couldn’t be very comfortable, what with the bulletproof vest, but he doubted they would be letting go any time soon. He put an arm around them, giving them a squeeze.

“I’m okay,” he said quietly. “We’re okay.”

“Well, unless they shoot us out of the sky,” Jack said, sounding all too happy for having said something so grim.

Of course, the reason he was happy was clear enough, seeing as Niki was laying with her head on his lap, looking much worse for wear, but awake and alive.

“Thanks, I needed to hear that,” Sneeg replied dryly.

“Let me look at that leg,” Phil interrupted, stopping Jack from coming up with a defense.

“But it’s gonna hurt,” Sneeg complained.

“It’ll hurt more if you bleed out.”

“Let him look at it,” Ranboo said, muffled by his shoulder and… oh. He hadn’t realized they were crying. “I don’t want you to die.”

Usually, he would point out that he had been joking, that obviously he wasn’t going to just sit there and bleed out. But he doubted Ranboo was in a good enough state to pick up on that, and it was better to just comfort them than backtrack and explain that he didn’t mean it in the first place.

“I won’t die,” he told them, gentler than usual. “And of course I’ll let him look at it.”

They nodded but didn’t reply, apparently satisfied with his assurance. Or too tired to keep protesting.

He made a point not to look at what Phil was doing, because it would probably be a little nauseating if he did. Sneeg didn’t like watching himself lose blood. The pain was enough without the visual.

“You’re going to need stitches,” Phil informed him.

“Yeah, duh.” He’d thought that was a given. “Can it wait until I can get something for the pain?”

“You can get something for the pain right now,” Phil reminded him. “We’re fully stocked.”

They were, too. They had a medic and everything, prepared for the worst case scenario when it came to the conditions everyone would be in when they were rescued.

“I’ll get the medic,” Phil continued, standing. “Don’t die before I’m back.”

“I’d never.”

With Phil off to find someone to give Sneeg stitches, he turned his attention to Ranboo, who hadn’t moved since they first got to him.

“They’re gonna need to give me stitches, but I’m going to be okay,” he told them gently. “You’re probably going to have to let go for that, though.”

They held on tighter in response, which wasn’t exactly promising.

“It’ll be okay, you can—” Well… they probably shouldn’t be in the room. That didn’t seem like a good idea. “You’ll be with—”

He had been going to say Techno, because Ranboo and Techno were fairly close, but he suddenly realized that Techno wasn’t in the main holding area with them. He must be okay, seeing as Phil hadn’t been deeply distraught. Probably being treated for his own injuries.

“You can stay with Phil and Niki and Jack.”

“We can have a party,” Jack interjected, obviously trying to keep the mood light.

Ranboo shook their head, more frantic this time.

“It won’t take long, I promise. They’re not gonna waste drugs on knocking me out, just gonna numb my leg and do some stitches, then I’ll be back.”

He supposed he didn’t actually know that, but he was going to make some assumptions for the sake of getting Ranboo to calm down. Not that it was working. If anything, they were getting more agitated, their breath was starting to quicken again and they were trembling worse than before.

“I’ll ask someone to keep giving you updates, how about that?”

He was really lost on what would help at this point. Ranboo might be a little emotional, but they were usually logical enough. Even when they were terrified, most of the time they could force themself to do what needed to be done, but no amount of logic or convincing seemed to be helping now. Not that he blamed them. He didn’t know what they’d just gone through, but he was pretty sure that if he was in their shoes, he would also be clinging on to whatever comfort he could find.

“They’re ready for you,” Phil said, rejoining them.

“You a receptionist now?” Sneeg asked.

Phil rolled his eyes. “Do you want stitches or not?”

“No one really wants stitches, do they?” he replied, a little distracted trying to figure out how he was going to get Ranboo to let go. “Ran, you gotta let go.”

“No!” Ranboo cried, grabbing onto the fabric of his jacket like that might be enough to keep him there.

“I need to get my leg dealt with,” he said, a little firmer this time.

“I’ll stay with you.”

“You’ll stay out here,” he replied. “I’ll be back as fast as I can—”

“No, you won’t!” they cut him off, voice desperate. “You’ll die! You’ll die! They told me you died! They showed me you died, you’re going to die, I saw your body, I saw it—” their words dissolved into sobs, their whole body shaking.

He didn’t bother asking what they meant by that. It wouldn’t be hard for the Capitol to convince them that he was dead. They had plenty of ways to alter people’s perception of reality, and considering how sick and starving Ranboo must have been, it would be easy to play with their idea of what was real.

He’d like to just sit there and comfort them, try to convince them that it was all okay now, but he was starting to feel woozy from the blood he was losing and he didn’t think they would be feeling better any time soon.

“I won’t die,” he said softly, though it was useless and he knew it. “I’ll actually be less likely to die.”

It didn’t seem like they were hearing him anymore, too lost in whatever they were certain was going to happen.

Phil knelt beside Sneeg. “We really need to get you stitched up,” he said apologetically.

“Trust me, I know.”

He gently tried to loosen Ranboo’s hold on him, knowing he could easily shove them off but not wanting to be too forceful.

“No!” they shrieked. “No! I’m not going!”

“Ranboo—”

“No!”

He should really be relieved they had enough energy in them to be doing this, but he doubted that they actually did. They were probably running on adrenaline and nothing else.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if—”

“You’re gonna die!”

The guy who had helped Techno, and then carried Ranboo to the hovercraft, joined the three of them, giving Sneeg a nod before helping pull Ranboo off of him.

As was expected, they didn’t react well, crying out at the sudden presence of another person. They fought against him, unsuccessfully, trying to grab onto Sneeg again before they were too far.

“It’s okay, bud,” Sneeg tried to reassure, but he doubted Ranboo could hear him very well over their own sobbing. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

He hated this. Hated seeing them like this. Hated that they were so scared and there was nothing he could do. Usually, he had at least some ability to make them feel better, but now he was useless. He couldn’t help but feel like it was his own fault for not making sure 13 got them out of the Arena with everyone else. None of this would be happening if he’d just done right by them the first time around.

Ranboo responded by biting the arm of the guy who was holding them. He swore loudly, and Sneeg really didn’t blame him, it looked painful, but it clearly scared Ranboo, who started struggling even more, yanking and scratching at the guy’s arms. To his credit, he didn’t let go. Sneeg wasn’t entirely sure what Ranboo would do if they weren’t being restrained at this point, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be good.

One of the medical staff emerged from the other part of the hovercraft, a syringe in hand. It was pretty easy to guess what was in it, especially when she made a beeline for Ranboo. They were aware enough to see her, and they made one last attempt to escape, managing to kick Sneeg in the side as they did. It wasn’t particularly painful, especially compared to his leg, but it was enough to make him look down, and by the time he looked up again, whatever was in the syringe had been administered.

The sedative acted quickly, thank god, because Sneeg didn’t think he could sit and watch Ranboo struggle any longer, but he also couldn’t just leave them there. He just wished they hadn’t looked so scared as they lost consciousness.

Phil wordlessly helped Sneeg up, the medic joining them to support him on the other side, and they brought him over to the other half of the craft, which was set up like a makeshift hospital.

Sneeg shoved aside the guilt that built with the distance between him and Ranboo. There was no other choice, no other outcome that would have worked, but he still felt awful about it. For now, he needed to just focus on getting stitches, though. He could be there for Ranboo again when he wasn’t in danger of slowly and painfully bleeding out.

***

The full day passed before Ranboo woke up again, and at a certain point the sedative had definitely worn off, meaning most of this was just what their body needed. It was good, Sneeg knew it was good, but he also wanted to see them awake again. He supposed he hoped it would be a little better this time.

They had been back in 13 for a good part of the day, now. His leg was stitched up, there were no expected complications, he just had to not exert himself too much for a bit and then he would be good as new. It had only been within the hour, though, that he was allowed to join Ranboo.

He was lucky. Tommy and Tubbo had argued, then begged to be let in to stay the night, but had ultimately been sent to their bunks for the night and told they could visit in the morning. It probably wouldn’t go well if Ranboo woke up alone, though, so it was a relief to all of them that someone could be there.

They looked a little better. Cleaner, at least, which meant someone must have washed them up. They were in 13’s hospital wear, too, and hooked up to an IV, probably for nutrition and dehydration. He hadn’t gotten much of an update on their health in general yet, and probably wouldn’t until the next morning, but comforted himself with the fact that he probably would’ve been told if something was horribly wrong.

Ranboo shifted slightly and he sat up, watching for other signs that they were waking up. It seemed that they might be, their breathing was slightly faster, too.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet. If they weren’t waking up, he didn’t want to be the one to wake them, but if they were, he wanted them to know they were safe before they could freak out. “You’re not in the Capitol anymore. You’re safe, now.”

Ranboo opened their eyes, glancing around the room without a hint of recognition.

“You’re with me,” he added, patting their arm, then leaving his hand to rest there.

“Sneeg?” they asked, voice quiet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He smiled reassuringly. “We’re in District 13. There’s… there’s a lot to explain. All you need to know right now is you’re safe, got it? You’re safe, I’m alive, and we’re gonna be okay.”

Ranboo put their hand over his, holding it weakly. “Got it,” they mumbled, closing their eyes again.

“Get some more rest,” he said, like they could do anything else.

“You’ll stay?” Ranboo asked, voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Always,” he promised. “Now sleep.”

“Rule one,” they started, and he really wasn’t sure how they hadn’t passed out again yet. “Always listen to Sneeg.

“And when do you ever follow that rule?”

Ranboo didn’t reply, having lost the battle against sleep.

“Never,” Sneeg replied for them. “You never do.”

And yet he still put up with them, for some reason.

He sighed and leaned forward, resting his head on his arm on the edge of the bed. If he was going to keep his promise to Ranboo, he had to get comfortable somehow.

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marcnutz · 3 years

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Pillow Prince

Since hearts1ck is dedicating his sapnap thigh kink bits to me it's only right for me to dedicate this fic to him <3

18+ MINORS DNI

Tags: Sapnap x M!Reader, 3.5k words, SoftDom!Sap, Dom!Reader for like 2 seconds, fluff, thigh kink, thigh riding, thigh fucking, soft sex, slight choking, long and horny build-up to the actual smut, chubby Sap cause he's always been pretty yall are just fatphobic

Sapnap was a chubby boy, and you loved him for that.

You loved Sapnap's body. Every inch of it. When your relationship first bloomed you would spend hours mapping every inch with your hands. Memorizing the feel of every bump and curve to your mind.

He was perfect. You loved your boyfriend's body, and you loved him.

He was soft and warm. His nose was that of a Greek god's, and his hair that curled ever so slightly at the ends matched the look.

You would be more than content to spend the rest of your life resting your head on his chest or stomach. Feeling his arms around you, safe and warm and comfy.

However, if you were to say you loved every part of him equally, you would be lying.

His thighs were immaculate. Every time he changed in front of you your eyes were drawn to that oh so special place on his body. Anytime you lay down together your head is drawn to their promise of a soft resting place.

No matter what he wore they were accented perfectly. They would press against the seams of his jeans and sweats. They would be so free yet still so hidden when he wore shorts. They would ever so slightly spill over the edges of his thighs boxers that he knew you loved.

His thighs were beautiful. They were perfect. He was perfect.

It was not uncommon for you to find yourself staring at them at any given point of the day. Watching as they moved when he walked. As they spread out as he sat. Staring at the hair that got darker the farther up you looked. The way the water would drip down them after he exited the shower.

You thought you were slick, eyeballing him all the time. However, Sapnap wasn’t dumb. He saw every glance at his lower body. Noticed the way you squeeze his thighs ever so slightly when you got the chance.

Sapnap loved to please you, and knowing your love for his thighs, he decided to do some research. (Often times his "research" included watching porn, but who were you to judge.) When Sapnap read about a 'thigh kink' he figured that's something you probably had. He was never one to say no to trying something new in the bedroom. When he read about all the fun things you two could do in the bedroom together that involved his thighs, he knew he had to get you involved.

The plan was easy, he was going to spend a few days working you up, but not directly saying he had anything planned for you. Then, he would spring himself upon you at just the right time.

Hopefully, if all went well, he would end up with your cocks pushed together and inside one another.

In all honesty, all he had to do was ask. But he liked to play around with you. The wait made the pleasure oh so much better.

"Hey, baby? Do you like these new shorts I got?" You heard your boyfriend call from the bedroom. Shorts? Of course you were going to like them.

You got up and walked into your shared bedroom and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. The shorts he was wearing were definitely... short.

"So? What do you think? They're those new five-inch inseam shorts that are popular now. They're a little tight, but I think I like them."

While saying this, Sapnap turned around to examine himself better in the mirror, and you got a perfect view of his ass in the light blue shorts. If they were any smaller then you would be able to see it stick out the bottom.

"Baby?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sapnap calling you. You looked up at him, a blush forming across your face.

"I- uh, I think they're really great! They look really good on you, I like the, uh, color."

Sapnap beamed at you, "I'm glad! I know you like lighter colors on me, that's why I chose these."

You soon found out that these were not the only pair of short-shorts your boyfriend purchased, as he spent the next few days flaunting about in different pairs. Every time he'd come out of the shower after breakfast and get dressed for the day he would plop down next to you on the couch in another pair of thigh shorts that left very little to the imagination.

Today he had chosen a black pair that made his fair skin seem to glow beautifully.

"Darling, I want to do something today," He said, snapping you out of your staring.

"Oh, ok. Did you have anything in mind?"

Sapnap thought for a moment. "Let's go to the beach! I got a new bathing suit I want to show you."

Oh dear lord, were these going to be as revealing as his new day shorts? You have no idea if you should allow him to be walking around in something like that when it's wet and sticking to his skin even more than they already do.

Despite your slight pang of jealousy of the thought of strangers ogling at your boyfriend, your want to see him half-naked and wet took over your brain, and the next thing you knew you were lounging on a towel as your lovely boyfriend cooled off in the water.

Your assumptions about the bathing suit were correct, they were just as short as the others, however looser.

This changed, however, when Sapnap stepped out of the water to come cool off. The suit stuck to his skin and even showed off the slight print of his dick in the front. It was taking every ounce of your focus to not get a boner right then and there. It became even harder when he sat down on the towel next to you, thighs spreading out and resting against your own. His soft, wet skin cooling your own legs and sending shivers down your spine.

"You ok?" He asked, offering you his shirt. "Put this on, looks like your shoulders are getting a little burnt, let me dry off and then we can head home, looks like it's about to rain soon anyways."

You took his shirt and put it on, his smell enveloping you in the best way.

Before long, you were headed home. Sapnap wanted to hop in the shower again to get all the sand and salt off his body, and you decided to rest in bed for a bit.

You had begun to doze off when you barely registered the shower turn off. After a few minutes, you noticed your boyfriend still hadn't come out of the bathroom. What was he doing? Oh no matter, you're getting sleepy from the sun...

"Sweetheart!" Sapnap called from the bathroom door, his call rousing you from your half-asleep state.

The image in front of you woke you up even more, in more ways than one.

Your lovely boyfriend stood in front of you, top half bare, legs covered in long socks that went up to just above his knees and were much too tight, causing the plush fat on his thighs to spill over the sides.

On top of this, he had on garter belts that were also very snug, a belt connecting them to the socks.

"I got these for you... And those shorts and bathing suits... I had noticed you always staring at my thighs and touching them and- well, I wanted to do something special for you so I got this."

You tried to say something, but all the blood from your brain rushed down to your dick, so you just sat there with your mouth slightly open.

"Baby? Do- Do you like it?" Sapnap asked quietly, he was nervous, and you could tell.

"I- YES! You look, really, really, good."

Sapnap smiled and walked over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed, you had just now noticed his own cock was out, and he was about as hard as you were.

He reached out for you, and pulled you onto his lap, latching his lips onto your own. It started gentle, but quickly morphed into a deep kiss, tounges tangling together in each other's mouths. He tasted sweet, and it was divine. You would be happy to just sit here and make out on his lap for hours, but Sapnap had other plans.

His hands began to go up his shirt that you were still wearing, going up your chest and over your nipples before pulling it over your head, only breaking the kiss for a moment. He then moved his hands down to take off your trunks, leaving you in just your boxers that were growing much too tight for your liking.

Sapnap moved his hands to your chest, thumbs rubbing over your nipples, which began to harden under his fingers. He pulled on one, causing you to moan into his mouth and grind down into his thigh a bit. He smiled in your mouth, pulling away, causing you to moan at the loss of contact.

"Aw baby, do you like it when I play with your nipples?" He asked. He already knew the answer, this was something he did to you quite often. You were so sensitive here, and he knew it. "What about if I did this..."

Before you could even register that he has said something, Sapnap had reached his head down and began to suck on one of your pink nipples. You arched your back into him, hips once again rutting against his thighs.

Sapnap reached the hand that was not abusing your other nipple down to your waist, and he repositioned you so that one of his thighs was in between your legs.

He pulled off your nipple for a moment, resting his cheek on your chest before gazing up into your eyes. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight..." He moved his hand from your chest and began to rub circles on your back.

You looked down at your boyfriend, his green eyes staring into your own. "Are you gonna fuck me?" You asked nicely.

Sapnap giggled a little bit, "No dear, you're going to fuck me, but not in the way you're thinking. But first, I get to have some fun. Just be a good boy and do what I say, ok?"

You nodded as Sapnap's words, nervous, curious, and excited at what was to come.

Sapnap lifted his head up and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then a small one directly on your lips.

He had both hands on your hips now, and he hooked one of his thumbs into the band of your boxers before snapping them into your waist. You jumped at the slight sting of them, cock rubbing against his thigh at the action. You moaned at the sensation of feeling your clothed cock push against his soft skin and began to rock your hips onto his thigh slightly.

Sapnap laughed before stilling your hips. "You're a fast learner. These boxers aren't coming off until you cum just like this, riding my thigh. Got it?"

You nodded quickly as Sapnap placed another soft kiss on your shoulder. He released the tight grip he had on your hips, but his hands remain in their place, ready to move you down onto himself as he pleased.

You began to rock your hips back and forth on Sapnap's mostly bare thigh. Every few thrusts of your hips, your own leg would bump into Sapnap's cock, and his leg would jump, thigh pressing into your cock even more.

It didn't take long for you to begin to pant, the inevitable soon approaching.

Sapnap reached his hands around, and dipped his hands into your boxers, grabbing fist fulls of your ass before using them as leverage to grind you even more onto his thigh.

In doing so, he managed to pull you even closer to his body. You were now chest to chest, and your leg rubbed up against his dick with every thrust. Sapnap began to moan quietly in your ear, but you could barely hear him over your own whines and pants.

"I know you're close baby, you're doing so good, you don't have to ask."

You hadn't realized it, but you had been begging your boyfriend for release. He moved his head to press his tongue into your mouth once more, beginning to bounce his leg up and down.

All it took was for Sapnap to moan into your mouth once more before you were spilling into your boxers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your hands reached down to grab at Sapnap's soft love handles for dear life.

You quite literally rode out your orgasm, hips continuing to roll into Sapnap's thighs. You eventually parted your mouth from his, your hips stilling, but his hands continued to push you down onto his thigh. You shook and bit his shoulder at the overstimulation, moaning as small tears began to roll down your cheeks. You weren't sure if you wanted to stop or have Sapnap continue to manhandle your hips into his thigh.

Eventually, Sapnap took pity on you and allowed your hips to still. He removed your hands from your ass, one coming to rub gentle circles on your back. The other came up to your cheek, pulling your face towards his to gently kiss your tears away.

"You did so well for me baby, such a good boy." Sapnap praised as he gave small pecks to your cheeks. "Take deep breathes, you still have your prize for doing so well."

Oh yeah, you were going to fuck him. That was always nice, but he said not in the way you were thinking. What did he mean by that? You didn't care, honestly, as your cock was starting to harden once more and all you wanted was some part of him wrapped around it.

You heard Sapnap laugh, "Wow, ready again already? Good boy, you deserve it. Let's get these off of you."

Your cum had left a large wet spot on the front of your boxers, sticking to Sapnap's legs slightly. You lifted yourself off of him slightly so he could pull the soiled boxers off of you. Your hard cock springing out of them, glistening with your cum.

"Wow, you that was a lot, makes sense, I've been keeping myself from you so you'd be all worked up for me today."

Oh, so he was planning this. For whatever reason, this nudged the small part of your brain that wanted to dominate him oh so badly, and you let out a small growl before wrapping your hand around his throat and thrusting your tongue in and out of his throat.

Sapnap let his back fall down onto the bed and allowed you to have this moment of control over him. He knew it was hard for you to be patient and obedient when you were as built up as you were, and he was feeling nice enough to let you let it out for a moment.

Your hand tightened around his throat as you continued to fuck his face with your tongue, wishing it was your cock instead. However, you knew your boyfriend had plans, and you didn't want to ruin those.

You pulled off of him, Sapnap moving his head up slightly to try and chase your mouth. He gasped when you removed your hand from his throat, blood rushing back to his head and back down to his cock.

"So, what's my prize?" You asked, hand running up and down his side before coming to rest on his chest that formed into soft breasts that you squeezed gently.

Sapnap moaned softly at your touch, "I-I'm going to lay down, and you're going to fuck my thighs."

All of your movements stopped as your eyes snapped up to his, wide in excitement.

You had thought about this moment so often. Taking his thighs in your hands and fucking into the soft pillow-like flesh, and now the time had finally come. You felt your cock jump slightly at the thought that was a soon-to-be reality, and you pushed Sapnap over so that his legs were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed. You manhandled his legs so that his calves were on either side of your shoulders, and his knees were pushed as to create a perfect place for your dick.

Your hands rested just above his knees, where his socks ended. You felt the skin fall over the sides, and you were never more horny than you were at that moment.

You couldn't wait another second before you took your cock in one hand, rubbing your tip between Sapnap's two thighs. You gently rubbed the length of your cock on them, not yet pushing in between.

"Come on now, don't be shy. Fuck me already." Sapnap said, his hands thrown above his head, clutching the pillow above him.

You were quick to follow directions, throwing your head back as you pressed your tip in between his thighs. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan as you felt his large, soft thighs take every inch of your cock. You sat there for a moment, savoring the soft warmth that surrounded you, staring down at your lovely boyfriend who was happily staring back at you, a small lopsided smile on his face.

It didn't take long for your needs to overwhelm your mind, and you started to softly thrust your cock into Sapnap's thighs. He was so soft and so warm, and your cum that had coated your cock from your previous orgasm was leaving delicious wet spots on his thighs, allowing for easier movement between them.

You were in pure bliss. Mouth open as you watched your cock slowly disappear and reappear between Sap's thighs.

Sapnap didn't have a bad view himself, he got to stare at your lust-clouded face, the tip of your cock poking out at him whenever you would bottom out.

"Go on, baby, fuck me for real. Be rough. I know you want to. You deserve it."

Sapnap's soft encouragement was all it took for something to snap in your head. You began to smack your hips against Sapnap, your balls hitting against him with every thrust. A small amount of precum began to leak from you as you began to grow close again. Every so often it would come out as your tip was out the front of Sapnap's thighs, leading to a small amount that only he could see to drip down his thigh.

Of course, Sapnap was not getting nothing out of this arrangement, his thighs were sensitive to the point that just your thrusting felt so good to him. Slowly, he moved one of his hands down to gently grasp his own cock that had been steadily leaking precum onto his stomach the entire time.

It took you a moment to notice that your boyfriend was touching himself, and you quickly swatted your hand away and replaced it with your own, hand moving with the force of your own thrusts.

"Oh fuuuuck, baby. Just like that, fuck yes." Sapnap was babbling his praises at you as his hips began to gently move with your thrusts. "I'm so close, baby. Can we cum together? Please..."

He didn't have to ask twice, and you quickly nodded to let him know you had heard him and were close yourself.

Your back began to arch just as Sapnap's moans turned into the high-pitched whines he let out whenever he was about to cum. It took only two more hard thrusts before you were both spilling all over Sapnap.

You watched as some of your cum mixed with his on his tummy, however, most of yours painted the insides of his thighs and dirtied his socks and garters.

After your highs, you sat there for a moment, still nestled between his thighs. You only moved when you realized you wanted to see how your cum had painted his thighs.

You gently moved his calves from off his shoulder and spread them on the bed gently, knowing he would be slightly sore from the stretch.

Your view was amazing. Seeing your perfect prince spread out all for you, covered in sweat and cum, was beautiful. You were so grateful to be able to see him like this, and you fell back onto your heels to stare at your amazing boyfriend.

You were broken out of your trance by Sapnap's whine and outstretched hands. You took him into a hug, not caring that you were getting cum all over you.

"I guess you liked my surprise, huh?"

You giggled and pressed a gentle kiss to Sapnaps forehead. "Yeah, I liked it a lot. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

With that, you both showered together, before falling asleep in each other's arms, Sapnap's perfect, nude body pressed against your own.

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you want what i can’t give to you (miraculous!reddie au)

summary: Finally, Eddie looks. Chat Noir has already extended his baton, prepared to make his exit. And Eddie shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But he reaches out, and he touches Chat Noir’s shoulder, bringing a startled look to the love-struck cat’s face. Eddie, for the first time, feels Chat’s leather suit on bare fingers, and he sees Chat in a different light. With the moon cascading over his frame, shadowing him in a silhouette. And Eddie says, “Ladybug is really lucky to have you.”

author’s note: beautiful art by @imeddie thank you so much its wonderful!! after so long.. my miraculous au is finally here. i hope at least some people like this and read this lol but this au completely owns me! if you do read it, mind sending me an ask with your comments?? or we can just talk about this au.. also there’s every side of the lovesquare in this fic, so enjoy

Ladybug—Eddie—sighs heavily, glancing over his shoulder as Greta Keene falls to the ground from her akumatized state. In all honesty, Eddie is not at all fazed by the fact Greta has managed to get herself akumatized; she is the reason behind half of the akumatizations in Paris. Akumas flock to her victims. But Eddie puts his personal beliefs and opinions aside, going over to help her up. She grabs onto the hand he offers, pulling herself up and throwing herself into his arms. She says, overdramatically and through fake sobs, “Ladybug! Thank God! I can always count on you to save me.” Eddie rolls his eyes but pats her back before coughing awkwardly and pulling back from the forced embrace.

“Sure,” Eddie says, rushing a hand through his brown hair. “You should probably get back to class.”

“We can escort you there, if you’d like,” Chat Noir says, coming to Eddie’s side in a split second. Chat’s curly black hair brushes Eddie’s shoulder playfully. Eddie grins at his partner, nodding, but before either of them can offer to actually bring Greta back to the school, their miraculous beep simultaneously. Eddie’s hands immediately dart to his earrings, and he shares a sympathetic glance with Chat Noir. “Maybe next time. We gotta go.” Before Eddie or Chat Noir dart off, Chat Noir raises his fist with a smile. Eddie mirrors his content look and bounces their fists together. “Pound it!”

Eddie aims his yo-yo at the rooftop of the next building over, and knowing Chat Noir will follow him anywhere, he swings over, lands on his two feet, and turns around to face his friend. And there Chat is, standing there knowingly, grinning madly. He grabs Eddie’s hand and kisses it softly, winking mischievously. He says, “Great job today, buginette. You’re quite the catch.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, pulls back his hand, and replies, “Same to you, chaton.” And Eddie chuckles. “It’s funny. Greta is usually the one to cause akumas. I guess she finally got what was coming to her. She’s so frustrating sometimes. And stuck up.” He fiddles with his yo-yo because he doesn’t know what else to do, but when he looks back up at Chat, he is staring at Eddie with wide eyes and an excited, toothy smile. “What?” Eddie asks.

“My love, do you know Greta personally?” Chat questions.

“W-What?” Eddie stutters. He flaps his hand in the air, trying to shrug away Chat Noir’s accusation. “No. Of course I don’t, chaton. I was just… saying that… uh, b-because—“

“I know her,” Chat says, taking a step toward Eddie. Eddie holds out both his hands to separate their bodies. Chat Noir has always been one for getting up in Eddie’s personal space. (Not that he would do anything to purposefully make Eddie uncomfortable. He is just a touchy-feely person. He always has been. It is part of his charm.) “You know her, don’t you? I can read it on your face. You’re an awful liar.”

“I’m not lying!” Eddie says, frowning. “I don’t know her. I was just saying that because if she causes so many akumas, she must be a frustrating person.” The nervous laughter that follows Eddie’s explanation does not do him any favors, because Chat is still looking at him with that stupid expression. That expression of ‘I know you’ and Eddie tries not to think about how he practically gave his identity away. “I don’t know her. Stop looking at me. Chat.”

“Sure, buginette.” As Chat crosses his arms, his miraculous beeps once again, a simple warning. “Hey,” he says. And Eddie already knows where this is going. “Why don’t we just transform back in front of each other?”

“You know we can’t do that,” Eddie tells him.

“But if we know each other’s identities, we can finally be together.” Chat Noir’s flirtatious advances have never worked before, and they most definitely are not going to work now.

Eddie says, “You know we can’t do that…” Chat’s smile falters, but surely he must have known that Eddie would not give in so easily. “And as if we would ever end up together… as if I would ever end up with you.” Eddie breaks out into a smile, because him and Chat always joke like this, but Chat seems to take this comment personally; he backs away from Eddie and a crease birthed from annoyance grows between his brows. “You’re a great friend, chaton. You’re my partner.”

“Partner can mean a lot of different things,” Chat mumbles, kicking at the air with his foot childishly. He avoids Eddie’s gaze like the plague. Eddie only reaches out to scratch underneath Chat’s chin. He giggles when Chat purrs, his curly hair bouncing at the gesture. Chat frowns at his own instincts for giving into Eddie’s touch. But suddenly Eddie’s miraculous beeps, and the moment is ruined, the familiar exchange brought to an end.

“See you later, Chat Noir.”

Eddie turns to leave, yo-yo tight in his fist, but Chat grabs his hand, pulls him back and stops him by saying, “Tonight. See me tonight. Here… please?” Eddie swallows nervously, and he can almost feel how close he is to de-transforming in front of Chat Noir. That cannot happen. Especially not like this.

“Maybe!” Eddie sputters, anxious to leave. “Probably not. I’ve got a lot of homework.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Chat says, and he kisses Eddie’s hand again before letting him go. Eddie hates to turn Chat Noir down, but he does it so often that it has almost become second nature. He worries that if they get too close they will reveal their identities, and Chat will ultimately be disappointed with who Ladybug really is. Just… boring Eddie Kaspbrak. Most people must fantasize over Ladybug being some amazing, magnificent, one-of-a-kind human being. But Eddie is just Eddie. He sits in the front of the class, smiles at strangers, works at his family bakery. He is ordinary. Ladybug is as far from ordinary as someone can get. “Tonight.”

Eddie tosses his yo-yo to the building across from the rooftop they are both on, and he swings over without looking back. The trip home is pretty quick, and as soon as Eddie is above his balcony, he retracts his yo-yo and de-transforms. He heaves a sigh of relief that he made it home in time. That was way too close. Tikki seems to think similarly, because she shakes her head at Eddie.

“That wasn’t good,” Tikki tells Eddie. Eddie nods. “Chat Noir must really like you.”

“I know,” Eddie says sheepishly. He sinks into the brick tiling of his balcony. “I already told him there’s somebody else. He knows I don’t like him in that way. I guess that doesn’t stop him from trying.” Chat Noir wants more between himself and Ladybug. Which is understandable. They have been working together as the protectors of Paris for a very long time. They’re friends. Chat wants to be more. And maybe, in an alternate universe where Richie Tozier doesn’t exist, that could be the reality. But Eddie has gone to school with Richie since kindergarten—has had a huge crush on Richie since kindergarten. And Eddie is not just gonna give up on that for some mangy cat whose name he doesn’t even know.

“He’s a persistent kitty!” Tikki giggles.

“Sure is.” Eddie crawls over to the square door on the ground and opens it up, slipping inside and falling into the comfort of his bed. Before Eddie can properly catch his breath, his phone rings. He stuffs his hand into his jean pocket and pulls out his ringing phone. Bill is calling. That brings a smile to Eddie’s face, makes him forget about this messy Chat Noir situation. “Billy! Hey!”

“H-Hey, Ed,” Bill says, and Eddie can hear the smile on his face. “W-Where were y-you earlier? I t-tried calling, b-but you didn’t a-a-answer.”

“I was… in the shower! Yeah. Sorry. I’m always missing your calls.” As Eddie nervously chuckles, he hopes Bill does not pick up on his anxious rambling. Bill has always had an easy time reading Eddie, but usually with Ladybug stuff he is a mile off. Eddie doesn’t even think the thought of him being Ladybug has ever crossed Bill’s mind, even with the Ladybug fanatic Bill is. He runs a blog and everything. It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s also oddly flattering. It makes Eddie happy that Bill is having fun with it, and it isn’t bad for Eddie’s ego either.

“Whatever, Eddie. G-Guess what?”

“What?!”

“S-Stan was talking to R-R-Richie earlier a-about you.” Eddie’s cheeks grow warm as he sinks into his bed. His polka dotted duvet is soft underneath his body, a sweet comfort to the embarrassment he feels. “I-I told him t-to put in g-g-good word.”

“Stop telling Stan to put in good word for me!” Eddie shrieks, blushing madly. He rubs his face with his right hand, pressing his phone closer to his ear with his left. “I can put in good word for myself. I don’t need anyone doing me any favors with Richie… he’s just…” Eddie holds back a dreamy sigh. He shakes his head instead. “But seriously, Bill. I can handle my crush by myself.”

Bill actually laughs. “Y-You can barely g-g-get one sentence o-out to him. And I thought I w-w-was the one with t-the stutter.” Now they both burst into laughter. Eddie is about to say something back, a nice joke he has thought out, but there is shuffling on the other line so he holds his breath. “I-I gotta go. G-Georgie wants me to p-p-play video games w-with him. W-Wanna come over?”

“I can’t.” Eddie frowns. “I’ve got loads of homework I’ve been putting off.” More like homework he’s been too busy to do. The people of Paris get akumatized so often that Eddie is usually fighting crime. Homework is nothing compared to saving mankind.

“You’re the b-b-biggest procrastinator I k-know.”

“Love you, too!” Eddie sings. “Bye!” He hangs up without another word and groans, stuffing a pillow over his face. He feels Tikki brush against his shoulder and removes the pillow, revealing a frown to his kind kwami. She looks at him sympathetically, like she understands what he is going through when she really does not. “I can’t believe Stan talked to Richie about me. There’s no way Richie doesn’t know I’m obsessed with him… I’m so embarrassing.”

“Richie has lots of admirers,” Tikki says softly. “Since he’s a model, he must be used to it. Don’t worry, Eddie. Everything will be okay.” Eddie smiles gently and pats Tikki’s head.

“Thanks, Tikki,” he says to her.

“But you really should do some homework,” she adds. “You kind of are a procrastinator.”

“Yeah. I should.” Eddie climbs down from his loft and goes over to his desk to claim his backpack. As he rummages through it for his history textbook, he goes through his mental checklist of what homework he needs to catch up on. Thankfully, his teacher has let some of the late assignments slide, but Eddie doubts she will be so kind in the future. Usually Eddie is good at balancing his school life with his superhero life, but with the amount of akumatizations that have been occurring lately, he has gotten worse and worse. He wonders how Chat Noir balances his personal life and crime fighting life. He wonders if Chat Noir is good at that, or if he, too, has been falling behind on work.

Ugh. Shaking his head, Eddie wills the thought of his partner away. This is his personal life. He shouldn’t be thinking about Chat right now, about how he is probably still on that rooftop, waiting for Ladybug to show up… about how he will inevitably be heartbroken because he has been stood up. Letting his books fall to the floor, Eddie groans and falls to his knees. He drops his face in his hands and wants to scream. Without looking up, he asks his kwami, “Tikki, am I a total jerk for not seeing Chat tonight?”

“No, Eddie,” Tikki says, and he feels her bump against his shoulder. “Being Ladybug is important, but your homework and chores are important, too.” This brings a small smile to Eddie’s face. Tikki has always been so good at comforting Eddie. She is a great friend. As sweet as the cookies she craves.

“You’re right,” Eddie says, looking up. “Guess I should get to work, then.” He gathers up his notebooks and pencil case and makes his way up the ladder to his loft. Tonight, since the sky is clear and the stars are out, Eddie will do his homework on the balcony. It’s pretty and it’s a good, quiet place to work. Eddie loves to escape his troubles by sitting outside and admiring the shapeless clouds. So he sits down on the chair next to the small table he has set up, and cracks open his history notebook and textbook. The first assignment he missed is a three-page essay. History is one of the only subjects Eddie enjoys and is actually good at, so he isn’t too worried about it. He works quietly and diligently, with Tikki’s soft snoring beside his pencil case and the moon hovering above. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but when he hits the two-page mark he bookmarks the page in his textbook and shuts it. A break is deserved and needed. Eddie knows it is good to clear his head every once in a while. Getting too wrapped up in homework often clouds his thoughts and makes it harder to get work done later.

“Eddie?” Hearing his own name is jarring, and Eddie immediately moves to cover Tikki with his hand as his eyes dart towards the low voice. It is Chat Noir, sitting on the roof of the Kaspbrak house, staring down at Eddie with wide green eyes and black curly hair in a mess of tangles. Tikki swiftly (and blindly) moves underneath the table, leaving Chat Noir and Eddie alone. “Hey. It’s Eddie, right?”

“Um.” Eddie blinks, wildly confused. He smiles regardless, just to be polite. “Yeah. Eddie. Uh… What are you doing here, Chat Noir? Shouldn’t you be out saving Paris, or something?” Chat Noir frowns, and hops down from the roof and onto the fencing that borders the edges of Eddie’s balcony.

“I was waiting for Ladybug, but he didn’t show up,” Chat replies, resting his chin against the palm of his hand. “I don’t know what I was expecting honestly. He told me he probably wouldn’t come.” Eddie’s heart throbs, a painful ache taking its course through every inch of his body. Pursing his lips, Eddie fiddles with his pencil and avoids Chat Noir’s heartbroken eyes.

“I-I’m sure he didn’t mean to. He was probably just,” pausing, Eddie glances over at the scattered papers littered across the table, “Doing homework.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Chat sighs. “Or maybe he’s just tired of me.”

“That’s not true!” Eddie bursts, and Chat looks at him strangely. Eddie realizes he has said too much, and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean—You guys are friends, right? He could never get tired of you. It’s Ladybug and Chat Noir. You guys complete each other. You just do.” It makes Eddie sad that Chat Noir would ever think less of himself because of his counterpart. That’s just not true. While Chat Noir may annoy Eddie to pieces, he still is a good friend.

“Thanks.” Chat grins. “I really appreciate you saying that, Eddie.”

“No problem.” Eddie looks to his history paper. He really should get back to work, but after standing Chat Noir up, is he really about to send him away again? “So, uh. What did you have planned? For you and Ladybug?”

“I set up a bunch of candles,” Chat says nonchalantly, examining his claws. He shrugs. “It was a pretty lame attempt at impressing him. He deserves something big and fancy.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Eddie shakes his head. “He would appreciate any gesture. It’s the thought that counts, you know?”

“Sure. You’re pretty wise, huh?” And there is Chat Noir’s usual flirty grin. Eddie rolls his eyes at the sight, but it makes him happy to know his friend is feeling better after his failed attempt of romance. “What’re you working on out here?”

“Nothing,” Eddie replies. “Just my history essay. I totally forgot to hand it in. My teacher gave me an extra day to finish it. But it was so embarrassing…”

“I’m sure it wasn’t so bad,” Chat levels. Eddie raises a brow, meeting Chat’s green eyes.

“It was. She asked me for it and I had to tell her I didn’t have it in front of everybody. Even my cru—“ Eddie stops talking and his hands flies to cover his mouth. Even as Eddie, he must not share anything with Chat Noir that could potentially reveal his identity as Ladybug. “Ha. Never mind.”

“Your what?” There is a teasing lilt to Chat Noir’s tone. Eddie knows he’s in for it. “Your crush?”

“No! No! Absolutely not. I do not have a crush. You’re just hearing things.” Eddie fakes a laugh but it ends up bursting out into a cough. Could he be anymore embarrassing?

“Who is it?” Chat Noir chuckles. “You can tell me! Cat’s honor.” This much is true, but Eddie has not lost his mind and is not planning on losing it anytime soon. So he clamps his mouth shut and stands up from his seat. He goes over to the fence opposite Chat Noir and stares out at Paris. Barely a second passes before Chat is beside him, both hands gripping onto the iron fencing as he crouches upon it. His hair is as dark as the sky, and his eyes glow a hard forest green at this time of night. Playfully, he extends his pinky finger out towards Eddie. He explains the gesture, saying, “I’m really good at keeping secrets. Promise.”

Without swearing his promise into secrecy, Eddie’s eyes are drawn to the gigantic billboard placed thoughtfully across the water from his house. It is a billboard advertising some new cologne, and of course, Richie Tozier’s portrait is printed across it elegantly. Richie’s curly hair has been slicked back by some pompous product and his grin is as sweet as ever. In reality, Richie has got a tongue too big for his mouth. Words too filthy for his brand. But Eddie doesn’t care. He thinks that’s why he likes Richie so much; he is not the usual, stuck up, conceded model that is so often portrayed in the media. While Richie is effortlessly beautiful, he acts his age. But he’s never a bully. He views himself on the same ground as everyone around him. At this thought, Eddie’s heart beats roughly against his chest renders him speechless. Thankfully, Chat is too oblivious to notice Eddie’s busied gaze. Eddie says softly to the superhero next to him, “He’s nobody really. You wouldn’t know him.”

“Why? Is he in your class?” There is curiosity laced between Chat Noir’s words. Eddie says nothing, only pulls on a loose thread of his shirtsleeve. “Okay, okay. I get it. You don’t need a stray cat knowing your business.”

“It’s nothing personal,” Eddie says. “I just don’t know you that well. I don’t even know your name.”

“Nobody does, chief,” Chat replies, relaxing his chin against his knuckles. He looks cute, sat up like that. The sight almost makes Eddie smile. “Not even my lovebug.”

“Your lovebug?” Eddie snorts a laugh. “You and Ladybug aren’t a thing.”

Chat Noir only sighs dreamily, fluttering his eyes in a dazed manner. He breathes, “One day I’ll make him fall in love with me. He’s the boy of my dreams.”

“How do you know that, though?” Eddie asks, unsure. He folds his arms insecurely, wanting to dive into himself. The fact that Chat Noir believes Ladybug is some almighty being makes him feel strange. Eddie is just Eddie. Except sometimes, he wears spandex and fights crime. “You don’t even really know him. I mean—I’m assuming you don’t? Because you said Ladybug doesn’t even know your name. So. I guess you guys must not know each other very well, or whatever.” Maybe Eddie has said too much tonight. This is already a messy conversation and at this point he’s just encouraging it. But it is a distraction from his homework.

“Well, of course he is,” Chat says knowingly. He stares at Eddie with a confused expression, as if he cannot believe Eddie’s question. Before Chat continues talking, he swings his legs over the fence and traces his eyes over the glowing, crescent moon that has joined them for their late night chat. “He’s amazing. He’s strong, and passionate, and he’s so kind. Like, way kinder than most of the people I know. And… he’s also the bravest person I know. Fighting alongside him is such an honor.” Eddie’s eyes go wide, and he feels a furious blush sprout across his freckled cheeks. In attempt to shield his flattery, he turns slightly to his side and tilts his head out of Chat Noir’s range of vision. Pursing his lips, Eddie finds himself wishing Chat would stop talking. Stop giving Ladybug all these dramatic compliments and stop speaking with such a look on his face. “He’s just… so selfless, you know? And not because he has to be. Not because he’s Ladybug… He’s selfless because that’s just how he is. And I don’t need to know his name to know he’s the greatest person I’ll ever meet.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. His heart is beating too quickly to think of anything coherent. So he doesn’t say a word. He stays silent, looks away from the cat sitting beside him, and he tries to think about anything but how he feels. He shouldn’t feel like this, should he? He likes Richie. He always has. Richie. The boy on the billboard across the river, who stares at Eddie right now with that same beautiful smile and unfamiliar brushed hair—the boy with soft lime green eyes, dark hair, and a big mouth.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to get all weird,” Chat Noir says quietly. Eddie still doesn’t look at him. Won’t. “I should… probably take off now. Sorry for bothering you, Eddie.” Eddie curls his hands into fists. There are so many things he shouldn’t have been told tonight. It is almost as though he has invaded Chat Noir’s privacy, with letting him ramble on and on about his infatuation for Ladybug. “Have a good night.”

And finally, Eddie looks. Chat Noir has already extended his baton, prepared to make his exit. And Eddie shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But he reaches out, and he touches Chat Noir’s shoulder, bringing a startled look to the love-struck cat’s face. Eddie, for the first time, feels Chat’s leather suit on bare fingers, and he sees Chat in a different light. With the moon cascading over his frame, shadowing him in a silhouette.

Eddie says, “Ladybug is really lucky to have you.”

And Chat Noir’s eyes soften.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Eddie says, face shoved into his locker. “Tikki… this is the worst day of my life. I was up all night writing that paper. All night! And what do I do? I forget it! Me! I can’t do anything right.” Groaning, Eddie considers packing up all his things and heading home for the day, despite the fact that it is only third period. But is he really going to head up to History without his overdue essay? He might as well not even show up. It beats telling his teacher he doesn’t have it for the second time.

“Cheer up, Eddie,” Tikki replies. “It’s not the end of the world.”

Eddie pulls his head out of his locker and quirks his eyebrow at Tikki’s statement. He parts his lips to ask, “Are you sure about that?” Tikki only giggles and nods her head. Eddie sighs before shutting his locker. “Okay. Better hide before I get to class,” he says, opening up his fanny pack for Tikki to claim her hiding spot. She ducks into the thick fabric swiftly and Eddie zips it up. Taking a deep breath, he shrugs his backpack over his shoulder and begins to make his way toward the locker room exit.

(Of course, Eddie can’t just leave the locker room. He has to hit someone with the door on his way out, in true Eddie’s-a-screw-up fashion.)

“Damn. I’m so sorry,” Eddie says, bumping into the stranger’s chest. He looks up. And he wishes he could disintegrate. “Oh! Richie… I didn’t—Uh. I didn’t see you walking here—I mean—I didn’t see you there.”

Richie only laughs, his curly hair bouncing with his joy. Eddie’s heart melts.

“No problemo,” Richie says. Silence quickly falls between them. Eddie would break it, but his mouth runs dry and he can’t do anything but look at Richie’s face. He’s so cute. It should be a crime to be that cute. “Were you leaving, or…?”

“Yeah!” Eddie says, grinning widely for no apparent reason. When Richie is around, Eddie forgets how to act like a real person. Sometimes he doesn’t even say real words. He’ll just spit jumbled letters and smile real pretty. “I was, um… on my way to History.”

“Nice,” Richie says, and he puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “See you there. I need to get my textbook from my locker.” Richie pushes the door open wider, slips past Eddie and walks into the locker room.

“Oh! Yeah! See you there. In class! See you in class, Richie,” Eddie says. As Richie is putting in his locker combination, he looks over at Eddie and chuckles, eyes crinkled.

“Sure, Eddie. See you in class,” Richie replies, amused.

When Eddie shuts the door behind him, he lets out one fake, overdramatic sob. He would sink to the floor for good measure, but then he would be late to class for sure. He feels Tikki shuffle in his pocket, giggling at his idiocy for sure. “You were right, Tikki,” Eddie whispers as he makes his way to the staircase. “Leaving my essay at home wasn’t the end of the world. That was.”

Eddie gets to class shortly and goes to sit down next to Bill. Bill smiles at Eddie as Eddie puts his backpack down on the floor. “H-Hey, Eddie,” Bill says. “W-W-Why the long face?”

“I’m so humiliating, Bill.”

“W-Well, I know, but w-what happened?” Eddie glares at him.

“Richie happened,” Eddie whispers. “I totally word vomited in front of him. He must think I’m some kind of freak.”

“H-He thinks you’re n-nice. T-That’s what B-B-Beverly said.”

“Nice?” Eddie sinks into his chair. “That’s a synonym for boring. I’m boring and embarrassing. I have absolutely no redeeming qualities. I’m gonna end up alone.”

“Y-You’re so d-dramatic.” Bill chuckles. “Oh. Did you f-f-finish your essay?”

“I forgot it at home.” Eddie shoves his elbow onto his desk and rests his chin against his hand. “At this point I’m used to my life being a mess.” Bill looks as though he needs to say something else, but both boys are struck with alert at the sudden sound of the alarm. Furrowing his brows, Eddie watches as everybody in the class abandons their bags and heads for the door. “Fire?” Eddie asks Bill as he grabs his bag. They both rush to the door to keep up with the other students. However, a loud shout from the roof answers Eddie’s question.

“Akuma,” Bill and Eddie say in unison.

“We better get outside quick,” Bill says, worried.

“Yeah! But I forgot my—my book in the classroom. I need to go back and get it. I won’t be able to finish my homework without it. I’ll be super quick and I’ll meet you outside!” Bill doesn’t look convinced, but deems the excuse believable when he keeps walking even at Eddie’s stop. Eddie immediately rushes back to the classroom. He takes a quick look around before slamming the door shut and unzipping his fanny pack. Tikki is hovering in front of Eddie instantly. “Tikki, spots on!”

Eddie is dressed head to toe in polka dots in a matter of seconds.

He darts over to the classroom window and opens it as wide as it’ll go. Stretching out of the window, Eddie hooks his yo-yo string on top of the roof. It is incredibly easy, with Eddie’s practiced skill, to get onto the roof. Though when he stables his feet on the roof and retracts his yo-yo, he is met with absolutely nothing. He could’ve sworn the shout had come from the roof, so the akumatized citizen must have moved locations. Eddie frowns, and hooks his yo-yo to the chimney before darting off the building. He swings down below, feet tucked beneath him delicately, and he flies straight through the locker room window. Once he’s back on his feet, he hardens his gaze and slowly walks through the different aisles of lockers, on high alert. Better safe than sorry.

Then there is a noise.

Eddie immediately darts to the source—a locker that is slightly ajar. He approaches it quietly, cautiously, spinning his yo-yo at an incredibly high speed, busying his hand but also preparing for the fight he may have to partake in. There is whispering from the locker, and the sound of somebody knocking into the metal, followed by a small wince. The locker pushes open and Eddie is met with the porcelain face of Richie Tozier.

Eddie’s yo-yo plummets to the floor.

“Ladybug,” Richie says, eyes wide. “I was hiding from the akuma in my locker, but I think I’m too tall for that to work.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Eddie swallows nervously, and retracts his yo-yo, tucking it to the side of his suit for convenience.

“Richie. I mean—It’s Richie, right?” Eddie says. Richie nods. “You should probably join the rest of your class.”

“I was going to but I… I heard a noise? Yeah. There was a noise outside the door.” Richie points to the double doors of the locker room. He looks a little nervous, but Eddie doesn’t pay that any mind.

“Okay. Stay here.” Eddie is thankful he’s Ladybug right now; if he had to speak to Richie as himself he would be a goner for sure. Being Ladybug gives Eddie strength and confidence. He only wishes those qualities would transfer to his civilian persona. “I’ll go check,” Eddie says, placing a hand to his yo-yo. Richie says nothing.

There is nobody outside the door; when Eddie pushes it open there is only silence. It’s too quiet. Hot worry grows in the pit of Eddie’s stomach as he turns back to Richie, “Let’s get you out of here. I have a bad feeling about this.” Richie lets Eddie lead him by the hand out of the locker room, and Eddie has no time to think about how he’s holding the Richie Tozier’s hand, because he’s Ladybug right now. Ladybug does not get flustered around pretty boys. Together, they head to the school entrance in a rush. Eddie scrunches his nose, confused by the akuma that he knows is around here somewhere.

All of a sudden Richie’s hand is ripped from Eddie’s grasp, and Eddie’s attention darts behind him, where Richie is bizarrely being tugged in the opposite direction. Without a moment of hesitation, Eddie tosses his yo-yo and it catches Richie’s wrist. Digging the soles of his feet into the school floor, Eddie pulls back with all his might, trying to get Richie to come back to him, but the boy just won’t budge. There is an equally powerful force tugging Richie away from Eddie. Eddie, furrowing his brows, mutters, “What the hell is going on?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. Richie yelps. And then they are a mess of limbs on school grounds, tangled in each other’s bodies because whatever was holding onto Richie decided to play devil and let Richie go while Eddie was still tugging on him with all his strength. There is no time for embarrassment, however, and Eddie is on his feet instantly, listening to the taunting snicker that encompasses the ground floor. “It must be the akuma,” he thinks out loud, reaching behind him to offer Richie a hand up. Richie accepts Eddie’s hand, and stands closely next to him, perhaps at a loss of what else to do. “You need to get out of here.”

“Right,” Richie says. They both turn around to eye the exit, but they hear the familiar noise of a door being locked. “Or not.”

“This is a disaster…” Eddie reaches for his yo-yo and clicks it open. He dials Chat Noir, his eyes still attentive to the situation around him as he listens to the phone ring and ring and ring. The call inevitably fails, and Eddie’s lips turn down in a frown. “Chat Noir, where are you?”

“Maybe he’s busy?” Richie suggests.

“That mangy cat.” Eddie bites his tongue as he begins to spin his yo-yo effortlessly. He thinks of what to do, of where to put Richie for the time being. “We’ll have to make due without him.” Grabbing Richie’s hand, Eddie makes a beeline for the staircase leading downstairs. For now, he’ll have to hide Richie to deal with the akuma. It’s no use trying to fight when he has to babysit someone, and the last thing Eddie would want to do is purposefully put Richie in danger. Thankfully, they make it downstairs fast and without any harm, because Eddie leaves no time for the akuma to make any unforeseen movement. The basement is gross, and dark, but Eddie shoves Richie into the first closet he sees and says, “Wait here, okay? Lock the door and don’t make any noise. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Richie says, and Eddie moves to shut the door. But Richie stops him with a gentle hand, and with a smile sweet as honey. “I trust you, Ladybug.”

Eddie blinks feverishly, flustered, and he shuts the door.

“Chat Noir, you stupid cat. You better show up soon,” Eddie says, heading back upstairs on antsy feet. The ground floor is quiet once again. “Come out! I know you’re in here.” And there is a snicker. “I can hear you.”

“You can hear me,” the akuma taunts in a high, girlish voice. There is evidence, both in her raspy tone and choked up words, that the girl has been crying. Yet Eddie cannot recognize her voice, so perhaps it is nobody he knows personally. “But you can’t see me. I am Transparencee.”

“Show yourself, Transparencee,” Eddie says, playing with his yo-yo. He hates all this playful talk. It is much more Chat Noir’s thing. Eddie wishes they could cut to the chase and get moving.

“No!” Transparencee snarls. “Nobody wanted to see me at all before, so nobody gets to see me now.” Eddie has no clue what she’s going on about, but he searches the room anyway as if looking for an invisible being will actually do him any good.

“My love,” a voice says to Eddie’s right, and Eddie looks. There is Chat Noir, his baton extended and enclosed underneath both of his palms as he rests his body weight against it. He flutters his eyelashes flirtaciously. “You called?”

“No time for talk.” Eddie smiles, thankful for Chat Noir’s company. But he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t quicken at the thought of all Chat Noir confessed the night before. “The akuma is invisible. Listen closely.”

“No need to purr-suade me, LB. My ears are wide open and ready for some listenin’.” Chat Noir salutes Eddie as he retracts his baton and clasps it tightly in his clawed hand. Ladybug follows suit, nodding, yo-yo steady and ready for action. And the two remain silent as they peruse floor. Chat Noir’s obedient silence strikes Eddie as unusual, but even he seems to recognize the seriousness of the situation. Not being able to see an akuma at all is a new one, for sure.

“This is a tough one,” Eddie says softly. “Guess this is as good a time as ever… Lucky charm!”

There is a beam of light as a paint bucket appears before him. A paint bucket is what the miraculous has given him.

“Red paint?” Chat questions. He winks as he breathes his next words, “You gonna draw me like one of your French girls, buginette?”

Eddie says nothing. This is no time for bickering. Instead, Eddie searches the room for some way to use this lucky charm. And then he realizes. He gets an idea, and his mouth perks up in a clever grin, and he tells Chat, “Listen for me.” In the meantime, Eddie runs toward the left side of the room and hoists himself up over the second story balcony that frames the school. He places the paint bucket on the balcony fencing with delicate hands.

“There,” Chat suddenly says. “Did you hear that?” Eddie glances over at his partner and furrows his eyebrows. And he listens. Solely listens.

Ever so slightly, there is a quiet murmur.

“There!” Eddie echoes as he throws his yo-yo toward the noise. The string circles around the target successfully, bringing some sort of shape to Transparencee, and Eddie pulls back immediately, aiming her toward the paint bucket. When Transparencee slams against the paint bucket, the paint bursts out and her shape becomes visible. During her fall, a small notebook seemed to have been ripped from her hands. It is also covered in red paint, lying at the girl’s side. Eddie grins, tightening his grip on his yo-yo so he can keep Transparencee trapped in place. “Chat Noir?” Eddie says, glancing down over the balcony at his partner. Chat mirrors Eddie’s look of content and hops up to where Eddie is standing.

“You’re the cat’s meow,” Chat says. Eddie routinely rolls his eyes. “The akuma must be in that notebook.”

“Do the honors, kitty,” Eddie replies, and Chat Noir summons his cataclysm to strip the notebook into nothing. The akuma emerges from the broken notebook and begins to flutter away. At the black butterfly’s release, Transparencee transforms back into her civilian persona after being engulfed by a dark bubbly mass. Eddie swings his yo-yo toward the akuma and captures it. He watches as the butterfly spins and spins, until finally the yo-yo opens up and reveals a beautiful, white butterfly. “No more evil doing for you, little akuma.”

At the demand of Ladybug’s power, everything in Paris that had been affected during the akuma attack has been reverted back to normal.

“Pound it,” Chat Noir says, his fist raised. It is tradition. Eddie fist bumps his partner and they exchange celebratory smiles, but it wouldn’t be the end of an akuma fight if their miraculous didn’t beep. Now, they only have a few minutes before they transform back to normal.

“What happened?” The girl asks, sitting on the ground where Eddie had left her chaotic persona. It is a girl Eddie vaguely recognizes. He thinks he had an art class with her once. Eddie goes over to her and helps her up. “Was I akumatized?”

“Yeah, but everything’s okay now,” Eddie tells her. Chat Noir holds out the girl’s notebook.

“I believe this is yours,” Chat says, and the girl nods, taking it from him shyly.

“Thanks,” she replies. “Sorry for the trouble I caused.”

“No problem,” Chat says. “But I’m afraid me and my lovebug have got to get this show on the road.”

Eddie glares at him. “I’m not your lovebug.”

“Not yet, you aren’t.” Chat winks.

Ignoring Chat Noir’s typical behavior, Eddie asks the girl, “Will you get back home all right?” She nods. “Good. Be safe.” Chat Noir looks at Eddie, and together they rush out the school entrance and run to the nearest rooftop.

“Great job, my love. Seems we got ourselves out of that sticky situation pretty quickly,” Chat Noir comments.

“Guess we did,” Eddie shoots back.

“Well.” There is a beat of silence as Chat cradles his tail. “Until next time, buginette.” He takes Eddie’s gloved hand and kisses it softly. Eddie watches, utterly dumbfounded. He recalls the night before, and how Chat Noir had practically confessed his love for Ladybug to Eddie Kaspbrak. Chat was hurt that Ladybug hadn’t showed up for the especially planned evening. That has got to be one of the worst ways to be shot down. The memory of Chat’s hurt expression on Eddie’s balcony brings a sour feeling.

“Chat,” Eddie says, voice like warm sugar. Chat Noir quirks a brow, lips still pressed to Eddie’s hand tenderly. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you last night.”

“Ladybug,” Chat Noir says, and he releases Eddie’s hand slowly and rubs one of his ears, perhaps feeling a little flustered. It makes Eddie want to giggle, watching Chat unfold before him like this. “That’s okay. At least I got to see you today.” Eddie smiles softly. That is an awfully sweet thing for Chat Noir to say. “And besides, I wasn’t in bad company last night, so I forgive you.” Eddie blinks.

“Who were you with?” Eddie asks, wanting to act natural even though he knows full well whom Chat Noir was with last night. “Replacing me so easily, kitty?” He throws in for good measure. And it makes Chat Noir laugh.

“Just a friend,” he says. “Jealous, my love?”

“You wish.” Eddie giggles, and Chat Noir’s ring beeps. “Your ring! We should probably get going before we transform back.”

“Good idea.” Chat Noir nods. “Wouldn’t want you to see who I really am. You would be blinded by my good looks. Until next time, LB.” Eddie watches, content, as Chat Noir runs to the edge of the rooftop and jumps to the next building, making his way away from his partner so he can transform back privately. Eddie wonders what Chat Noir meant about being in good company the night before. They are not friends—Eddie Kaspbrak and Chat Noir. But perhaps, because they both share the discomfort of a yearning heart, one day they could be.

Eddie is sitting at his desk highlighting facts in his Science textbook when Tikki says, “Chat Noir was in a better mood today. I guess you really cheered him up!”

“I didn’t do anything special,” Eddie answers without looking up from his work. His tongue peers out from between his lips in concentration. He really needs to get his work done tonight. No distractions. Nothing. He even declined both of Bill’s FaceTime calls. “I just lent him an ear. Anyone would’ve done it.” Though maybe Eddie’s acceptance of listening to Chat Noir’s woes came from the guilt Eddie feels for being the cause of them.

“You told him Ladybug was lucky to have him,” Tikki replies, settling on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie considers her words, and caps his highlighter to think properly. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what Tikki is expecting of him.

“Well,” Eddie says, hesitant. He glances over at Tikki before checking the time on his phone. It is almost nine o’clock and Eddie is nearly halfway done with his homework. He really shouldn’t be wasting time talking about Chat Noir right now, and Tikki knows that, but maybe she finds value in this conversation that Eddie cannot. She is like that. Wiser, and sweeter than Eddie. “It’s true, isn’t it?”

Tikki only giggles, and flies over to Eddie’s bed. Eddie watches her tuck herself next to one of his stuffed animals, and then turns his attention back to his homework. Yet before he can even pick up his highlighter again, there is a knock at the trapdoor above his bed—the one that leads to his balcony. Eddie’s eyes dart over to Tikki, who shrugs her little arms up and makes a face at Eddie. She says, “You have company.” Eddie frowns, and stands up out of his desk chair to go up the ladder to his loft. He opens the trapdoor and peeks his head outside, confused. (Maybe it was just the wind?)

“Hey,” Eddie hears a voice say, and he looks over his shoulder to the roof of his house. “Funny running into you here.”

“Chat Noir,” Eddie says, huffing a laugh. “Are these visits going to be a nightly occurrence? I’ve got homework to do.”

“Me-ouch,” Chat says, hopping down from the roof and taking a seat at Eddie’s outdoor table. “Do I really bother you that much?” Eddie cracks a smile, keeps his mouth shut, and climbs completely out of the doorway. He shuts it behind him, so that the cold doesn’t drift into his bedroom and he isn’t totally freezing when he tucks himself into bed. “I didn’t think so.”

“Okay… So you don’t annoy me,” Eddie says, crossing his arms. He should’ve brought a sweater. “But seriously, what’re you doing here?”

“I just wanted to thank you,” Chat Noir explains, shocking Eddie. “For listening to me ramble last night. I realized it was a lot to put on someone, but you seem like a nice guy and I couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie says. “You don’t have to say thanks. Anyone would’ve done it.” He echoes his conversation with Tikki, because it is true, and he doesn’t want Chat Noir to think he is anything special. That would be misleading and disappointing.

“Maybe.” Humming, Chat Noir stands up from the chair and comes over to where Eddie is standing, back to the balcony fence. “But you knew exactly what to say. So thank you.” And Chat reaches for Eddie’s hand. He presses his cold lips to Eddie’s skin, and Eddie freezes right there and then. This is a gesture he is so familiar with; Chat Noir always kisses Ladybug’s hand. It is his thing. But then… why is he kissing Eddie’s hand? “You sure know how to com-fur-t a cat.” And in complete Ladybug fashion, Eddie finds himself rolling his eyes.

He takes his hand from Chat’s grasp and tugs on his loose shirt. He feels Chat’s gaze, heavy and concentrative. It is quiet for a short while. Both of them seem a little lost. God knows Eddie feels it.

“Do you really have homework to do?” he hears Chat Noir ask, in an unusually gentle voice.

Eddie glances up at him, and because of the soft, honey sweet look Chat Noir is giving him, he finds himself lying. He parts his lips, and he answers, “No. I don’t.”

It makes Chat smile, and it makes Eddie think. Think that maybe there is an alternate universe where Chat Noir knows Eddie Kaspbrak is Ladybug.

And maybe, just maybe, he is okay with it.

#reddie fanfic #reddie #fic #miraculous!reddie #*#writing #also its ooc for me but i didnt proof read this or get a beta oops #sorry if it sucks #i really dont know what to tag this as lol

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morningtomes · 5 years

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Gingerly slips inside of his tent while he's still sleeping. Or, should be sleeping. When Morgan looks at him on his cot, he appears to be sleeping! So this should work. It's a book of plants. Different plants with the drawings, the definitions and uses, and as a bonus? The plant pressed into the page. Buying the book was easy. Hunting down the plants and pressing them in there was difficult. She's hoping Robin will like it! Placing it on his desk, she slowly makes her way back out.

luckily for the smaller tactician, robin was in fact asleep! relatively in a deep sleep as well, more than likely from prior visible exhaustion with straining himself the day before, so her actions are completely unnoticed— for the time being, of course.

it’s not horrendously longer later does he wake up, but it’s definitely not immediately after she’s left either. it takes a while for surroundings to be taken in once he’s sitting up and the sleepiness is rubbed out of tired caramel eyes. yeah, still exhausted from the day before. today’s going to be a nightmare, he could already tell— wait. something was off.

his attention is immediately locked onto the new book added onto his desk. his tent was a mess, that was obvious, but to him it was an organized mess that he knew like the back of his hand, and he knew that this gift was not there before. robin’s hardly giving himself the time to stretch and let his body adjust to being active as he’s up and immediately taking it into his hands to figure out what exactly it was and perhaps just how it managed to get there.

it only takes mere moments for his mind to process what he was looking at, idly flipping through the pages— it’s a plant book! it’s very easy to tell, really, but it can be blamed on him just waking up. he already had a general guess as to who the culprit was for leaving this out so suddenly, but upon seeing a very specific page does a smile brew on his visage as all guesses come to a conclusive answer.

it was morgan’s work, that much was clear. the two shared a similar interest in anything floral in a way it could almost seem ironic, would they not be related by blood. a hobby and interest of his while not proudly displayed like other shepherds would (owain or vaike, specifically), it was well known to the daughter in question, and to say he was impressed with her clear effort with the gift as well as just merely loved the gift itself would be an understatement to an astronomical scale.

in usual cases like these he would sit down and spend as much time as possible studying every page for as long as his constantly working brain could manage, he could settle for saving it for later once night rolls around again. a few more idle flips of pages before the book is shut and gently placed back to where it was put prior. of course he means no disrespect by not fully enjoying the gift, not in the slightest, but he’s got some bigger priorities at the moment. whatever plans robin had for the day we’re now completely forgotten and mentally pushed to the side as he shifts to dress himself properly before leaving his tent to find the daughter in question.

sure, it was technically his day to be celebrated, but that doesn’t mean he can’t decide to spend his day with morgan and properly express just how much he loves her for making such a day as this so special. she deserved it, after all.

#drylicu #《 ϟ. and hear the thunderclap 》 (answer)#long post //#fathers day //#wEEEEW this took a bit. whoopsies #sorry if theres like. any kind of errors. theres a lot of words and i just didnt have the energy to proof read #oops. oh well #also sorry if this is like?? bad ig?? i tried #robin Loves His Daughter and Everything She Does For Him

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HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???

Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??

Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs

I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚

-🚬

BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33

Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass

ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO

warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation

Bangchan

“w-what the fuck”

yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him

you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie

boy would be ~ flustered ~

he’d find it interesting

why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?

like that type of thoughs

but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO

you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster.

until...

you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching

you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans

“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”

Minho

be bold with this man

pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god

he doesn’t think it fair

eventhough he does the exact same to you

when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on

but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game

“how many times can i get y/n to moan”

NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM

it would take sum time to get him to cum

he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you

but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick

stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...

you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)

“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?”

nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry

Changbin

he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention

which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao

“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!”

that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha

I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!

he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”

BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION

but he came anyways so..

you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it

“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”

Hyunjin

another boy thats lives for this

why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me

would purposefully make you bored

“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”

you shrug, “alright”

you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner

suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,

you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face.

“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))

Jisung

FUCK YES LETS GO

he would already just be naked infront of you at random times

like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?

but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time

your hand just having a mind of it’s own...

but you’d notice pretty quick

since this boy LOUD YALL

whiny mf

“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.

you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA

he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”

and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”

not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan

“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”

after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”

but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes

“c-could we keep going?”

Felix

boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack

because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH

mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( )

thats legit the only reason LMAO

noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33

BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you

“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”

ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS

4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT

and you didnt even notice?!?!

you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS

because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv

needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while

until you attacked again LMAO

Seungmin

ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think

alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy

you need to give the puppy some time to warm up

do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH

so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing

and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off

you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock

“y-y/n can you stop?”

“stop what- oh”

looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes

NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN

goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?

seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING

Jeongin

BLUSHY BOY

I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY

“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead”

boy would melt

painfully shy (and hard)

because you it all happened so fast??

the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously

he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob

you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around

until you hear

“h-hghnn...”

thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH

jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!

I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^

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Burn traitor | Geto Suguru

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: geto suguru

words: 2080

notes: hey! this is my first geto piece and it's angst hehe. I had this idea for a while now and I finally found a song that inspired me to write it, the lyrics do not really match the scenario but I still think the atmosphere fits. I think it's one of my favourite I've written, not that I wrote it well because, I didnt, I just like making myself suffer apparently because I love writting angst oops... also sorry for any mistakes english isn't my native language! also my requests are open you can find my rules here.

not proof read

song rec: burn x traitor mashup - Hamilton & Olivia Rodrigo

genre: angst

warnings: manga spoilers, violence, major character death, murder, some blood, i think that's it, tell me if i missed anything

You met Geto when you were both in high school, honestly your meeting wasn’t the most romantic, in fact he saved you from a curse on that day. Before meeting him, you had no idea what a curse was and if anyone told you they existed you probably would have laughed in their face. But unfortunately for you, they existed and you wished you had learned about them beforehand, because this was one of the scariest moments of your life. However, thanks to this unfortunate night you met the love of your life. The one who saved you ended up becoming the very person you would become infatuated with. After saving you, you both started seeing each other, going on some dates before making it official. You both seemed to have what people would call the perfect love, your friends would often tell you that you found your soulmates and you truly believed you did. At least that’s what you thought.

Geto had been sent on a mission a week ago, but he promised he would be back for your 2 years anniversary, he said that no matter what he would always find a way to come back to you. So why wasn’t he here, why were you crying in the arms of your boyfriend’s best friend while he was trying his best to contain his own? Why was he saying Geto left? That he killed his parents and ran away to become a curse user?

“He wouldn’t. He can’t do this, he would have told me, warned me at least.” You cried to Gojo.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to believe it either, but I saw him, I talked to him and he did, there is no going back. He won’t change his mind.” He told you, sadness clear in his voice.

“I need to see him too, tell me where I can see him.”You said, begging Gojo with your eyes.

“I think it’s best for you if you didn’t. He didn’t hesitate to kill his own parents, I think it would be safer for you as a non-sorcerer to just let him go, and maybe move away.” The white-haired man tried explaining, but you could only shake your head at him.

“No! You’re lying, you’re trying to keep me away from him. He would never do this to me, to them. You’re a liar Gojo!” Your cries getting louder with each word, you tried escaping the sorcerer’s grasp but it was in vain.

“I’m sorry.” The young man once again said, still not letting go of your struggling figure. “I can’t let you get hurt more than this, I know this is why he didn’t come back to you, he can’t hurt you. Please listen to me, at least this once.”

And listen to him you did, it took a lot of convincing but you did, kind of. You were feeling a lot of things, sadness, anger, betrayal, but deep down you still missed him. You told yourself that maybe he did want to come to you but couldn’t because he knew the higherups would be able to find him here, you were trying to convince yourself that maybe he was missing you just as much and that he would come to find you later, when they wouldn’t be searching for him so heavily. So you waited, a day, then two, and then three, and soon days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, which turned into years.

It had already been three years, three years since Suguru vanished from your life, three years since he left you behind as if you never mattered to him, as if you didn’t spend two years of your life loving and supporting him with everything you got. Three years since you started waiting for him, hoping to get a sign from him, a letter, a phone call, anything that would tell you he was still alive, and missed you just as much as you did. Yes, of course you were angry, you wanted to scream at him from what he did, but, a part of you still wanted to believe that none of this was true, and that he didn’t do this of his own volition.

It was an ordinary day for you, you were in your apartment, watching the tv while reminiscing about your days with Geto, when a knock on your door interrupted your train of thoughts. Almost like a robot you took yourself to the door, thinking it might just be Gojo checking on you like he had been doing for three years. But when you opened your door, it wasn’t the white-haired sorcerer standing in front of you, no. It was the very man you were previously thinking about, the one you thought you would never see again. You couldn’t believe your eyes, you hoped so hard for this day to happen that now it suddenly became real, you were starting to doubt your sanity.

“Su-suguru?” You eventually let out under your breath after staring at him for what felt like hours.

“Hey…” He awkwardly waved at your frozen figure.

“Hey? Hey??? Is that all you have to say?” You asked dumbfounded, finally snapping out of your daydream. “How dare you? You disappeared right before our second anniversary after promising me you would always come back to me. Three years Geto, you left for three years. And now you come back like nothing happened and the first thing you say is hey? Is that all I’m worth? Didn’t I deserve at least a goodbye? An explanation? A letter? Anything? Do you know what I’ve been told about you? Do know what they said you’ve done?? They said I shouldn’t try to reach you because you would kill me too.” All of your pent-up frustration and anger ultimately getting the best you, and before you could stop them tears were running down your cheeks.

“Look, I’m truly sorry for making you go through all of this. It was never my intention.” The black-haired sorcerer started.

“You’re sorry?” You said incredulously, years of repressed anger finally bursting out. “You think a sorry will cut it? Geto do you know what I went through? I’ve waited for a sign from you for three years. For three years I’ve prayed and hoped that none of what I’ve been told was right. I believed in you, believed in what we had. But now that you’re standing before me all of that hope in you has completely vanished. You don’t even look a bit remorseful for what you’ve made me go through. Sorry? Let me laugh. Are you sorry for the sleepless nights? For the hours spent crying over your disappearance? For the void in my heart that you’ve caused when you left? Are you sorry for the way you broke me Suguru? Are your sorry for the way you’ve emotionally killed me?”

Your monologue left the curse user speechless, he truly was sorry, he wished he could have told you but he couldn’t. He always thought about you, he missed you the most. He wanted to come see you so badly, hug you, tell you how much he loved you, and most of all kiss you, he wanted it so badly but he knew it would only put you in danger, so he didn’t. This is all he wanted to tell you, but couldn’t, he knew you would believe him, and, in the end, this was going to hurt even more.

“I am.” Geto settled on these simple words, he knew it wasn’t enough, he knew it would anger you, but this was for the best, he already made his choice three years ago.

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe I trusted you, that I thought you weren’t the person people said you became. How foolish of me to have trusted you. Thanks for giving me the closure I needed. At least you’ve done one thing right.” You laughed bittersweetly before reaching for the door and closing it.

“Are you going to do it or not?” A voice suddenly said, holding the door you were about to shut. “This is what we came here for. Remember what you’ve said, this world doesn’t have space for non-sorcerers.”

“I know. I will do it. I just need a moment.” The black-haired sorcerer replied with a heavy sigh which deeply confused you.

“What are you even saying? Stop whatever you’re doing, just leave and let me close this damn door.” You growled, growing annoyed at the fact your door wouldn’t budge no matter how much strength you used.

“So?” The same voice asked, continuing to apply pressure on the door to keep you from shutting it.

“I’m sorry.” Geto sighed sadly, his eyes filled with this same foreign feeling they had before he left for his last mission as a jujutsu sorcerer.

“You already said that, I get it. Now leave.” You insisted, growing scared at your door which wouldn’t close and the look in Geto’s eyes.

“I never meant for this to happen.” Your ex-lover said, bringing one of his hands to caress your cheek.

“What are you talking about?” You inquired, now furiously pushing on your door in hope it would finally close.

“But I have no choice.” The curse user continued, his fingers catching the tears that were still rolling down your face. “I know you will understand.”

“What the fuck are you saying Suguru, get out of here you’re scaring me. I don’t know you anymore. You’re not the person I used to love!” You screamed, hands shaking and still pushing the unmoveable door. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”

“I loved you, I always will. I hope we will be able to meet in our next life and finally be together like we were meant to.” Geto declared before bending down to softly kiss your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

His actions stunned you, you didn’t even have the time to process anything before a warm feeling made its way to your stomach. Quite a familiar and nostalgic feeling if you were asked, the same one you used to feel whenever you and Geto were together, the one which used to spread throughout your entire body when he would tell you he loved you. But today it felt strangely different, almost bittersweet, it wasn’t a feeling you ever wanted to feel again, no, this one hurt, this one burned you to your core, this one was killing you.

“You-” You started before a violent cough interrupted you, one that burned your entire throat. You coughed for a minute before looking down at your hand, and to your horror it was covered in blood.

Panic and confusion flooded your mind, you looked at Geto’s face, searching for an answer, something that would tell you what was happening but the only thing you could see was the one thing you wished you could have seen when he first knocked on this door, remorse. Eventually your eyes trailed down your lover figure, until you saw his arms reaching out to you, you didn’t remember that he was touching you. You followed it to find where his hand was, your stomach. Your vision was starting to get blurry, was it the tears? Or were you losing consciousness? You didn’t really know. All you knew was that this warm feeling in your stomach was getting stronger and stronger. You blinked a few times and finally, you could see clearly, Geto wasn’t touching you, no, Geto was killing you. His arm that you thought was reaching out to you, was in fact piercing you right through your stomach. This warm feeling that kept getting stronger, it wasn’t love, no, it was anger, pain, betrayal, resentment. How foolish of you to have believed in him.

In your last moment of consciousness, you told yourself that you should have trusted Gojo, you should have listened to him and moved overseas. You shouldn’t have had faith in Geto, deep down you knew it, you knew it, but it was too late for regrets, nothing could be done anymore, he won.

“Traitor.” You managed to let out before taking your final breath, the world around you gradually fading to black. The last image you saw was the face of your lover, tears-stained cheeks and remorse written all over it, but it was too late for regrets, he picked the world he wanted to live in and you weren’t part of it.

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