#why he do the nose scrunchie

[avocado-writing]

Hi dear! I would like to appreciate your works. I really enjoy everything you wrote, Wish you have a great day! 💗

Since you're taking requests, could you please write Wade with a polite, sweet and delicate partners. He's with a person who's the definition of "Too pure for this world and MUST be PROTECTED at all cost" His partner showers him with love and validation, and always love to listen to him! Thanks! 💓

possibly based on real life events.

Wade Wilson is so in love, it must be sickening to everyone around him. 

In fact he knows it is and he does not care. He’ll say “look at this meme the love of my life sent me!” and the person who he shows will roll their eyes, as if you don’t have incredible taste in cat pictures. He’ll monologue constantly about how cute you are and how much he loves that scrunchy thing you do with your nose. He’s recited committed-to-memory facts about you so many times that his friends can parrot them too. 

“Yes, I know what their favourite film is, I know you took them to a special viewing of it for their birthday. It’s cute, Wade,” says Laura, patting him on the arm condescendingly. Well, it’s not his fault you’re so wonderful! There isn’t a single thing about you that’s not perfect. He’s constantly bowled over about just how much affection he can fit in his body for you. The other night he was going on about something stupid - he can’t even remember what now, maybe it was about the new Taco Bell menu? - and then realised you hadn’t interrupted him once to shut him up like most people would.

You’d looked over the top of your magazine at him when he’d pointed this out, brow cocked.

“Why would I want you to shut up? I like listening to you talk, Wade.”

Marry you. He’s going to marry you. Every day, then divorce you every day too so he can marry you again. 

You are probably too good for him. Most of his social circle thinks so. You’re patient and kind, when you’re not at your job - where you work at a charity adopting out senior animals, as if you could be any more of a fucking angel - you like to spend your time in his shitty little kitchen, baking desserts for him to get home to. He’ll find you getting Al to taste test for you and his apartment full of laughter and joy. 

Man, he’s definitely put on like, six pounds since the two of you started dating. He needs to be stronger in the face of your cupcakes. 

They are really fucking good though. 

He walks in that night with a plushie under his arm. It’s a cow. He remembers you mentioning offhand how cute you thought cows were, so he decided to grab the biggest one the toy store one the way home had just because he knows it’ll make you smile. You don’t need any more stuffed toys; you sleep with them all in the bed and they’re pushing him off the side at this point because of their sheer number but, well, he likes seeing you happy. 

And then he hears sobbing. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks, immediately panicked. Are you injured? Has someone come to hurt you - has he painted a target on your back because of his job? Bile fills his throat as he stumbles forward…

…and there you are, sitting in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in your lap as tears run down your face while the end of the game plays out. Wade has never felt such relief in his life, laughing as the ache of it is taken from his chest. You turn to him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Don’t you laugh at me, Wade Wilson!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But babe… are you crying at the end of Kingdom Hearts?”

“No!” you lie, trying to mop your face off with your sleeve. Then the music hits its crescendo from the crappy speakers and you start wailing all over again. 

He loves you. He’d kill a million billion people for you. It would take a hell of a long time but hey, one word and he’d do it. If anyone even lifted a finger to hurt you he’d execute them so thoroughly that every generation of their family would be wiped out of existence too. 

To put it in terms you’d approve of, he’d do anything for you. But he also knows you’d never ask him to. You’re just that wonderful. 

“… would it help if I got us take-out and you started playing the second one?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to confirm. 

“I could be in this fucking game, beat Donald Duck’s little feathery ass. Disney, make it happen.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pizza or Chinese?”

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[hellfire--cult]

💗 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙧𝙤𝙚'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

For @carolmunson's eddie munson event that you can find here!

Prompt and plot: A romantic night at the trailer that holds a twist at the end of the story that seals the fate and future of you two - filled with fluff, yearning, established relationship and eddie munson shenanigans

a/n: it doesn't really have the stranger things lore, but this is just Eddie, normal goofy Eddie. taggin people here if they are interested to participate @andvys @lofaewrites @taintedcigs

THE BOY IS MINE

You were whistling while moving around in the small kitchen, the water already boiling for the pasta you were going to make for today’s dinner. You were finishing off the cake on the counter, tongue poking out as you squeezed the piping bag to create swirls with the vanilla frosting oozing out. 

It wasn’t the best, but it was something. Tomorrow was Wayne’s birthday after all, and you wanted everything to be perfect when he returns from work in the morning. You finished, not noticing a bit of frosting was on your nose, and you dragged the cake into the fridge. The sounds around Forest Hills were the same as always, someone laughing at a sitcom on the TV, teenagers laughing in the back, but then at one point, the park became silent at night.

It was bliss compared to your life before meeting Eddie.

That comedic charismatic boy back in high school who got on the cafeteria tables to state the most mundane things, catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Fate brought you two together, and you found out he was not… as charismatic as you first believed he was. At least not entirely natural.

But that made you stick to him like glue, and he always reminded you that he couldn’t believe you paid attention to him. That was five years ago, and now, leaving your messy luxurious life behind, you are happily dancing in the kitchen to the sound of Rock the Casbah. At the same time, you throw the pasta in the boiling water and grab the can of prepared marinara sauce so that you can heat it in a pan. 

The door slowly opened and you turned to see Eddie walking in with a tired look on his face, your heart skipped a beat but you decided to keep dancing, turning the sound up. His eyes meet your face and you smile at him and his dimples start to form, his bright teeth shine through, his eyebrows perking up as he rushes towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, swaying his hips with yours, greeting you with a shower of kisses all over your face, successfully cleaning your nose.

“How is my queen doing?” He asked with a huge smile after he left saliva all over your face. His hair was messy, and it was pretty noticeable that he wore your scrunchie at work because of the dents here and there. He had a bit of dirt on his nose so you licked your thumb and softly wiped it away and he hummed in approval.

“Making dinner… How was work?” And at your question, he rolled his head in a circle while groaning loudly. 

“If I have to explain to Eugene how to change oil one more time, I will commit arson darling– Seriously, you will have to help me hide a body with the way things are going.” He sighed while pulling away from you so you could swirl the pasta in the pot and mix a little bit of spices into the sauce. 

“You know I would completely do it, you just tell me when to buy the acid.” A giggle escaped your lips and he smiled while approaching you from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of your exposed neck. You sighed in delight and then you turned your head with a smile on your face, receiving a kiss on the lips from him. Soft, tender, caring, just like he always does with you, your heart soaring towards the roof of the trailer, and if it could, it would go towards the moon.

“This is why I love you.” You gave him another soft peck, turning back towards the food. He kept the kisses, one after the other on the skin of your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your body started to rise in temperature. He always riled you up whenever he could, and now more so than before.

“Eddie, baby, I love you too but if you don’t stop we’re gonna have a problem… and I’m hungry.” You heard him chuckle as he let go of you, going towards the fridge and opening it to gasp in surprise.

“HOLY SHIT! Look at that darling! Wayne is gonna go crazy with this.” He was giddy, doing a little jump in his place and you giggled at his childish act, yet so endearing. Your eyes widened when you saw him already poking his hand in.

“Don’t mess up my frosting! It took a while!” He shook his head with a pout as he closed the fridge’s door, rushing towards you to grab onto your free hand and raise your arm up as he started kissing from wrist to shoulder, making you laugh in your place, wiggling with his touch.

“You are the best thing, a gift from above, how lucky it is I for having thee in my life!” His voice was squeaky, high pitched, yet adorable in every way possible, that comedic side of him that never left him, despite it all. Despite adulthood, despite the hard times the two of you are going through.

“Shut up! Prepare the table and get the fancy glasses my liege.” You joked as he let go of your arm, squinting at you, a soft ‘ha ha’ leaving his mouth.

“I ran out of those, are cups of your interest your majesty?” He mimicked and you straightened up while taking the sauce out of the stove so it wouldn’t overboil.

“I guess I can be flexible. Just for now.” He smiled, reaching out on his cupboards to start preparing the coffee table for your dinner. Your stomach growled and growled in desperate need of substance and you were getting irritated at the damn noodles in the pot that just needed two more minutes. You bent down with a groan as you opened the cabinet under the sink to take the colander out. 

Eddie walked back into the kitchen in two steps and looked into the pot. With a fork he fetched one single noodle out and held it in between his fingers, slamming it against his wall and seeing it stick, a proud smile on his face while you were already glaring at him. The back of the stove is definitely filled with noodles that fell after Eddie’s test.

“What? I checked and they are done!” He gave your forehead a kiss and grabbed the colander out of your hands and put it on the sink. You whined as you looked at your empty hands and back at him.

“I can–” 

“Put the drinks on the table baby.” You sighed and rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge to take the Pepsi and water out. You walked towards the living room and placed the bottles on the coffee table where Eddie already placed two cups and two forks. 

You looked towards your boyfriend who was cursing under his breath while moving the pot with worn-out kitchen gloves towards the colander and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw all the steam engulf him as he strained the noodles. Your boyfriend that sometimes works on weekends in order to make a few more extra dollars. Your boyfriend who stays extra hours for a little more in his paycheck, and all you do is make dinner for him and breakfast for Wayne, making you feel a little… useless. But Eddie wouldn’t let you help with work at all, not for now.

You walked back towards him to prepare the plates filled with pasta, your mouth salivating even more as Eddie did small jumps next to you with excitement. You were laughing at him, handing him his plate as you two walked towards the couch and finally sat down to have your peaceful dinner. 

You devoured your plate in one second almost, and Eddie often told you to slow down with a laugh on his lips as he wiped the sauce off the corners of your mouth. You were smiling as you talked to him about your day, which wasn’t much, but it was something. You met with Robin, bought a few things you needed, bought the ingredients for the cake, and returned home to clean the house. 

“And that is how I want you. Calm, at least for now.” He said with a fond smile as he finished his plate of food, you frowned at him and then looked at your plate and then back at him.

“Eds… Am I getting fat? Like too fat? More than what it should be?” The question was out of nowhere, yet it was always in the back of your mind, nagging like a needle in the middle of your nape. Always finishing your plates at record speed, eating more than usual… His eyebrows went downwards into a frown as he shook his head. 

“What? Don’t say that, you know it’s not even true.” He replied with a soft tone in his voice and a fond look in his eyes that always sparkled whenever he looked at you… even after all these years.

“So, you like me like this?” You asked with a bit of shyness and he wiggled his eyebrows at you in a playful manner, and you already knew that he was going to say something ‘Eddie’.

“Well I prefer no clothes, but this is fine too–” And you threw a cushion up his head, making his head bob to the side, his mop of curls bouncing as he laughed, putting the cushion on his other side before looking back at you again. “I love you baby, in your entirety. I’m yours and always will be.” 

You smiled at him, and your worries vanished in a second, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips, electricity flowing through the both of you as if it were the first time you ever kissed. That kiss that happened after graduation, behind the bleachers, the two of you finally leaving the games behind and falling blindly into one another. 

Eddie pulled away with a big smack of the lips and you giggled at him as you turned to take a sip of your Pepsi while Eddie glanced at the small notebook on the corner of the table. He grinned widely an ‘OH’ escaping his lips, as if he remembered something, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What is that smile for?”

“I almost forgot, damn– Lemme– Cause I was talking to Henderson on the phone at work today cause I had THE BIGGEST idea for next campaign…” He reached out for the notebook and the pen, opening it, a list of names filling the small pages and he went to the very last one and wrote the name down, making you peek, a scrunch of your nose immediately happening on your face with disgust.

“Killiath!? What kind of name is that!?” 

“The name of a warrior babe!” He smiled at you, teeth showing, dimples forming as he pointed at the name he wrote, curls bobbing up and down as he explained with dramatic hands. “It is fantastic, imagine, it’s the perfect name because who would mess with someone named Killiath!?”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, Eds!” You whined at him and he laughed, putting the notebook on the table again. A notebook that is filled with a bunch of names that the two of you have been writing down for the arrival of a new Munson in the family. It wasn’t planned, but not unwelcome. 

Nothing is unwelcome with Eddie and he feels the same about you.

Eddie has been working his ass off since he graduated so he could buy a new place for the two of you, but now he worked even harder with the extra hours and shifts to reach that goal before the baby is born… and he is extremely close.

“It can be neutral! Killiath sounds pretty badass, you can’t deny that.” You giggled at his childishness, shaking your head at him.

“Did Dustin talk you into this?” 

“You know, Harrington asked me the same thing. I don’t know what’s wrong with Killiath.”

You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, but a fond smile of pure happiness was on your lips. The trailer was already a bit messy with all the baby things you started buying, everything that you could find on sale, and stuff that was donated from from Karen Wheeler and Claudia Henderson. Joyce Byers cooperated with an old strolled that was still sturdy even after so many years.

Even Gareth, Jeff, and Grant bought things for the baby, lots of ‘Rock n Roll’ clothes. They said they couldn’t wait to see if the child would turn out to be a musician like his father or a writer like yourself. You worked at the Hawkin’s Post before getting pregnant, and Eddie immediately told you to quit because that place, misogynistic as fuck, stressed you to levels you’ve never felt before, and the obstetrician advised to avoid any kind of stress for the baby.

Ever since then, you had time to write a lot, and having Eddie Munson as a boyfriend helped your imagination flow like water. Hopefully, when the baby is born, you can finally put out your very first book, and Eddie said he would be right next to you every step of the way, just like he always promised you. Life was sweet, even with the unexpected turn, and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the entire world.

“Everything Eds… Every fucking thing.” And your boyfriend pouted as he cursed under his breath in a small voice and a stomp of his boot.

“You’re no fun.”

end.

a/n: i just know eddie would be the happiest to have a kid, and try to give him everything he couldn't have when growing up.

[sadhours]

Pervy Billy please 🤤🤤🤤

okay okay, here’s a teaser of my upcoming series stuck in the middle with you

billy hargrove x pamela oc!mayfield

cw: 18+ minors dni, perv!billy, stepcest, psuedocest, teasing, groping, dry humping and masturbation

🎀🤍🚬🍦

It’s like the little bitch does it on purpose. Those shorts can barely be classified as such, they’re practically just underwear and she’s prancing around the house like she’s trying to get a rise out of Billy. It’s making him pretty damn bricked up, just trying to enjoy his fucking bowl of Wheaties.

They’re alone. Neil and Susan shopping, like they do most Saturday mornings and Billy’s got no idea where Max is nor does he care. Pamela is doing her chores, pale blonde hair bouncing whenever she reaches down to grab miscellaneous clutter. Thanks to the motion, he also notices she’s not wearing a bra; breasts swaying under her thin cotton shirt. God, her legs are long, he thinks as he skates his eyes up and down them.

Billy’s aware he’s staring. Part of him thinks Pamela wants him to. He shovels another spoonful of cereal in his mouth before dropping the bowl in the sink for Pamela to clean. It’s her chore after all.

He’s got his own chores. Lists them off in his head; fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, organize the garage, mow the lawn, wack all the weeds and take out the garbage. They can wait, he decides as he keeps his place in the kitchen and watches as his step sister continues on with her chores. Chews on his lip as she uses the scrunchie on her wrist to tie her hair up in a bun. She starts by cleaning off the counters, putting everything back in its place before she takes her place at the sink. A smirk spreads across his lips and he crowds behind her, places his hands on the counter to cage her in.

Pamela tilts her head, doesn’t look at him but exposes her neck like she’s expecting something. Billy takes these movements slow and calculated. He doesn’t want to scare her off, but then again, he’s sure Pamela is playing the same game he is. He laughs, soft as he towers over her. His breath fans over her neck and Pamela’s skin pricks with goosebumps as she wets the sponge. Squirts dish liquid on it before she finally speaks up, “Can I help you?”

Billy purses his lips, closes the gap between Pamela’s ass and his crotch as he tells her, “Just making sure you’re doing a good job is all.”

She snorts but continues cleaning the dishes and maybe Billy’s imagining it but he thinks he feels her push her ass back against him. So he grabs her waist, holds her steady and presses his lips against her exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. Just to feel her warm skin. Rolls his hips slow, testing before moving his hands to feel up her sides. Swooping forward and cupping her breasts in his palms.

He kneads them in his hands, shamelessly rolling his hips and Pamela elicits the prettiest little sound. A moan if Billy’s not mistaken and it makes him greedy. Slams his hips forward, grinding against her ass in those tiny shorts while he gropes at her tits. Pamela drops the silverware and sponge, gripping onto the edge of the counter as she pants.

“See what you’re doing to me?” Billy asks against her ear, rocking his hips forward again. Making sure she can feel the way his cocks hard in his basketball shorts. “Walking around in that shit… dressed like a fucking slut,” he pants, “Tryna get my attention, huh?”

“Billy,” she gasps, a whine of a thing.

He pulls her top up, just enough to expose her tits and gets his hands back on them. Pinches her nipples, rutting against her like the pathetic little perv he is.

“Billy.. we— ah, we can’t,” he babbles out, but she’s still grinding back against him.

“We can’t what?” he grunts out, nose bushing against her temple.

“Do this,” Pamela replies, hands moving to reach for his wrists. “It’s wrong.”

Billy knows it’s wrong. That’s part of why he can’t stop thinking about her like this.

But she’s right. This was probably far enough. He pulls away, looks down at her as she turns. Her pretty face all flushed. And he acts kind of like a child, stomping away to his room and slamming his door. Just to lean against it and shove his shorts down, get his cock out and wrap his hand around it.

“Fuck,” he whines, closing his eyes and imagines his step sister on her knees in front of him. “Oh, you slut,” he whispers, lips twisting up as he plays out this fantasy. Fucks his fist hard and fast, cumming with her name on his lips.

[romantique-dreams]

IT'S GONNA KILL ME - E.M

summary: your parents just happened to not be home, and hawkins' infamous sex-god needed an outlet for his anger, but pink rooms and relationships were not his thing.

wc: 3.8k

it's gonna kill me vol. 2 (here)

warnings: 18+ minors dni! spit kink, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, fwb (kinda), fuckboy/mean!eddie, making out, dom(ish)!eddie, creampie, masturbation (m&f), nipple play, petnames. that's all i can think of, but please let me know if you find more!

You could sense the way every time you would give Eddie a kiss, his body would go rigid. It wasn’t hard to ignore—he didn’t like physical touch when it came to purposeful intimacy. It was a routine for the both of you though; you’d meet wherever he saw fit, went inside, laid on the picnic table, leaned against the stall door, or sprawled out on the floor of his van. You would fuck like rabid animals, swap each others stash, and go your different ways. You were almost positive his heart was ripped from his chest. It was possible his core could have been filled with cement, with each ventricle plugged, or nerve endings severed to prevent the dreadful emotions from slipping in or out. 

“Where are we meeting tonight, hot stuff?” You sniggered over the other end of the phone.

“God dammit, how about you not call me that, yeah? And, well, my uncle is home.”

 Eddie hated pet names outside of making you feel good during sex. 

Your eyebrows pulled together while thinking of something. He was going to hate this. “You’ve never been to my house, what about here?”

“No can do,” his vowels were drawled out, “Pink, girly rooms, not my thing. Major turn off. Besides, your family is way too into each other, ‘makes me sick.” 

“Dude, get over yourself. Do you want to get your rocks off, or what? My parents aren’t home, I’m alone, no one will even see you pull into my driveway. I’m plenty far enough away from the main road.”

Eddie’s entire being shuddered thinking of being caught with you, and having to go through the ‘is this your boyfriend?’ conversation.

The line was silent until Eddie muttered under his breath.

“Alright, fine. I’ll just come there.” He hung up. 

“Love you too, sweetcheeks,” you sneered and slammed the phone down onto the receiver. 

Eddie went as far as shaving. He had a sex-god reputation among the girls in Hawkins, and there was no way he was going to lose that title due to being unshaven on one of the worst weeks of his life. He splashed some aftershave along his jawline, and rubbed some on the freshly shaven skin below his belt, a hiss escaping between his teeth. He dressed himself in a black and white flannel, the top two buttons undone, his mane framing his face and cascading down his back, with his infamous bulge-hugging black jeans. Regardless of anyone wanting to admit it at Hawkins, he was some goddamn eye candy. The metalhead placed himself in the driver seat of his van, he ruffled his flannel, and smoothed down the collar. He started his van, and drove off.

You had dressed yourself into a tight tank top that accentuated the apex of your breasts just right, and pulled your hair to the crown of your head in a ponytail held up by a tattered scrunchie that was tradition to use while sucking him off. It was in no time that he was pulling up to your driveway, hearing him stroll down the winding trail that led to a hidden house away in the woods. 

You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose. You could feel it again. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was going to be different than any other time, it was merely a routine—each position and touch just another item checked off on the list. You and Eddie were each other's relief. While others meditated, you guys fucked. 

You gathered yourself, picking up all the sentiment that had seeped out onto the floor beneath. “”Sup, bitch?”

“Just here to fuck your brains out, I guess.” Eddie shoved his hands in his front pockets. 

“You should try taking a girl on a date first, sheesh.” You stepped out of the way and bent down, signifying royalty entering your humble abode. 

“Um, how about try shutting the fuck up?” He snipped back towards you while kicking his shoes off. “You know I don’t do that, I like getting to the point. Less hassle, less attachment, freedom.” 

“How do you even keep a girl around? Going on a date and actually having fun isn’t that barbaric to you, is it?”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing. “Let’s just say my skills make up for lack thereof in the dating department, ‘kay? And are you trying to go on a date, or are you trying to come? Because right now it seems like you want me to take you out and spend my hard earned money selling to minors on you. You gettin’ all mushy on me? Do I need to end this?” 

You shrugged with a sly smirk. “Believe whatcha’ want to believe, honey. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eddie was taken aback. Was he really making that up because he wanted to, or did it just seem like you wanted to?

 He took a slight step towards you with his mouth pressed into a firm line, his jaw clenching tightly as the muscles moved under his pale skin. “Can you stop with the pet names, for the love of god?”

“Mmm—, I’ll think about it.” You shot him a finger towards him and then scratched your chin with a half-assed pondering look on your face. 

“You piss me off, you know that?”

“It’s what I do best, right?”

You were putting up a facade that didn’t feel like you, clearly. You enjoyed the banter between the both of you, but sometimes you wanted it to be laced with something for one another. You just wanted him to have some sort of care in the world, the smallest hope wanting it to be for you. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You tell me all of the time, can’t forget.”

“So, are you going to show me to your bedroom, or are we just going to sit here holding our dicks in our hands?” He peered at you, sticking his head out with an annoyed look.

“Well, considering you’re the guest and all, and I’m a nice host,” you jabbed his chest with your finger that was still hanging in the air. “I was going to ask if you wanted water or anything, but you can’t wait to get into my pants, so I’m assuming you aren’t thirsty.” 

Eddie’s wall faltered, a brick crumbling and dropping to the ground. He stepped back from you while he fiddled with the metal around his fingers. You were just trying to be nice, that’s all, but all he could do was take his anger out onto you at the end of a long week. Wayne was on his ass, business at school was slow, and the shop had a month's wait that was filled with cars needing to be fixed. 

“I mean I could use some water, sure.” He was quick with his words and rounded the couch next to the entryway of your house. 

“Alright, I’ll be right back, ‘kay? Don’t get too impatient.”

His wall was reconstructed and his posture firmed. The couch was too hard, it was too sterile in here, it looked like no one even lived in here. His hands rubbed up and down his upper thighs, too uncomfortable to lean back. He was out of his element. These events never happened anywhere but his house. He didn’t have the comfort of his home to be able to keep up the crassness of his persona.  

You scurried yourself off to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, hair trailing behind you as you turned the corner. You began to realize the neverending roller coaster of emotions you had purchased a ticket to when you first endeavored in this risque escapade with Eddie. He gave you whiplash with his constant demeanor changes and his vulgar words. 

You were quick to return to the living room with the glass of water in hand. You stopped in the doorway noticing his unyielding silhouette, he was sticking out like a sore thumb in your living room that was littered with family memorabilia. Eddie had told you once a small snippet of past life; the desolation of it all as his mom worked countless nights at the hospital, while his dad was out doing ‘business deals’, or so he told him. You could do nothing but hurt for him as he opened up to you. Although you were both stoned out of your minds, you appreciated the small intimate moment you’d cherish between the two of you. It had been the only occurrence, yet all you tried to do was get to know him from then on, and he never budged.

“Alright, order up!” You slid him the glass of water across the coffee table. 

“Yeah, thank—,” He began monotonously.

“You’re welcome my kind sir.” You bent before him and curtsied.

Eddie was quick to gulp down some of his water as you sat down next to him, setting the cup down after with a content exhale. He was still sitting upright, his back never touching the sofa behind him. This was not him, nor will it ever be. He didn’t do the cordial conversations in the living room, or the witty flirtatious remarks, or the talking stage in the first place. He was there to liberate all of his pent up emotions into you and get out. You were his release, merely but a short hour of his day. 

 You were quick to place yourself next to him with a raised brow. “Why do you look like you have an actual stick up your ass right now?”

Eddie turned to you and glared as he gestured between the two of you. “Because this shit is stupid, that’s why. I don’t want to be here longer than it takes to fuck you. Get in, get out. That’s all I’m here for, so can we get this show on the road?”

Your heart twinged within your chest. Was it really that bad to actually spend some time together without fucking your brains out? Was it oh so terrible to not be around you without your tits out? Those were questions that were meant to be left unanswered, unaccounted for; because in all honesty you couldn’t stomach the actual truth.

You clicked your tongue against your teeth and motioned towards the stairs. “Yeah, you’re right. C’mon, my room is upstairs.”

You briskly walked away, leaving a scrambling Eddie behind you as he followed to your bedroom. Without hesitation you slammed the door behind you, immediately removing your clothes from your body. Your blood was boiling, pumping hot beneath your skin and fuelling the fire that was burning. You grabbed Eddie by his broad shoulders while your fingernails dug into the fabric hanging off of them and stood him in front of you, following by undoing each button on his flannel. Your jaw was tightened and your eyebrows were low, pupils growing in size from the anger that resonated within you. 

Eddie looked down at you quizzically, both hands beside him in the air to surrender. He didn’t mind the idea, but your abruptness startled him. You never took initiative when it came to starting these moments, but he wasn’t complaining. 

You continued on with your mission; unbuttoning his pants next and removing them, completely taking his flannel off of his slender body. You were already shirtless and pantless by now, only remaining in your bra and underwear. You placed both of your hands onto his bare chest and shoved him down onto the bed, straddling him instantaneously. Your bra was gone within seconds as you ground your hips down onto his confined length, slotting your mouth above his. Hot, sweet breath was fanning against his cheeks as you stared at him with intensity. Eddie was the first to connect your lips together, with each eager kiss ending in you both gasping for air. 

“Goddamn, baby, what’s got you all riled up?”

First he’s mean, now pet names?

“You, asshole,” you spat at him as you slid your hand into his boxers, only after you spit into your hand. Your anger was evident in every movement you made. 

A sharp inhale was heard from Eddie as your velvety hand that was slick with spit connected with his now swollen cock, precum beading at the tip. You gave him quick pumps to his mid-shaft as you could feel it twitch beneath while your hand grazed the under ridge of his head. His head was thrown back, his hair cascading down to either side of his while his Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp he took. A carnal instinct was building within Eddie’s aura, he attached his lips to yours once more, savoring the sweet flavor of your saliva against his taste buds. 

Eddie wasn’t about to be the one taken control of. You made him come to your house, you made him come into your room, you were the one making him only think about you. He flipped the both of you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he pinned both wrists down against your duvet cover. 

“I’m going to set the record straight for ‘ya—,” He paused as his hair tumbled down to cast a shadow over your features, “I’m in charge, not you. It’s bad enough we’re at your house, in your room, got it?”

You were quick to submit, curtly nodding up at him, lips forming into a pout.

“Good, wasn’t taking no for an answer anyways.” He shrugged, pulling your bottom half to the edge of the bed. 

Eddie was quick to have his hands on you, making sure to let his hot touch linger on your skin. He danced his fingers down your side, harsh squeezes being made to each malleable part you held, sure to leave imprints in your delicate skin. Your lip was pulled between your teeth and you exhaled short breaths through your nose. He continued his expedition down to your puffy core with one slender digit trailing up between your folds and collecting your arousal. He replaced his now slick finger with two others rubbing abrupt circles into your clit, his other finger slipping between his lips and releasing with a pop. 

“Y’taste so fucking sweet, ‘ya know that, baby?” He cooed, a harsh contrast to his actions.

Your legs squirmed beneath him and your eyes shut tightly as crinkle lines formed by your lash line. Your body was jerking with each of Eddie’s swipes over your bud, electricity shooting to the end of each neuron in your brain. There was one thing about Eddie you couldn’t deny, when he said his skills in bed made up for where he was lacking, he wasn’t wrong. He was so good at making someone feel good. He knew just what made you give yourself up to him, and what left you wanting more. He could read you like a book, and had memorized each word with sticky notes next to each quirk that made you come in an instant. 

While his left hand was working his other had traveled to your throat, fingers wrapping around to the nape of your neck. The veins in your neck were bulging and you could feel the air becoming harder and harder to breathe, your air supply was being cut off now. Eddie could feel your rapid pulse that was bounding beneath his calloused hand, a smirk of satisfaction resonating on his lips. Your climax was building, but interrupted by his fingers sliding into you with an embarrassingly wet squelch.

The metalhead's fingers slammed into you with force, the edges of his fingertips were curled to graze the spongy spot with each entrance and exit. Your eyes were now rolled to the back of your head and your jaw went slack, mouth dropping down to touch your chest as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Gasps and chokes for air, slapping skin, and your arousal being spread beneath you were the only sounds heard in the room.

Positions were eventually switched and Eddie was soon enough plunging his aching cock inside of you. You swallowed him whole, each thrust inwards being met with a clench of your slicked walls. 

“God, you’re so fucking warm, fuck—,” Eddie cooed, pussy drunk already.

This was one thing you had over him. Your whole being when you were intimate had him intoxicated, so inebriated to the point you could get him to do anything for you. You wanted him to eat you out? Done. You want him to finger you a certain way? Done. Whatever it was, he was at your beck and call. You knew you were special compared to the other girls, the way he paid extra attention to all your curves and delicacies, but also sold to you for free on the side. You were higher on the totem pole compared to the groupies who hung around The Hideout.  

Eddie’s thrusts picked up in pace and depth, giving your cervix slight kisses with each dive into you. Your lips attacked the soft alabaster skin of his neck while your nails did a number on his back—scraping harshly, leaving puffy trails of red behind. Little did anyone know it, but you owned him. You always made sure to leave marks, whether that be just for you to see, or others. 

“Shit, baby. Y’gonna leave me lookin’ like a leper when I show up to school tomorrow,” he grumbled against your neck, syllables emphasized by his plunges. 

“That’s okay, god damn—, that’s fine. Gotta let them know I’m your favorite,” you hissed through your teeth, whimpers trailing behind. 

Eddie’s smirk glistened in the dim light of your room and he nipped at your neck. “You caught me there, you feel so fucking good compared to anyone else, mhm.”

Your orgasm was rising in your lower stomach, only noticeable from the immense heat flowing throughout your body, while pleasure kissed each overstimulated neuron. Your muscles were tensing; all the way from your calves to your jaw, the skin above going rigid. As Eddie continued his relentless pace your hands were entangled in the mess he called his hair, harsh tugs ensuing after. 

Eddie had come to the decision to really set you ablaze beneath him. His ring clad hand found its way around your neck once again, only applying pressure to the sides, making sure to be careful of not cutting off your airflow too much. How considerate. His mouth attached to your pebbled nipples, and gently rolled them between his two front teeth, while contrasting with brutal bites to the supple surrounding skin. He finished with his free hand moving to your clit, the sad, pitiful bundle of nerves that ached for him.

It wasn’t long before you were overstimulated.  “Eddie, ‘s a lot, c’mon,” you choked out. 

“Ah-ah, what did I say? I make the rules tonight sweetheart, fuck‒,” he grunted with a particularly gruff thrust into you. “I came here, this is my night. Do you understand?”

His words were succeeded with a splat of saliva from Eddie that landed on your tongue. You were quick enough to savor his taste sucking on the remnants dancing on your tastebuds. Something about him tonight seemed so primal, so salacious. You couldn’t help but succumb to him and nod your head. 

“Thatta girl.” His pace accelerated significantly to the point you were sure he was tearing you in half.

He raised an eyebrow towards you and released his hand from your throat to snatch your chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. “You’re gonna let go for me in just a second when I tell you to, okay? I want you to come so hard on my fucking cock while I come inside of you. I’m gonna let you have all of my sweet stuff, and make you all sticky and shit. Y’gonna feel so fucking dirty, ‘mkay?”

All you could do was nod, you were desperate. You were already robbed of your first orgasm, and each thrust of his was bringing you closer to the brink of your release. It was becoming painful, tears brimming at the bottom of your eyes. You had known from experience what it was like to come when Eddie had told you not to.

Eddie replaced your newfound necklace, his hand, and smirked. He had already angled your hips slightly upwards so your bottom was off of the bed, and your spongy spot was being hit with a relentless amount of force. Lewd sounds were filling the room—nothing but slicked symphonies and desperate whines were to be heard, and Eddie was the director of it all. Surely it was the most sinful orchestra you had listened to. 

With each dive into you, your breasts recoiled and your eyes screwed shut. A layer of sweat was visible now as small droplets formed at your temples and above your lip. You could feel it. Your orgasm was approaching and you were hoping to god his was too, practically praying on your hands and knees to have some sort of relief. It was as though angels were singing to you when you finally heard him speak.

“Go ahead, baby, come for me,” he gasped out as his own release came.

Your body jerked as the wave of consolation consumed you. With toes curling, hands ripping at the sheets beneath you, walls convulsing, and your back arching you were letting out the unholiest of sounds. Wetness pooled beneath you while Eddie’s potent seed covered your gummy walls. 

Eddie’s hips slammed into you a few more times until he was hopelessly rocking into your sticky hole, the both of you riding out your orgasms. He fell completely forward while small wisps of his mane tickled your neck. He let out a shudder and slowly pulled himself from inside of you. 

“Good, huh?” He chuckled and laid himself down next to you, a content sigh coming after.

“It was mediocre.”

This wasn’t a common occurrence for Eddie after your visits. He never laid down next to you, instead he was lighting up and ushering you out the front door as soon as you were dressed. 

He looked over at you, bewilderment covering his soft features while he slid closer. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“Great catch, smart one,” you quipped as you rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t mind blowing, ‘ya know? I have high standards after all.”

“As if you’ve ever been with anyone besides me,” he grinned. “Your standards are literally me, idiot.”

“Whatever.”

Eddie stood himself up from the bed, legs a bit wobbly as he carried himself over to your vanity. He bent down to inspect the damage done to his neck and back, gently tracing his fingers over the love bites that were beginning to form. 

“Looks like I’ll only be exclusively seeing you for the next week, my dear. Can’t have my other babes knowing I let you give me these, no one gets to mark me up.” 

Did he just say that? 

There was a strange feeling residing in Eddie, he wasn’t sure what it was. Did you just break through to him?  There was no way you had steam rolled the wall he built for himself when he was around you. It was secure, strong, fortified with every emotion blocker known to himself. Was it really all that bad? 

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb as he let out a shaky exhale.

There was no way Eddie could possibly indulge himself in this mess, he couldn’t. Relationships weren’t his thing, or were they?

a/n: this was a whole process of writing, i apologize if it isn't my best! i have been very busy and mentally ill LMFAO. i hope everyone enjoys it tho! i'm very insecure about this one hahahads. i went through and proofread it myself, so i'm hoping there are no mess ups, but if there are please feel free to let me know! likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

[t1ts-4-scattorcio]

Protective nat w a soft gf pls 🙏

Protective Nat x Soft GF Reader

You were known for being kind which is why it was odd to see you and Nat together, especially as girlfriends. Sweet quiet girl always looking for the best in people and an angsty grunge goth latched to her hip. 

The epitome of sunshine and dark cloud + has an attitude with everyone else but you. She can have the most sour expression on her face then is all goo goo eyes when she see’s you.

“Hey nat whats up?” Jackie asks, “Nothing.” 😒 ‘you enter’ immediately skips to you “Hey baby” 😍

She loves making you happy, she’s up for anything you want to do. She lets you do her makeup the way you want it when she comes over for fun. Sometimes it happens before school and she ends up walking in with pastel pink eye lids and loads of glitter on her face. Jackie and Laura Lee think the look suits her since they’re only used to dark colors.“Pink suits you so well nat!” “thanks” 😌

Color coordinating outfits. You would wear a floral dress and she would have a floral scrunchie to match

Nat doesn’t shy away from soft readers romantic advances you’re so sweet she can’t help but let you love her. Lottie and Van poke fun at nat “you’ve really gone soft Scatorccio.” “yeah yeah whatever” 🙄

Nat isn’t scared to break a few noses if anyone takes advantage of you though and is basically your shadow, everyone knows that where you go natalie follows so any asshole know not to fuck with you.

Get’s ansty when you’re drunk, once a guy harassed you during a party after you denied his advances. Insisted he was good in bed and better than Nat in any way possible. “You’re so quiet, Nat’s got you so wound up hm, I bet I can make you come out of your shell.” TF Did she just hear?? 🤨 She was so angry after overharing him she punched him so hard he ended up getting a concussion.

After that she makes sure she has an arm wrapped around you, sometimes making you hold onto her belt loop when she can’t hold your hand.

She isn’t afraid to confront anyone that speaks badly about you “y/n is so sensitive, I bet she’s fake as hell too.” Her head spins so fast “the hell did you just say??” Pinning the idiot that said that against a locker.

You’re so sympathetic to nat’s home life, you had a feeling nat was having a hard time and your heart broke when you realized why. Nat loves how you listen to what she has to say, you hold her while she sobs after having a screaming match with her dad or how negligent her mom is towards her.

She’s also attentive to your anxieties, suggests you go somewhere quiet to relax when you’re overwhelmed, outside on the benches in the soccer field or a secret corner in the library designated for the both of you.

[wooataes]

90 Days - Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader (Part Four)

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader (Jin focused chapter)

Word Count: 2.1k

Characters: Wolf!Namjoon, Fox!Seokjin, Black Cat!Yoongi, Golden Retriever!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Labrador!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

Summary: All you want is for your new cat hybrid friend, his unwilling older wolf hybrid brother and his other 5 brothers to keep safe and warm during the winter.

A/N: After three years, I’m finally back with an update! I want to think all of you for your patience with getting this out, I’m excited to finally continue this story with you all!

- Taelor 🥰💜✨

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Day Seven

It has been almost a week since you decided to take in your hybrid friend Jimin and his 6 other hybrid pack mates into your care to keep them safe from the harsh winter settling in. The first snow has really set in within the last 2 days, which has resulted in the boys staying close by your side in the living room, snuggled by the fireplace and watching movies.

The boys have taken a liking to you, but none more than Jimin, Yoongi and surprisingly, Namjoon. Since Yoongi has been the one helping tend to you and essentially feeding you while your shoulder heals up, he has grown fond of your constant appreciation and gentle urging of your insistence that he didn’t need to help. Deep down, he knew he’d get a scolding from Jin if you were made to put any pressure or use of your injured arm. And Yoongi didn’t mind, anyway. You were like him in a way; quiet and introverted, but more animated with the people you were comfortable around. After lunch, at your urging, he is spending his afternoon snuggled up on the loveseat with Seokjin, watching a new series they both got hooked on.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook had taken it upon themselves to spend the day outside in the backyard and play in the fresh snow that had fallen overnight, after Seokjin’s permission of course, and with the promise to bundle up to keep warm. You were settled on the outdoor couch next to Jimin, who cuddled up against your side. Namjoon hummed to himself as he tended to the fire pit, the warmth keeping you all sated while the others played.

“Are you sure you’re not too cold? I can put more on the fire.” Namjoon frowned, looking at you as you laugh at the two pups engaging in a rough snowball fight.

“Joon, it’s fine, really.” You smiled before patting a cushion nearby. “Relax, why don’t you finish reading that novel I gave you out here? The others are having fun, you don’t need to keep an eye on them.”

“Then why are you out here, hm?” Jimin questioned, narrowing his eyes playfully at you.

“I’m out here because I enjoy watching your friends have fun, silly.” You grin, booping Jimin on the nose, giggling as he lets out a small squeak.

“Hey!” Taehyung shoots up from the makeshift wall he had created out of snow. “You’re our friend too, Y/N!” He pouts. Just as you’re about to respond, you burst out laughing as the Labrador gets hit in the face with a snowball by Hoseok.

“Gotcha!!” The golden retriever screams happily, running up to tackle Taehyung into the soft blanket of snow as they wrestle.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls out, running to Namjoon as he points to the snowman behind him. “Look what I made!”

“That’s very nice, Kook.” The wolf smiles.

You watch as Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink, his ears flopping down to hide his blushing face. He is still very shy around you, but Jimin has promised that he knew you meant well and you would do anything to make them more comfortable. You’re surprised as the bunny takes a step towards you, eyes focused on the floor.

“Um.. Y/N?” He asks quietly, peeking through his ears at your questioning gaze. “You know.. you know how you said if we needed anything, we could ask you?”

“Of course, Jungkook.” You sat up, smiling sweetly at him. “What did you need to get?”

“Well, it isn’t for me.” He mumbled now, fiddling again with the pink scrunchie around his wrist. “It was actually for Jin-hyung.”

“Jin?” You tilt your head as the bunny nods quickly. “Of course. What is it?”

“Well…” he frowns, kicking at the ground. “He used to tell us that his birthday is usually around the start of winter, and I wanted to ask if I could buy a birthday gift for him.”

“It’s his birthday?” You gasp, smiling widely. “You absolutely can. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Umm.. it isn’t much but, he always tells us he loves soft things, like fluffy toys and stuff. Said it reminded him of his den at his old owner's place. I was thinking maybe something like that…”

“Don’t you worry, Bun.” You grin, rising from the couch. “I will get it all sorted okay?”

“You will?” Jungkook’s ears stood up once more, eyes wide. “But, it isn’t too much to ask right? You can say no, don’t feel like you have to-”

“Don’t be silly, Bun.” You smile, gently patting his arm. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He slowly nods his head as you reach up to ruffle his hair.

For your entire exchange, Jimin and Namjoon both sat side-by-side, watching the both of you talk.

“What do you think she’s going to do?” Namjoon murmurs to the feline, who simply smirks. He’s seen what you have done for regular customers on their birthdays through your shop window whenever he would lurk around for scraps. He can only imagine what’s going on through your head.

“Excuse me?!” Seokjin gasps, placing his hand on his chest. “I am dismissed for the evening? Don’t you know that YOU are the one who is supposed to be the patient?! What on earth am I meant to do? You’ve told me to do nothing all afternoon and now I’m expected to do it for the evening?!” He stomps his foot as Yoongi clears the plates from the dining room table and places them in the dishwasher, chuckling at his hyung’s dramatics.

“Ah ah ah, I won’t have it, mister!” You sass back, hand on your hip. “You’ve been working to the bone and fussing over me, and therefore I am making you and the rest of the boys settle in for the night in your rooms, I have some private phone calls I need to make!” You poke the fox’s shoulder with a playful smile.

“What happened to no rules?” Yoongi drawled, leaning his body against the counter, making Jin nod aggressively in agreement.

“Yeah!!” He waved his hand in Yoongi’s direction. “Are you going back on your word of no rules, huh?!”

“I’m allowed to have rules if it’s for my guest’s wellbeing.” You huff, jutting out your lower lip into a pout. “It’s only for tonight, and then you can help out around the house to your heart's content, okay?”

After a beat of silence, Seokjin concedes with a heavy sigh. “Fine. You win, but only for tonight. Okay?”

“Perfect.” You grin, patting him on the shoulder before pushing him and the other 6 hybrids to the staircase. “That means you too, Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a loud whine, his ears pressing to his head as he sulks against the handrail of the staircase. “Why me, Y/Nie? Why can’t I sleep down here with you?”

“Because, you’ve been living here for over a week and haven’t even tested out the bed I brought for you in your room.” You laugh, scratching behind his ear. “And I need to do something. Do you trust me?” You ask quietly, smiling gently as Jimin leans his head forward, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a soft nod. “Good. It’s just for tonight, okay?”

“Mm’kay.” He grumbles, giving your cheek a final nuzzle before taking a waiting Jungkook’s hand, who smiled shyly towards you.

“Goodnight, guys.” You waved as the boys ascended the staircase to their rooms. Once they are out of your sight, you pull your phone out of your pocket and walk into the kitchen.

When Seokjin is woken up by two literal overgrown puppies jumping on his bed, he lets out a groan as he tries to pull the covers up over his head.

“JJWANNNNN!” Hoseok is barking, shaking the older man’s shoulder excitedly. “You gotta get up and come downstairs!”

“Why?” The Fox whined as he sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

“There’s something downstairs for you, Hyung.” Namjoon is leaning against the door frame, the other 3 hybrids perched up excitedly behind him.

“I shouldn’t have come downstairs so early, but something smelt really good and I was hungry.” Taehyung grinned, pulling Jin by the hand down the stairs. “Look!”

Jin pauses halfway down the staircase as he sees down into the living room and dining area. There are over a dozen balloons scattered on the floor in every colour, a banner lining the fireplace that spells out ‘Happy Birthday!’ in Silver sparkles and a large wrapped up present sitting in the middle of the floor. In the dining area, he gasps as he sees an assortment of cupcakes with blue icing covering the table, and a single white envelope at the head of the table with party hats at each seat.

“What is all this..?” Jin asks quietly, tail swishing anxiously by his side.

“I told Y/N I wanted to get you a present for your birthday, hyung..” Jungkook mumbled shyly, looking around as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “I didn’t think that she’d go through all this though.”

“Y/N did this?” He looks over to the couch where you’re currently sleeping. Your hair has fallen out of its bun, glasses still sitting on the end of your nose and your shirt and even hands covered with small splotches of food dye.

“Y/N?” Jimin gently shakes your good shoulder as you finally come to.

“Jimin? What time is it?” You yawned, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes.

“It’s early.” He smiled, taking your hand and helping you up, Seokjin stepping in front of you.

“Y/N?” He asks, tail now in his hands. “Did you.. did you do this all for me?”

“Happy birthday, Jin!” You beam as the other hybrids watch from the staircase. “Jungkook told me your birthday is around this time, I couldn’t let a celebration go to waste!”

Jin just stares at you, blinking owlishly as his eyes gloss over. His silence invites you to continue, and you happily direct him over to the large box.

“It isn’t much that I could get on such a short notice, but open it!” You bite down on your lip as the others begin to gather around on the couch to watch him kneel down in front of the present. With one last look at you as you offer an encouraging nod, he reaches out and carefully tears the rainbow wrapping paper and opens the box.

Jin gasps as he sees a basket inside full of soft hybrid friendly nesting blankets, fluffy cushions and 7 large plush toys, each of them looking eerily similar to his pack.

“A little bunny told me that you had a den made back at your old home, so I thought I could get you some things that could help you build a nest here, and you can take them with you if you want to go anywhere else- OOF.” You grunt as you feel the Fox hybrid’s large body cover yours, his arm wrapping around your waist as his face buries into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your skin, squeezing you closer to him. His tail brushes your leg and his long ears tickle your cheeks, but you just smile and let your arm hug around his shoulders. “Thank you, so so much.”

Seokjin can’t help but smile for the entire day, small giggles leaving his lips at every attempt you and the maknaes make at trying to stop him from working, insisting he is the birthday king for the day. He stays on the couch, wrapped in one of his brand new nesting blankets, eating more than his fair share of cupcakes donned in his polka dot party hat. It’s only when you gather the hybrids around the living room in their birthday gear, passing out more cupcakes and snacks for them to eat with your one good arm, singing happy birthday with Jimin in goofy voices that make the others laugh, is when Seokjin really thinks he could stay here with you forever. He wonders when the others will come around to the same conclusion.

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[whalesforhands]

What would satosugu do if Mc had another lover?

HAHAAH I WENT IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION

“I think I fell in love recently…” Your eyes are glazing over with infatuated lovesickness. Your chocolate bread long abandoned as your hand rests upon your heated cheek, the lovely thoughts of your object of affection flashing through your mind’s eye. Shoko pokes a finger into your free cheek, watching as the flesh squishes beneath her skin before leaning forth to steal a bite of your lunch.

“What?!” Gojo’s strawberry cheesecake had all of its initial interest stolen，the metal spork he had stolen from Geto’s home-made lunch bouncing off of his lap and clattering onto the classroom floor, just as Geto’s chopsticks pause midair, face starting to turn pale as he pounds at his chest to prevent the cherry tomato he had swallowed from going down the wrong pipe.

The look in your eyes is still far away, dazed and enraptured with the thoughts of your mystery crush, hearts basically emanating from you as the afternoon sunlight casts a gentle glow on you through the translucent curtains.

(Since when was there a breeze flowing through your hair, indoors…?)

It’s Suguru that barely manages to avoid choking through a mouthful of his fruit, a napkin to his mouth as he spits it out, hastily downing some water.

“When—“ He coughs to better swallow the drink that refuses to go down. “Did you both meet?” Satoru’s still struck with too much surprise and flabbergasted by your sudden news, his lower jaw hanging open as his sunglasses fall onto the turn of his nose.

Just when did they ever have another competitor?!

(Suguru closes his mouth for him.)

“We met when Shoko and I were out-“ Your fingers twiddle with the newly bought scrunchie inbetween your hands, the soft material making you reminisce the feel of fluttery feelings your mystery person gave you. “He was so soft and cuddly, with just a bit of attitude…”

Your eyes close in smitten devotion, your gait growing shy as your head swirls with images of him.

“Black and white hair…” A delinquent?! With dyed hair?! When was that ever your type? (“Seriously?! That’s what you’re into?!”)

“The sharpest brown eyes…” (“Suguru has sharper eye— Ow!”)

“The cutest upturned nose, and the softest hands…”

(“I’m cuter! And my hands are way softer!”

He holds out his hands to the group, placing them atop the desks that were pushed together for lunchtime.

“Shoko! Suguru! Feel and tell her!”)

“Could this be… What others call love at first sight?” Your trance is broken once you’re grabbed by your shoulders, being vigorously shaken back and forth as Gojo gets all up in your face, leaning diagonally towards you. “No! No, it’s not!”

Shoko is absolutely losing it, barely holding herself together whilst sneakily trying to muffle her snickers as she takes another bite of your chocolate cream bun that was now in her possession.

(You don’t mind. You still have the vanilla bean, azuki bean and dark chocolate flavours to try out.)

Suguru’s still baffled, holding his head in his hand as a finger taps anxiously on his forehead. A surge of fear going through him.

(Why? Why another person? What did he have that he or Gojo didn’t? They can’t possibly be lacking, can they? Shoko may call both of them trash but…)

“Do you mind if we meet them?” It comes out even before he could process his words, even Suguru himself is taken aback by how calm, how normal his voice had sounded, how it lacked all the anxiety and anger that coursed through him.

——

You agreed. Of course you agreed.

“I don’t think he will mind at all!” The smile on your face is absolutely radiant. “Ah, he’s just a little shy though.” You grow timid once again as your face alights with another grin. Does the mere thought of him make you blush and falter like a lovesick schoolgirl…?

“But I’m sure you will all love him!”

No. Suguru decides that he absolutely will not. Not when you’re practically skipping in excitement down the path, Satoru’s arm around you as he openly glares at each and every teenaged individual that seemed to match your description.

(“Hah?! What are you looking at?!” Gojo’s glaring at another man that dared to breathe in your general direction.

“(name), I don’t like how that guy looks.” He’s whispering into your ear as you giggle, telling him to knock it off with a light tap to his nose, his whining barely ceasing.

“I bet your friend isn’t much to look at anyway!” You tilt your head to the side, a contemplative hand under your chin as you stare at Satoru head-on, from his personality to his looks. “Hmm… I think you’re both around the same level.”

“Me?! Compared to him?!”)

Suguru’s following closely behind you both with Shoko at his side, the girl lackadaisically sipping at the coffee you had gotten for her as she maintains her silence, enjoying the sights and sounds of the busy street.

As if she knows something they don’t.

“You look awfully calm. Is there something you want to say?” Suguru’s look towards her is placid, a look of feint serenity, smile stretched just a little too wide, eyes clenched a little too tight.

He’s nervous. And Shoko can tell.

From the way he’s been blowing that strand of his bangs out of his face, taking just a few minutes more to brush out his hair before heading out today, walking so close to you earlier that distance was practically a myth between the both of you.

He’s jealous. And wasn’t trying to make it as obvious as Gojo did.

(Can you even tell either of them are jealous?)

You blink when Geto assists you in clasping your necklace, his warm hands pressing against your nape as you melt into his gentle touch. How nice of him. You were just about to ask him for help. “Don’t let others do this for you, okay?”

You recoil slightly when a napkin is slapped onto your face to wipe the cream off, Gojo’s hand enthusiastically helping you as you try your best to stay still, his free hand holding your cheek to prevent you from moving too much. “Only we can get this close to you, alright?!”

Okay…? You’ll always listen to them is what you have decided.

(Unless Shoko has an input too. You’ll let hers override theirs.)

She twirls a strand of her hair as she finishes the final sip of her coffee, taking a chance and trying out Gojo’s half-drunk bubble tea.

She makes a face before she replies, the sugar on her tongue making her grimace. “Not much at all.”

Geto pins his gaze onto her, laughing lightly as his fists start to unclench. “I think I would know. I’m your friend after all.”

The girl stirs the straw within the cup, smiling. She’s satisfied with that reply as she pulls out her phone, hiding away the lock screen from his view. “Then you have nothing to worry about. I promise on our friendship.”

Geto Suguru is at ease. (Only just the slightest.)

(“(nameeeeeeeee)!!! That guy looked at you suspiciously! Is that him?!”

“He doesn’t even have black OR white hair…”

“I don’t like how he stared at you! Suguru! Stand at the other side! Shoko, you’re on front duty!”)

——

“We’re here!” You’re standing before an alleyway, shaded just enough to protect the inner area from the sun.

“Ruruko! Are you here?” You jog deeper in as the trio quickly go after you, thoughts flying through a particular duos’ brains.

Ruruko? What kind of man that has you so enamored has that name? What kind of gentleman makes you come meet him in an alleyway? Why is Shoko so calm?!

(And why is she recording this?)

Satoru’s crossing his arms, puffing his chest out as he surveys the area, waiting for a group of rabid teenagers to jump out and attack as Suguru’s watching with careful intent, stance ready to take on a sudden fight before—

“Ruruko!” You’re squatting, lowering yourself down as you start cooing. Scratching inbetween the cat’s ears and under its chin as he meows, purrs into your hand.

“See? Isn’t he just the cutest?!” You’re practically squealing when the cat nuzzles back up to you, allowing you to pick it up and hold it, letting it’s furry front face the SSS trio as you bring his furry face next to yours, nuzzling your cheek into his and showing off his shiny black-white mottled coat and pretty brown eyes.

It only meows as it stares at them, licking his paws and using it to flick at his ears.

“A cat?!” Satoru’s gasping as he falls to his knees, dramatically holding his head in his hands. As Suguru plants his hand against a wall, his other covering his eyes.

“It was a cat all along?!”

masterlist

Notes:

Both Gojo and Geto have a new lock screen photo of you holding Ruruko now. Shoko already has one.

Ruruko. satoRU, suguRU, shoKO. RURUKO.

Shoko knew all along, if you couldn’t already tell.

Gojo buys bubble tea with 100% sugar. Less ice.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to tide my non-kofi readers over since i haven’t fed y’all in a while haha

[buckyalpine]

Imagine being obsessed with Bucky's nose. Every other girl fawns over his eyes, his lips, his dimple chin, his arm, his chest, then there's you. You’re always talking about how adorable his nose is. It’s so perfect. 

You love when he smiles because he does this little scrunch and its the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

He doesn’t know how to act when you gush over how cute you think it is. You’re not even together so he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than blush deeply and shy away from you. 

It’s all fine until  the rest of the team catch on and all he can do is grumble over how he doesn’t have a cute nose. The only person who can get away with it is you. It really is the cutest nose ever so they make sure he hears it every second of the day. 

“Awww look, he’s doing that lil scrunchy thing again!”

“Shut up Wilson”

“He’s like a bunny when his nose twitches” 

“Shut up Stark”

“Y/n’s right, it’s adorable”

“For fucks sake, not you too punk”

“He’s right Mr. Barnes”

“I’ll ship you back to Queens, kid”

“Adorable”  *boop* You walk by and lightly tap his nose, smiling at the way his cheeks blush immediately after, a goofy smile tugging at his lips. Everyone breaks out into shit eating grins when he doesn't give you a snarky retort, looking back at you with puppy eyes instead. As soon as you disappear around the corner, he glares at them, flipping them off while they all cackle. 

“Not. A. word” 

His mind turns into ABSOLUTE MUSH when you give his nose a peck, unprompted, just when you feel like it. He then breaks out of that trance and contemplates on wearing his Winter Solider mask again when others on the team try to do the same, just to fuck with him.  

I mean, its adorable, can you blame them? 

Anways, idk why I wrote this, I was just thinking about his nose, of all things. 

[akaakeis]

domesticity -- sakusa k.

synopsis :: living with omi and being the epitome of a domestic relationship 

wc :: 536 .ᐟ

gn!reader x sakusa kiyoomi (2nd person)

cw//notes :: toothrotting fluff,, eating food,, established relationship,, making up for posting literally no writing for like.. maybe 2 weeks idk? yeah that sounds abt right

it's 10:36 pm, and you and your boyfriend sit on the carpeted floor, doing skincare. he's sitting cross-legged with you kneeling in front of him. he has his hands on your waist as you reach up to his face, trying to align the holes of the face mask to his face.

"omi, stay still!" you mutter, struggling to properly place the sheet onto his face. he won't stop quietly chuckling at your struggle.

"how do you do this every week and still manage to have issues with doing it?" he teases you, his voice soft as he watches you try to put on the face mask. finally, you get the sheet aligned properly and gently place it onto his face. he looks funny with the sheet mask on. it's cute, though.

you let out a giggle after you sit down on the carpet and look at him. "it's cute." almost automatically, you grab your phone and take pictures of him with the face mask on, which makes him scoff.

"really, in my most vulnerable moments?" he asks, laughing. forgot to mention, he has the front pieces of his hair tied up with a little scrunchie you found. he looks stupid, but so, so cute. 

"why of course!" you reply, quickly snapping a 0.5 of him and laughing at how the photo turned out. "oh, that's your new profile picture right there."

he simply groans in response, a small smile still on his face. he stands up, grabbing your hands in his and pulling you up. "c'mon, let's have some ice cream."

the two of you walk into the kitchen and head straight for the freezer, grabbing two pints of ice cream. he grabs mint chocolate chip, and you grab your favorite flavor. 

once you both grab ice cream and a small spoon to eat it with, you look at each other knowingly and run to the living room, dropping onto the couch. you grab the remote and start playing coraline on the tv. he grabs a throw blanket and drapes it over the two of you. 

kiyoomi puts an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and giving you a kiss on top of the head before grabbing his ice cream pint and digging in. 

"you do realize you have morning practice tomorrow right?" you ask amusedly, eyes glued to the movie.

"oh," he remarks, letting out a sigh through his nose. "it's fine, i'll make it anyway."

you snort, leaning your head against his shoulder. "alright, if you say so. don't complain to me about being tired in the morning, though."

your phone alarm goes off, saying it's time to take off the sheet masks. you pull off kiyoomi's without warning, and then you take off your own. he looks at you in amusement as you toss the masks into the trash can across the room, barely making it in.

"ooh, nice!" you say, smiling.

"you almost missed."

"shut up."

he snorts, shifting his eyes back to the movie. you look back at the movie as well, continuing to eat your ice cream pint.

...it's safe to say he was groaning about being tired the next morning. well, you did warn him.

notes .ᐟ ::

⟡ hey guys sorry for being so dry w my writing i got hammered w schoolwork it was so bad...

⟡ more stuff inspired by me and my roommate!!!

⟡ btw not proofread lo siento (but not surprisingly anw)

⟡ hope ygs enjoyed :))

⟡ if u liked this, please consider rbing and following! and maybe check out my masterlist <3

🏷️ :: @bokukos + @4ngelfries <3

© akaakeis 2024 all rights reserved. please do not repost, edit, or translate my works on any platform.

[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat — and a new character appears.

The sun is spilling in just right on the silver dryers on the back wall — whir, whir, whirring their spring cleaning drawl.

“Wait, stay juuusssst like that — perfect,” Robin encourages, pulling out her Polaroid camera while you’re bent over loading in her clothes. The flash glares bright in your eyes when snaps the picture and catches it right when the camera spits it out.

“Rob, my back isn’t built to hold this pose,” you laugh, “Also, why am I doing your laundry?”

“Cause you’re so pretty and the light was hitting you perfectly,” she shrugs, snapping another picture at your annoyed face, “Maybe not in that one.”

Her camera goes back around her neck and the half finished blow pop goes back in her mouth, stretching her freckled cheek. A breeze comes in when the door opens, a whoosh of a warm breeze with the promise of a long summer kisses you both — still in jean jackets and long pants.

“That doesn’t answer my question, why am I doing your laundry?” you ask, closing the door and leaning against dryer, feeling it heat up on your back.

She shrugs, “I dunno, you scooched me away when I didn’t separate my darks from my lights.”

“Well, Rob you can’t just—”

There’s a wrap on the front windows, sharp enough to know that its rings on glass. The sweat on your back from the dryer goes cold, you don’t look up when you hear Robin squeal.

“Finally,” she calls out, bounding out the front door that stays open on its hinge, “Took you forever.”

“Sorry, had to wait for Harrington for some wheels,” his voice sends a pit into your stomach, you stay staring at your sneakers on the dirty linoleum tile.

“Where’s my guy?” Robin’s raspy voice muses.

“Over a block or two,” he laughs, “Doesn’t wanna get in trouble or some shit.”

“Whatever,” you can hear her roll her eyes, but even worse, you can hear the crunch of his boots come into the laundromat, “Let me just grab my wallet.”

You look up to see her hold her hand out for her fanny pack which is tucked into her laundry bag still in your hand. You look down and back up with a quiet, “Oh! Sorry.”

The deal takes ten seconds total, but ten seconds is long enough to make your skin crawl. The scent of his cologne mixed with leather and weed fills your nose; he’s standing too close to you and he knows that.

“What, you don’t wanna say hi?” he drawls. Your gaze slowly rises up from his boots to his jeans to his chest to his chin — that smirk, those glittering eyes.

“Do I have to?” you retort, your body numb with uncertainty.

“Heh,” he lets out, grimacing, “Guess not. Figured you —”

“Eddie Munson!” a shrill voice calls from the back room, “Eddie Munson if you’re not here to do laundry I don’t wanna see your face in my business!”

“Aww Marj, you’re breakin’ my heart,” he teases, turning around to shout back at Ol’ Marj with both hands on dramatically holding his chest, “Can’t a guy come here and launder some cash?”

“OUT!” she yells, “Before I call the chief down here!”

He sucks his teeth, shoulders rounding when he drops his hands, “Welp, see ya later Rob.”

“Bye! Tell Steve I — we — said hi!” Robin waves with her Blow Pop in her hands, the click of it on her teeth obvious when she puts it back in her mouth. A final whiff of him lingers in your nose when he whisks out of the laundromat without a second thought, disappearing down the street to Steve’s car.

“You both really gotta talk things out,” Robin tuts, pulling her sandy hair up in a bun at the back of her head with a scrunchie, “It’s like pulling teeth watching you try to be civil.”

“We broke up,” you shrug, “It’s gonna be weird.”

“I dunno,” she shrugs back, “I feel like you guys either gotta fight it out or fuck it out — whatever happened. Just…I miss my friends being altogether.”

“I know,” you sigh, defeated, “We’ll figure it out.”

“Well you better do it soon,” she mumbles, looking over the baggies in her hand, “‘Cause he owes me another dime bag.”

[spaceblu]

busted | benedict bridgerton

summary: benedict is sure he knows you, he only doesn’t know from where. and he probably shouldn’t know.

warnings: none actually!

It’s the curve on your lips when you drink from your cup, Benedict has solved the case. Or the wrinkles around your eyes when you start to laugh, it might be it too. But there’s something in you that seems to hold his attention longer than he imagined and it has been like this the whole night.

Now he knows every and each small thing you do when you react to something, he caught you blinking to a couple of men, making it look way more innocent than it was to them. Benedict saw your eyes twinkle under the lights while dancing and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your hands might be under your gloves.

He couldn’t help himself. There was something about you that seemed so known to him that it itched a certain part of his brain trying to remember why he was so mesmerized by you. Why were you so intriguing to him when he’s absolutely sure he never saw you before.

“Here, let me help you.” Eloise says, holding Benedict’s chin with both her hands “I think your chin will fall anytime soon.”

Benedict’s eyes go from you to his sister, surprised by her sudden appearance next to him. Eloise lets out a laugh, taking her hands away from her brother and crossing her arms in front of her chest, glancing in your direction too.

“Who is she and why are you so endearing looking at her?” Eloise squints, trying to analyze you “I don’t think I know her…”

“Me neither.” The sound falls from Benedict’s mouth more like a whisper and he sighs afterwards “And I’m not endearing looking at her.”

“Brother,” Eloise almost rolls her eyes at Benedict, but controls herself from doing so in front of so many people. If the circumstances were different, she would do it one hundred percent “your eyes are on her the whole night. I have no clue how I managed to get your attention, actually.”

Eloise continues to talk and talk and talk, but you start to dance again. Benedict watches you spin in your ankles while smiling to your dance partner, your hands smoothly moving while you dance. Your hair flows around your face, framing it with curls. You probably smell good, floral and sweet with a spicy hint to it. Your skin glows and looks soft to the touch.

“Jesus Christ,” Eloise almost shouts, catching her brother’s attention again “ask her to dance, or you will start drooling any time soon and someone might slip on it.”

For once, Eloise is right. Benedict should ask to dance with you. There’s nothing telling him he shouldn’t, and a dance won’t hurt no one.

He makes the path between you two, taking his time to gather his thoughts correctly and think about what he should say to you. What kind of subjects are you interested in? You could be into arts, writing or even singing. You have beautiful lips, and even if Benedict couldn’t listen to your voice from where he was standing, he's sure your voice is soothing as it seems from afar.

Benedict bows in front of you and notices the corners of your lips going up in a small smile “Would you conceive me a dance with you, my lady?”

You bow in his direction too, but gracefully looking at him with your chin up “Of course, sir.” You place your hand on his, waiting for him to hold it “Lead me, please.”

Benedict holds your hand, almost squeezing it with too much strength, but he desperately wants to feel the skin underneath your glove. Your thumb rubs the back of his hand smoothly and the gentle touch makes Benedict want more caresses from you. Perhaps you didn’t even notice you were doing that little thing with your thumb, but Benedict feels feverish with just this small thing.

He takes you in his arms and starts dancing.

“May I ask you if you’re new here?” Benedict starts, really wanting to say something to you and make some conversation.

“Probably.” You smile, not giving away if you’re telling the truth or not.

Benedict scrunchies his nose “I’m curious, because I’ve never seen you before, but I feel as if I already know you.”

You let out a giggle and Benedict is completely lost, has he said anything funny?

“Is this your way of courting me?” Your expression has an amused smile and Benedict can’t help but find it funny too. It indeed sounded different than he wanted it too “Perhaps you’ve seen me in your dreams, right?”

“N-No… That’s not what I was trying to say.” He stutters trying to hold a laugh and not sound as dumb as he probably does at the moment “I mean it, you look familiar but I can’t tell from where exactly.”

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m sure I’ve never crossed paths with you before.” You give up and say it seriously “I’ve been in town for a couple of days visiting my aunt for the season.”

“And may I ask who your aunt is?” Benedict is fast with his words, not leaving any time for you to end your conversation.

Benedict tries to notice something in you that might give it away who your aunt is, but it doesn’t work. Your accent is a bit different than what he’s used to, but he can’t tell exactly from where you are. Your eyes are beautiful, as are your skin, lips, nose, body… Benedict can’t think of anyone anyway as attractive to him as you.

“It seems that you’re having fun trying to solve my mystery. I think we should keep it for longer.”

“My mom knows everyone, every family, and she probably has her eyes on you, anyways. You seem like a good match for one of her sons.” Benedict spins you while speaking.

It’s already the end of the dance, the final move and Benedict wonders if he could ask you for another dance, or maybe he could walk with you to get something to drink. He wanted to speak more with you, to look deep inside your eyes, to listen to your voice and watch your lips move gracefully.

When you finish your spin, you look right back at Benedict “So let’s see if you can discover who I am, Mr. Bridgerton.”

You grin in his direction, so close he can see every line in your face. And it hits him – your grin. He indeed saw it before, not in his dreams, but in a place where a lady shouldn’t be, somewhere he’s not even sure women are allowed to enter when they’re not in the company of a man. But you were there, he’s sure of it now.

Benedict’s memory is foggy, probably because he was way drunker than normal that night, but there’s no doubt it was you.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Benedict asks when you touch his arm calling for his attention “In the bar?”

There’s a frown that grows in your forehead and you almost open your mouth, surprised, but keep control of your expression. Benedict continues to stare in your direction and catches your arm before you could run away from him. You felt like running away, but instead you gave him a sweet smile.

“Sir, I don’t know what you mean.”

Your voice shakes a bit and Benedict can notice that you’re not telling the truth, because even if you don’t sound nervous, you obviously look like you’re about to have a nervous wreck right there. Your hands are moving, making Benedict hold your arm and start to lead him out of the middle of the room. Your fingers are restless around his arm and he could feel you tapping his forearm with them.

“I know it was you, now I’m sure of it.” Benedict can say, trying to grab other memories inside his mind from that night “I could recognize this grin of yours within millions of smiles.”

It happened the week before. Benedict decided to go to the bar alone, after a long day of boring things and a couple of drinks with his gentleman friends, he didn’t want to go home yet. It was breezy, but not cold, so the perfect night to spend in the bar with unknown people he will never exchange a word with again.

When he’s near the bar, he can hear people singing inside and instruments are being played. He enters the room and everyone is singing together, some at their own tables, others hugged next to the musicians. But there’s two young adults, probably a few years younger than Benedict, singing on top of the balcony leading the rest.

One of them is wearing a white shirt, trousers and really shining and beautiful boots. The other is wearing the same thing, but with a dark blue cape on top, covering most part of their face. Benedict sits at a table in one corner of the bar, he pretends to go unnoticed and enjoys the joyful singing from the others. He orders a beer and continues to drink, even if he already feels drunk enough after drinking with his friends.

The light inside the bar isn’t good, but when the person wearing the cape spins while singing, Benedict can see a grin on their lips, the curves softly matching the rest of the person’s expression, and when Benedict watches more carefully, the grinning person is a girl. He can see the soft hair under the hood, the pretty features in her face and the beautiful silhouette.

Benedict can’t take his eyes from her, the way she sings is mesmerizing, the way she drinks the beer from the mug and continues to move around the balcony with her partner. Benedict tries not to focus on the questions that are surfacing his mind, about why there is a girl there and who is the man singing with her. Benedict wants to enjoy the view, his members already feeling numb from drinking but he can’t help having fun.

“Sir, please, stop talking about this.” You ask, now almost running with Benedict hooked with your arm “At least not in the middle of everyone.”

You search for someone in the middle of the people, your eyes wandering through every corner of the room. Benedict wanted to ask you again who you are in the end. Why were in a bar being a lady? Who was the guy with you that night? Why hasn't he seen you before?

One of the questions was answered before Benedict could even say them out loud.

“Mr. Bridgerton, this is my brother.” You almost fly to the man standing in front of you two and hold his arm instead of Benedict’s. It’s the guy you were with in the bar “Brother, this is Benedict Bridgerton, he just danced with me.”

Your brother looks at you, noticing your breathless voice as you introduce Benedict to him. He looks back at Benedict and smiles, greeting him. As soon as Benedict said nice to meet you, you both disappeared in the middle of the other guests. How was it possible for two grown people to just vanish in front of his eyes? But you two were nowhere to be seen.

Benedict felt empty for the first time that night. He spent most of the night watching you, trying to guess where he saw you before and now he knows where, but you’re gone and he has nothing else to do there. He wanted to speak to you more, maybe the bar issue wasn’t the only conversation he wanted to have with you, his curiosity about you being bigger than he imagined.

He wanted to know things about you.

Well, now he knows you can sing. And drink.

And there’s nothing he can’t try to discover in the next ball of the season.

[probably-writing-x]

Sleepless

18+ Minors Do Not Interact

Summary:

Warnings: Smutttt with basically no plot, penetration, oral sex, choking, hair pulling, ‘good girl’,

Author’s Note: sahdkshgkdhgd this is just HOT !!

———

“Alright, we’re going up to bed,” Ward confirms, “Make sure you lock up before you go up.”

“Yeah, we will do,” Rafe nods, his arm on the back of the couch behind your head, his fingers brushing over the skin of your shoulder.

“Good night, thank you for dinner,” You smile politely as Ward and Rose disappear upstairs.

Once they’re gone, you rest your head down onto Rafe’s chests and he tightens his hold around you, kissing the top of your hair.

“Thank god that’s over,” He mumbles, reaching forward to take his drink from the table and finish off the beer.

“It wasn’t so bad,” You reply, pushing yourself to stand up and reach a hand out to him, “But I am ready for bed now.”

Rafe hums in agreement and takes your hand as he goes to stand up too, lacing his fingers with yours as you use your other hand to pick up the stray glasses from the table.

The two of you go into the kitchen and he opens the dishwasher for you whilst you put in the glasses, along with a few of the dishes left from dinner. Rafe locks up the doors of the house and comes back to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ready to go up?” He mumbles, perching his head on your shoulder.

You lean your head into his and nod in response. Every two weeks you had dinner with Rose and Ward as a sort of tradition that you reluctantly followed. They’d get someone to cook and you’d all eat and overly compliment the food, make overly polite conversation where you and Rafe were quizzed on your relationship, and then you’d sit around and drink until you eventually went your separate ways. Rafe always hated the evenings, and he was like a more clingy and tired version of himself as soon as they finished - you weren’t complaining.

You take his hand in yours and lead him upstairs, the two of you going into his room and closing the door behind you.

“How much longer do you think we’ll have to do these dinners for?” Rafe asks as the two of you start changing out of your clothes.

“Oh at least until we have kids,” You joke, tugging one of his jumpers over your head.

“Yeah,” Rafe scoffs, “Kids will be the only excuse we’ll have.”

You nod, pulling your hair back into a scrunchie, “Either that or we leave the country, never return.”

Rafe walks around to the other side of the bed and kisses you quickly, “I’ll do you one better, we have kids and we leave the country,” And he kisses you again.

The two of you get ready and climb into bed, and Rafe wraps his arms around you in the way he normally does, your back flush against his chest. He holds you tight as if his hands fit perfectly into their place around you, your hair pulled up away from his face as his nose dips into the space joining your neck and shoulder.

“Good night, darling,” He whispers, kissing your skin three times.

“Good night,” You mumble in return, lacing your fingers with those of his hand over your chest.

~~~

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you realise that you still haven’t slept, but you’ve been staring at the same strip of light coming through from the top of the curtains for so long that is has started to blur. Rafe’s arms are still wrapped just as firmly around you, though normally he would have moved at least a few times in his sleep by now.

“Rafe?” You hiss into the room.

“(Y/N),” He returns in the same tone, shifting around you as his head pokes up, “Can you not sleep either?”

You turn around in his hold until you’re eventually facing him, “No, I don’t know why.”

He nods against the pillow in response, “I didn’t want to move in case you were sleeping.”

“I don’t know why I can’t sleep,” You mumble, “Like we should be tired but I’m not tired.”

Rafe hums, his voice deep, and dips his head to kiss your jawline, “Maybe we just need to tire ourselves out.”

You bring up a hand to his hair as he dips his lips to your neck, kissing at the skin and sucking it between his teeth. The sensation makes you wince, gripping onto his hair tighter to encourage him.

“Rafe…” You groan, “Your parents.”

He pulls away from you and raises his eyebrows, “You don’t think you can be quiet?”

With that, you move your hand to the back of his neck and pull him into you, kissing him deeply. You feel him smirk against your lips, shifting himself to hover over you, one hand moving down to grip your waist firmly. Your hand remains on his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. Rafe pulls away from you just slightly, his forehead still pressing against yours, breathless against you. His hands slip down to tug the hem of his jumper up from around your waist, one hand pressing against your back to lift you up enough for him to pull it off.

Your hands drop down to his joggers to pull at the waistband but he moves his fingers down to stop your movements, his eyes connecting with yours with a heat in them that gives you a bubbling anticipation of what is to come. The comforter drapes over his shoulders as he starts to kiss along your exposed chest, his fingers dropping to the waistband of your pyjama shorts, the material loose over your heat before he draws them down your legs, discarding them amongst the sheets.

“Rafe please,” You mumble, and he smirks against your skin, his fingers lowering just enough to reach your folds, already slick with your arousal.

“Already wet for me, darling.”

His fingers start to caress the area, dragging up and down at a torturingly slow pace before dipping between your entrance, pushing slowly into you. You gasp at the feeling, gripping onto his shoulder tightly, your nails digging into the skin. Rafe only takes it as sign to continue, his thumb moving up just enough to your clit, swirling lazy circles around the sensitive bud. It forces a whimper from your lips as Rafe’s kisses start to slowly move themselves down your body, your breath seeming to lose rhythm more and more with each one of his movements.

As he moves lower, his breath fans hot over the skin of your thighs, his head dropping to replace his thumb with the heat of his tongue. You moan out and bring a hand up to your mouth to muffle the noise against the quiet of the house, your other hand twisting into the sheets underneath you to ground yourself.

Rafe’s tongue laps hot against your clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves as if he is determined to draw every single sensation from you, his fingers still working into you at a steadily increasing pace. You’re fighting back moans against your palm and Rafe brings one of his hands up to your chest, finding the bud of your nipple as he pinches it between his thumb and finger, the pressure forcing your back to arch from the mattress. Another one of your moans fights against being silenced and the heavenly noise seems to echo in the heat between you. He removes his hand from your chest and his fingers rise to your mouth, his forefinger and middle finger dipping between your lips - two of your holes now filled with his fingers.

Your thighs start to clench around him as if you’re desperate to draw more of him closer to you, moans and whimpers now absorbing around his fingers knuckle deep in your mouth. Rafe notices all of the changes, the way your legs bend up from the mattress, how your torso is drawing you closer to him, and he slows the movement of his fingers down, sucking and nipping at the bud of your clit for a little while longer before drawing away too.

You stop yourself from crying out at the loss of pleasure, your walls clenching around the absence of his fingers.

“Rafe,” Your words fail you after that, but he knows what you need, tugging down his sweatpants and letting his erection spring free, the sight of the size alone making your body ache for him.

He comes back to you, arms holding him up on either side as he lines his length up against you, pressing into your opening. You gasp at the feeling and hold onto his arm to prepare yourself, watching as Rafe inches into you impossibly slowly.

“Good girl,” He mumbles, lips parting as his own pleasure starts to take over his instincts.

You offer him a nod, releasing your grip on his arm enough for him to know that you’ve adjusted, taking it as approval to draw his hips away from you, pushing back in slowly until he bottoms out against you.

“Fuck,” You hiss at the feeling, the way your walls stretch to fit him, practically drawing him in as they clench around his thick cock.

Rafe groans at the sensation, pushing his hips into you as his pace quickens gradually. The sound of skin slapping skin starts to get absorbed under the shelter of the comforter, echoing between your bodies as if meant only for you.

You whimper underneath him, breath quickening as Rafe cups a hand to your face, his other hand coming to lift up your leg higher to allow him to drive into you at a better angle - hitting the spot that made you moan louder.

“Be quiet for me baby,” Rafe hums, his breath hot and rapid as he thrusts into you, “Can you be good for me?”

You stifle a whimper and grip the sheets once again, swallowing down a moan that seems to rock in your throat. He moves his hand from your cheek and down to your neck, like he wants to draw the moans out of you and into him, his fingers and thumbs pressing at the exact points that let your eyes roll back, your body arching you from the mattress.

He loved you always, but he loved you especially like this - breathless, desperate for him, completely consumed by him. He watches the way your body aches for him, like every time he draws out of you it’s as if you’re screaming for him to return. It’s angelic. You’re angelic.

He drops his grip on your thigh until his fingers hook around the back of your knee, pulling out of you as he flips you over, your chest and stomach now flush against the mattress as Rafe’s hands shift to your hips, drawing you up towards him. Your hands twist back into the sheets, burying your head into the muffling of the pillows to stifle the moans that the new angles seem to force out of you.

Rafe drops a hand to your head, twisting into your hair - not pulling but as if he’s just reassuring you of his presence, as if desperate to be impossibly closer to you.

“Rafe, I’m close,” You whimper and he takes it as a sign to pull his hand away from your hips, you now bouncing back on his dick in the same rhythm that he drives into you.

His free hand instead moves to your clit, swirling the bud in circles as you near your high, as if he’s chasing to draw every bit of it out of you. Your walls clench instinctively around him, the rhythm of your hips faltering against his thrusts as your toes curl and your back arches upwards to drive your head deeper into the hold of his hand in your hair.

You shift the pillow underneath your head as your eyes tighten shut at the overwhelming pleasure, Rafe’s fingers increasing pressure on your clit as the coil in your stomach seems to snap. You bury your head against the pillow and let the cry release from your throat against the material, tumbling a list of curses from your mouth as you moan and clench underneath him, your body trembling as he drives you through your climax.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, his hips faltering as he pushes into you once again, dick now slick and dripping in your juice.

His fingers tighten against your scalp and he slips out of your walls, hand dropping from your clit to wrap around his thick member, pumping once before his cum spills in stripes across your back, painting you and claiming you as his. At the feeling, you fall limp against the mattress, overstimulated and breathless under him. As Rafe pants breathless above you, the last of his cum drawing out and over your skin.

He drops himself down beside you, onto his back as one arm rises to rest under his head, his other on his chest as his ribs rise and fall rapidly.

“Well that’s one way to pass the time when you can’t sleep,” He mumbles as you turn your head towards him, eyes heavy after the exertion of your pleasure.

You giggle tiredly and Rafe brings a hand up to brush your hair away from your face, looking at you like he’s sure there has never been a better sight.

“I’ll be right back, angel,” He leans over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, disappearing into the bathroom.

When he returns, he helps you clean up and brings you a fresh glass of water, before climbing back under the sheets and stretching out an arm for you to tuck yourself against his chest.

He reaches over to take your hand into his, opening up your palm as he swirls circles around the soft skin, tracing the individual lines.

“So, my family are going away on Monday,” Rafe comments quietly.

“Oh yeah?” You respond, watching the way his fingers draw over you.

“We can be as loud as we want then.”

You giggle and snuggle into him a little closer, suddenly wishing for Monday to come around as quickly as possible.

[dreamescapeswriting]

My Amygdala ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, depressive episode, Trigger warning: mentions of depression and sad/broken thoughts, Yoongi comforting the reader, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

As soon as Yoongi walked into the home he could feel the change in atmosphere instantly and it didn't sit well with him, all of the lights inside of the house were out except the one at the top of the stairs and he could tell you were in the bathroom. Not only that but there was music being blasted through the bathroom speaker and he could tell because it was muffled by a shutdown and the sound of running water. He had no idea how long you'd been up there but the idea of you blasting out Amygdala while you were in the shower didn't sit right with him.

"Babe?" He called out, putting the bags he was carrying down onto the floor and rushing up the staircase, taking it two steps at a time so he could make his way into you a lot faster. The door was shut but not locked, the two of you had taken the lock off the en-suite door from the last time you'd gotten yourself into this kind of state. As soon as he pushed the door open he saw you there, sitting on the floor of the shower just staring at the wall in front of you in complete silence - all for a few sniffles that were leaving your nose.

"Oh fuck," He whispered as he watched you closely, his heart dropping as he slowly made his way over to the shower door and opened it. Yoongi stripped down so that he was standing in nothing but a pair of boxers before stepping under the waterfall shower, flinching a little when he felt just how hot you had the setting,

"Baby, it's so hot how are you not burning up?" He quickly shifted the setting so it was a little cooler but you didn't even acknowledge that he was standing there, you didn't shift in movement, nothing. He sighed a little and grabbed some of your supplies from the shelves as well as reaching for a new bath scrunchie and sitting down in front of you. The shower was large, it had a huge waterfall shower head as well as smaller shower heads that lined the walls and some seats people could sit on if they really wanted to.

"Come on," He whispers as he sits himself down, squirting some of your favourite shower gel onto the scrunchie before he begins massaging it into your skin starting with your arms. You just allowed him to, barely looking at him as he spoke to you. 

"How long have you been sitting in the shower?" He questioned as he took a look at your hands and noticed that they were starting to turn wrinkly with how long you'd been sitting in here and it was a little concerning. The last thing he wanted was for you to get sick after sitting in the water too long so he made quick work of washing your body before getting you out of the shower and into the warmth of a towel.

"Let's get you sat on the bed," He whispered as you slowly looked at him, your head buzzing with questions and doubts as to why he was with you. You'd woken up that morning feeling lower than you'd ever felt yourself feel before and all you could wonder was why Yoongi even stayed with you? Why did he bother trying to make things work when you were probably the worst thing for him?

"Why are you doing this?" Your voice came out hoarse from all the crying you'd been doing and Yoongi frowned as he walked into the wardrobe,

"Doing what?" He questioned, searching through the wardrobe until he found your favourite blanket hoodie that was almost ten times larger than you and practically drowned you in it whenever you wore it. It had originally been Yoongi's, with his name even stitched into it but four months into your relationship you's stolen it and claimed it as your own,

"Why are you looking after me? Why haven't you just left me?" You stared down at the floor, a sob breaking out as you put your face into your hands and let yourself cry even harder. Right now, all you could see was all of the reasons Yoongi should have left you, all of the times he should have gone and you couldn't see anything positive coming from your relationship together. All you would ever do was slow him down in life and make it harder for him to get through his days since he was constantly going to be worrying about you.

"Because that's what boyfriends do, they look after their girlfriends." He told you plainly, making his way back over to you and carefully removing the towel from your body before drying you with it. You stared at him in complete wonder, why would he do this?

"It's easier if you leave me." You mumbled at him, his hands freezing as he finally stopped drying your body off. He knew you were going to start saying some things that you weren't going to mean and he was ready for it.

"I don't want to leave you." He kissed the top of your head, handing you some panties to put on and you did, shaking your head at him the whole time. There were so many other people he could go to that he wouldn't have to do all of this for,

"Why?" Your voice shook a little as fresh tears began to roll down your cheeks and Yoongi smiled weakly at you, he wanted to do everything he could to protect you from every thought running rapidly through your mind right now. Since he knew there wasn't much to be said or that he could do he reached his hand out, cupping your cheek in his grasp before using his thumb to wipe away the tears,

"Because I love you." He whispered, kissing your lips gently before he pulled the giant blanket hoodie on over your body and took the towel to throw into the washing basket. You knew he did and you loved him too but that didn't mean that this was easy for him to deal with,

"But I'm..I-I ruin everything, you should leave and find someone you don't have to care for like you do with me." You grumbled as Yoongi changed into some shorts, sitting on the bed before he wrapped his arms around your midsection and dragged you to lay down with him. In his arms, you felt at home, at peace but that didn't make it easy for you to just let your mind melt away,

"You do not and besides," He whispers, making sure your head was resting against his bare chest,

"I could never find someone to replace you, you're the love of my life," He smiled a little, his hands slowly starting to run up and down your back and he watched as your eyes struggled to stay open. It must have been a long day for you since your depression had been acting up and all he wanted you to do was rest for now, in the morning the two of you could figure out the next step. He was already planning on shooting a text over to your therapist to let them know you might be ready for another session soon but he would never pressure you into anything. 

"Will you hum Amygdala for me?" You sniffled, snuggling into him more as you listened to the way his heart was beating steadily. It was grounding to you, knowing that he was right there when you needed him most, even if your head was telling you to push him away.

"Sure." He shifted a little so that the two of you could sit more comfortably with one another before he smiled and began to hum the song sweetly to you. It was something you'd been playing all day long, through your earphones and even through your speakers, just getting to hear how emotional and raw he was with his music had helped you stay grounded a lot that day.

"My amygdala, you save me," You told him sleepily, your eyes barely able to stay open as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, listening to his humming and the soft beat of his heart. Yoongi continued to hold you the whole night, not letting you go for a second because there was nothing he wouldn't do if it meant protecting you, even from your own mind.

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[giallos]

Look I could be horridly wrong in saying this, but Tommy strikes me as one of those people who take photos but they don't do the teeth smile, instead it's the blue steel sort of thing for official photos (we see him smile teeth wise when you know someone special like he's talking to Buck or maybe Buck is being a little shit, or Buck is doing one of his role plays where he pretends he is Paul McDaniel with a mysterious past who has 72 children - don't ask why, the man's been busy and he wears a trench coat and a fedora).

As shown above this would be a standard Tommy smile for official photos (yes one of them is Lou but yeah).

here is Tommy with a slight smile, but you know, guarded

then here is the smiliest of smiles with nose scrunchies included.

This one here is the smile because subconsciously he knows something's about to happen to rock his world, most likely a bisexual ally but ssshhhhh don't tell him.

at this moment he knew

buck just brings it out of him 😭 yeah buck has a tommy smile™ but tommy has a buck smile™ too

[daisynik7]

This is gonna sound like a silly little request BUT Nanami is the type to get cute gifts for reader. She always has cute ribbons, hair pins and scrunchies in her hair, he can't resist thinking how fruit pattern scrunchies he got for while away on mission will look on her. What he didn't expect tho, is that he'd end up wearing one of her frog scrunchies on his wrist - after he presented her with ones he got, she took her favorite of, put it on his wrist and went to try out new ones. And he rarely takes it of, he endures Gojo's (or anyone else's) teasing but the frog scrunchie stays on! In his mind, she always there with him, it smells like her and when he is to stressed he leans his nose into it (and moment is ruined with Gojo's cackling, the headache is back). ALSO, pretty sure he sits drying and combing her hair (after he washed it), even braiding it for her. No way he doesn't end up with a hair clip in his own hair sometimes, like she'll pin his bangs up when they get into his eyes while cooking or reading.

cw: established relationship, fluff, reader has longish hair.

Author’s Note: omg anon, this is SO CUTE, you are brilliant for coming up with this! Not a silly request AT ALL, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I basically just expanded on what you sent me, so I hope you like it, let me know what you think! You definitely deserve all the credit here for coming up with this one. 🤩

Divider created by @/dividers-and-banners!

“Nanamin, no way you’re wearing that right now.” 

Gojo sits across the table from him, the typical cocky smirk on his face, covered eyes staring at Nanami’s hand. Your boyfriend rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt, forgetting that his cuffs hid the froggy scrunchie on his wrist, exposing it to his annoyingly observant friend. He sighs, prepared for the ridicule he’s sure to endure for the next several minutes. Without taking it off, he responds, “It’s my girlfriend’s.”

“Obviously. The answer I really want to know is why in the world are you wearing it?” The grin on his face grows even wider, irritating Nanami. 

Deciding to be honest about it, because there’s no other way to explain it, he answers, “It brings me comfort.”

He’s doesn’t expect the uproar of laughter from his now former friend. While Gojo is doubled over, cackling, Nanami brings his wrist up to his nose, inhaling the faintest scent of you into his nostrils, instantly relieving the incoming migraine caused by his white-haired colleague. He nuzzles his nose against the soft, spongy fabric, picturing your ponytail swinging with it tied around your hair. He misses you, a little too much. But this small trinket is enough to get him through the day. A little piece of you that stays with him, even if it is in the form of a silly frog scrunchy. He’d wear a hundred more of them all along his arm if it meant more of you could be with him. 

This all started when he began to buy you different accessories whenever he was out on a mission. Your collection has grown, thanks to him: Butterfly clips, silky ribbons, hair pins with faux pearls on them, scrunchies with different types of patterns. He’s found a use for them himself: you managed to pin a clip onto his bangs while he reads his novel in bed, growing tired of seeing the stray hairs cover his eyes. At first, he protested. After seeing the gleeful smile on your face, he had no choice but to relent. Now, it’s expected of you to slide a bejeweled clip onto his luscious locks every night. 

The latest set he got you was fruit themed; he was so excited to see you in it, proud of the selection he chose all on his own. So much so that he offered to do your hair that night. His fingers were nimble and smooth on your scalp as he washed your hair, rinsing it through with warm water, making sure that none of the suds got into your eyes. He wrapped a towel around your dripping mane, massaging until it was damp instead of soaking. He even took the time to blow dry, combing through the tangles with your brush. Finally, he tried every hairstyle he could think of to model his gift for you. A strawberry scrunchy for the classic ponytail. Lemon and watermelon for pigtails. Orange for a French braid. Banana for a top bun. His smile grew each time, seeing the literal fruits of his labor decorated in your beautiful hair. The only outlier that didn’t match with the rest of them was the random frog it came with. So, as a joke, you slid it onto his wrist, claiming it was his to wear forever. 

It comes in handy more than you expect. Several occasions, you’ve asked if he could help tie up your hair as you leaned over the kitchen stove, cooking dinner. Each time, it was froggy scrunchy to the rescue. Nanami made sure that it made its way back to him whenever you were done using it. It’s never left him since, either worn as a bracelet or resting peacefully in his pocket for easy access. 

Gojo finally calms down from his fit, readjusting his blindfold. “How could that thing possibly bring you comfort?”

Nanami smiles to himself, brushing his thumb over the frog wrapped happily around his wrist. “It lets me carry her around with me wherever I go.”

Even after more ridicule and some incriminating photos, to which he gave up trying to convince Gojo to delete, Nanami makes it his top priority tomorrow morning to stop by the mall and purchase more scrunchies for his sweetheart.