#my boyfriend.... my love.... I will hold you gently and call you pretty bc you deserve it....

[lowkeyremi]

Hi there!! I’ve read some of your works I they’re really good- you’re so talented and amazing 😭✋🏾

Bakugou x reader where he slips reader a letter telling her to proofread his letter to Santa and she’s like:??? but doesn’t judge bc she loves him, and it says that he’s asking Santa for a wife 😭🥰 and then when she looks down he’s on one knee 🥺

All I want for Christmas is You k. bakugo x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG IM GIGGLING STOPPPP i was about to say at his grown age he got a santa list but it made more sense after I read the rest :3

content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is silly

The old grandfather clock that Katsuki insisted he needed chimes loudly to announce the arrival of the next hour. You were in the kitchen getting a little snack before winding down for bed.

As you continued preparing your snack your boyfriend made his presence know in the kitchen with his humming.

"What's that?" He asks looking over your shoulder.

"I'm trying something new." You explain, taking a look at it for yourself. Honestly, you don't know what to call it. His eyes travel down to your feet where he can see you aren't wearing socks or your house slippers.

"How many times do I have to tell ya to wear something on your feet? You'll get sick." He complains for the umpteenth time this week.

"Mhm I know. I need you to be quiet you're breaking my concentration." He finds it cute how your tongue is slightly poking out as you try to frost this.. interesting looking cupcake.

"Doesn't look like ya put much effort or thought into it but okay..." He clicks his tongue and you elbow him in the stomach. Of course it doesn't hurt though, because he's built like a marble statue.

"Anyways, I need you to read over this when your done. It's my wish list to Santa." You don't respond right away, waiting to see if he's going to say he's joking or something, but he doesn't. You put down the frosting bag and stare deep into his soul.

"Are you serious? I thought Santa wasn't real. At least that's what you told Denki and ruined his Christmas." You recall last year's Christmas party when Katsuki harshly broke the news to Denki. The blond had a mental break down.

"I've reconsidered what I'd said before. He's real 'n I've been real good this year so hopefully I'll get what I wished for." He emphasizes that for some odd reason.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Remember when you verbally assaulted that kid who said you look like a mean Pokémon character?" He grumbles something that you don't quite catch but you get what he means.

"Just read it." He says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him once again.

"Ughhh be happy I love your ass. I have to stop my cupcakes to read a santa list??? How old are you five?" He knows you aren't mad which is why he holds out the red envelope for you to take.

He watches you intently as you gently tear open the envelope. You pull out a piece of paper, which reads:

Dear Santa,

It's me. Bakugo.

The only thing I want for Christmas is a pretty wife who will stay with me through thick and thin. Who's also annoying and banned from going to sleep after me because of her terrible pranks.

Thanks.

As you finish reading it you're in shock. You lower the letter from your view to see your boyfriend on one knee, a pretty ring being presented to you in a very exquisite box.

"So.. will you help Santa out? Make my wish come true?" He's shaking and he looks so vulnerable it touches your heart.

You already know your answer but who would you be if you didn't give the man a run for his money.

"Well I don't know, Santa still needs to receive the letter then he'll probably come to me and we'll talk." You say crossing your arms. Katsuki glares at you and you smile back.

"Of course I will!! I mean who else would do it if not for me?" He rolls his eyes so hard you feel it.

"I could get anyone to marry me in seconds." He scoffs while putting the ring on your finger.

"All this talk and it took you 7 years to finally pop the question." Before he even gets another word out you lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Merry Christmas, hubby." You say with a snort.

"Way to ruin a romantic moment and hubby is not going to be a new nickname."

jokes on him hubby stuck around for a long time :3

[tahdashi]

WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .

✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo

✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!

✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.

"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.

"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.

✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.

"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.

"why?"

"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.

"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).

"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.

"uncle suna."

"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.

a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."

"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.

"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.

"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."

and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.

✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).

"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.

"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.

"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.

"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.

"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.

✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).

"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.

"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.

"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.

she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"

"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.

"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."

"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.

"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.

"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.

"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.

[imahinatjon]

MAYBE HEADCANONS OF BSD MEN OF YOUR CHOICE WITH A READER WHO HAS A DRASTICALLY LARGE HEIGHT DIFF? IM LIKE 4'8 SO YEAH :D

I am sorry this took so long lol. I've been ill since before my last post and have gotten myself a little throat paralysis demon.

Bsd characters x SHORT reader

I chose the characters that are tall? Or at least that I think are tall.

(Dazai + Sigma + Nikolai)

Dazai

• Dazai likes how tall- short you are. It cute.

• HOWEVER. He does have his complaints.

• It's not that sometimes you need him to reach things from higher off the shelf when at home or shopping. He's more than happy to do that.

• It's not that he has to bend slightly to kiss you

• It's the fact that he's forever loosing you in crowds.

You and Dazai were on a date when you went missing. Holding hands until suddenly he looked down and you weren't there. Now, he wasn't worried anyone had taken you... well, maybe a bit, but he was sure you could handle yourself. He just wasn't sure he couldn't handle it.

"You really ought to stop jumping to the worst conclusions" he jumped when he heard your voice, turning to see you standing right beside him once again

" just because you loose sight of me doesn't mean I've been kidnapped"

"Can never be too careful" he replied, reaching to hold your hand again so you could carry on.

Sigma

• So, your short. Okay. That's fine.

• Honestly, he doesn't get why it's an issue.

• He thinks it's cute. Also makes him feel useful when you can't reach things from higher shelves.

• He has the casino, and that's his life basically, but now he's also got you, and he'd like to keep it that way.

• Hence why he insists on reaching everything for you.

• It's not an issue, really! He likes seeing you safe, and not climbing precariously.

Sigma loves you, he really does, but sometimes your incredibly frustrating. He doesn't mind letting you wonder around the casino on your own, but what he does mind is when you get hurt walking around the casino alone... hes writing his lecture about climbing while he waits for you to come back. He's probably not the best person to be giving lectures, but there is literally no one else to do it.

You should he expecting a pretty little envelope on his desk addressed for you to read.

Nikolai

• Your his arm rest.

• Sorry but you are. There's no getting around it.

• Sometimes, when he's not even near you, you'll feel a pressure ontop of your head.

• So you look up, look around and spot nikolai with his arm in his cloak.

• He's resting on your head from across the room.

• He does it purely to annoy you.

• If it doesn't really annoy you? He'll just find another way.

• Its his form of affection.

You were discussing something with Fyodor. About what? Who knows, it's not important.

You noticed throughout your talk he kept looking above you, and of course. You could only roll your eyes, you knew exactly what he was looking at. Your boyfriend. One specific man called Nikolai.

He was using his ability to mess with you again. You'd get him.

Nikolai did this often, and usually you only ducked down and moved away, you never retaliated. So when you tugged on his arm rather roughly, he was caught just a little off guard, suddenly beside you in the room, his eyes moved between you and Fyodor.

"We're trying to have an important conversation" fyodor sighed

"I'll see you later" you said, kissing his cheek gently and continuing your prior buisness.

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Short and sweet. Kinda rushed bc I've been thinking on it for ages 🥲

Xx

[kairiscorner]

bc i love my son so much

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i'm not scary. — megumi fushiguro x reader

listening by the sidelines as megumi scolded nobara and yuji for their recklessness at exorcising the curse assigned to them, you noticed that your boyfriend was actually very... intimidating. it was actually funny that you hadn't found him the least bit frightening before you dated him–in fact, you found him quite cute. you always thought that the fact he cared so much for his colleagues and friends, despite being so stern and strict at times, was actually a very endearing trait about him. though the way he can go about it isn't the cutest bit about it, and just now did you let the fact that he can intimidate you in the slightest confused–but weirdly interested–you.

you had only recently discovered this side of megumi because every time he would get angry, he would always ask you to leave the room or distract himself from his anger with your presence; never did he willingly let you see this side of him if he could help it, but this time, his anger got the best of him and he snapped at the two in front of you. nobara and yuji were already used to his bouts of anger, it wasn't anything new to him–though what was new to them was how sudden his change from anger to surprise was when megumi felt your hand on his.

his eyes widened a little and he turned his head to look at you, uttering your name in a soft voice as he felt a bit flustered that you caught him in a bad mood earlier, but lightened him up slightly by holding his hand. you smiled up at him to get him in a less agitated mood, and of course, the sight of you smiling involuntarily made him even more flustered and he momentarily forgot why he was so angry earlier, giving nobara and yuji the chance to escape megumi's wrath and run off. he called out to them in irritation, but that went away gradually as megumi heard your soft voice speak out to him. "you're pretty scary sometimes, huh, gumi?" "i'm... not, though." he said in a soft voice, not realizing he was just a bit intimidating.

you giggled. "really, well how come nobara and yuji always come running to me when they make you angry all over again?" you asked him with a smile, with megumi looking away from you as he shrugged. "they wanna find anyone to grasp onto for protection, i guess. but that doesn't make me scary, it just means i care." he said, defending himself. you chuckled as megumi tried to make himself sound less scary.

"well, regardless, you do seem like you bite sometimes." you said with an innocent grin as megumi looked at you with perplexity in his eyes. "like i bite?" "nevermind." you said as you gently pat his head, which instantly calms him down–despite him insisting you shouldn't do things like this to him in public. from a distance, he heard giggling–which came from where nobara and yuji hid from megumi, with a phone in their hands as they were smiling to themselves all gleefully.

megumi lost his cool at them again and wanted to yell at them both, but you wrapped him in your arms for a hug–stopping him in his tracks as he tried to resist your very comforting, relaxing hug. he sighed as he felt a blush coming on his face as you purred to him how he looks much cuter when smiling, when he's less angry. he decided to let the two knuckleheads go and just focus on the one person who can calm him down after a bad mission: you, his beloved partner.

[pettydollie]

IMAGINE U AND CHRIS BABYSITTING UR LITTLE SISTER AND U CANT GET HER TO GO TO BED AND HE PUTS HER TO SLEEP AND LAYS W HER :(

BRO WHOEBER TJIS IS, UR SENDINF GREAT LIL PROMPTS DONT STOP

bingo - c.s x reader

you sigh, putting down the book your sister specifically picked out for bed. you know she wants your boyfriend chris, but she won’t admit it. you adjust her pillow before muttering “i’ll be right back”

you leave the room and into the kitchen, where chris is grabbing a pepsi from the fridge that you always have stocked just for him. “hi cutie” you kiss his cheek. he takes a sip of his can before wrapping an arm lazily around your shoulders

“can you help put s/n to bed? she won’t fall asleep and it’s aggravating me.” you chuckle, feeling tired. he notices this, of course, how could he not? he nods immediately. you two step into her room, chris putting his pepsi down.

“hey, bingo.” he greets the girl with a nickname from the show Bluey. he’s called her that ever since he heard her adorable laugh (it also reminds him of how his heart bursts everytime he sees you, which he thinks is corny asf)

she smiles, holding up the bingo plush that was previously wrapped around her arms tight in her chest. he sits down on the bed next to her. he sees the book that you were reading before, picking it up.

your sister’s eyes brighten. she adores when he reads to her, although she likes it more when he comes up with stories on his own. before he begins reading, he turns around where you’re standing with a small smile present on your face, watching the two interact.

he lightly grind at your smile and mouths “go lay down”. he nods his head towards the door. you give him a look that says ‘you sure?’ and he puckers his lips out for a kiss. you grin, pecking him and your sister on her head before leaving the room.

you wake up on the couch, having no idea what time it is. you don’t bother to check as you get up, remembering chris was with your sister last. you rub your eyes as you slightly peek through the door. your heart melts at the sight.

you open the door wider, stepping through fully into the room. chris is laying next to s/n as she’s cuddled into his warm side. damn, you wish you had your phone to take a picture.

you’re a little frightened when s/n’s eyes widely open. you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the noise. you sit on the edge of the bed carefully, trying not to wake chris who was snoring lightly.

“what are you doing up?” you whisper ”what are you doing up?”

you shrug at her question, silently answering. you gently rub chris’ arm as you sit and take in the simple yet sweet moment. “y/n.” she whispers out to you. you look at her, waiting for her to go on.

“i like the voices he does when he reads.”

you smile. "they are pretty funny arent they?" she nods, slowly beginning to laugh, remembering the way he spoke as he read. you put your finger on your mouth. "shhh, dont wake him". she rolls her eyes. "you first."

a/n: CRAPPY ENDING IK IM SORRYYY i’ll make it better tmr bc i’m on my phone rn and i hate hate hate writing on my phone a/n2: the end is still weird but better so ya

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

[muikitoo]

Sooooooooooooo...

so...

Are you still taking requests?...

Idk what you are comfortable with doing or not... But if you are ok with it, could you do a Rise Leo x Reader anxiety attack?

*Nervous anime sweat drops 👉👈*

Like, maybe the Reader has been masking emotions all day and when Leo comes over they break down or catches them mid break down... Or something like that...?

Thank you!

*Runs away-*

Anxiety attack

Leo x gn! s/o who is having an anxiety attack.

Warnings

Anxiety attack, but the rest is fluff and comfort.

A/N:

I was actually pretty excited to write this. I hope it turned out well enough

- When he finds u in the middle of an anxiety attack, he panics. A lot.

- Quickly goes and gets you some water.

- He tries to calm you down, without necessary touching you or doing anything that could possibly trigger you more.

- breathing exercises/techniques

- after youve calmed down a little he tries to use reassuring words and hugs u gently(only if u let him).

- "Its okay. Youre safe now, i promise."

- it rally hurts him to see you like that, he loves you more than anything.

- After some time he'll ask to talk to you about what happened, if you dont wana talk abt it then he'll try and distract u/make u feel better (movies, games, cuddles, ect) and then talk about it whenever you need

Leo decided to visit you, worried. You hadn't texted or called him in a while. He thought you were just busy bc of school and that you'd visit the lair after your classes ended, but you never did.

Once he entered your apartment/house - it was awfully quiet. He felt his heart start to race, thinking about everything that couldve possibly happened. "Y/n? Hermosa? You home?" He said nervously. He was afraid, which he usually masks well, but this time he couldnt even think of that. He needed to make sure youre okay. The more he got closer to your room, the more he could hear faint sobs. He entered your room and saw you on the floor, shaking.

"Y/n!" He was quick to be by your side. He was confused and didnt want to touch you or do anything triggering. He quickly ran to the kitchen to grab you some water. He helped you drink some and then set the cup down somewhere and then turned his attention back to you. "Breathe, love. Breathe." He made you look at him as he told you to follow his instructions, breathing slowly - in and out.

"hey, do you mind if i hold you for a little while?" He asked after youve calmed down a bit. After getting your approval, he slightly scooted towards you and gently layed your head on his plastron, wrapping his arms around you. "Do you mind telling me what happened? Or do you want to talk about it later? As you amazing and handsome boyfriend i want to be here for you through this and help you anyway i can!" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little and wanting to earn atleast a small smile from you. You let out a shaky giggle, telling him about your stressful day and everything that happened during the classes. He listened carefully, petting your hair and humming every once in a while to let you know he's listening.

After having a talk and making sure youre okay, you decided to watch a movie. "You know what? Ill be generous today and let my amazing s/o pick whatever movie you want." He smirked as he pecked your head, getting comfortable in the sheets as he handed you the remote.

A/N: i wrote this in school so it was rushed. Im not that educated in stuff like this so if i got something wrong please correct me without being rude.

[witchwyfe]

teddy bear | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: u give ur bf a little gift, cursing, fluff

| word count: 772

| a/n: reposting bc it got messed up the first time

You’re giddy when you arrive at your boyfriend’s house. Unlocking the front door with the key he’d given you, you head straight for his bedroom. His bathroom door is ajar, the sound of water hitting tile reverberating from inside. You shake your head, amused, when you see Steve’s discarded clothes and Family Video vest on the floor, mere inches away from his hamper.

The rest of his room is spotless and smells clean, like laundry detergent. That’s your giveaway to how he’s doing, apparently so tired he couldn’t even put his dirty clothes away.

He worked late tonight and so did you. You were eager to change and come over to see your boyfriend, after a busy week of time apart.

Despite the fact that you already swapped your work clothes for comfy ones, you yank open a drawer in Steve’s dresser, grabbing your favorite sweats of his and a t-shirt. The material fits softly against your skin, the familiar scent of your boyfriend wafting up in a cloud of comfort.

You’re under the covers, cheek pressed to Steve’s pillow, when he finally exits the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

“You take long showers.” You tease.

“I had to pretty myself up for you.” He grins. “You should’ve come in and joined me.”

“You’re always pretty.” You argue, sitting up in his bed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more. C’mere.” Despite his command, he comes to you, tugging you into his embrace. Your arms swing around his neck, your chin sliding over the top of his shoulder. His wet hair drips down the back of your shirt, but you just move closer, settling yourself into his lap.

You just sit for a minute, then a few, enjoying the quiet and each other’s presence. His bare skin is smooth under your fingertips as you drag them up and down his back, feeling him shiver against your touch.

“Baby,” He murmurs softly, lips at your hairline. “Let me get up and change so we can get in bed, yeah?”

You nod, sliding off of him.

He’s rifling through his dresser drawer when you look at your discarded purse on the floor and remember.

“I got you something.” You say, smiling when his head snaps around to look at you.

“You got me something?” He wonders, disbelieving.

“Yup.” You hop off his bed to grab your purse, pulling something out and hiding it behind your back. You wait patiently while Steve slides on boxers and a t-shirt, before giggling softly, flopping backwards onto the bed.

He’s hovering over you in a second, desperate to be close.

“Hold on,” You breathe, sitting up, his face in your neck. “Steve,” You whine.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, pulling away from your skin and looking up at you, soft doe eyes sparkling in the lamplight of his room. “You smell so good.”

You move your arm from behind your back, flexing your cramped wrist, and brandishing a small teddy bear in front of your boyfriend.

“You got me a teddy bear?” He wonders fondly, grabbing it gently. You nod, suddenly shy, warmth flooding your face.

He looks up, concerned, lips set in a pout. “But I didn’t get you anything.”

“You always get me things,” You smile, rolling your eyes playfully. “And besides this is just a little gift, to cuddle with when I’m not here…” You trail off quietly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

“Thank you babydoll,” He grins, ducking his head, flustered and blushing. “I love it.”

You grin, heart beating wildly in your chest. “I sprayed it with my perfume too.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins. “And here I was thinking it was you that smelled that good.”

“I do smell good!” You retort. “But you always miss me when I’m not here, loverboy,” You explain, fondness tracing your tone. Steve’s heart flips when you call him that, affection swirling in his stomach at your words.

“Of course, I miss you,” He smirks, setting the bear aside and lunging for you, laying on top of your body. “Always miss my fuckin’ girl,” He groans, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Want you in my bed every single night.”

A breathy laugh floats from your lips, fingers curling in Steve’s hair as he kisses down your throat.

“Thank you for the bear,” He murmurs against your skin, lips at your clavicle. “I love you.”

“More than beary?” You wonder sweetly, mentioning the name that was cursive-inscribed on the tag, grinning wildly.

“A lot more than beary,” He smiles, pulling up to give you a proper kiss. “And I do love him.”

“I love you too.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[rinnierot]

Hi so my request was scare actor!Suna x fem reader who is going to a haunted house for the first time and they are only not scared for some reason when a certain scare actor starts protecting her from the other scare actors all the while wondering what reader would look like under him

SCREAM ft. suna rintarou

— cw: public sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), orgasm denial bc suna just loves you sm, established relationship with suna, couldn’t be bothered with stranger fuking, i think thats it, nothing crazy at all.

— a/n: i am deeply disappointed in how horrible this came out, i was having serious problems with the plot and this was as good as i could get it (insert sad face). also consider this a late halloween treat, couldn’t get it out on time due to personal issues. i apologize, but enjoy this short mess of a drabble? idek what id call it.

“let’s show everyone how loud you scream for just me, ok?”

suna lazily grinned at you as you stared up at him with pure lust driven eyes, nodding pathetically as he claimed you on a prop surgical table in the middle of a haunted house.

your boyfriend wasn’t one for public sex, but something about your seductive halloween costume you were wearing that night, and the way you were screaming for other scare actors that weren’t him, really got him going.

the mandatory clown paint he had to wear for his temporary scare actor gig, was slowly running off his face from the sweat that collected at the top of his forehead. making him appear so much sexier while his cock bullied your needy pussy.

his thrusts were quick but so sensual and deep, every pump making your toes curl and your breath hitch as you let out incoherent babbles and slurred curses.

you helplessly rutted yourself against his hips, nonverbally begging for more, deeper, and harder but he only slowed down. his large calloused hand resting on your hip while the other pulled himself out of your tight cunt, leaving you spasming around nothing as his hand trailed down your smooth thighs, soon to the side of him as he was now eye to eye with your pussy.

“don’t hold back m’kay? wanna hear all those pretty noises.” he smirked before leaning in closer to your heat, his lips lightly brushing over your clit before wrapping around the bud carefully.

your back arched against the cold metal as your cunt tightened, suna reached up to cup one of your tits, his free hand made its way up to your pussy as his middle finger gently slid into your hole that was practically dripping from his cock earlier.

his tounge glided over every fold, sending you into a pure euphoric state, he really was good at eating pussy. and he knows it too. you can tell by the cocky smile he shoots you when you finally scream out his name, the stimulation really sending you over the edge you wanna cum so bad, but just as you felt your stomach tighten, his tongue comes to a halt.

suna stands, not taking his eyes off of your sloppy wet pussy, glistening from his saliva. he knows how bad he wants to taste all your juices and really have you scream for him, but he just wants to save that for the bed room. when he can really make you scream.

i mean why let his co-workers enjoy your voice that much?

“that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet baby.” his intoxicating eyes travel up every part of your body to meet with your eyes pricking with tears from the sudden denial.

you were deeply confused.

“don’t cry, i promise we’ll finish this all at home. then you can be as loud as you’d like.”

maybe it was a blessing in disguise that suna stopped when he did, you both turn your heads towards the footsteps nearing the hallway you were in. assuming it’d be an actor or a customer, you weren’t sticking around to find out.

[hughes-hischier]

The Climb - Jack Hughes

Based on the song “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus

Not everything is going to be easy and perfect.

“There’s always gonna be another mountain. I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.”

“Jack not everything is going to be easy. You just have to keep pushing.” You try to explain to your boyfriend.

“But it’s so stupid. I don’t understand what I could’ve done so wrong that it keeps happening. I’m just trying to play hockey Y/N. That’s all I wanted to do. All they keep calling me is a pretty boy hockey guy who can’t even play but they won’t even give me a chance to show them what I can do.” Jack goes on. You keep listening to him and nodding your head every now and than so he knows you’re listening.

“Love, not everything is going to be easy. There’s things that may come easy for some people and hard for the others. You just have to keep pushing. Not everything is going to be perfect and that’s okay. Jack you’re trying your best and that’s all that matters. If they can’t see that. It’s their fault. You aren’t just a pretty boy Jack. You’re more than that. The people who actually pay attention to you knows that.” Jack smiles while gently holding your hand.

“I just wish they would give me a chance, you know? I’m more than my appearance.”

“I know Jack. Come on, let’s get to bed. You had a rough night.” Jack follows you into the room and lays down in the bed and cuddles up to you. As you both lay there, you play with his hair as he relaxes and starts to fall asleep. He grabs one of your hands gently and falls asleep on your chest.

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While listening to The Climb it made me think of Jacks rookie year so I thought to write this ok bye

Also Kendra seen this first bc I trust her enough to tell me when something sucks but go check out her writing bc she’s amazeballs @jeromes-scars

[untilautumn]

Do a Steve Harrington smut in the back of scoops ahoy where robin has to cover for you guys :)

I'll give it a go :)

here ya go love <3

Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

A/N- This is my first writing work so it's honestly pretty shitty and needs some work. I would LOVE to hear feedback and any constructive criticism-emphasis on constructive bc i'm sensitive so be nice, ty :)

Summary-You help Steve feel better after a long day of work and a fight with his parents

Warnings-SMUT, little bit of sad Steve and one tired af Robin, mini covo about shitty parent-child relationship 😒, very impatient reader

You walk through the Scoops Ahoy doorway in search of your boyfriend. As you make your way over to the counter you notice that Robin looks a little frazzled. She looked like a shell of her usual self. She was hunched over the counter, beads of sweat sliding down her forehead, hair sticking to the sides of her face taking slow and deep breaths trying to ground herself.

"Hey Robin.....long day? You look like you just got ran over by a truck......or two."

"Yeah, uh the boss just fired 4 people because she caught them all smoking weed in the bathroom." Robin breathes out with a slight chuckle at the end. "Right now it's pretty much just Steve and I working, besides this one really old woman who is pretty much on her fucking death bed." Robin huffs out, rubbing circles on her temples.

"Jesus Robin, maybe you should take a damn break, how long have you been here?"

"Since uhhh" She twists her body around to read the clock hanging on the wall. "Since around 6."

"Well where the hell is Steve?" Her face falls slightly at the mention of his name.

"He's uhh, he's in the break room, he's pretty beat too. But luckily in the past 20 minutes or so things have finally died down. I've just had a lot of cleaning to do. You should go back for a few and try to cheer him up, he's been in a pretty shitty mood today. I can cover up here for a bit."

"Alright I'll go check on him, but if you need help out here yell back and I'll send him out." You smile at her before turning on your heel, heading for the break room.

You slowly push open the door, peering your head in inch by inch.

"Steve?" you softly say. "Baby, are you in here?"

Turning the corner you finally see him. His limbs are sprawled out as he lay on his back on the disgusting old tile of break room floor, his arms covering his eyes. You walk over to him immediately, kneeling beside his body.

"Hey, what's wrong love? Robin told me you weren't doing so hot today." You say, gently removing his hand from his face to hold it in your own, caressing his warm skin with your thumb.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to call today, I've just been super busy at the store and I had a huge fight with my parents this morning, i-i-it's fine i'm just uh...i'm just taking a minute." He reaches up with his opposite hand, dragging it down his face, exhaling a large puff of air.

His voice sounded slightly hoarse, you assume from the yelling and arguing with his parents. You knew Steve had issues with his parents, he never kept his family dynamic a secret from you. But anytime something happens with them it never fails to send a sharp pain in your chest at the thought of Steve being unhappy. Though it doesn't happen often, when Steve fights with his parents (usually his father) he goes dark. Not wanting to talk or be around anyone for days on end.

But since you two started dating he's turned to you to lift his spirits. He always tells you how much you help him feel better whenever he's going through something.

Rising to stand, you reach for Steve's other hand, pulling him to his feet. "I'm so sorry love, I know how they can be. what were you guys fighting about this time?" you ask, gazing into his deep, carmel brown eyes, a soft frown settling over your features. "Ahh just college bullshit, none of it matters anyways. I'm much better now that you're here." He sighs, pulling your left hand to his lips, placing a few soft kisses on your knuckles.

Steve's Dad has always had high expectations for Steve, though rarely being home when he does take the occasional pit stop at the Harrington house it's never for long and it's never good for Steve.

"It does matter Steve, everything about you matters. Your problems are my problems too, if you need to talk about it i'm always willing to listen."

"I know baby and I always appreciate when you let me talk, but right now i'm so sick of thinking about it, I just want to be here with you. I want you to be the only thing on my mind."

"My beautiful..."

He brings both his hands to the sides of your face, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Caring..."

then a kiss to your cheek.

"Insanely sexy, girlfriend."

Tilting your head up with his hands, placing a final slow kiss to your lips.

Moving your arms to rest on his shoulders, you feel them relax more and more the longer his lips remain on yours. After a few seconds he pulls away smiling.

*I guess I really do make him feel better.*

The thought brings a blush to your face.

"Oh shut up Harrington, you're just trying to get in my pants." You joke with a giggle.

"And if I am?" Steve retorts. Eyes challenging your next words.

You pause, trying to gauge your next move.

"And if you are........I'd be very willing to help you relieve some stress." You say, the right corner of your lips slowly turning upwards into a small smirk.

Steve's breath hitches, lips parting slightly, hot air fanning your face being clearly affected by your words. You pick up on his irregular breathing and decide to take it a step farther with a phrase you know will REALLY get him going.

You slowly move your head to the side of his head until your lips are brushing his ear.

"I want you to use me Steve." you whisper in a sultry tone, sending a chill down Steve's spine.

Almost immediately after finishing your sentence, Steve's hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your lips to crash into his. He inhales deeply through his nose when you both collide. Lips fitting together like a puzzle piece, pulling away momentarily before fitting together again from a new angle. Lips sliding over each other in a sort of dance.

You moan into Steve's mouth when he moves his hand from the back of your neck, sliding both hands down to grip your ass. He uses your moan as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.

"Steve" you whine out.

"What Y/n? What's wrong baby?" stopping immediately, looking over your face worriedly. Scanning for any discomfort or pain.

"I'm fine, I just don't want Robin to walk in on this, let alone hear this shit. It'll scar her for life, she'll never be able to look me in the eye again."

"Y/n....I could give a shit about Robin or anyone else right now. I just need you.....Please baby?"

You take a step back from him and start towards the door.

"Y/n?" "We don't have to Y/n, I'm sorry we c-"

His worries cut off by the sound of the lock clicking. You turn to face him, trying not to smile.

"Oh-" "I mean yeah I knew you weren't gonna walk out on me, I just-"

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." You state harshly, pulling your top off.

He stands staring at your exposed chest for a few seconds.

"Yea- um yeah I, absolutely I was ju-"

Steve's babbling was cut short by your lips reattaching to his. Only this kiss was hotter. Tongues clashing immediately, breath hot and heavy. Steve's arms scoops you up, slamming you to sit onto the break room table, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your arms reach up to rest around his neck. His mouth finds it's place back on yours, hands sliding down the outer part of your exposed thigh, massaging the skin while moving his lips to your neck. Biting and sucking on the spot under your ear that he knows you particularly enjoy, causing you to let out a soft groan. His fingers inch their way closer and closer the where you need his touch most, skirt being pushed up your waist in the process. His thumb grazes your aching clit through your panties this time an loud moan escapes your agape mouth.

Steve's hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth. "You have to be quiet baby, you're gonna get us caught and I've barely even touched you yet."

His fingers curl around the waist band of your lace panties, ever so slowly dragging them down your thighs. Kissing down your leg, falling to his knees when he gets down your calves.

Finally pulling your panties all the way down, he tosses them over his shoulder, not paying attention to where they land. He grabs your legs placing them gently over his broad shoulders, gaze rolling down your body, admiring the position he has you in. Your patience runs thin watching him just stare at you while you're practically dripping onto the floor with anticipation.

"Steve, just touch me already or I will."

He immediately obliges, thumb making full contact with your clit as he begins rubbing small ,slow circles. Your head falls back, biting down on your lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure, a quiet groan still slipping through.

"You like that baby?" Steve whispers, hot breath fanning your pussy. Eyes gazing into yours.

"Fu-fucking hell, Yes!" You barely manage to push out.

His thumb removes from your clit, middle finger trailing down to slowly push into you. Tongue replacing where his thumb was, he gets to work. He alternates between licking and sucking on your clit, finger pumping in and out of you, slowly adding in another finger. His unoccupied hand reached up to pull the cup of your bra down, gripping your tit. Gently pinching and twisting your nipple before sliding his hand back down your stomach.

"Steve" you mutter.

"What baby? whats wrong?" He halts his movements, worrying he did something wrong.

"NO, no don't fucking stop, I need more."

"What do you need from me baby?"

"I need to feel you." You pause, taking a few deep breaths.

"I need you inside of me."

He grips the top of your thighs, using them to push to his feet. Your thighs part for him to stand between them, legs hooking around his back. His lips went back on yours only for a moment before he pulls away, forehead resting against yours.

"I gotcha baby, i'm gonna make you feel good."

He pecks you once more before reaching for your skirt. You grip his shoulders so you can lift your hips, helping him to slide the skirt off your body. Your lips reattach, his tongue sliding in between your lips. He simultaneously reaches around your back to unclasp your bra with one hand, letting your bra fall onto the table beside you. You reach out, pulling his scoops ahoy uniform shorts down his legs. He kicks them off his feet and pulls his dick out of his grey boxers.

You could see just how hard Steve was. Veins bulging out, tip leaking. You wanted it in your mouth so bad. But you wanted it inside of you even more.

You stared him in the eyes as you licked up your palm, hand reaching to grip his cock. Steve lets out a loud groan at the contact. Your thumb swirls around his tip, spreading his pre cum. You pump his dick slowly before rubbing his tip through your folds. His hand grips your wrist, taking himself in his hand. Your hands grip his shoulders in preparation of what's to come.

"You ready baby?"

You softly nod your head yes. Upon your signal he licks his lips before slowly pushing into your body, both moaning out at the sensation. He hold still for a minute allowing your body to adjust to his size. You give him a nod to let him know that he can start moving.

He pulls out of you until he's almost all the way out before gliding back in. Even from the first stroke your mind is sent into a spiral. His thrusts gradually increase in speed, hips rolling into yours, pelvis rubbing your clit with each movement.

Your moans fill the room despite your best efforts, as he works you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You're were both so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't hear Robins voice through the frosted glass window. But then it hits you...Robin's calling for Steve's help.

"Hey guys, quit fucking around and get out here, It's getting busy again!"

Shit.

You look worriedly into Steve's eyes. His hips never faultering.

"Uh, Yeah! I'll be- I'll be out in a second Robin!"

"Steve stop, Robin n- Mmm, Robin needs help out there."

"I could give a shit about Robin, I'll help her after you cum." He says softly between thrusts.

His hips pick up speed, the table about to tip over from how hard he's fucking into you. He lifts your right leg over his hip, the new angle allowing him to hit deeper inside of you causing you to nearly scream out.

One hand covers you mouth, the other gripping for dear life onto Steve's bicep. You slip the hand from Steve's arm to make fast, hard circles on your clit.

A moment later you're both on cloud 9. Both of your loud moans fill the air. Lips clashing in an attempt to quiet your moans, but you knew that Robin had to have heard that.

You both sit there trying to catch your breath. Steve slowly pulls out of you, reaching to grab a tissue to clean you up.

"That was so fucking hot." You laugh out, slipping your panties and skirt back on.

"I know." Steve smiles. "I love you so much."

"Hmm, I love you more handsome." You beam up at him.

Once you're both dressed, you make way toward the door. Stopping Steve just before he can push it open, you pull him into a final sweet kiss.

You finally break out of you bubble, pushing open the doors to see Robin running around scooping ice cream and throwing toppings around frantically. She notices your presence and turns to glare at you two.

"You know you guys weren't discrete at fucking all right!? Steve you owe me so much."

"Yeah, yeah I know. Sorry."

He turns to say goodbye to you.

"Hey, I'll see you later yeah?"

"Of course, baby." You say before turning your head to whisper in his ear.

"By the way, your shorts are on backwards."

[familyvideostevie]

Can you write about a reader being a dice goblin. after the reader and eddie had a huge argument and he apologises to reader with some pretty dice.

thank you for the request! i did some googling bc i don't play ttrpg, so i hope this makes sense! let me know <3 | 0.9k, fem!reader, fluff after a fight

The dice click in your hand as you turn them over in your fingers. You've almost finished organizing your collection, an effort that you began to keep your mind off of the fact that you haven't spoken to Eddie in four days. Honestly, you don't even remember what you were so mad about, or how the fight started, only that it ended in tears and he dropped you off and drove away and neither of you have cracked yet. But you know that even though you were angry and you know it was a real fight, you figure if you can't recall what caused it then it shouldn't keep you apart.

Plus, you miss him. You miss his voice, his smell, his hugs. You miss talking games with him, planning campaigns, just looking at him. So, you decide enough is enough. It's time to see your boyfriend. You return your seemingly endless number of pouches of dice to your desk drawer and set off for his trailer. The sun has just started to set and it's not a far walk, though you could use the time to figure out what you're going to say.

Your shoes have just started to crunch on the gravel of his part of the park when the door to Eddie's trailer flies open. Eddie himself stumbles out, running his hands through his hair and muttering something and checking all of his pockets like he's carrying precious cargo somewhere. He looks as exhausted as you feel. He makes his way to his van and he's so distracted you don't know if he'll see you, so you call his name.

"Eddie," you say, though it comes out softer than you'd like. Even so, he looks up sharply and catches sight of you, blinking like he can't believe what he's seeing.

"Sweetheart?" he says. "Is that you?"

"Course it is." You frown, a little confused that he's even asking. God, you just want to touch him. He looks at his van and then back at you.

"It's just...I was on my way to see you and here you are." His cheek twitches like he wants to smile but doesn't know if he's allowed to.

"Magic," you tease, giving him a small smile of your own.

"Magic," he agrees. He shoves his hands into his vest pockets do he doesn't reach for you. That won't do.

"Can we hug?" you blurt out. Eddie exhales with his whole body before you meet in the middle and he engulfs you in his arms. You slide your hands around him under his vest and breathe that scent you've missed so much. Detergent, cigarettes, a little bit of weed. Why did you stay away for so long?

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby --"

"I don't even remember what we fought about --"

"-- I almost called you every day this week, like every hour --"

"--but I'm sorry for avoiding you --"

"I love you," you say at the same time. You pull away from him just a little and he looks so relieved that you both burst into laughter.

"Why were you coming to see me?" you ask him. He hasn't totally let go of you, so your words are directed at his jaw more than anything else.

"Was gonna apologize," he says. "And uh, give you something."

"Oh?" You can't stop smiling, your eyes crinkling at the edges. You feel so much better with Eddie close to you.

"Yeah." He flushes. "Wanna see?" You nod. Eddie has never failed to make you feel special, picking up trinkets he thinks you'll like, or just giving you his own stuff. You always tell him you'd be happy with just you, baby, but he never listens. He pulls one arm back from around you and digs into his jean pocket, producing a black velvet pouch.

"Eddie," you gasp, "are those--"

"Dice? Course they are. Pretty dice for my pretty girl." You hold out your hand and he cups it with his own, gently pouring the contents of the pouch into your palm.

"I know you already have lots of sets, so if you have one like this already let me know --" You gasp when you see them.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" you squeal. They're purple but in a way where they look like small crystals shimmering in your hand as you roll them around. The numbers are gold and they glow like there's a tiny ember in the center of each one. They are the prettiest dice you've ever seen.

"Reminded me of you," he says softly. You look at him, faces still close enough that you can feel his breath.

"They're beautiful," you say. "My new favorites." You surge forward and plant a short, happy kiss on his mouth. He whines when you pull away.

"Worth the fight?" he teases, payback for you not kissing him properly. You just glare. "Kidding! Kidding, honestly. Please can we never do that again?"

"Deal," you assure him. "I really love them, Eddie. Thank you." He kisses your forehead, rubbing your back with one hand.

"Shall we take them for a spin?" You nod, happy to do anything so long as you're with him while you do it. He tucks his palm into your back pocket and pulls you into his side before leading you back to his trailer.

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[onlyseokmins]

Hi, hello. Nice to meet you. You've never met me before....ever.

Don't ask questions.

You don't know me.

But I would like to talk about like ice play with one Lee Seokmin.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni), established relationship!au, fluff ig

Warnings: *sighs* ice play lol, oral (m&f), swearing, soft!dom seok ig cuz i'm weak, as usual lmk if I missed smth bc i'm stupid

WC: 1.5k

A/N: this has been haunting me but it's finally done it's a lil messy sorry (not in a good way) but I plan to finish it's so-called "prequel" pretty soon :3 also thank you anon, yes, no idea who you could possibly be hehehe also this is basically unedited sorry fskdfjs will fix it when i wake up

You're never listening to Kim Mingyu. Ever again.

Who knew what seemed like a harmless prank initiated by your (former) best friend would end up biting you in the ass hours later? Well… Seokmin hadn't bitten your ass… yet… but at this point, nothing would surprise you. 

The headboard of your shared bed might break with how tight you were gripping it, jaw clenched as you glared daggers at the wall. Your boyfriend giggles beneath you.

"Sit down, love."

A shiver crawls up your back, not just from the affectionate term, but the chill of his fingers tickling your thighs as he trails feather-light touches up and down them. You're slightly shaking from the exertion of hovering above his smug face plus the man's prior ministrations. Despite being a pussy-eating-pro (for whatever cursed/blessed reason the universe decided to bestow this skill to him), you had yet to directly sit upon his face for such an activity.

It was scary for many reasons. Yet somehow here you are, sweet-talked by your menace of a boyfriend into this precarious position. You were still unsure about the whole deal and even more so with that ice cube Seokmin's playing with on his tongue. How he managed to convince you that this was a good idea was beyond you.

You let out a whine, pout on full display. He finds it adorable.

"Hurry up, babe, it's gonna melt."

Cold hands settle on your hips to try and gently urge you down, but it only makes you whine even louder. He has the audacity to laugh, and you have half a mind to just shut him up then and there.    

While you were (slightly) worried about suffocating this dumb man, your main gripe was the unfamiliar coldness. Even when the heat is sweltering outside, you savored Seokmin's consistent warmth. It was as distinctly a part of him as his sweet demeanor — and now with both of those seemingly gone, you were acting much brattier than you ever would.

"What did Mingyu do with my boyfriend?" You hissed out and the grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly. Bingo. "I want him back."

"Mentioning another man when I'm literally about to blow your mind?"

"This is all his fault. And it's not like you've done anything yet."

 "You really want to do this, love?"    

It's a double-sided question. He knows the gears are turning in that pretty little head of yours, can see how you bite your lip to hold back another needy whine when his thumbs slowly move down to draw circles on your inner thighs. His gaze follows the patterns of goosebumps decorating the skin around your perky nipples all the way down to your fluttering entrance above him.

You can hear the ice cube clink against his teeth as he licks his lips. You're leaking. Surprised your wetness hadn't dripped on his face already. Seokmin knows your body too well, what makes you tingle the best before even reaching that height of ecstasy. Sometimes you find the man's insane instincts a little too unfair but it's always for your benefit, in the end, and you trust him entirely.

Because even with the teasing look in his eyes, you can see his concern in the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, searching your own gaze for even the tiniest doubt. You think it's kind of pathetic how your heart melts at his constant gentleness and attentiveness — the calm before the storm — because you know he's waiting for an answer.

You meekly nod, brushing a stray hair from his forehead, and he hums.

"That's not an answer, silly baby. Funny how you listen right away to Gyu when he tells you to slip an ice cube down my pants but can't even answer my simple question…" The grip on your thighs is now bruising, holding you up and not allowing you to move an inch. "Yes. Or. No?"

The "yes" on your lips turns into an unflattering squeal when he rasps out "c'mere baby" and flat out drops you on his face. Your entire figure lurches forward at the searing coldness, teased right along with Seokmin's warm tongue. You're kind of uncertain if you've cum already, one hand tangled in your boyfriend's hair and the other squeezing the sheets beside him.

It's truly a mind-blowing sensation as he quite literally makes out with your cunt and the ice cube rapidly melts as he pushes it in and sucks it back out. Your hips rock slightly on their own accord, and you shiver when your clit brushes against his perfectly shaped nose. Only to widen your eyes and freeze when Seokmin groans the loudest he ever has (and he's pretty darn loud).

It's torture to lift your hips slightly up and off of him out of concern, swallowing hard at the absolute mess of wetness covering his chin and mouth, how lidded his eyes are from how fucked out he is. Entire body flushing at how much he was enjoying this. Moaning when he just pushes you back down on his tongue, mumbling how good you taste and encouraging you to grind and use him. Cold fingers playing with clit.

Seokmin's absolutely entranced. It's a good thing that he's a foreplay kind of man. A giving giver. Getting you as wet as possible (it helps his entry — let's be real) before he actually fucks you boosts his ego more than you think. And right now, it's an utter mess. And he loves it. The melted remnants of the ice cube mix with your juices and he figures if he's gonna drown and die this way, there would be zero complaints.

He knows you're close though and ever so generously wants to aid you. Fumbling for the trashy red solo cup he stole from Mingyu's party, it's your fingers that grab onto the frozen cube of water first.

It's with great effort that you swing your legs over to collapse beside him and now it's his turn to whine and protest. You shush him up when you manage to collect your bearings and reach for the zipper on his jeans.

"Oh, no. Baby, please don't do this to me."

You wickedly grin as you pull out his red, hard cock. "Aw, but it looks like someone needs to cool down a bit themself."

Seokmin has the same look you had before, jaw clenched with a glare that would probably scare absolutely no one but it's not like he's going to stop you and it's your turn to giggle. So, you gently trail an ice cube down the crevices of his abs as he grunts. By the time you're wrapping your hand around his length and gliding the ice cube with your tongue along the underside, he's full-on moaning his pretty sounds for you. 

Alternating between kitten licks and wrist jerks, it isn't long before your boyfriend's pulling you up and crashing your lips together in a frenzied kiss. Both of you taste like the other in a delectable way. 

"Wanna cum in you," he growls and you whisper an "okay" as you kiss the freckle on his jawline.

He managed to steal the sliver of ice from you before in the tangle of tongues exchange, crunching on it with a smug smile.

"Not a bad idea, huh?"

"Yeah, Mingyu's idea wasn't too bad after all."

Seokmin knows you're only doing this to egg him on and he's so whipped he obviously gives you the satisfaction. It's not even three seconds later before he's deep inside you. But just because you're the one on top doesn't mean a thing. He's fully controlling the pace, hands keeping your hips still as he thrusts up into you or running the remaining ice cubes around your nipples only for his tongue to follow to "keep you dry".

It doesn't take you long to come undone, teeth digging into his shoulder as you do indeed cum the hardest you ever had. Seokmin's not far behind, having been hard for probably hours by now. You lay on the damp bedsheets, something you'll have to change once you catch your breath. For now, you snuggle into your boyfriend's warm arms.

"Too much?" He chuckles and you shake your head.

"No. But let's not do that for a bit. I prefer your warmth instead."

"Is that so?" He gazes at you with so much affection when you nuzzle his chest that his next words make you roll your eyes. "Then a shower for round two?"

"At least let me rest!"

"You don't have to do a thing, baby, I'll take care of you."

You don't fall for his innocent act when he kisses your forehead. It's a good thing because the shower session is just as, if not more, intense — the both of you struggling not to crack your heads open. But! It's true Seokmin always takes care of you, drying your hair off with a fond smile as you do the same.

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Please Don’t Leave Me

A/N: im v nervous to post this bc it’s my first time writing in a very long time and it’s dark but this idea has been plaguing me for weeks !!! And I just had to write it. I’m so sorry..

Warnings: s4 vol 2 spoilers, some canon divergence, pet names (princess, baby, pretty boy), swearing, angst, details of death, death, eddie x reader, established relationship, fem!reader

This is a Henderson sister!reader and Eddie x Reader fic

You, Dustin and Eddie bolt from the top of the trailer as the demobats rain down from above. Eddie holds the door for you and Dustin to follow behind him before slamming it shut.

“That.. was so.. METAL.” Dustin all but shrieks. The three of you jump around and laugh. Your mind replaying what just happened.

The three of you were on top of the trailer. Eddie had his guitar in hand, readying himself to play to distract the demobats and lure them from the Creel house for Nancy, Steve and Robin to get in and destroy Vecna. At this point you were just waiting for the signal.

“Munson,” you say softly. Eddie jumps at the sound before smiling.

“Yes princess?” He says swinging his guitar around to rest on his back, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” you say with a frown. “I’m…” you trail off.

Eddie don’t need you to finish. It’s written all over your face, hangs in the air like a thick tension. “I know baby,” he responds softly. “I’m terrified too.”

You lean your head towards him and he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Sighing, you pull your head back to look into his soft beautiful brown eyes.

“I-“ you begin, your voice wavering and tears beginning to form. “What if something happens? What… what if we don’t make it in time?”

He takes your face gently in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. He smiles softly at you when he pulls away.

“We can do this. We may not be heroes like Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, but we make kick ass support.”

You giggle at his joke.

“There’s the sound I love most,” he says. Eddie pulls your face towards his again and places another kiss on your lips, this one filled with more passion, more hunger.

“I love you,” you say to him.

“And I love you.”

Dustin reappears and groans. “Get a room, Munson. That’s my sister.”

Eddie flips him off and kisses you quickly again before moving to take his place near one of the amps. You sit next to Dustin nearby, leg bouncing impatiently.

“It’s time,” Dustin calls to your boyfriend. Eddie takes his guitar from his back and readies it. Dustin plugs the cord connected to Eddie’s guitar into the amp next to him.

Eddie flashes you his heartbreaking smile, kisses the pick around his neck and pays homage to your friend Chrissy, who’d already fallen prey to Vecna’s attack.

A rattling against the grates brings you back to reality. You reach for Dustin and push him behind you as you and Eddie move to protect him, shields and spears raised. The grate busts and you can see the demobats trying to claw their way into the trailer.

Eddie reacts and shoves the shield up to the ceiling to cover the hole. The three of you sigh with relief but it’s short lived.

“Eddie, the one in the bedroom!” You gasp, remembering the second grate in the trailer. The three of you rush to the back of the Munson home and realize you’re too late. The demobats pour through and begin flying all around.

“Go, go, go,” Eddie shouts, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

“We have to get back to the other side,” you yell over the noise from the bedroom. “Dustin, you first!”

He tries to protest but you glare at him. “Dustin please, go!”

He huffs at you and climbs up the makeshift rope connecting the upside down and your reality. He lands on the mattress on the other side with a grunt.

You grab the rope, ready to climb to safety but you take a glance back at Eddie, but get the sense that something’s wrong with him.

“Eddie..” you question.

“Princess go, we don’t have the time,” he pleads, with you. He pushes you up slightly. You pause a moment more before you hear the door splintering.

Demobats start poking out of the broken wood and you gasp. Dropping back to the ground, you take advantage of Eddie’s shock and shove him into the bathroom and push a chair under the handle before you grip the spear and shield.

He pounds on the door and tries the handle. “Y/N! Open the fucking door! Y/N!!!”

“I can’t do that Eds,” you call to him.

“Y/N!”

You can hear Dustin screaming at you from above.

“I love you Dusty. Be good for mom.” You say, before you cut the rope and run out of the trailer, Dustin and Eddie’s screaming echoing in your ears.

——————

The demobats have you in their sights. You hopped on one of the bikes and had tried riding away, fatigue getting the best of you before you made it too far. You stand and face the swirling mob in front of you.

The only thought in your head was to save Eddie and Dustin, your safety be damned. You only hoped Nancy, Steve and Robin could get Vecna in time.

“Come on,” you scream, banging the spear and shield together. “Come get me you bastards.”

The snarling and screeching from the demobats grow louder as they make their dives towards you.

You hold the shield up as the first few make it to you. Shrieks falling as the bats hit your shield and slam into the ground. The force of them pushes you back a few inches.

At that moment you feel claws along your shoulder and the pain cause you to drop the shield. It clatters to the ground amongst the bodies of the creatures and you turn and run farther away.

You come to a stand still, having no where to go as the grotesque creatures are swarmed around you, circling in a tornado of flesh and screeching. You’re trapped, unsure of what to do, armed only with a spear now.

You take a shaky breath in. Of all the stupid things you’ve done, this was by far the dumbest, but you wouldn’t have done it any other way.

Saving the two most important people in your life was well worth whatever you were about to face.

The bats go silent for a moment, pulling you from your thoughts. It lasts a split second before they are diving at you again. You manage to hit the first few but a long tail wraps around your neck and throws you to the ground. The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel claws and teeth digging into your flesh.

You cry out in pain, begging and pleading as the tail around your neck tightens and you find it harder and harder to breathe. Your vision is blurry from lack of oxygen and the tears that have sprung up. More teeth and claws dig into your abdomen, you can feel the chunks being ripped away.

And then suddenly it stops. Everything is quiet. Hundreds of the demobats drop to the ground, their bodies creating a wave of thuds around you. When they still you can hear faint yelling, growing closer and closer to you.

A choked sob can be heard directly above you now and you weakly open your eyes.

“There’s my pretty boy,” you say with a smile, coughing.

“Oh god, f-fuck you’re still a-alive,” Eddie gasps out. He pulls your head into his lap. “Hen-Henderson, we have to- we have to stop the bleeding.”

Dustin lands on his knees with a thud next to you, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N?”

“Mmm, hey Dusty.”

“Why would you- why did you do that?!” He questions you, pressing his palms into your side, trying anything to stop you from bleeding out.

You cough again and whine as the pain shoots up your side, feeling like flames whipping across your body. Eddie’s hands are gripping yours so tightly. “M’feelsgood Eds.” You try to reach your arm out to touch his face but it feels like lead. “Had t-t-to save my b-boys.”

Eddie chokes on another sob, one hand reaching to cup your face. “Princess…”

“S’okay Eddie. P-promise.”

The three of you fall silent, the boys working to stop your wounds from bleeding. Eventually the pain fades and you smile weakly.

“M-must be working. Can hardly f-feel it anymore,” you say to your brother and your boyfriend.

“Eddie-“ you hear Dustin say.

“I- we- fucking shit,” he starts cursing under his breath. “Hey Princess? Come on let’s get you up. We- fuck we gotta go.” He wraps his arms under yours and tries hoisting you up from the ground.

“I just mmmm I need a mi- minute, s’kay?”

“Y/N, baby, we don’t have a- a god damn minute. Y-y-“ he can’t finish his thought.

You ponder for a moment. “I- I’m dying huh?”

Eddie and Dustin are silent, tears streaming down their faces.

“Eddie?”

“Ye-yeah Y/N. Y-you’re d-dying.” A strange noise claws it’s way out of Dustin’s chest.

“Mmm m-my b-boys are safe. T-that’s g-good enough for m-me,” you respond softly, coughing again and tasting the blood in your mouth.

“Baby, please don’t leave me. I love you. I- fuck, I need you. Dustin needs you. We all- shit we all need you. I can’t fucking live without you.”

“A-always l-loved a flare f-for the d-drama, huh Munson?” Your breathing starts to slow down, Eddie and Dustin panicking.

“Baby please,” Eddie pleads with you. “Let’s get you out of here, please.”

“Kiss me Munson,” you manage to get out. He hesitates before he nods and slowly leans into you, your lips touching gently. Your head rests back on Eddie’s legs, feeling heavy. “Mmm- I love you. B-both of you.”

You take one more shallow breath in and exhale. “Forever Eddie.”

“Y/N?!” Dustin screams.

“FUCK!” Eddie roars.

You drift off in the arms of the man you love most.

—————

Eddie and Dustin sit in the Henderson home.

“Dustin..” Eddie begins to say. He’s cut off. There’s a screeching noise that comes to a halt outside.

Loud voices of their friends can be heard through the windows and the door busts open. Everyone piles into the living room, groans of pain and talking about what they were going to do next. Something about how Vecna had disappeared and all of Hawkins was littered with portals to the upside down, Eddie wasn’t sure.

“Hey where’s y/n?” Steve says.

Dustin and Eddie are quiet, looking anywhere but at the group.

“Dustin?” Lucas calls softly.

Dustin looks over finally, tears falling from his eyes. “I- she…”

Gasps ring out as Dustin struggles to say something, anything. Steve, Lucas and Max rush to his side.

Robin and Nancy sit down on the couch next to Eddie and Robin grips his hand. “Eddie, it’s- she’s not-“ Robin starts to say.

Eddie pulls away from Robin, standing up and wiping his tears and nose with the back of his hand. “Yeah. She… fuck.. she’s gone.”

Eddie punches the wall and stalks to Y/N’s bedroom where he and Dustin had carried her and laid her peacefully, as if she was simply sleeping. Sobs and cries of distress are heard from the living room as he slams Y/N’s door.

Dragging the chair from Y/N’s vanity over to the bed, Eddie sits down next to her and grips her hand tightly.

He drops his head into his free hand and curses under his breath, tears flowing freely now. He barely registers the door opening behind him but he hears it click shut.

“Please.. just.. please go away.” He pleads with the person who entered the room.

A gasp leaves the persons throat as they see the damage littered across Y/N’s body laying on the soft mattress.

“Eddie,” it’s Robin’s voice he hears. “What… what happened?”

Eddie begins telling Robin everything that led up to the demobats getting into the trailer.

“She fucking..” he continues before he moves his hand away from her body, placing it under his head. Both palms dig into his eye sockets as he tries to fight back the agony within him threatening to break loose. “She pushed me into the fucking bathroom and jammed it with a chair. By the time Dustin…. By the time he made it back through the portal and got me out, it was too late.”

Robin places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and turns him to face her. She pulls him into a hug as he sobs against her. “It- it should’ve… fucking should’ve been me. I should’ve- I should’ve saved her. I- it was like she knew. I had… fuck I was going to buy them more time. It should be me lying there Robin. Not her.” He chokes out, sobs wracking through his body. “She.. I held her as she… god as she- Fuck she’s dead Rob. She’s just..”

“Eddie,” Robin sushes him gently. “You and I both know Y/N was… stubborn as hell. I think she did what she thought was right. She… hell she saved y’all. And…” her voice falters, the sound barely above a whisper now. “I can’t believe she’s gone.”

Eddie’s voice grow louder as he speaks into Robin’s body. “I can’t- I can’t live without her Rob. She’s my everything.” Robin tries her best to soothe him, her own tears falling heavily now.

“I know Eddie. Believe me when I tell you this, but she loved you with everything she had. She- we talked about it often, how much you meant to her, how much she loved you. You’re- from the day you met, Y/N only ever wanted you. You were it.”

Eddie leans back in the chair pulling away from Robin. “She was the only person I ever truly loved. The one who made me feel safe. And I failed her.”

It was quiet between him and Robin for a long time. Eventually, all of Eddie’s tears were spent, but he knew what he had to do.

He stood suddenly, startling Robin.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch once and for all. I’m going to take Vecna down.”

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Outfit that came to me in a dream and needed to be immortalized in art form