#late night thought I had that incarnated into this

[dearest-tobio]

"no."

you and oikawa's synchronicity to iwaizumi's announcement only upped the brewing discomfort. iwaizumi responded with a shrug, unconcerned to the damning fate he just signed you off to.

"sorry guys. makki misbooked. you're just going to have to share a room."

"with him?" you exclaimed, ignoring the petulant, whiny protests that escaped oikawa's lips. "iwa, you know that i'd be more than happy to share a room. that's not what this is about. what this is about is partnering me up with the devil incarnate himself."

"hey!" oikawa interjected. "first things first, i'm borderline angelic. second things second, you can't possibly pair me up with—" oikawa took the pause to gesture to you, further exaggerating the displeasure on his features.

iwaizumi sighed, his intentions of staying as far away as possible the conflict apparent on his face. "it's just one night, you two. we'll get separate rooms tomorrow."

"but—stop copying me!”

“you’re the one who’s been copying me. you stop—"

"enough!"

the piercing finality in iwaizumi's voice adjourned your bickering, and you watched as seijoh's ace pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"one night. don't let me catch you all entangled up in each other tomorrow and saying things like, 'never mind. we prefer sharing.'"

"i won't," oikawa declared, pride dripping from his words. "don't know about my partner over here, though. just might finally fall for my charm."

"in your dreams, shittykawa."

and now here you both were, laying by each other in the same bed.

you had constructed a makeshift wall to avoid the situation that iwaizumi had described earlier, and oikawa had followed suit. running down the middle of the mattress was a haphazard arrangement of pillows, effectively separating you from the setter.

despite the barrier, you knew that oikawa was still awake. he was shifting and shuffling in the sheets, a sign that he was as devoid of sleep as you were.

"can't sleep?"

the silence that came after was imperceptibly awkward: maybe oikawa was asleep after all, maybe he's just someone who moves around a lot when he sleeps—

"yeah."

“me too,” you replied. “i miss my own bed back home.”

oikawa’s laugh chimed through the chilly night air. “same here,” he admitted. “i don’t go out of town a lot for the sole reason that most hotel beds aren’t comfortable enough.”

preparing for the settle back to quiet, you were more than surprised to hear oikawa’s next words. “why do you hate me so much?”

“hate? you think i hate you?”

“well,” oikawa resumed, “we do argue a lot. over the silliest things. you get along ok with makki, mattsun, iwa. just not me. so yeah, i think you hate me.”

you glanced at your fingers, hoping that the nerves in your system didn’t manifest in the deep breath you took. “i don’t hate you, oikawa. you’re just annoying sometimes, that’s all.”

"what am i on other times?”

“hm? what do you mean?”

“if i’m annoying sometimes, what am i on other times?”

it was your turn to break out in laughter, the jubilance contrasting sharply with the late hour. “i don’t know. haven’t thought about it.”

“oh come on,” oikawa prodded, and you could already picture the smile tugging up at the corner of his lips. “entertain me. might help me sleep earlier.”

“ok.” he’ll forget about it in the morning. “i think you’re charming when you want to be. funny. not that bad looking. amazing at volleyball.”

“so you think i’m, and i quote, ‘not that bad looking’, hm?”

you groaned, rolling your eyes at the ceiling. “out of all the things i mentioned, you choose to focus on the one about your looks? typical.”

oikawa chuckles, and you found yourself following suit. a comfortable silence resides between the two of you: peace, at last. 

you turn your head to see oikawa peek under a pillow in the wall you’ve constructed, his chocolate eyes blinking with a smile. “good night.”

“good night,” you whisper back, brimming like a child with newfound secrets.

the morning after, iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki discovers you entangled with oikawa. pillow partition long forgotten, you laid your head on oikawa’s chest, while his hand was delicately positioned on the small of your back.

matsukawa manages a knowing smirk, hanamaki returning it with a version of his own as he immortalises the scene with his phone. meanwhile, iwaizumi shakes his head, recalling the dramatics of the previous day.

"look at these two idiots. 'don’t want to share a room’, my ass.”

masterlist

[deedeeznoots]

Hope I Never Forget

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, GN!Reader

➺ Word Count: 1.7k

➺ Genre: Fluff, Angst (With Comfort)

➺ Content: JJK Anime Spoilers, Mentions of Death, Grief, Choso Crying, Reverse Comfort, Established Relationship 

➺ A/N: Thank you @emmyrosee for requesting something from my 100 followers post! I hope I did your request justice!

➺ Synopsis: Choso’s fondest memory after being incarnated was his younger brothers helping him with his hair. Years later, he’s ready to relive that memory with you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

It had been years since the deaths of his brothers, and while he has long forgiven the people who killed them (especially his other younger brother Yuji Itadori), he will never be able to fully recover from losing them.

As the years passed, life moved on for Choso. He no longer had to fight anymore, and even found himself in a loving relationship. Yet, every so often he still thinks about his brothers, about all the little things they couldn’t do before their deaths that he has the privilege to experience. Every birthday he celebrated, every Sunday morning he spent in bed, every late night spent laying next to his loved ones watching movies, all things his brothers have never and will never be able to experience with him.

His brothers were only able to experience one small shred of comfort before their deaths, and that was tying their older brother’s hair. The day the brothers incarnated, they insisted on tying Choso’s hair for him. The feeling of his hair being pulled into two pigtails by his younger brothers was the last memory Choso had of all of them together, and that day was the last time Choso ever saw their smiling faces. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

The hairstyle brought Choso a sense of comfort, it was the one thing that remained untouched by the new life Choso led as a human. Every day, Choso would take two hair ties and carefully put his hair into the familiar pigtails that his brothers did for him years prior. 

Still, tying his hair up would be a struggle sometimes. Even though it was a style that he’s done for years, some days his hair would simply choose to not cooperate. Today was unfortunately one of those days for Choso.

 Each time Choso tried to put his hair up, something would feel off. Whether it was the pigtails being uneven, his hair slipping out of the tie, or finding his hair in knots from constantly pulling on it. What seemed like two simple pigtails turned out to actually be quite difficult to put up. Yet, Choso was determined to do it correctly, he had to for his brothers.

He started tying his hair during the early morning, but enough hours had passed that the once rising sun began to set. Even as the world moved, Choso stood still in front of his bedroom mirror, trying to tie his hair perfectly…but he just couldn’t get it right. Choso began to grow frustrated with each failed attempt. He thought about how much easier this would be for his brothers, how they would be able to do it so easily. He thought about how much easier everything would’ve been if he just had them by his side. 

Choso’s chest began to tighten. He wasn’t even focused on his hair anymore, his only thoughts consisting of how much he missed his family. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, when he suddenly heard the front door open. 

“Cho! Where are you?” your distant voice was like a lifeline for Choso, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, not today. “I’m in our room” his deep voice boomed throughout the house, and you rushed to that spot the moment you heard him. You entered the bedroom to see Choso sitting by the mirror with his hair down. You looked at him confused, “You’re re-doing your hair?” you asked him. Choso stood still for a moment, he didn’t like lying to you, but how could he explain that he spent the entire day doing his hair? 

You knew Choso more than anyone though, so his silence was enough. Every so often Choso would be so focused on a task that he’d lose track of time, and you assumed this was one of those days. “Here let me help you” you said gently, but as you reached out to touch his hair Choso suddenly stood away from you “No!”.

You immediately move your hands away from him, staring at him wide-eyed. Choso never yelled at you, so you were concerned about something being wrong. You look at Choso now standing, as looks shocked at his own behavior toward you.

You see Choso’s body tremble as he slumps down into the floor. The tears he tried so hard to hold back now freely falling down his cheeks as he sits in a seated fetal position, trying his best to make himself as small as possible. “I– I can’t…” he whispers to himself, but you are able to hear it. As you slowly sit next to him, you are able to hear his full sentence “I can’t do this… not without them” you hear him repeat over and over in between soft whimpers.

You know immediately who he’s talking about. You slowly inch closer to Choso, making sure he’s comfortable with your distance between each other. You breathe out a sigh of relief when you feel Choso lean into you, connecting your bodies together. 

“I’m sorry for yelling…” Choso says softly, his own breathing calming down the moment his body touches yours. You wrap your arms around him, making sure to speak softly to not frighten him more “It’s okay Choso… but why won’t you let me help you?”. You didn’t want to make assumptions, you wanted Choso to tell you his feelings directly.

Choso thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully when he says “No one other than my brothers ever touched my hair. If I let someone else do it now… what will it mean for them? What if I forget the day they did it?” Choso makes himself even smaller than before, shuddering at the thought of one day forgetting his baby siblings. 

Hearing his words breaks your heart, and you can’t help but put your hand to his cheek and wipe away the warm tears from his eyes. Caressing his cheek, you say “I won’t do it for you if you really don’t want me to… but you would never forget your brothers, and I’m sure they would want you to ask for help when you need it”. You touch your boyfriend’s forehead to your own. Looking into his eyes, you see him trying to contemplate his thoughts “Are you sure…?” he asks, trying his best to trust you at this moment. 

You smile softly… still holding Choso’s body close to yours, “Completely”. 

The both of you take a seat on your shared bed. Choso, feeling soft and comfortable, leans into you as you comb your hand through his tangled hair. He still felt a bit odd feeling someone else touch his hair in this way, but eventually he was able to fully let go and allow you to take care of him. It helped that your touch was gentle, making sure to not pull too hard. You didn’t rush with his hair, something that even Choso did sometimes when he put his hair up. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time. 

You continued gently brushing his hair, making sure to get rid of all of the little knots that appeared. Choso felt his eyelids get heavier as you massaged his scalp, and while he tried his best to stay awake, his eyes continued to close for longer and longer periods of time before he finally succumbed to slumber while sitting down. 

You didn’t notice that Choso fell asleep at first, continuing to gently brush his hair until it was completely untangled. You eventually took two hair ties and securely tied his hair into two pigtails… making sure to keep his bangs down, just the way Choso liked it. Finishing up, you exclaimed “Perfect! My boyfriend is so handsome” with a giggle in your voice. 

When you don’t hear Choso respond you get slightly worried, wondering if you did something wrong. That was until you heard him softly snore and realize he’s completely asleep. You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, making sure you aren’t loud enough to wake him up. You slowly turn him toward the pillows and lie him down with his hair still up. 

You softly kiss Choso’s lips and lay on his chest, feeling him rise and fall as he breathes in and out in his sleep. Feeling comfortable with your boyfriend’s warmth enveloping your body, you feel yourself slowly fall asleep on his chest, your heart beating with glee at Choso allowing himself to be vulnerable with you and being brave enough to share a part of himself that he hadn’t before. Eventually, you feel your eyes completely close, with your last thought before completely falling to sleep being your loving boyfriend.

After a few hours, Choso is stirred awake and he wakes up. “What happened?” he sits up confused as he rubs his eyes. Your lying figure next to him helps him relay his memories slightly. Right. You were doing his hair when he must’ve fallen asleep.

He sees you asleep and he can’t help but kiss your forehead. Still feeling the ties around his hair, he gets up to look at himself in the mirror. You did an amazing job, and two pigtails still stand proud on his head even after his sleep. 

A big goofy smile is plastered on his face as he admires your work. He thinks about his brothers once again, that soft feeling of familiarity as he allowed them to take care of him. He thinks about you and how you allowed him to feel that feeling once again with your gentle touch and understanding. Grief is no easy feat, and Choso has to go through that grief every day. Still, he thinks about you and how you comforted him today through such a small action, and he can’t help but smile.

He was so afraid of taking away the memory of his brothers by letting you tie his hair, but he realizes that it isn’t true at all. His brothers will forever live in his memory now through the both of you, and he feels them all around now more than ever. He was going to be okay, because he had you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday… and he hopes he never forgets. 

A/N: So…I have a prequel made for this story of Choso’s brothers doing his hair. It was originally supposed to be part of this post but after writing it I realized it didn’t really fit so I decided to just make it a separate post. I’ll be posting it tomorrow! 

A/N: Love Choso? This story also features him! (Be warned, it’s 18+)

Taglist: @emmyrosee

[eddiesghxst]

The After Party

this is nothing but smut and entirely based off the gorgeous and delicious request my sweet stink @mmunson86 sent me <3

credit for cute lil dividers: @cafekitsune

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x makeup artist!reader

summary: you and eddie celebrate after a successful night

contains: eddie is a little anxious in the beginning, grinding, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected - don't be silly), creampie, multiple L word bombs, and eddie being a sweet lil rockstar bf <3

word count: 4.5k

-masterlist-

The Oscars.

A night full of pretentious actors and actresses who walk with their noses high in the air with straight backs and posh accents to match.

It’s a load of bullshit, is what Eddie thinks.

Maybe not bullshit— that’s a harsh way to put it— but it’s definitely not any place for a metalhead rockstar, let alone four metalhead rockstars.

Yet, here Eddie is, preparing to step out of a black SUV and into the swarming crowd of flashing lights, nameless faces, and a hailstorm of screaming questions. Not the ideal way Eddie would choose to spend his Sunday night, but he’s more focused on what will come after the award show.

A night spent with you.

His lucky charm.

You and Eddie met many moons ago, back in ‘91. Corroded Coffin was finally going big and landed a shoot for their first official music video. Eddie hadn’t believed the day could get any better, but then you came in, all panicked and spewing apologies for running late. And you were gorgeous; everything about you was perfect: your hair, your lips, your eyes, your hands, your legs. Everything. And, well, Eddie was stoked to find out you were a part of their makeup crew for the day. 

Obviously, Eddie managed to end up in your chair, and it’s the best decision Eddie ever made— because now, four years later, Eddie’s riding to the fucking Oscars with the love of his life.

Fuckin’ ace, right?

When Eddie asked you if you were doing anything on the night of the Oscars, you had initially thought it would be to do his makeup since you don’t often attend these types of things with him, but he quickly shut that down, “No, I want you to come with me— you do know you’re also my girlfriend, right?”

You were surprised because, well, shit, it’s the fucking Oscars, but even if you insisted that Eddie should take Wayne instead, he refused to take no for an answer, and now he’s thankful for his stubborn manners because you look stunning.

Eddie can’t wrap his mind around how beautiful you look tonight. You always look beautiful, but tonight, it’s a different tier of Disney princess incarnate. You’re breathtaking, Eddie thinks as he watches you apply your lipstick.

You’re wearing a custom-made all-black lace Chanel dress; it hugs you in all the right places and sits around your chest in a sinfully perfect way that has Eddie shifting in his seat every now and then. 

Eddie doesn’t realize you’re talking to him until you reach out and touch his knee, “Huh?”

Your lips curve into a soft smile, “You doing okay, hon?” You ask as you squeeze his knee.

Eddie hums, resting his hand over yours and curling his fingers around yours to bring your hand to his mouth, muttering into your knuckles as he kisses your warm skin, “Peachy.”

It’s not Eddie’s scene; award shows like this. More so because Eddie is a singer and not an actor, but the band was nominated for best documentary feature. For the past two years, Corroded Coffin has been working day and night on their rise to fame documentary— and fuck, did the film pull numbers.

Initially, the boys hadn’t imagined the movie would get this much attention, and Gareth wouldn’t believe it even if you showed him the actual numbers, but reality settled in when they got the letter for their Oscar nomination.

The boys have been excited, to say the least. Eddie has been preparing a speech for months now and has been talking about it for weeks on end, and now that the day has come, Eddie’s a nervous wreck, and apparently, he’s shit at masking it because you’re leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re gonna do great. You have nothing to worry about.” You assure Eddie with a squeeze of his fingers, and Eddie thinks you’re right— there’s nothing to worry about, right?

————

Wrong. 

Eddie was wrong.

The show went great. Corroded Coffin won, and Eddie did somewhat okay on his half of the speech, but whoever the idiot was that was in charge of seating arrangements sat you right next to Steve fucking Harrington— and god, Eddie couldn’t stand how close Steve leaned in each time to speak over the chatter of the crowd.

You’ve mentioned Steve in the past, something about working together on a past film, but Eddie wasn’t aware of how close you two actually are— and is it a crime to get grumpy when a guy is clearly fiending for your girlfriend? Eddie doesn’t think so.

But how can Eddie be upset when you’re peppering wine-sticky kisses all over his face?

“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” You mumble between each kiss.

Eddie can feel the curve of your smile against his skin, and his stomach flips as he squeezes at your hips, pulling you closer as he melts into the plush hotel covers.

“You’re so sweet. Got this hotel for me when it’s supposed to be your night?” You hum, pressing your body into Eddie’s as you leave one wet kiss against his chin. Eddie smiles, “I wanted to do something nice,” Eddie shrugs. “It’s a celebration for us both, princess. You were a part of the journey, too, you know.” He presses a kiss to your lips, and you snort.

“Barely,” you grin. “But I’m honored to have been mentioned in your speech.” You dust your nose across Eddie’s, and Eddie hopes you don’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks at the mention of the heartfelt words he’d said to you while on stage. It made the crowd awe and coo, and you had tears in your eyes when he found his way through the arena back to you, wasting no time in giving you a bone-crushing hug and an excited kiss.

Eddie’s hands trail over your back to squeeze at your ass, humming against your lips when you push back against his touch. Eddie’s fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, “Take this off,” he grumbles, and you smile, kissing him once more before pushing yourself up, “Not so fast, I’ve got a surprise.” You crawl off his lap and roll your eyes when Eddie groans at the loss of contact. 

You fondly gaze down at your boyfriend dramatically splayed out on the hotel bed and snicker as you softly kick at his foot, “Pause the theatrics and unzip me, please?”

Eddie sits up with a grunt, lips twitching when he sees the smile on your face as you turn your back to him. Eddie’s fingers are cool and gentle when they brush against your skin, knuckles grazing down your spine as he unzips the dress. You hold the dress to your chest so it doesn’t fall, and you shiver when Eddie leans forward to press a kiss right in the center of your back, his hands slinking into the opened dress to curl around your warm stomach. Your teeth bite into the smile of your lip as you shimmy out of his hold, teasing him for being greedy and ignoring the annoyed remark he sends toward you.

Eddie watches, lovestruck and in awe, as you saunter into the ensuite and disappear behind the closed door. And as Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, watching the shadow of your figure move beneath the door, he can’t stop himself from asking, “So, what’s up with that Harrington guy?”

“...Steve?”

Eddie tries not to let irritation seep into his tone, but he rolls his eyes and nods as he responds, “Yeah… Steve.”

You knew Eddie had been thinking about your interactions with Steve ever since you found your seats and realized you were sitting next to your longtime friend. It was all friendly, an excited hug to see one another after so long, followed by a lot of conversation throughout the night. Eddie didn’t interrupt, but he kept his hand on your thigh for most of the night.

You had been extra touchy with Eddie all night to remind him that Steve is not who you want and you only have eyes for Eddie, but it seems to have still been on his mind. 

You shrug, even though Eddie can’t see you as you slip on the intricate lingerie. “I told you, babe, we worked on a set together a while back in like ‘89.” You respond before adding on with a joking tone, “He’s too famous for me now.” Eddie immediately responds with, “That’s not true.” and you smile as you strap the garters around your thighs.

You can practically hear Eddie’s gears turning before he speaks up again, “I didn’t know you knew so many people in the film industry.”

Your turn to see yourself in the mirror as you respond, “I mean… sure, Eds, why does it matter?” You ask as you slip on a robe over your decorated figure.

“It doesn’t matter! I mean— it does matter, but I’m not like… bothered.” You giggle as you tighten the robe around your body before swinging the door open, stepping out, and gazing at your flustered boyfriend. The first few buttons of his shirt are open, and his lips are stained red from the wine you’d shared at dinner. His brown eyes are wide and shiny from the light influence, and your heart squeezes within your chest as you step in between his legs and cup his face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and then his forehead. “What’s wrong? You’re upset about Steve?” You hum.

Eddie pouts, ringed fingers sinking into the soft material of your robe. “No.” He grumbles. You smile, tilting his head up so he looks at you; you press the palm of your hand against his eyebrows, gently pushing his bangs out of the way. “You have nothing to worry about, Eds. Steve is just a friend… and I’m like ninety-nine point nine percent sure he has a crush on you.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he squeezes the softness of your hips, “You’re just saying that.”

You shake your head with a snort, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you move to straddle his hips. Your robe shifts from the position, and Eddie’s eyes flicker to the small open view he has of your chest, and he groans at the sight of black straps and lace. You shift on his lap, grabbing his attention as you reply, “I’m not actually,” You hum, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to Eddie’s jaw. He breathes, warm fingers ghosting over your stocking-clad legs and squeezing the thick of your thighs. “Everyone wants you, Eddie.” You whisper as you pepper kisses across his jaw and neck.

Eddie’s hands smooth up your sides and back, ghosting over your neck to cup your face and tilt your head, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you smile and mumble, “S’too bad, you’re stuck with me.” Eddie hums at your words, and you lean in to kiss him again, “Forever.” You add with a joking tone. 

“I don’t mind forever,” Eddie mutters against your lips, and your heart flutters as you imagine forever with Eddie. Settling down in your home together, maybe raising a family, getting a dog or a cat, growing old together. Forever. You want it.

Eddie’s hands are still roaming your body, and you sigh when his fingers gently squeeze over your covered hips. “You gonna show me the rest of my surprise?” Eddie looks at you with hunger in his eyes as his fingers hook into the straps of the garter, pulling and letting it snap against the skin of your thigh and snickering when you jolt with a yelp. “Because these are giving me ideas.”

You giggle, “Ideas?”

Eddie nods, softly nipping at your chin, and you roll your eyes before nodding down at the tied belt of the robe, “Fine then. You can open your gift.”

Eddie’s like a kid on Christmas when you give him the go-ahead. He’s always eager to unravel you in any way, shape, or form, and you have yet to find yourself growing bored of watching him indulge in his favorite toy— you. His gaze is excited, and his fingers make quick work of untying the loose knot, tossing the belt to the side, and pushing open the sides of your cover-up. 

“Jesus fuck…”

Eddie is speechless for the most part, mind struggling on which parts of you to focus on and which parts to touch because every inch of you is just so fucking perfect. Eddie pushes the robe off your shoulders, fingers warm and gentle as they drag down your arms, running over the tops of your thighs and gently squeezing your hips. And then he sees it— the fucking words woven into the fabric of your black panties.

Oscar Winner’s Only

In red cursive lettering. Eddie’s lips quirk into a smile, and you grin as he surges forward to press a searing kiss against your lips, “God, I fucking love you.” He groans as he flips you over, ignoring your squeal as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

“You like it?” You ask, and Eddie moans against your skin before sitting up to look at you, “I fucking love it, baby. You’re so fucking good to me,” He kisses you and you hum, “I want you.” He adds.

“Want you all the time,” Kiss. “Every day.” Kiss. “Every second.” Kiss. “Three sixty-five, baby. You’re so fuckin’ it for me.”

You preen, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in close as your legs cinch around his waist. You sigh heavily into a kiss, your body melting into Eddie’s when you feel him stiff against your core. You squirm, “Show me.” You whisper against him.

Eddie thanks you for the precious and thoughtful gift as he unwraps you from the lacey garments because even though you look like a goddess wrapped in lace, Eddie can’t take a single barrier between you— “I need to see you. All of you. Every inch.” You don’t argue with him on that and allow him to undress the little clothing you had until you’re bare against the hotel sheets. It’s a blurry whirlwind of clothes, kisses, and soft praises as you and Eddie grapple at one another, yearning to feel skin on skin.

Eddie’s kneeling over you, veiny and decorated hands smoothing over your spread thighs, his hair now pulled back into a shitty excuse of a bun— and god, he’s so beautiful. Stark naked body on full display in front of you, tattoos fluttering alive with the steady rise and fall of his chest. Wisps of hair escaped his grasp when he tied his unruly locks, and they now frame his face in an almost heavenly way, and you want so badly to capture his essence in this very moment. Snap a picture and keep it tucked away so you can always gaze at and admire him in this moment.

Eddie’s cock is hard and almost leaking as it stands proud between your bodies, and you want to reach out and touch him, but Eddie is leaning over to kiss you and mumble instructions for you to turn around.

A shiver rolls up your spine in excitement as you flip over, grabbing one of the pillows to hold beneath your chest. You rest your head against the height of the pillow, goosebumps painting all across your body in anticipation. You expect Eddie to hitch your hips back towards him and pull you up to all fours. You expect him to be as hungry and eager as he always is because you and Eddie usually play that way. Rough, hard, toe-curling and sloppy. But you’re surprised when you feel Eddie’s gentle touch travel up the expanse of your thighs, ass, hips, and back, the pressure of him leaning over you to push your hair away from your neck and press a soft kiss to the warm skin.

You can feel him, hard and heavy between your ass, and you can’t help but push your hips back into him. Eddie moans, pressing wet kisses just below your ear, one of his hands slinking around your body and dipping between your hips and thighs to find your soaked and throbbing core. You moan when his fingers explore the familiar area, teasing and dipping and caressing. Your hips move with him and, in turn, allow you to rub against him until he’s panting against your skin. 

“I want it, Eds.” You pant. Eddie hums as he sinks a finger into you, your legs instinctively spreading more beneath him. “Yeah?” He hums, and you nod your head against the pillow. “I wanna taste you first.” He responds, pressing a kiss to your temple. You whimper when his finger ticks up against your spot, thighs twitching in pleasure. “Can I taste her, princess?”

You nod desperately, “Yes,” you pant, “Yes, please. It’s yours, Eddie.”

Eddie’s fingers slip from your core, and he slinks down your body, smattering wet kisses all over your back as he goes. Your heart races as he presses one last kiss to the bottom of your spine before gently tapping your hip. You raise onto your knees at his kind instruction, opening yourself and presenting all you have to him. Eddie groans, hands smoothing over your ass and squeezing the warm flesh before parting you open for his gaze. You whimper at the vulnerability but find yourself clenching in excitement anyway.

Eddie leans forward and kisses the spot where your cheek meets your thigh, “You’re so pretty, baby.” He presses another wet kiss to the other side as his fingers slide through the messy and sticky expanse of your cunt. “So perfect,” He kisses you again. He keeps playing with you as his other hand squeezes the dip of your hip and thigh, “All mine?” He says. You squirm and nod, voice needy and small as you reply, “All yours.”

Eddie leans forward, tongue warm and wet as he drags it up the length of your pussy. You moan loudly, fingers curling into the sheets as he palms each of your ass cheeks and immerses himself in your heavenly waters. He’s calculated with it, soft and languid strokes paired with toe-curling suckling moments over your clit. He moans against you, nose pressing against your ass as he laps at every inch of you.

He parts from your dripping wet folds with a soft gasp, and you moan as his fingers go back to playing with your clit. He smears sticky kisses over the flesh of your ass and thighs, mumbling sweet praises and words as you whimper his name, “M-more, Eddie, please.” You slur.

“I want you to cum on my tongue.” He softly says into your skin, fingers dipping into your pulsing center. You gasp, squeezing his fingers as your legs quiver. “Can you give me that, sweetheart?” He asks.

You nod, wriggling back into his touch, and Eddie hums in appreciation before diving back into you. He slips his fingers from your cunt to hold your hips still for him, wet fingers digging into your skin as his tongue drags through your folds. You gasp when he licks one long journey from your clit to your ass, and Eddie hums as you shiver. He’s a tease, never giving you the rest of what you want as he goes back to devouring your pussy. You don’t mind though because soon, Eddie has you seeing stars.

The feeling is all-encompassing, a lick of fire rolling over your entire body as you quiver and shake in his hold, position faltering until Eddie has to hold you up with a hand pressed to your pelvis.

He keeps going until he’s had his fill and lets you gently fall onto the soft covers in exhaustion. He watches your back rise and drop in heavy breaths and leans over to kiss the middle of your spine. You hum, hips rising to meet his, and he smiles against your shoulder as his fingers wrap around your hips. “Flip over; I wanna see you.”

You’re an angel, Eddie thinks.

Your eyes are clear and blissed out when you look at him, lips swollen and tinted from biting and licking them in your depths of pleasure, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over your body that makes Eddie’s brain short-circuit. Your hands drag over his arms and his shoulders, softly pushing in an indication that you want to switch. Eddie doesn’t protest, hands finding your hips as you both swap positions so you can straddle him.

You can feel the heavy weight of his cock against the inside of your thigh when you lean in to kiss him, and it makes you squirm. You want nothing more than to lift your hips, line him up, and sink down onto the length of his cock, but you want to taste him first. You want him to feel loved, to feel needed and wanted.

You kiss as much of him as you can on your way down to your destination between his thighs— with the anticipation and excitement bubbling in your gut, they’re more sloppy and needy than intended to be— but Eddie seems to enjoy it, considering the pearly white smear of cum already leaking from his tip.

You smile, settling on your stomach and wrapping your fist around his cock, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the tip. Eddie moans, reaching out to rest a hand on the back of your head as you wrap your lips around him, softly sucking and licking. 

You take him slowly, warm mouth sinking over every inch of him until he reaches the back of your throat. Eddie always loses his wits when your mouth is wrapped around him, and most of the time, it doesn’t take much before he’s thrusting up and fucking your throat, but tonight Eddie only wants to sink into the euphoric pleasure. You’re all around him; the smell of you is on the sheets, the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your warm mouth dragging over every inch of his cock, your nails softly scratching up his twitching thighs. Eddie thinks he might be in heaven.

He won’t last much longer if you keep sucking him this good, so he tugs you off his length, wrapping a fist around himself as he looks down at you with low eyes, “Come here, baby,” He pants, “Come sit on it.”

You were eager to have the taste of his cum on your tongue, but your empty core clenches at the thought of Eddie filling you to the brim, so you crawl your way back to straddling him.

Eddie kisses you feverishly, letting go of his cock to grasp at your waist as you settle over him. You gasp when his cock slips against the wetness of you, and your hips rock against him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press your bodies together. “F-fuck,” Eddie stutters. He wraps an arm around your middle, aiding your movements as you grind against him. Eddie’s lips dust across the warm skin of your shoulder, and he softly kisses the area. You whimper, nuzzling your face against his neck as you whisper for him to put it in. 

Eddie reaches a hand between you both, and you lift your hips so he has room to grasp himself. He languidly strokes his tip up and down your pussy before lining himself at your entrance. You wriggle yourself down onto him, moaning when his tip slips in.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie moans, fingers tightly gripping onto your hips, “Take it all the way in, baby.” He presses encouraging kisses across your neck and jaw.

You whine when you finally have all of Eddie pressed into your cunt, your pussy fluttering around the base as he stretches you. You shift your hips and whimper, “Feels so good, Eds.” 

Eddie runs his hand up your back, caressing your body as he subconsciously shifts his hips up, bullying his cock deeper into you. You lean in to kiss him, and it’s not the best kiss you’ve ever given, but it’s filled with nothing but soft appreciation for the man beneath you. “I love you.” You remind him, hot lips brushing over his as you speak. Eddie’s cock twitches within your walls, and you pulse around him. “I– fuck,” Eddie doesn’t get to finish his sentence because the drag of your velvet walls on his prick is mind-numbing.

You sink back onto him and hum, “You love me, Eds?” You softly say into his neck. Eddie nods quickly and desperately, heavily swallowing as you lift again. “Yeah. Yeah— fuck. I love you, baby. So much.” He breathlessly pants, choking on a moan when you slide down his cock with a sinful grip.

You’re overwhelmed with pleasure, your mind becoming a blur of sensations, and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You whine, wriggling your hips against his, and Eddie coos as he pulls you in tighter. “Need me to do the work, princess?” He softly offers, a gentle hand petting back your hair. You nod against his shoulder, grinding down onto him and pulsing. Eddie sinks lower into the bed to plant his feet on the mattress, causing him to inch deeper into your cunt. “Ah,” you moan, “Yeah. Yes— give it to me, please.”

Eddie doesn’t waste another second, smoothing his hands over your sides and thighs before situating his grip over the globes of your ass to begin thrusting into you at a steady pace. It’s deep and slow, and every single thrust is the right angle, and he has you moaning and grasping onto his shoulders for dear life because “I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie’s head drops back onto the sheets, eyes shut and lips parted as your wet lips smear across his shoulder and neck with each thrust. “Let me feel it, princess, come on.” He encourages.

Your toes curl, and your body tenses as you topple over the edge, spiraling into the warm pool of pleasure. You’re moaning Eddie’s name as he presses his lips to your temple, mumbling how much he loves you and pumping himself to the top of his climax. “Inside, Eddie. Do it inside.” You softly gasp.

Eddie presses into you with a deep groan, pumping his entire load into you. It’s a familiar feeling, having Eddie cum in you, but he’s so deep, and he’s holding you so tightly that your chest squeezes with so much love for him, and you barely notice your eyes welling with tears until Eddie’s shifting back to lift your face. His eyes soften, like he already knows what you’re feeling, and he softly kisses you until you melt into him.

You’re fragile like this, and Eddie knows, so he doesn’t even think of untangling himself from you until you softly sigh, nuzzling your head against his neck and shifting your hips. Eddie groans, dropping a hand to squeeze at your hip in warning of his sensitive cock. You mumble a soft apology, and Eddie brushes it off with a quick peck.

And in a very loved and typical Eddie-fashioned way, he breaks the quiet and soft atmosphere with a sudden question, “So,” he clears his throat, “What were you gonna do with the panties if we didn’t win the Oscar?"

[darby-rowe]

PILEDRIVER !

sejanus plinth x fem!District 2!reader summary when you and sejanus get the opportunity to relive your days of amateur backyard wrestling while growing up in district two, things get... well, compromising.

word count 2.5k cw childhood best friends to lovers, the inherent eroticism of wrestling, awkward boner, reader makes the first move, first kiss, cunnilingus, confident sej, p in v, unprotected sex, sej has a big dick, petnames, dirty talk, flexible reader, piledriver position, y/n usage, pulling out, not proofread notes based off of my personal headcanon that district two quickly became filled to the brim with underground fighting/wrestling rings after it was named panem's newest military hotspot after district 13 got its shit obliterated. and i was always obsessed with the idea of a district two character who was heavily involved with these rings, so i decided to "soften" up the idea a little bit by just making reader the type of child who wrestled w/ her family and friends as a little girl. thought this concept was super cute and i hope yall do too! also for anyone who's wondering, sej and reader are supposed to be doing catch wrestling, but i also combined moves from collegiate wrestling and pro wrestling :) so yeah!!

Growing up in District 2, you swiftly grew familiar with back alley tussling as your home district quickly became Panem’s military hotspot after the first rebellion. It seemed as if your entire childhood consisted of backyard amateur wrestling and secret underground fighting rings in which you constantly found yourself getting wound up in.

By the time your family bought themselves a place within the Capitol, you already had a well rounded history of getting broken and bruised by friends, family, and complete strangers. And the thing was that you loved it. You loved stepping inside a poorly made ring and roughin’ it out with your siblings or cousins.

And your parents sure could afford the medical bills after all your broken bones!

So when you were forced to pack up and leave for the Capitol, you were heartbroken to have to transition into a life of high class uppity scumbags – with the exception of your best friend, Sejanus Plinth, whom you felt was your only source of comfort among the sea of self-important snakes.

One late night, Sejanus came to you with bright eyes and grinning lips, eager to show you what he had found. “Oh, and make sure you bring a sports bra, gym shorts, and some good shoes,” he had said before you two went off. Of course you didn’t object to a tiny adventure with your best friend, so you followed him through the quiet streets of the Capitol towards a run-down building that smelled of mold and old rubber. When you stepped inside, your heart swelled with nostalgic joy, and your eyes nearly overflowed with tears.

“Sej,” you gasped as your eyes fell upon the abandoned gym. Sure, it was a fixer-upper, but it was more than perfect for just the two of you. All of the punching bags and weight-racks were right where they were left, but the most important thing in the room were the big circles in the middle of the room.

You looked back at Sejanus with a look of pure gratitude. “How’d you find this place?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his brown doe eyes sparkling with delight. “I may or may not have pulled a few strings,” he teased. God bless Strabo and Ma Plinth, you thought. “Now, enough talk – you up for some old fashioned catch-as-catch-can?”

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

The amount of time this gym must have been abandoned concerned you a bit, making you feel that if you took a big enough breath you’d be a walking incarnate of tuberculosis for the next year. But the two of you didn’t plan on staying long, as trespassing could land you a good few nights in jail. And you and Sejanus being district, that was the last thing you two needed to be added to your permanent records.

You made sure to stretch your body, making sure all your muscles were warmed up deeply before locking up with Sejanus. And him, with his big strong arms, you realized that your body was the only thing warmed up tonight.

“I’m a lover, not a fighter,” Sejanus teased, wounding up his arms in large circles. “I’ll make sure to go easy on you, darling,”

“You think I can’t take you down, big boy?” you challenged, cracking your neck and knuckles. “I’ve done it before, remember?”

“Yeah, when we were five,” Sejanus countered, adding a small chuckle to his words.

There wasn’t a referee, nor a bell or a whistle, so you two shook hands and squatted down as you circled each other. The fingers of your hands slightly ghosted each other, teasing each other at the same time of who was going to grapple who first. The two of you then locked up in a collar and elbow tie-up, your hand grasping the back of his neck as you pulled him in for a standing headlock. You tightly secured Sejanus’s head into the pocket of your forearm as his hands felt around your waist. His strength overtook yours as he pushed himself out of the lock, and you couldn’t help yourself but lightly gasp as he pulls in for a standing headlock of his own and takes you down to the ground with a takeover. The feeling of your body flipping forwards onto your back makes you dizzy for just a second, opening your eyes to see Sejanus’s smiling face looking down straight at you.

“Thought you were gonna go easy on me,” you teased, panting from the combination of sudden movements.

Sejanus still has his arms wrapped around your head, also panting. “Change of heart, I guess,”

You huffed out a puff of air out of your mouth in a chuckle. “What a gentleman,” you locked your hands around his torso and pushed yourself into a bridge, using your strength to roll him over onto his stomach to lay him out prone. You let out embarrassingly loud grunts of effort as Sejanus was larger than you, which made him start laughing as you now laid over his body, hands still wrapped around him. “Shut up, Sej,”

“What? It’s cute,” he responded from under you.

You slowly released your hands from around his already clammy torso and stood back up on your feet, stretching your body once more to prepare for round two. “You didn’t even pin me,” Sejanus said with a tinge of confusion in his voice.

“It’s not like we’re actually doing a match together,” you told him. “What? You wanna do one for real this time?”

Sejanus twisted his body at the waist, knocking out all the kinks in his muscles. “I thought we were doing it for real?”

“Well now we can, grizzly bear,” your voice was almost a purr as you stretched out your arms at the ready. Grizzly bear? The nickname confused him, so you took the momentary distraction to two-step into a double-leg takedown. When he was on his back, you flipped your body over in a jackknife pin, but the sheer swiftness of Sejanus betrayed you.

Sejanus used the strength of his legs to roll you onto the backs of your shoulders, your arms pinned down by his legs, and knees hooked on his shoulders. You were unable to kick out by the time the three seconds were up.

“Nice,” you commented, panting as you looked up at his sweaty face from your compromising position.

“Should say the same to you,” he responded, letting you roll yourself backwards onto your knees. “Another round, darling?”

You got up onto your feet, but before you could agree to another round, you found yourself being tackled onto the ground below and folded in half. Sejanus had your arms pinned down over your head, and your knees were basically parallel with your cheeks.

And you felt the unmistakable feeling of Sejanus’s hard erection pressed against your ass.

Sejanus had you pinned down for more than the 3-second count, and he still hadn’t let you go. You blushed, eyes scanning over his sweaty form dominating over you. What do you even say in a situation like this?

You always thought Sejanus was cute. You watched him grow up alongside you and turn into an extremely handsome young man. He grew into his muscular stature, his brown curls became more defined, his brown doe eyes only grew dreamier.

And now here you were, folded in half like a damn pretzel, and he was hard.

“You’re, um…” you wet your lips awkwardly. “You–... you’re hard, Sej,”

You felt guilt well up inside your chest as Sejanus’s face seemed to drop with embarrassment. Fuck, now you felt like an asshole. “Oh… oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry–”

“Hey, hey, no,” you cooed, trying to put his worries at ease. You reached up and brushed a stray curl from his sweaty face. “No apologies, Sej. Don’t worry,”

Sejanus crawled away from on top of you, letting your body unfold itself, giving your ribcage and your other internal organs a break. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position where Sejanus had one knee folded up towards his chest and his other leg flat on the dusty wrestling mat.

You sat there in silence, thinking of what your next move could possibly be. Should you apologize for pointing out Sejanus’s erection? It seemed as if no matter what you chose to say, it was only going to make the situation worse.

So instead, you said fuck it, and chose not to say anything at all as you grabbed Sejanus’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his big hands find purchase on your shoulders, as if the initial shock was going to make him fall over.

The taste of his plump, warm lips slotting themselves against yours sent goosebumps down your back, and when you pulled away for a breather, only a few words were exchanged before you two went back at it.

“Are you sure?” Sejanus mumbled against your lips.

“Please,” you whispered. And that was all that needed to be said.

It didn’t take long before you had Sejanus trailing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach and down towards the waistline of your shorts, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband and pulling them down to reveal your plain, cotton panties. Even in the darkness of the abandoned gym, he could still pinpoint the dark spot of your wetness, teasingly circling his thumb on the area. You inhaled sharply. You were already so sensitive. You blamed it on the previous exertion of energy you shared with Sejanus and, well, also the fact that Sejanus’s face was mere inches away from your pussy.

He swiftly pulled off your panties and leaned down to deliver one kitten lick to your clit, making you gasp softly. You could tell that your reaction made the boy smirk, adding to his confidence.

In a matter of seconds you were reduced to a mewling, moaning mess as the curly-haired boy devoured your clit – licking, sucking, slurping up your juices like a man who had been starving for days. The sheer sound of Sejanus’s mouth sucking at your pussy made you blush, and admittedly, you were even a little embarrassed at how wet you were.

You whined at the feeling of his mouth’s absence from your pussy, only to feel his hand lightly grab your face to force you to look at him.

“Wanna see your pretty face, please?” he cooed, and you nodded obediently, earning you his mouth back on your swollen clit. You cried out with delight, placing both of your hands on your breasts and squeezing them.

“So good…” you mewled, your legs beginning to squirm from your increasing pleasure. The knot in your stomach neared its unraveling, until you were once again folded in half, your pussy hovering above you at a near 90-degree angle.

Sejanus’s mouth never left your clit as he lifted your body over itself. Your fingernails dug deep into the mat, your eyes focused solely on Sejanus’s mouth and tongue on your lips and bud. But before you could finally arrive at your orgasm, he stopped abruptly.

You pouted pathetically up at him, whimpering. “Sej,”

He reached a hand down to softly caress the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles on your flushed cheeks. You could see the way his wet mouth shined in the dim light of the gym, licking his lips to taste the remnants of your essence.

“I wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” The way Sejanus was practically begging you had your stomach doing backflips. “Please? Please?”

In what world would you ever say no?

You pawed at Sejanus’s big arms as you nodded up at him, mumbling phrases like, “Please fuck me,” and “Want you inside me, baby,”

Your mouth watered as he freed his hard cock from his shorts, eyes widening at how big he was. Sejanus most likely caught on to your worried face as he quickly made sure to ease your worries. “I’ll be gentle, darling, don’t worry,” he murmured, slipping his cock in between your wet pussy lips. You gasped at his teasing, biting your lip as the tip of his cock pushed against your clit so well. “Breathe, baby,” he sighed, positioning the head of his dick at your tight, wet entrance and slowly lowering himself into you.

You inhaled sharply as the thickness of his cock stretched you open, the two of you groaning simultaneously at the new sensations. Sejanus was slow and cautious at first, but you could tell he wanted so badly to thrust himself inside of you and pound into the mat.

“So big…” you whispered, earning another low groan from the boy above you. When your walls finally stopped resisting against his size, Sejanus began to slowly lift himself up and back down inside you, earning beautiful melodic moans from your mouth.

You hooked your arms around your legs to keep you in this rather compromising position, but the way the curly-haired boy looked two seconds away from pistoning his cock inside you had you salivating. You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes and mumbling how good he felt, how big he was, how pretty he looked. You relished in the sight of him blushing at your dirty praises.

Sejanus’s hands found their place on your thighs to help him quicken his thrusts, and the faster he moved inside you, the louder your moans became. You felt his balls slap against your ass, the skin of his thighs colliding with yours, and his moans – ugh, his moans – you couldn’t get enough of his sounds of pure ecstasy.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he panted, looking down at your blissed out face. And for a moment, you two smiled at each other, just happy to be in this moment together.

Your hands reached up to grab at his forearms as you felt the knot in your stomach near its unraveling once more. “Gonna cum, baby,” you moaned. “Gonna cum all over your cock,”

Sejanus expedited the arrival of your orgasm by taking his thumb and circling your clit, and in a matter of moments you were crying and babbling your way as your walls tightened and pulsated around his dick. The sheer explosion of pleasure had you seeing spots behind your eyelids, gritting your teeth and growling as the boy above you didn’t slow down his thrusts.

As your high came down, Sejanus’s high was approaching as he quickly lifted himself out of you and swiftly started stroking his cock until he was spurting thick, white ropes all over your pussy. You closed your eyes dreamily as you listened to the beautiful sounds of his groans as his cock shot out large amounts of cum all over you.

You unfolded your body and brought your hand up to your chest to feel your heartbeat, breathing heavily as the intensity of your activities wound down. You felt Sejanus lay his large body on top of you, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around him and held him close, kissing the top of his head.

And in a last ditch effort to be the comedian of the moment, Sejanus said one last thing before the two of you cleaned yourselves up and headed home.

“Good hustle,” he mumbled, earning a wheeze from you and a tiny slap to his bicep.

“Shut the fuck up, Sej,”

tagging @spideyhexx — a late bday gift from me to you. ♡

dividers by cafekitsune

[insomniactic-daydream]

Comfortable- Bakugo X Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.4)

<- (Previous Pt.3)

Summary: Endeavor has a soft spot for his younger daughter. Y/n notices how Bakugo has gotten more comfortable (and annoying) around her. However, she doesn't seem to mind.

The next morning came, and you began packing your bags of tools and as well as the gauntlets that were nearly completely. All that was really left were to adjust some things with Bakugo's arm measurements. Though, that's still required a large amount of your tools.

Sleeping last night was hard. Loving your family is hard. Everyone was raised differently besides Natsuo and Fuyumi, but even they see the situation differently. It was hard to be in agreement with each other regarding parents when all of you coped with trauma differently.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts as well as muted the noise of cooking pans in the kitchen for morning breakfast. You check the caller and roll your eyes before picking it up.

"You know it's barely 9 in the morning, right? Let me get some food in before slaving me away for your gauntlets. I'm pretty sure this is against child labor laws, Mr. Future Number One. " You say sarcastically, remembering all the time he's talked a earful of being the best during you making his support items.

For a man that says he can't be bothered to deal with 'extras', he sure likes taking up your space. But you label it as he only wants to learn and see how to modify his gauntlets whenever he needed to in the future.

"You're a dumbass. I was calling your forgetful ass to remind you. Make sure you ask your old man or someone before coming here. I don't need a stowaway." He grumbles. Although he didn't know an argument went on last night, you did text him pretty late. Sounding like a last minute plan rather than a though out one, which was 100% true.

"Don't get your peg leg in a twist, Captain. I was going to ask this morning. I'm confident they'll say yes, considering this is worth my grade." You retort back while placing your support informarion journal with your other things you'll be taking.

"Whatever loser, just don't keep me waiting for your ass too long." He says in a huff.

"Relax, you'll see me soon enough. God you're so obsessed with me." You say chuckling to yourself as you open the door out to your room.

"AS IF YOU LITTLE SH-" was all you heard before hanging up the phone. He knows better to call again just to cuss you out. You'll just ignore those calls too.

You walk into the kitchen seeing Fuyumi at work on the stove while your father and Shoto sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Good Morning Y/n, hope you had a good rest. I didn't see you at the table last night. Fuyumi said you were feeling tired, " Endeavor says to you. Fuyumi exchange glances with Shoto. Hiding the truth at what really went down.

"Morning, Dad. Apologies, I was feeling slumped last night." You lie before sitting down in the seat beside him.

Your dad is the Devil's incarnate, at least that's what most of your family says; and you happen to be his favorite child. Maybe in his mind, maybe treating you right would make up for giving up on Touya.

However, that makes situations like these difficult. You know that throwing your siblings under the bus for what really happened last night would result in just a bigger argument, with your father to your defense. Respecting your siblings' decisions and opinions whether you agree with it or not, you say nothing about the incident to your father.

After you all say thanks for the food and begin eating, you clear your throat to speak, gaining the attention of the table.

"So I'm going to a friend's house to finish their support item for class. I was wondering if I could have the chauffeur to take me if it's not too much of a hassle." You say already grabbing your plate to wash and put away.

"Very well. We can drop you off on the way to the agency. Prepare your things. We are leaving soon as finish." Endeavor asks.

"Yes, sir." You say before heading down the hall to go grab your things.

Soon after, you're out the door and enjoying a silent car ride to Bakugo's home.

"Try not to stay too long. Like the rest of us, Mr. Kurumada also has to go home at the end of the day. I wouldn't mind picking you up myself, but be mindful of others' time." Endeavor says before helping you gather your things.

"I know, Dad. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome either. I'll try and keep the time in mind. Thank you for driving me here." You say kindly also giving a wave to your dad's driver too.

"Very well. I can help you carry your things to the door if yo-" your father says before you interupt him.

"I'm okay, Dad, no need to worry." You smile before picking up all your things and walking to Bakugo's door. He doesn't argue and heads back to the car.

Fragile. As if you might crack from the slightest touch. Touya death certainly did a number on how he treats you.

Tossing thoughts aside, you knock three times before the door opens. "Took you long enough, nerd."

"Shut up and help me. You're gauntlets weigh a ton." You say before shoving him his gear. And stepping inside the home.

"Wow this place is nice. Much more modern than where I live." You say putting your shoes down and trading them for house quest slippers. You observe all the family photos, taking in the faces of the annoying blondes parents.

You see a picture of him as a baby frowning up at his smiling parents. You'd imagined what it would be like to see such smiles on yours.

"My parents are designers. My old hag does clothes, my old man houses. Both of them got called in today, but they should be home later, " He grumbles as he lifts your stuff from the floor. His tone was much more relaxed than his voice at school.

"You'd think you would dress nicer considering your parents tatse." You smirk up at his carnelian eyes now rolling at your remark.

"I dress perfectly fine, you lump of coal. Now stop analyzing my house and let's get you to work." He says before grabbing your wrist and walking to the backyard. Still carrying your things with his other hand.

"Such a good host you are." You deadpan and drag your wieght behind him.

He sure has gotten comfortable grabbing and dragging you around, considering he recoiled at the thought of shaking your hand in the beginning.

You pay it no mind.

Although the fucker can be annoying at times, he can be fun to hang around when he isn't screaming.

He's not half bad.

(Next Part 5) ->

Kind of another filler chapter about sharing the Y/n' s family dynamics.

But trust, there will be more Y/n and Bakugo romance next chapter 🫡

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late clowning is better than no clowning… 😂😂😂

so let’s talk about their posts from last night which is related to the evil incarnate — sina weibo’s 15th anniversary. some people have noticed that this is the first time they did a bday greeting for weibo which is true. however they are not the only ones who posted, i also saw other celebrities do the same. you just have to look at the tag #一转眼已经15年啦# they used and see who also posted like dilraba, yngzi, FCC, mzy etc. some even shared what they were doing 15 years ago. i think these celebrities, which includes xz and wyb were encouraged to participate in this tag.

i’m cackling at yibo’s tho 😂😂😂

come on! give sina nothing! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

fans say that wyb’s greeting about 15 yrs of blogging does not apply to him cause he joined a bit late ; compared to xz in 2010 which is close to 15.

now let’s move on to xz who has been quiet lately then decided to drop this and make us overthink. like he always does. lol. so it’s the 🌙, a symbolism in this fandom that you see over and over again — more specifically in photos. detective bxgs are at it again, noticing that this is not a recent photo. this is based on what the moon looks like (phases). it appears it was taken last 18-20 when they were both in Beijing.

i can just imagine xz scrolling through his phone, thinking about what he could share and he stops at this. was this during an evening stroll they had together? did he see wyb’s post first and then thought about sharing something sneakily related to him? so many possibilities. and the 🌔 reminds us of wyb’s recent tennis ball post.

the kadian is also kinda insane. if you remove the year part of 24, it’s bo ai bo ai ai ai. ( ai = love ). as if we needed more proof. and i do think xz is rightfully feral about his love for yibo if he ( like us ) watched the presscon for exploring the unknown where wyb was all smiley and joking. i totally understand. it doesn’t help that during the interview he mentioned how he loved the part in the snow ( snowy mountain ). and just — yibo’s overall aura in that event. he was glowing ✨ , so i hope that shuts down all the people saying that he is somehow “miserable”.

i wish the boys are healthy & happy 💛💛🟡🟡

-END.

[wint5r]

Even Stars Need the Dark

Pairing: Darkprince!Han x Lightprincess!Reader

Genre: Smut? More suggestive than anything, there will be eventual smut in later parts, pwp, angst if you squint

Warnings!: THIS IS A SERIES! Author switches between Han and Jisung throughout, Enemies (one sided) to lovers, Han pining over Y/N, princess being used as a pet name, and slight cursing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summery: In which Prince Han Jisung of Lunaris meets Princess Y/N of Sola, and is determined to change her mind about both his kingdom and himself.

You sat at a table within a large ballroom, the occasion being the annual unity ball. The purpose of the celebration being to acknowledge the coming together of the two kingdoms.

Your father had forced you to go, knowing how much you hated Lunaris. Well, not so much Lunaris as it was him.

Oh, how you loathed him, and yet you had never even met the guy. But you did watch as he walked around with this air about him, his selfish and spoiled attitude following him. You laughed to yourself as you noticed how he couldn't talk to a female for more than two minutes before getting bored, finding an excuse to leave, and striking up another conversation with the next poor soul he sees.

To you, Han Jisung of Lunaris was the devil incarnate.

But he noticed your hard stare, every glance that you stole from him, he noticed. However he thought nothing of it, thinking you were simply one of his admirers.

You noticed how much you were looking at him as well, and forced yourself to look away. But alas, it was too late. From across the room you seen him making a beeline towards you. And of course before you could gather your skirts and move, he was already there, asking "Enjoying yourself, your majesty?"

Swallowing both your pride and your morals, you decided it was better to be polite. Maybe the conversation would end sooner.

"Yes I am, thank you." You nodded.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, your majesty, but you're Princess Y/N, of Sola, right?"

You again nodded, giving him a curt smile.

"Well I am-" Even though you were trying your hardest, you just had to open your mouth.

"I know who you are. Prince Han Jisung of Lunaris. It is your family who throws this ball every year, after all."

Han chuckled and looked down, a grin on his face. "Well then, I see you've done your research."

You shrugged and took a sip of your drink.

"You know, all night tonight women have been throwing themselves at me, and yet here you are not giving me the time of day."

"Well there's a first for everything." You let an involuntary smirk creep onto your face.

Han however, was clearly amused. "This ball is getting quite boring, do you not agree? Would you care to join me in the gardens?"

You chuckled dryly. "My apologies your majesty, but we've just met."

"And?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked. "Listen, your highness, your demeanor intrigues me. But we could get to know each other better in the gardens or at least out side of this ball room.

You shook your head. "Well, Prince Han, as much as you are intrigued by me all the more I am uninterested in you." You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Y/N-" Once again, you cut him off.

"Princess, Y/N."

"Princess Y/N," he corrected himself. "Why such a facade?"

"There is no facade" You quickly defended. "I'm just simply not another one of your admirers, and nothing will change that."

Still to this day, you wish you would've just shut your damn mouth.

Han's expression became cocky and amused. "Is that a challenge?"He smirked.

You turned your body away from him. "Take it how you wanna take it."

"Then I'm going to take it as a challenge. I'm going to get you to fall for me," Han declared with a newfound determination .

You laughed out loud. "I'd like to see the day." And with that you grabbed your gown, called for your carriage handler and left, leaving Jisung with a new ambition and goal.

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The next morning, you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. After gathering your bearings you called out "Come in!" And sat up in bed.

It was one of your servants, Victor who came in, bowed briefly and began to speak. "Good morning your highness. I came to tell you there are a multitude of roses in the first parlor, all in your name."

It could've been the fact that you were still waking up, or that it was the most unbelievable question to ever leave this mans mouth.

"My apologies, Victor, but what?"

He nodded patiently and repeated himself. "Down in the parlor, there are bushels of roses, all for you. Would you like me to send them up? Or...?"

You got out of your bed and went to the first parlor, and sure enough, there were at least two dozen huge bouquets of wine red roses, and without even reading the notes attached to them you knew they were from Jisung.

Those color roses were native only to Lunaris.

You rolled your eyes and told Victor; "I'm gonna need you and the gardeners to dispose of these please, if you wouldn't mind." And without a question, Victor called the gardeners and began gathering the roses.

As they carried them out, you seen one of the notes fall from the bouquets. Your curiosity got the better of you and picked it up. It read "Hope you enjoy these, princess. Even if you don't, just watch, you'll be mine sooner or later."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, and toss the note into the fire place.

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This is Part one! Thank you guys so much for reading! My requests are OPEN! I'm totally open to any criticism or recommendations! Love y'all!

Part 2

-Wynter

[pinkeos]

The Tides Beckon || Freminet x Merman!Reader (Pt. 1)

Warning/s: Mentions of blood, Fremi almost died, not much dialogue, author's first language ain't english

Notes: WAKE UP BABE ITS MERMAY -my brain last night so i decided to write this one with my favorite fontaine boy. also there's more to this story so i'll write more ehe

Whenever the world grew louder alongside his thoughts, Freminet would often seek refuge in the ocean. While others feared the unknown depths of the waters, the diver knew the nation’s hydrology like the back of his hand. The deep waters and the creatures within became his sanctuary for when everything was just too much.

This didn't come naturally, however. Because there was a time where he, too, grew anxious of what could happen whenever he dived deeper than the last. This was when the beings above hadn't bestowed him a vision yet, when he had to rely on his trusty helmet to dive. Who knew what could happen, his diving suit could malfunction while he was swimming and it would be too late to ascend by the time he noticed it.

There was a specific moment, at night, when he scampered into the waters, drowned in his thoughts and wanting nothing more than to surround himself with the waves that pushed his worries away for even just a moment. It was a mistake to not check his gear beforehand, a mistake that could've easily cost him his life. He was younger then, much less experienced of a diver than he was now.

He tried to swim upwards when water began to flood into his diving helmet, however, fate had something else planned as a bunch of seaweed vines caught his ankle, preventing him from swimming any further. The boy, calm as he may always seem to be, began to panic. His hands started to tug and pull at the seaweed vines to free his foot.

It was dark out, he shouldn't have left and dived into the ocean by himself. He had sneaked away from the House, not informing anyone of his whereabouts, so the chances of someone miraculously arriving just in time to help him was zero to none.

Or that's what he thought. It was when his vision began to blur, his body growing weak as water prevented him from breathing. His body had gone limp, eyelashes drooping, his consciousness slipping slowly and surely.

It was then that a shadow began to swim closer to him. The full moon’s light beamed from the surface of the water, providing decent enough lighting to help him in his blurry vision to make out that this shadow was a person. What they were doing in the ocean in the middle of the night, he didn't know. But they were there to save him.

He couldn't remember clearly nor did his vision help when it came to reveal his savior’s identity. What he was quite sure of was their long hair swaying prettily in the water, their tail moving as they swam— wait, tail? Before he could comprehend what he had managed to see, he blacked out.

Those memories would forever haunt Freminet’s mind. Even in the present, where he sat on a large boulder by the shore, Pers in his hands as he watched the waves roll in and the white seafoam appear and disappear. After that fateful night, he began to rack his brain on what happened.

Little knew of how fond Freminet was with fairy tales, and how often he would imagine this world in his mind where he had companions that would bring color and life to this imagination of his. He has books and stories stored away in his room, away from prying eyes that he would read whenever he wanted to.

That's when he came across the myths and tales of mermaids. Creatures that were half human and half fish, with ethereal beauty and a voice capable of luring many with their angelic singing. They lived in the depths of the ocean, far away from the humans, they served the hydro dragon and his many incarnations. But for some reason unclear in the books, their kin had begun to dwindle over the centuries. It wasn't clearly stated where they came from, or if they even were true, but Freminet was quite sure the person he saw that night was a mermaid.

He hadn't spoken a word to Lyney or Lynette, he was afraid they wouldn't believe him. Heck, sometimes he thought he didn't believe himself. Perhaps it was just an illusion? But then how did he survive? Who saved him?

The soft wind that blew on his cheek managed to pull the boy out of his thoughts. He sighed, hugging his legs closer to his chest as he placed his chin on his knees. The ocean was peaceful today.

At least that was until a loud splash erupted from not too far away. Usually, the salty scent of the sea breeze overwhelmed any other scent when near the shore. But it was different today. 

Freminet could smell it. The familiar scent of blood. And it was so strong. The boy gulped, standing up and silently making his way off the boulder. The splash wasn't too far, possibly from the other side of the large rocks. 

Trained in stealth and being naturally good at keeping quiet, he had easily managed to sneak his way to the other side, peeking over a boulder to see what was going on. 

The boy suppressed a gasp, but his lips still parted in shock, eyes turning wide. A small splash sounded from when the tail came into contact with the surface of the water. A tail, similar to that of a fish, but long and connecting to an upper human body.

The scales were covered in blood, staining its color and the water with it. A groan ripped Freminet’s attention from the tail and towards the human part of the creature. If he wasn't already shocked with the tail, he was even more surprised at the sight of the pained face of a familiar member of the Marechaussee Phantom meeting his view.

It was the face of the young influential official that almost everyone in Fontaine knew of. How could they not when he worked directly with the Iudex?

Though his appearance was far from the usual, because he was a freaking mermaid right now.

Freminet did not know what to think of this. He was just thinking about this a moment ago, even thinking what he could possibly do or say if he were to meet one in real life, as slim the chances are. But that was happening now and he was absolutely speechless.

“Who’s there?” The mermaid’s sharp voice cut through the silence. He was spotted.

Seeing as he was busted, the diver decided to reveal himself, though keeping his distance.

“It’s you…”

Ending note: I haven't written in a while so I'm trying my best because I really like this story😭

[oceanlipgloss]

FILM NOIR

SYLUS.

+ warnings: extremely implicit suggestive themes (in ending), mentions of blood, strong language.

A film noir marred with smears of red. The colour of their hearts, his irises, and fresh blood. At first glance, his world looked like that—black, illegal, corrupt.

They were the two of them not quite the classical example of a pair from one of those atmospheric motion pictures, however. He was not plagued by illusions, and she did not want to lead him to armageddon.

This was a noir much more modern, its basic foundations twisted and rotated so as to become their own.

Sexier dreams are sold in cities, or so they say. Because between the clustered buildings and peeling walls, things differ. There’s the seductive motions, the sweet corruptions, the disruptive temptations.

Murder dripped from his fingertips. Crime trickled down his palms. He was one with his guns. Death couldn’t even kiss his sharp cheek. She saw in him an incarnate of demons.

That, however, began to change later.

The tall haughty man shrunk into a silly little boy sometimes. He was still as annoying as ever, of course, but also quite kind. Even a bit childlike.

As it turned out, his world wasn’t all about crime. Core truths were hidden, away from her sight. He could be...nice.

In his crimson world, he hummed an unknown melody in the kitchen. Hearing musical notes clumsily tiptoe on the octaves of his baritone was both unfamiliar and endearing alike. And in that shady world of his, she turned her fingers into a surprise weapon that poked his side.

The blue galaxy took in her sighs. She was beginning to care about him despite herself, despite all his violence, arrogance, and nonsense.

Was he arrogant, though, or did he merely know himself, with that frightening perception and alluring confidence?

Some time ago, he had bound her wrists with burgundy fog and captured her unwilling fingers.

His was a nauseating existence.

Such a handsome man, such a sickening attitude. Those were her thoughts back then. He was so beautiful, but so vile—always making her heart shrivel with subconscious repulsion.

How harsh. Did it wound his heart?

Well, she had always been defiant. Not her fault. He lived on the dark side. It was only fair, perfectly right.

These days, being near him shot her veins with neon. It flowed inside her, darker than cherries, as irresistible as his power.

Like children, they were always bickering. He threatened stubborn plush toys for her. She scolded his moody crow for being a stalker. Together they took over the arcade, capturing soft soldiers. His teeth marked her hand with the pink crescents of playful bites. ‘Gifts,’ he called them.

He appeared to be the kind of man who would indulge in cinema’s greatest noirs, but he could entertain her childish antics, too. He played along so often.

They were so good together.

Never again did he let his coarse fingers so much as brush her tender skin all of a sudden.

Women had their wiles, but he adored her and only her—so much so that his heartbeat became manic under her small hand on his broad chest.

Nothing and no one could be as cute, his love was pure, and he wasn’t about to be seduced. By anyone else, that is. Perhaps he would give in to her; all he needed now was her sweet acceptance, her absolute consent, so that one day he very much could, with pleasure.

Just what about them was similar to a fucked up couple from a film noir?

+notes: finally, finally, my first Love and Deepspace fic debuts and sees the light of day or that of the moon, 'cause it's late at night rn anyway :P

May I now offer you a short babble on how I died a thousand deaths in order to settle on an idea? I kid you not, I've been quite literally yearning and agonising to write a Sylus fic almost since I saw in-game screenshots/videos of him for the first time, which was quite a while before I even began playing the game. I didn't give in and do that, though, as I didn't have a clear, precise picture of what exactly he's like—and I always study characters down to their cells and bones before I write a fic about them—so I resisted the temptation. Some time later (a little over a week ago, in fact), I installed the game, learned a lot more about him with a lot more to go, and my God...

Listen, I really liked him prior to downloading, but right now? I love him very much :/ how could I not? He likes fishing, but the only thing he's catching on that darn hook is hearts. It's a lame joke to make, but can the truth be denied, for goodness' sake? His personality, his mind, his attitude, his darkness, his sweetness, his humour, his face, his height, his fashion sense, his secrets, his lil' son Mephisto too.

Anyways, the inspiration for this piece came from a mixture of parts and sources: the main story, interactions (i.e. arcade, chats, Destiny Café, etc.), home screen and combat lines, dates, Tender Moments, animations, as well as content I have yet to unlock, of course. Do I also need to mention how I adore MC's dynamic with Sylus? They're so cute and funny together pls lol

Seriously, I was confused out of my mind with indecisiveness, writer's block, and this intense desire to write. I genuinely feel a lust to write fics about him until I combust. A fun and silly fic, an innocent one, a sensual one, a melancholic one, a philosophical one, anything and everything else I can think of/that comes to my mind. May the odds be ever in my favour, for sometimes the brain's mechanisms really suck.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[talewrites]

Your Family Needs You

Leonardo x Reader

I had this idea for a little series, and finally decided to sit down and start it. I wrote this with the 2003 boys in mind, but it can loosely fit the other incarnations as well. I hope you like it!

No warnings I can think of. The relationship here is very platonic. Leo is feeling frustrated he can’t master a new technique, and you decide to help him take some time to relax. Not proof read. Fluff and comfort.

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Leo had been having a rough week. He was working on perfecting a new tecnique in his training, but no matter how many hours he put into trying to perfect the move, he just couldn’t land it right. Leo was becoming so frustrated that it was even starting to affect his sleep. He found himself spending extra hours in the dojo on those sleepless nights, repeating the steps over and over again until his muscles ached. Master Splinter and his brothers were starting to become worried. When training that day rolled around, Leo was uncharacteristicly sloppy in his katas. Every misstep seemed to send him deeper and deeper into his head, until eventually he was so unfocused he would miss commands from Master Splinter. The old rat sighed and called pratice off early before noon, recommending to his oldest son that he get some much needed rest.

By now it was the middle of the afternoon, and Leo still hadn’t emerged from the dojo. The blue turtle could feel his exhaustion starting to weigh on his muscles, and was becoming increasingly more frustrated with each misstep and stumble. Jump, slice, twist, land, roll, jump, kick- Leo lost his footing and he tripped. With a muffled grunt of frustration he hit his balled fist against the floor and went to stand to try again.

“Leo?” A soft voice came from the dojo’s entrance. You came walking in holding a tray with a full tea pot and two cups, and a book tucked under your arm. When your eyes met his a small cheery smile pulled at your lips. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?” You walked over to where Splinter usually sat in the back of the dojo. You set down the tray of tea and your book at the small table and found two pillows to sit on.

“N-No! Not at all….” Leo felt the tension in his shoulders relax at your presence. He quietly followed you to the seating area as you sat down at the table and poured two cups.

“You never came out for a break, so I thought I’d bring you some tea.” You smiled sweetly at him and passed him his cup as Leonardo carefully sat beside you. His hand came to cup the warm mug with a small thank you. “Have you made any progress on that move you’ve been talking about?”

You had seen him working on it relentlessly all week, and heard his brothers poke fun that he was in one of his ‘moods’. But you were worried about him. You watched his shoulders sag as he sighed.

“Not much progress, no. I just can’t seem to stick the landing! I’ve tried it a dozen different ways, but my body isn’t reacting how I want it to. I’m starting to feel like I’m farther away from where I started!” You listened intently as Leo shared his frustrations with you. His eyes looked tired, and you could tell the soreness in his muscles from how he flinched from reaching for his tea. You stared at him a moment as he took a long sip, thinking up the best course of action.

“Hmm…. I think you might be over thinking it a little too much. Sometimes when you get stuck on something, the best thing to do is just step away for a bit!” You got an idea and scooted away from the table a bit and made yourself comfortable. Sitting with your thighs squished together, you made sure your book and tea were in reach. Leo watched you shuffle around a minute with a little confusion until you looked back at him with a grin on your face. “Leo? Come here and lie down for a minute. You’ve been looking really tired lately.” You asked him causally and patted your lap. Leo’s eyes widened and his face lit up in a fierce blush under his mask.

“H-Huh?! W-Well I….” He stuttered, feeling embarrassed at the request. In his mind, laying his head in your lap was such an intimated gesture, but you had asked him so casually! Was it really okay for friends to do that kind of thing…? Then his mind helpfully supplied a memory of Mikey fast asleep on your lap last week during movie night, and Leo quickly decided he was feeling too tired to overthink it. After a moment of conflict, Leo nodded his head timidly with a small “okay” and carefully made to lay down on the tatami mat. He shifted a bit until his head came to rest gently in your lap, his face still alight in his embarassment. Your leg shifted a bit under him to get in a more comfortable spot, until finally you both settled.

“There!” You said giggling a bit at his tense expression. “Now…. Just relax, okay? You’ve been working so hard this week, I’ve been thinking you need a break. Training will come easier with a rested body and a rested mind!” You said triumphantly with a bright smile, proud to use a little bit of Master Splinter wisdom.

Leo watched you speak from the corner of his eye, feeling the heaviness weigh on his lids. The woven straw mats below him became warm from his body heat, and his tightly wound muscles began to relax as he admired the bright energy in your eyes. Slowly the leader's droopy eyes came to a close.

When you noticed Leo start to relax against your legs, you reached for your book, flipping to your most recent page, and settled in. Slowly your spare hand found its way to the back of Leo’s head, and much to Leo’s surprise, you began to gently scratch at his scalp. Leo’s eyes snapped open for a moment before they closed closed again in utter bliss at the pleasant sensation.

He took in a slow deep breath and released it with a content sigh. Originally, he sat down with the intent only to sip tea with you for just a few minutes. But with your hand absently tracing their nails over his scalp and down his shoulders, it was as all he could do but let his stresses and worries melt from his body.

It wasn’t long before Leo was softly snoring, his cheek pressed heavily against your thigh in deep sleep. Your hand absently rubbing at the tension in his brows and shoulders as you glanced down to check on him from your book from time to time. You were glad he was finally resting, you didn’t like seeing him so worn out. He may act as a ‘fearless leader’, but you hoped that you could sometimes help him bear the weight of what that stress could bring him. Even in small ways like this.

After maybe two hours of quiet in the dojo and half way through your book, you felt Leo start to stir. Removing your hand from where you were absently rubbing your thumb into his bicep, you allowed him the peace to emerge from his restful doze.

Leo slowly came back to consciousness from what he can only describe as the best catnap of his life. He took a short moment to appreciate how nice this felt, before remembering whose lap he had fallen asleep on. Leo’s eyes snapped open a bit startled, thinking he’d over stepped a boundary and went to quickly push himself up. But a gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Hey, …..it’s okay. No rush.” (Y/n) spoke gently to him, and Leo relaxed again. He turned his head a bit and saw that they were unbothered, setting their book down beside them and leaning back on their hands to give him space to sit up. Leo slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and stretched.

“How long was I out?” Leo asked with a satisfying groan as his shoulders popped a bit. He took notice of how loose and relaxed his muscles felt.

“Mmm… not too long. But it’s almost time to start dinner. Did you sleep well?” (Y/n) asked him cheerily. They unfolded their legs and stretched a bit themself. Leo saw they were preparing to stand, and moved to get up himself. He held out a hand to them to help pull them to their feet before he reached down to pick up where he had placed his katana.

“Wonderfully. I think that’s the best cat-nap I’ve ever had,” Leo said, matching (y/n)’s good mood. “Do you need help with dinner preparations?” He offered casually.

(Y/n)’s eyes seemed to light up at the proposal, but stopped to think for a moment. “Well, sure! But are you finished practicing for today?”

“Yes, I think I’m quite finished for now. I don’t think pushing myself anymore today is going to make much of a difference in mastering this technique.” Leo said good-naturedly. He thought it would be best to take some of your advice and give it time. “Come on, just tell me what you need cutting!” The blue banded turtle said with a chuckle as he started to walk off fowards the kitchen.

“Wait!!” Before he could step off the tatami mats, he felt (y/n) grab his hand to stop him. Leo turned back with a questioning look on his face. “I think…. I think you should give it just one more shot for today. I have a good feeling about it! Then we can go start on dinner, okay?” (Y/n) said with a determined sparkle in their eyes. It made Leo smile seeing their enthusiasm.

“Okay…. One more try for today!” The leader in blue said with renewed energy. (Y/n) stepped back while Leo found his starting point on the mat, readying his blades. He took a steady deep breath and focused.

Then….. Jump! Slice! Twist! Land! Roll-! It was like watching an artful dance of swift body and steel. It was beautiful, demonstrating Leo’s dedication to his craft in both form and dexterity. And not one foot out of place. He landed sure-footed in a crouch, and sheathed his katana smoothly with a final click. As quietly as a true ninja. (Y/n)’s eyes were wide with awe and released the breath they didn’t realize they were holding. Leo stood from his crouch turning to (y/n), and a wide smile stretched across his face. The silence in the room snapped as (y/n) jumped up with a cheer and Leo rushed to join them and scoop them up into a friendly hug.

“You did it!!!”

“I did it!!! Wow...!!”

Leo almost couldn’t believe it himself! It seemed so simple now, it almost baffled him how he had gotten so caught up in it before.

“Hehehe! Do you feel better now?” (Y/n) asked with a wide grin as Leo set their feet back on the ground.

“Yeah! I just can’t believe how easy it felt…. That nap must’ve been magic! Maybe Mikey’s got the right idea about those breaks…” Leo chuckled as he relaxed, following (y/n) out of the dojo towards the kitchen.

(Y/n) giggled at that. “Alright! To celebrate, I’ll make your favorite. Salmon sushi rice bowls!” They said with a cheer.

Mikey’s head popped up from behind the couch. “Hey no fair!! I thought we were having bolognese!” Mikey pouted and jumped up to raid the kitchen.

Leo beamed with joy and rushed off ahead with a laugh to chase Mikey out of the kitchen before he could hide the rice. You followed close behind, the smile never leaving your face.

Thanks for reading!

[woosaaghh]

Spoilers for Wyll's story!

I'm so fucked up about Wyll's storyline. He has quite literally never made a selfish choice in his life. He exudes goodness in almost every interaction the player has with him. His kindness is infectious, his optimism is overwhelming. He spends every moment thinking of how to help others simply because he thinks it's the right thing to do. He's been that way since he was a boy, going so far as to be entrapped by Mizora into trading his soul to save Baldur's Gate. He's 17 years old and has never made a selfish decision in his life, but his father can't give him so much as the benefit of the doubt. He makes a life for himself as a savior of the people, and then gets kidnapped by mindflayers and infected with a mindflayer tadpole and his immediate reaction is "Whelp guess I'd better go help these tiefling refugees near where I crash landed from this spaceship."

In my playthrough I saved Florrick with Wyll, speaking with him made her choose not to give up and hold on to hope, she thanked him for helping her see it wasn't too late. What a lovely interaction. That night we spoke to Mizora and she offered Wyll his freedom, I told him to take it. The next day when I entered the city the same Florrick came and literally spat at my Tav's feet, told me that she was there for Wyll's head because Mizora said he killed his father because he was mad with power. The man who saved her life THE DAY PRIOR.

No one in this damned game other than the tadfools are ever willing to give Wyll the benefit of the doubt, nothing he could ever do would be worth them having faith in him. He accepts his banishment as his father doing what he believed was right and never resents him for it, still loves and misses him. He takes on Mizora's punishment for not killing Karlach without flinching because he knows what he did was right and Karlach deserves to live. At the tiefling party he isolates himself to keep from making others uncomfortable with his devilish appearance. And he's so alone: no mother, his father abandoned him, he has been travelling alone for the past 8 years just helping whoever he sees in need of it. Then, when you go through the steps of saving his father, that ass is willing to make Wyll a villain again, until Tav steps in and shares their memories. You needed a stranger to show you all of this to believe your own child wasn't evil incarnate? Was it not enough to have known him, did you ever even actually see your boy when he was in front of you?? Or was he just something to be molded and thrown away when you thought he didn't turn out right?

As someone who grew up closeted and still am to my relatives outside of my immediate family Wyll's tragedy hits far too close to home for me, the idea that no matter who you show that you are or what you do, the people you love the most, who are supposed to love you, are willing to drop you immediately and take back their love because of a single fact about you, without ever trying to understand more.

Wyll's story may not be as hard of a life as some of the others, but it messes me up in a way I hadn't expected. I wish Wyll had more story, and I wish I could use the tadpole to mentally berate and verbally eviscerate Ulder Ravengard for 30 real life minutes about how no matter how honorable and just he may be seen as in the eyes of the people of Baldurs Gate that he'll always be a failure of a man and a father.

(Also, I understand that they all have grounds in reality: terminal illnesses, chronic pain, indoctrination, physical and sexual abuse. But for the severe lack of Wyll content in the game you sort of have to read between the lines for it to hit as hard as it did me, it just made me wish there was more exploration of Wyll's feelings in game.)

[starrytowonder]

Success Stories ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

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My posts on success stories seem to do well anyways, so here's so more to help motivate you. :')

Revising that my dog didn't run away: this one is more of a tear jerker. So I have a little Pomeranian dog, and for the time being he was being kept outside because we were doing house remodeling that had wood dust and other chemicals in the air that would be bad for him- so I thought keeping him outside would be safe. My dad decided to let him out of his closed area, and for a while my dog was just having fun running around! I decided to take a nap and just relax for the day since I had to do some writing earlier lol. Anyways, after I woke up, it was already late and around 6-7 pm, my dad walks in and he goes "is the dog in here?" while bursting in my room, and I said "no." and he just kinda scrambled off. My gut feeling just KNEW something was up, and I felt like shit for a good few seconds. I decided to try revising in case of the worst case scenario happening - having some more context, our house is literally next to a busy open street, if our dog got loose the chances of him being run over were extremely high. So anyways, after I "revised" (i simply stated "i have nothing to worry about, my dog is safe and in his house that he has outside), I just persisted. Throughout the day my parents and sisters avoided talking about my "missing" dog because they knew if I heard that he was gone, id have a meltdown. However they are not good at whispering or keeping secrets, so whenever i overheard them talking I would just affirm and remained calm. At around 10pm, my sister comes in my room annoyed ASF and this was the interaction:

Sis: do you know what just happened?

Me: Huh?

Sis: Oh...sorry we didn't tell you, *recaps what I just said*.

Me: the dogs missing?!

Sis: no, my dad went to go check in the dogs house and he was in there! He was inside of a hole where there were light cables ...blah blah blah.

So in conclusion for this story: by persisting that my dog never escaped and was in his house the whole time, he was. Simple.

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Having desired fanfictions written: this is more of a funny one that I do but just noticed that I do it. Whenever I join a fandom and absolutely drool over a character, i always want specific fanfictions written for them that don't exist when I join the fandom. So I'm always like "damn it'd be nice to have a fanfiction that does x" and then usually a few hours later a fanfiction with EXACTLY what I wanted is posted. Granted - they sometimes aren't written that well but regardless...they exist 😏🤞

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Remember how I was struggling with feeling pretty? I started using Slade's Incarnated sub to help. For the first few nights I looped that bad boy on repeat all night, and yeah the results were great! My acne faded and I lost tummy fat, and overall I felt so much prettier. For extra context I had some meltdowns before this (three to be exact) where I looked at myself in the mirror and burst into tears because I felt ugly. Now, after reading Slade's description for the sub, I realized that one of the benefits was sorta listed like: this sub works by also you not needing to overused it- which made me stop using it completely for one night. That night that I stopped using it, I woke up with some of the clearest skin I've had in a while and also longer lashes blah blah blah... basically how Slade said the sub would work. It's been a few days where I've done this and I've noticed that the results from the sub seem to be multiplying very well, I've started to feel even better by the day about how I feel and I know what I wanna look like etc. etc. I also used to have an awful neck hump cus of my shitty posture, and now it's basically gone!! My back so smooth now and my posture is also getting better lol dw.

All in all, ive gotten prettier both internally and externally, and i am so happy about it!

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[scarredlove]

Across the Waves

I wrote this... then stopped... decided to come back to it at midnight... whoops

Sun got a fic from me so... who's next~?

Forgive any mistakes or weird phrases

Even the night was gloomy. Not even one sparkling speck in the sky.

Your sandals separated your feet from the now cold sand, but didn't stop the few strays from sticking in between your toes. "Moon?" You called out, looking out at the span of the beach front, black waves washing the shore to your right, large rocks and trees lining your left.

Today, all of the boys had wanted out of the tank and to stretch their legs out. Eclipse wasn't always the most talkative, but as the biggest out of the lot (and the most stern), you had no worry when he ventured out by himself. He certainly had a presence to not be messed with. However, Moon was different.

Not that he couldn't take care of himself, being the most sneaky out of the trio had it's advantages... Until it pushes Sun a bit off the bend and he accidentally dirties his brother's bright yellow garb. If it had been Eclipse, or even reversed, it probably would have just made the whole event funnier. But not when one of your slugs was the largest germaphobe you'd had the pleasure to meet.

"Moony?" You called again, still no obvious 7ft slug man in sight. Of course, you didn't blame Moony. You did try to warn him that your drink was on the edge of the stout coffee table but by then, it was too late. The Hypselodoris Obscura startling its brother back and knocking the drink in the process.

An incident like this was very much like any regular family, a small thing blown out of proportion. But until it was clean enough again, Sunny wouldn't be able to return the water. So as much there was slight tension, you'd quickly thrown it into the wash before coming out here to hunt the culprit. You knew it would be fine, and so did Sun (behind all the frustrated grumbles). Now time to reassure blue boy.

A gentle hum reached your ears. Or at least, within your mind. You looked over to the trees and caught the faintest speckled glow. They were certainly not there a second ago. Chuckling softly, you made your way to the sulking incarnate of the moon, the musical mumbles growing in volume. Behind the scrawny trunks, Moon was crouched down to the half grass, half sand ground, both arms wrapped around his torso.

"Hey there." Though he already knew you were there, it never hurt to inform him that he was indeed found. He didn't look up to you, the back of his cloak losing its glow to return hidden in the shadows. "You ok, big baby?"

The bells on the large hood rang as he turned his head slightly to you, though you still couldn't see him. "Is Sunny angry?" He asked solemnly. Stepping around the train of his coat, you knelt down beside him to see he'd bent down before a little pool of water. You weren't sure if anything was within it, but didnt chance dipping your fingers in.

A small laugh left you. "You know he can never stay angry at you." You thought for a second. "At least, until he gets to scold you for being a menace to his wellbeing." A raspy chuckle was your response. Good. "So, am I going to have you drag you back, or do you want to stay here a bit longer?" Moon outstretched a hand to glide over the small pool before you both, the circular movements almost hypnotic.

Moon said nothing, though did return to his melody. It was a gentle song, he would hum it on occasion but it was always welcomed. And every time he did, you would catch his shoulders loosening up, the tension easing from his form. Seeing his back droop a little bit, you rose a hand and pressed it to his back, rubbing up and down for a few moments, a sigh leaving your sweet Obscura. "Sorry." The hood murmured, his face still hidden. "Knocked your drink." He elaborated.

"It's ok, Moony." You shrugged. "It'd probably been cold for ages. May as well be poison by that point."

He chuckled again, the tone not as croaky, and leaned into your touch. "Then I'm not sorry. I saved you."

A gasp left your lips in return. "What a generous hero you are!" Your free hand rose and pressed against your chest for added theatrics. "You should be rewarded instead!"

Red eyes turned to meet yours finally, the off-white glow of his pupils soft like his namesake. There was a charming grin on his face but you could see tiredness in the expression too, the mental strain of an internal war having taken its toll on him until he clawed back to himself. From him shifting, the hand on his back moved to his shoulder, cupping him whilst rubbing small circles with your thumb like his fingers across the dark liquid.

Dropping the arm from his chest, his hand moved to lay over yours on his shoulder, scooping up your dinky digits in his much larger hand and nuzzled his cheek over the knuckles, eyes closing as he red against them like a tiny pillow. "Warm." He noted softly, moving to press the back of your palm to his chin. "My sweet sea star..." His voice echoed in your head, making you sigh gently.

"C'mon..." you started, "we should get home before the other-"

He tugged you into his chest. Face planting into the ruffles of his gown. His hand leaving yours to secure your middle to his. An arm wrapping around your shoulders... Which all sounds nice enough... Until you feel wet fingertips rub the back of your neck. Body temperature falling drastically as stray droplets worked their way down your back. "MOON-!"

He ripped away from you just as fast as he pulled you in, leaving you stretching and almost scratching the coldness away from your throat as quickly as possible, though making you look like a maniac in the process. He was giggling and cackling to himself, standing back up on his feet though not too far away for you to see his face and glare at his betrayal.

"Alright boy. That's it." He stopped his laughter, the grin was still etched on his face as he watched you slowly take off your sandals and rise, the sand smooth against your toes. "You better run before you have to face both Sun AND my anger!"

The laughing resumed and he ran away as you gave chase, though, the way he was 'running' was more like a weird crab scurrying away. Making him looking like a little gremlin in your eyes. But he never outrun you. Always remained the same distance as you both ran back home. Where Moon was promptly scolded by his sunnier twin before being welcomed back home.

[la-spooky]

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Don't mind me. Just staying up late playing my favorite sexual harassment simulator LMFAO! I truly worked my ass off grinding for this Rafayel:Private Trip memory! Hoooo boy, it did not disappoint! On their private hike, MC indirectly asks Rafayel about his thoughts on sex and he implies that, in his immortal existence, he has never had sex with anyone but MC's past life incarnations and he has eyes only for her after all this time.

"I'm only saying this because I need you to know I've never considered having sex bonding with anyone else. You can doubt anything else you want, but you must believe me in this case."

I've suspected this since the 'Before Sunrise' Memoria where Rafayel and MC go on a trip and get stuck in a hotel room with only one bed. A storm rolls in and they end up sharing the bed, but neither one of them sleeps a wink. In the dead of night MC admits that she's terrified of thunder storms while Rafayel confesses the real reason he can't sleep is because he feels nervous sleeping with her for the first time in this lifetime.

"...It's my first time sharing a bed with someone. Since this has never happened before, I can't fall asleep."

I can only imagine how lonely he is every time MC dies...

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

This piece contains brief descriptions of a very minor injury and lots of fluff.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Late nights with friends aren’t only meant for eggnog and good fun, but for feelings to be unveiled in the most unexpected of places.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: The gang’s all here in this one. Hope you guys enjoy!

Everyone’s laughing. Eyes squinted, heads tossed back. All because of Eddie. It’s a sound he wouldn’t mind listening to for the rest of his life. It makes him feel like a kid again, being silly to get high off his friends' amusement. It’s just you, Steve, and Robin with eyes on him tonight.

The three of you are sitting on the well-loved couch in his living room as he stands in front of the TV. Steve’s in the middle with both arms resting behind you and Robin’s shoulders.

Though snowflakes fall outside, you’re all warmer than you’ve been in a while. The type of warmth that comes from the inside out. That the heater humming in the corner of the room would never be able to provide. 

Eddie tries to bite back a smile, but a bout of boyish chuckles mix with his next words, “Are you guys gonna guess who I was supposed to be, or what?” His eyes are sparkling, cheeks rosy. 

Perhaps from one too many cups of spiked eggnog, perhaps from all the attention. Likely both. The night's festivities had all of you feeling loose and playful, inhibitions a distant memory. The perfect tone had been set for a game of charades. 

Robin manages to get an answer out after snorting, “Dare I even say that was your attempt at Elvis,” she muses. 

Eddie looks like the incarnate of joy, and you don’t miss the way his eyes soften as he meets your gaze. “The more metal and less suave version,” you tease. “I dig it, though.” 

You dig him. 

Everything from his tattoos to his heart. He’s a little rough around the edges, but always has a way of making people feel good and seen. 

He’d seen you a year ago as you sat at the library with your nose buried in a new copy of Beloved. He plopped down into the armchair across from you and stared over the top of your book until you lowered it. You were expecting a sly comment or witty remark, but he smiled and told you he liked your kicks. An old pair of black Vans with daisies painted on them. 

Next thing you know, you’d found a friend in each other. And before long, you were meeting his other friends and Hawkins became infinitely less lonesome. 

“We know you do,” Robin shoots you a suggestive look that goes unnoticed by the boys. “He’s got the spirit, but those hips need some serious work.”

“They need to be exiled, is what they need,” Steve shakes his head. “I can’t believe you just disrespected the king like that.” 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Talk is easy, Harrington.” 

Steve frowns. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?” The other boy’s shrug is provocative, as if to say you tell me. “Well, I bet I’ve got your Presley beat by a long shot.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

Steve pushes himself up to go stand alongside the metalhead, making a grand motion out to you and Robin as if you’re audience members who paid for a show. 

“Ladies, hold onto your panties.” Then he looks at Eddie with a smirk. “You too.” 

Eddie barks out a laugh, “Fuck you, man.” 

Steve stumbles as he’s shoved. 

There’s not alot of space in the living room, but they break into a small tussle nevertheless. Steve comes in hot and hooks an arm around Eddie’s neck, pulling him into a loose headlock. You and Robin roll your eyes, but can’t help but smile as you watch. Both of them are strong, but years of playing sports had given Steve the upper hand when it came to putting that strength into practice. 

Robin heaves a sigh. “Thought we were gonna make it through the night without any more macho displays, but here we are,” she scoots closer to you to rest her head on your shoulder. 

Eddie manages to stand back up to his full height, only for Steve to finally shove him back in retaliation. He chuckles as he steadies himself, and a fond smile tugs at your lips when he briefly peeks your way to see if you’re watching. 

It isn’t long before Robin nudges you with her elbow. “You should tell him how you feel,” she murmurs. “You’re probably gonna explode if you don’t. It’s science.” 

The chuckle that bubbles out of you is wistful. “Chemistry?” 

“Precisely.” 

You let your head loll to touch hers. “I want to,” your voice is low. “I just can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Eddie asks. “Dude—” Steve makes a sudden move towards him, and in stopping his advance, one of his fingers harshly grazes the buckle of his belt. 

A short string of curses leave Eddie's mouth as he grasps his hand, and Steve takes a few startled steps backwards. 

Both you and Robin straighten up on the couch. 

“Shit. My bad, man.” 

Eddie waves him off and assesses the affliction. There’s a trickle of blood running from the cuticle of his index finger. 

“Are you okay, E?” Sincerity clings to your words. 

“I’m all good,” he assures. “Stings like a bitch… but I’m not finished.” After sucking the blood off his finger, he assumes a ready stance. 

Steve is quick to follow his lead, shifting on his feet as he scopes out an attack window. 

At the same time, a light bulb goes off above Robin’s head, and you must see it because you turn to look at each other. 

Her words are quiet and fast, only for you, “You should totally go dote over him,” she cocks her head Eddie’s way, and you realize that’s what a small part of you already felt inclined to do. “This could be your chance.” 

Before your mind can catch up to your body, you’re on your feet and headed Eddie’s way.

“Time out,” you say, holding out your hand for his. “Can I see?” 

He forgets all about Steve as his eyes zero on you. He gives you his hand without question, without thinking. Like he’s on autopilot. His finger is red again. 

“Ouch,” you say sympathetically. 

Your closeness makes him fidget. “It’s nothing. I promise I'm okay,” this time he sounds a little less sure, swayed by your concern.  

Steve’s brows furrow at how soft Eddie’s voice has grown, and it isn’t until he glances at Robin that he realizes what’s going on. She’s smiling in that giddy way of hers that always signifies a plan in motion.  

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t sensed something between you and Eddie for quite some time.  

“Hey, uh…” he scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t think we finished off the eggnog, did we, Rob?” 

She springs up from the couch. “Nope. We most definitely did not, but we absolutely should. Let’s!” 

She follows him to the kitchen and pulls out cups for the two of them. 

They might as well be invisible with how focused the two of you have become on each other. 

“Will you let me put a BandAid on it, at least?” You ask Eddie, meeting his umber eyes. “It’ll make me feel better.” 

Eddie can’t find the word no, even though he’s been a rub some dirt on it kind of guy his entire life. 

In the bathroom, he closes the door behind the two of you. It’s not a large space, so you stand to the side as he washes his hands, wincing as soap accidentally runs into the cut. 

When he’s done, he shakes them to get rid of some of the excess water, and you squeak when it splashes on you. The look you fix him with isn’t harsh. It’s amused, and kind, and every good thing he knows you to be. 

“Whoops,” he smiles. 

Before pulling a paper towel off the roll, he flicks his fingers your way for good measure. 

“Wha—hey!” 

“Sorry. That was an accident too.” It’s a bold-faced lie that you can’t bring yourself to mind. Not when he’s looking at you with that much fondness in his eyes. 

You bite back a smile as you move to the medicine cabinet to pull out a small box of bandages. You finger through the different sizes and settle on one of the smaller ones. 

After drying his hands, he moves to put the lid of the toilet down so he can sit. 

You feel his eyes on you as you unwrap the bandage, and the intensity of his gaze makes your fingers falter. Just as you move to stand in front of him, he asks something that makes time slow down. 

“What is it that you can’t do?” He holds up his finger so you can put the BandAid on. “When you were talking to Rob you said you wanted to do something but couldn’t.” 

You wrap the it around his finger, and your eyes flit to the glint of his rings. 

“It was nothing," all your courage drains. "I didn’t think you heard me.” 

He always hears you. 

Any time you’re in his vicinity, he can't help but be in tune with where you are and what you’re saying. That’s how he realized his crush was more than innocent. Innocent crushes didn’t listen out for each other as intently as he did for you. Or care this much about the unspoken thoughts of the other. 

He hums after inspecting your handiwork. “Now can you do something that’ll make me feel better?” 

You blink, waiting for him to continue. 

“Tell me what you can’t do.” He’s gazing up at you with eyes warmer than anything. Encouraging. Begging. 

Your mouth opens a few times before any words leave. “I-I can’t tell you how you make me feel,” you say it quietly, but it’s like the voice of God in his ears.

Eddie swallows. “Try?”

A few seconds pass before you say anything. 

“Light. You make me feel light in a way that doesn’t quite make sense,” you say, toying with the hem of your shirt. “But I also feel so on earth when you’re around. Like I can root myself in the moment and not have to worry about a single thing in the world.” 

A few more seconds of looking at him has you reaching out to grace your fingertips down his soft cheek. He leans into your touch, but it’s gone as soon as it appears. For the first time all night, he doesn’t have anything to say. 

He continues staring up at you for what feels like forever. 

At last, he stands, and carefully walks you backwards. Before you have the chance to fill the silence, your back meets the wall and his lips are on yours, calloused hands rising to cup your face. He kisses you slowly, as if making time for you to change your mind.

But you don't.

You allow yourself to enjoy the warmth of him, his palpable earnesty. 

It’s a miracle your knees hold you as long as they do. You feel like you’re bursting with want and light. 

Eddie’s the one who breaks away, and it only seems right that a soft chuckle escapes him. All everyone had been doing all night was laughing. Because the three of you were safe. Happy. And in the case of you and Eddie, in love. 

That’s all a couple of kids in a crazy world could ask for. 

“We should probably get back out there,” he murmurs, leaning in to give your lips one last peck. 

Your eyes grow wide. “You’re right, let’s go.” 

When Eddie pulls away, you make quick work of straightening your sweater and neutralizing the expression on your face as best as you can. He doesn’t bother telling you that you now have a pretty glow you wouldn’t be able to will away if you tried. Even his own face is more flushed than before. 

Steve and Robin watch as you file out of the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen. They’ve poured the two of you some eggnog as well. 

You and Eddie come to a stop three feet apart from each other. 

Steve snickers as he crosses his arms. “Really. You guys are out here looking like Elmo and the Northern Star and think we don’t know what just went down?” 

“He is pretty red,” Robin agrees. 

Eddie grabs a cup and takes a sip. “You can think whatever you want.” 

He doesn’t care that they know. He wouldn’t care if the whole world did. 

“The suspense was literally killing me,” Robin tilts her head back. 

After setting his drink down, Eddie easily pulls you to stand in front of him. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he wraps his arms around you from behind. But it feels right.

“How’s this for Elmo and the Northern Star?” You can feel the gentle vibration of his chest as he speaks. “And don’t think I forgot about that Elvis impersonation you’re supposed to be doing, Harrington.” 

Steve waves a hand. “Don’t worry, you guys are gonna get it,” he says. “Just fueling up.” He finishes off the last of his eggnog and burps. 

“Gross,” you chide. 

“The Northern Star speaks,” he grins at the lighthearted way you narrow your eyes. 

After a beat, he sighs, long and thoughtful. “I guess I’m a little happy for you guys.” You can see in his eyes that it’s more than that. 

When he cares, he cares hard. Even though he tries to hide it. 

“Only a little?” Robin presses, a smile pulling at her lips. 

“Okay, maybe a little more than happy. Only by, like, this much—hey!"

He’s in the middle of illustrating the amount when Robin pokes him in the side. 

Eddie huffs out an amused laugh as he squeezes you tighter. You place your hands over his where they're secured at your middle.

Of all the places you could’ve been tonight, you’re glad you’re here with the three people who never fail to feel like home.

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[fayes-fics]

Rhythm

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Filthy talking and dancing with Benedict.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, dirty dancing, dom/sub undertones, hair pulling, biting, frottage/thigh riding, female orgasm.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: This is an anon request fill (request: Benedict talking and dancing dirty, please, please, please. TY). Sorry, this is at least 4 months late Nonny. This is also dedicated to @chaoticcalzoneranchsports and @bridgertontess. Thanks to @eleanor-bradstreet for the title suggestion. i hope you all enjoy <3

You are dancing, correction, gyrating in time to the pounding music, your back pressed up against his front. He’s a tall solid presence, and there’s a large hand almost branding an imprint onto your stomach through the delicate layer of your dress. The smell of warm bodies and overpriced alcohol lingers in this hot, sticky nightclub. His name is Ben. He’s a friend of a friend—Kate’s brother-in-law. Anyway, you are tipsy and horny, and he is gorgeous with hazy eyes and a troublesome smile. You push back into his crotch and roll your hips, the message unmistakable. Uncaring who is watching, the rest of your friends have already left.

“Are you always so forward?” the voice that rumbles in your ear is resonant, well-spoken and tinged with an edge of something that fizzles right to your core.

You twist your head to place your lips near his ear. “No, there’s just something about you… sir,” knowing that the last word is loaded, you are provoking him, seeing if he’ll be into playing. It’s been ages since you had a night of passionate kinky sex, and he looks like sin incarnate in expertly tailored trousers and an even better-fitting shirt.

“So, is that what you are into? Hmm?” His other hand grabs your throat, forcing your head back so you look up at the ceiling. “I could give you exactly what you need right now,” he intones, the delivery now more gravelly.

You throb inside your underwear, and your nipples pebble hard, rasping your bra with delicious friction. Oh, hell yes, he is into it.

“Tell me more,” you stutter out, utterly enthralled, the pressure on your windpipe just the right amount of danger to make your body sing, bodies rubbing deliciously against each other. He has read you like an open book. 

His lips brush the shell of your ear, warm and plush. 

“If you call me sir, I assume you want a name too? And I think I know what you like to be called,” he begins, his voice pitched low so it reverberates in his chest pressed into your spine; that hand slides away from your neck to your bare shoulder. “I think you like to be called a good girl,” his fingers trail down the length of your arm, igniting little tracks of fire over your skin. “Especially when you are doing unspeakably filthy things. If I'm right, press your fingers between mine,” he adds as his hand covers yours at your side.

He huffs victorious as you lace your fingers into his.

“Oh, good girl,” he praises as you shudder and shift your stance wider, wrapping your other arm backwards, looping your hand around his strong neck, fully rotating your hips in circles with the beat, hypnotised by the potent crackling energy between you.

“I felt that delightful little shudder,” he murmurs, his breath so hot on your ear. “Let's see if we can make you do it again, shall we?” your bodies moving together in a sinful, sinuous motion.

You just nod gently. 

He tugs at your dress so it is tight over your breasts. “Look at your gorgeous nipples, so hard. Are they aching? Does every move of fabric over them make you want to moan?” His voice is deadly, making them pebble almost painfully under the restrictive pull he has created. You want his tongue to soothe them. “Oh, such a sensitive one, eh? Do you like light brushes of thumbs, or do you prefer to have them squeezed between fingers, hmm?” He pauses, waiting for your response,

“Squeezed,” you admit on a deep exhale.

 He makes a noise. “Mmm, I thought so. You like just a little bit of discomfort, don’t you?”

“Yes.” 

“Hard sucks rather than gentle licks,” he guesses, again correctly. “Perhaps some teeth too. Do you want me to bite your nipples?” 

“Yessss,” you hiss, mesmerised as he gets on a roll.

“Are you ticklish?” He feathers fingers down your side, easily felt through the thin fabric. And you attempt to wiggle away, but his hold is too firm. “Oh, definitely ticklish,” he concludes with a chuckle. “When I run my fingers, mouth and nose down your body, I will enjoy making you giggle and squirm under me” — more debauched promises that catch your breath. 

His hand lands heavy on your diaphragm and smears down to your belly, the heat, strength, and sheer size making your breath catch. 

“And what will I find when my tongue sinks below here?” he asks, his little finger slipping into your belly button through the fabric. “Will I be able to smell your arousal? Hmm?“ You stutter as his tone slips into an even lower register. “Because I'm pretty sure I can smell a trace of you right now, and it’s delicious.” 

He kisses that spot on your neck that turns you to putty as the hand slips lower to the space below your belly button, and the heel of his palm digs in as his hips surge forward. There’s no mistaking what is pressed onto your left bum cheek. It makes your breath catch, and you ache to see, touch, and maybe even taste it.

“How wet are you right now?” he buzzes, his breath dusting your earlobe as he takes it into his mouth and bites gently.

“Very,” you whisper back, almost unheard.

“I want to slide my fingers between your legs and feel it,” he sighs, “but perhaps that is too much for such a public space. I will just have to keep talking and dancing with you in this delightful manner.”

Part of you wants to grab his hand and haul him into a taxi; take him back to yours right now. Another part wants to lean back into him and listen to that sonorous voice spout filthy things, the delicious promise of what could transpire as arousing as the possible reality.

“Please do,” you croak out and feel the curl of his confident smile on your cheek. 

You know people are stealing judgemental glances at the two of you, dancing so dirty, limbs entwined, and heads together. But the cocktails are making you carefree, hedonistic, uncaring of what others may think, just hunting the euphoria of chemistry and connection.

“I want to taste you so bad,” he breathes, “wrap my arms tight around your thighs, bury my face into that delicious scent and run my tongue between your legs until you scream, and I have to hold you down as you squirm so damn hard for me.”

You feel your core pulse as he says it, and your clit throbs heavily. Desperate for friction.

“Oh god…” the whisper leaves your lips before you can stop it.

“What? What is it?” his tone breathy and decadent.

“I'm so turned on,” you gasp, wishing you could hide it but can't. “I'm aching.”

He makes a noise that is deep and wanting, and he spins you in his arms, so you face him. There is a sheen across his forehead, his pupils blown wide, and a vein in his neck jumps. He dips slightly lower, slotting a leg between yours as you sway to the music. When he straightens up again, the meat of his quad muscle is pressing up onto your clit, and you gasp as he smirks at you. He holds your hips and drives you up and down his upper thigh, taking your weight and making you see stars.

“How's that?” he crows, knowing just how much you like it by the hitches in your breath and how you claw at his shirt.

“Holy fuck,” you mutter, as his grin gets wider and he presses his cheek to yours.

“Tell me what you like, how you like sex to be.” 

“I… I like it a little desperate, you know?” you murmur, feeling his heartbeat thrumming in his temple. “When you just can't handle it, and things get ripped off bodies. Maybe a little biting and perhaps a touch of rough treatment, just a little bit.” You've never admitted to a virtual stranger where your proclivities can range if the choice is there.

He hums approvingly as his movements mirror yours. “So you want me to rip off this lovely silk dress?” he asks, trailing a single warm finger down your spine. 

“Yes, please,” your reply is instant.

His teeth open on your neck and press lightly over your jugular, and fire runs in your veins. Your knees suddenly feel weak, and you bear more weight onto his thigh, riding it almost unashamed.

“Oh, look at this,” he chuckles darkly, “I've found your little obedience switch. You really do like to be bitten, don't you?”

You nod as the grip on your hip becomes a rough squeeze, digging into your flesh. “You want fingerprints on your hipbones?” 

“Yes, sir,” you answer languidly, under his thrall now.

The hand moves lower and round to the globe of your bottom. He pulls it away a fraction, then spanks your cheek; you moan so loud he tenses slightly.

“Shhhhhh, my dirty little girl,” he orders low and deadly, “I can see how much you really like a spanking.”

The music changes track to something with a sinful pulsing bass beat, and your bodies move together in a new rhythm.

“What would you do to me?” you murmur desperately into his warm skin, breathing in his citrus and woodsy cologne. “If I took you home right now, what would you do?”

“Do you want to find out, or do you want me to tell you?” the glittering promise in his voice is so beguiling.

“Both,” you exhale, and his lips finally meet yours. He invades your senses, a long deep, drawing kiss that steals your breath and has your tongues dancing together in a way that makes you feel even more intoxicated. This time on him, as much as the alcohol.

“Everything I've already told you and so much more,” he promises, sotto voce over your lips. “I would make you a screaming, soaked mess with my tongue, and then I would fuck you. Yes, fuck. I know you have had sex; you've probably even made love. Not like this,” his tone is smokey and dark.

The throb in your underwear is unbearable, and you feel yourself leaking out of your tiny underwear and onto his expensive trousers. You know he will sense it, seeping into the fabric separating your skin. And by god, you want him to feel it, hoping it will goad him even more. 

“How will you fuck me?”

“What is your favourite position?” he queries hotly.

“Anything that feels deep,” you confess honestly.

“I can tell that's a truthful answer because you subconsciously bit the corner of your lip after you said it.” he breathes over your cheekbone, your body still moving in tandem. “And, may I say, quite the most excellent answer. I'm sure it feels sublime to be buried deep in your body.”

At this point, it feels like he plans to torture you with filthy, murmured promises all night and something in your snaps—no longer able to withstand the tension boiling between you, making each touch feel like liquid fire.

“For god sake, please just make me come,” you beg. 

“Right here?” he checks.

“Yes.”

He growls and grabs a clump of hair at the base of your neck, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “Are you going to ride my thigh until you come, you dirty little girl?” he inquires, the other hand insistent on your lumbar spine, ensuring you are grinding hard.

“Yes, as long as you keep talking, god, please never stop talking,” your whole body shuddering again at the intensity coiling deep inside you. His lopsided smirk is prideful and devastating, like you just gave him carte blanche to destroy you.

“I never did tell you how I would fuck you, did I?” you shake your head and keep sliding on him, a vice-like grasp on his right shoulder and your left hand on his shirt bunched in your grip. “I’ll start slow,” he begins, “slow and shallow at first; get you used to me.” His tone is dripping with the confidence of a man with a sizeable cock, which, to be fair, seems accurate based on the bulge you graze every time you slide up his thigh. “Then I’ll go deeper, see if you can take me all in; I hope so because I can’t think of a place I want to be more than buried to the hilt in you. I'll hold just long enough for you to enjoy being so full, and then I will start moving again. All the way out to the tip, then thrust back in.” 

You are panting against his cheek as he rumbles such detailed filth, snagging your clit over his thigh, drunk on him, on the mental pictures he builds.

“Slow out, fast in, kissing you over and over, swallowing the noises you're making as you take all of me. Then I'm going to experiment with angles, see if I can hit somewhere that makes you see stars, curse, cling to me, beg me to make you come,” he moves one hand to cup your jaw as he talks. “Then that's what I will put all my efforts into, hitting that spot over and over and over,” his thumb sneaks into the corner of your mouth. You don't dare look anywhere but deep Into his blown pupils. “As you get so desperate, all fingernails and teeth, clenching my cock so hard as you say filthy things teetering in the edge until I touch that little clit of yours, and you break screaming. But I don't want to come yet. I have to fight that urge, hold everything back… because guess what?”

“What?” you pant.

“I want to do it all over again. Build you up and take you over another edge. It won’t take long, especially with my thumb on your pulsing engorged clit, even as you thrash because you’re still too sensitive there. But you will; before you know it, you’ll be coming again. Trembling this time, quieter but no less powerful. I’ll be watching your eyes roll back, your lips call my name and that? That is when I’ll let myself come with you, buried deep as you babble and milk me with your little aftershocks.” 

No one has talked to you like this before, so brazen, so filthy, so matter of fact about something so private in such a public arena. And you can’t get enough. The hand on his chest straying down over his cock, the heat and girth taking you by surprise. You may well need some build-up to take him all in, and you just know he will be able to hit every spot you like without even trying, and damn if that doesn’t make you flood even more.

He groans heavily. “Do you like what you feel?” he murmurs hotly in your ear, and you nod vigorously. “Good. You are soaking my leg, my good girl; it’s taking all my willpower not to bend you over right here.”

You whimper at that idea, moving faster; the thick muscle there is just the perfect stimulation you need. You couldn't care less about any audience you may have; it's probably heightening the experience.

“Bite me,” he encourages you, sounding almost winded. “Go on, leave your mark on my neck.”

You want to. So much. Something about the sturdiness there and the bulge of his Adam’s Apple makes it impossible to resist.

So you do. You straighten up, and with your fingers still splayed on his cock you sink your teeth lightly into the cord of his neck as you ride his leg, one of his hand snaking between your bodies to pinch your nipple hard. Its all the catalyst you need to hurtle you over the edge. Your clit burns white-hot as you break, screaming your release into his delicious-tasting skin, his other fingers leaving bruises on the crest of your hipbone as you jerk and spasm on his quad muscle.

“Oh fuck yes, darling girl,” he gusts, utterly impressed and aroused, “fuck you are amazing. Don't you dare stop,” he groans, surging his cock against your fingers now.

You can scarcely believe you are coming in front of so many people, wrapped around him like a vine, your feet barely touching the ground as he heaves you over his leg, and you convulse, feeling the tingles of ecstasy firing in every synapse and shooting out to your fingers and toes. 

“Ben, Ben, Ben,” you chant his name, abandoning the sir, muffled into him. He groans harder, letting you ride out the last of the wave until you slump against him, breathing laboured, your whole body still fizzing, knowing you would break all over again with just a touch of fingers.

“We are leaving right now,” he growls, “I need to be inside you within twenty minutes, or I will die.” 

“But my place is further than that,” you slur, pouting, still leaning on him.

He chuckles into your hairline. “Good thing mine isn't. How does ten minutes sound?”

“So fucking wonderful,” you pull back and smile up at him, sated.

“I couldn't agree more.”

And you couldn't be happier when he picks you up, winds your legs around his waist, and stalks out of the club.

And you couldn't be happier when he picks you up, winds your legs around his waist, and stalks out of the club. 

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