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hiraiologist · 3 months

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keep you in my mouth (and hope to never take you out)

hirai momo x f!reader

synopsis: at first it’s a party. then it’s a study session. then it’s like you’re addicted to her, and you find yourself caught up in everything that is hirai momo.

tags/warnings: ambiguous location but college/university setting, alcohol, drugs, parties, mentions of throwing up, smut (strap, cunnilingus, overstimulation, begging), fluff!, light degradation (reader is referred to as whore and slut lul), friends to lovers, switch!momo ??? idk but momo’s the best girl :]

a/n: i haven’t written for fun in… over 5 years? not since i was in high school… so i'm extremely out of practice SORRY! i’ve definitely regressed (T_T) i wanted this to just be a quick way to get back into writing, so its not all that articulate or anything. i started this last thursday when i was off work bc i was sick and bored, and i was gonna post it over the weekend but then with seollal and going back to work, i kinda forgot about it. partially ib my own college experience :p i feel obligated to say don’t do drugs and don’t drink underage but…! title from flashing room by 2am club. not proofread!

the resounding thump of the bass sinks into your skin, replacing the steady beat beneath your ribs.

you feel a body next to you—someone’s pushing past you across the room, their sweat smearing across your exposed forearm. it’s damp and uncomfortably cool, an off-putting and striking contrast to the heat of the crowd. you stop dancing and frown. you turn to your left, pinching a piece of your friend’s shirt between your fingers, wiping the sweat onto the dark fabric. chaeyoung stops moving to the music and swats your hand away.

“what are you doing?”

“someone touched me,” you wrinkle your nose. “it was sweaty.”

“so you wiped it on me instead?” the shorter girl glares up at you, though her eyes twinkle with mirth—or maybe it’s just the reflection from the led light strips on the walls. she pulls out her phone to check the time. “i need another drink before we go. c’mon, let’s go find tzuyu and dahyun.”

you shrug as the two of you link fingers and begin to find your way back to the makeshift bar for more drinks. you’re already drunk—yooyeon’s playing bartender tonight and you’ve been taking advantage of it as much as possible.

“ladies,” yooyeon greets as you approach her table. she spreads her hands over a few stacks of cups filled with red liquid. “what can i get you this time?”

the options are pretty limited. actually, there’s really only one option: a delightfully strong mixture of jungle juice made oh so lovingly by yooyeon and jiwon.

“you’re hilarious,” you say flatly as you roll your eyes at her. she just cackles and starts fixing up two new cups. “have i ever told you that you’re my favorite bartender?”

“that’ll break jiwon’s heart,” she replies with a laugh. “but i won’t tell if you won’t.” she holds out the drinks with both hands.

chaeyoung accepts one of the cups and takes a long swig. “hey, we’re actually probably heading out soon. going to a kickback with some friends,” she says to yooyeon. you take the other cup and swallow some of the jungle juice. it’s your third cup of the night, so maybe you’re just drunk, but it tastes divine. you’re pretty sure that, at the very least, it tastes better than the tequila shots you’d downed earlier with chaeyoung before leaving your apartment.

yooyeon pouts. “why?” she leans in towards the two of you. “don’t go. you guys practically just got here.”

you shake your head. “no can do. we promised jihyo we’d go to her place tonight.” on another night, you might stay, watch jiwon do a few lines in the bathroom, drink more alcohol until your vision starts to blur, maybe let yooyeon or jiwon—or both—put delicate hands up your shirt and leave bruises on your hips. tonight, though, you’re going to a kickback held by one of your closest friends, jihyo, and you’ll consume enough substances to ensure you wake up with your head pounding, mouth dry, body aching all over.

it’s going to be fun, you think to yourself. you chug some more jungle juice, finishing your cup more quickly than you’d intended. chaeyoung’s texting tzuyu, instructing her to meet you guys by yooyeon’s setup. as the alcohol sets into your bloodstream, your skin warms, a muted blush settling on your cheeks.

chaeyoung spots tzuyu and dahyun walking towards yooyeon’s table and waves them over. yooyeon pours two more drinks and offers them out to your friends as they approach.

“thanks yooyeon!” tzuyu happily tips her cup back into her mouth. dahyun does the same, though she only takes a small mouthful. you’re pretty sure she’s sober. you’ve been at the house for about an hour, but you know she’s only been occasionally stealing sips from everybody’s drinks instead of just getting one of her own. really, you’re a little grateful that she’s not drunk—you know that by the end of the night, most of you will be too inebriated to get home properly without help. dahyun’s always been a little less raucous than the rest of the girls, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. dahyun hands her barely-touched cup to you to finish and you flash her a playful grin with a wink.

“finish your drinks and we’ll go. i’ll go ahead and call an uber now,” dahyun directs while pulling out her phone. the rest of you nod and tap your cups together in a cheers. a few moments pass before dahyun slips her phone back into her pocket and announces, “okay, he’ll be here in… six minutes. jihyo said nayeon and mina are already there.”

yooyeon makes eye contact with you. “will you guys come back later?” her eyes are hopeful, bright—she’s more a puppy than a party girl. but you’d rather be with your other friends, so you just shoot her an apologetic expression.

“not tonight,” you shake your head. “but maybe we’ll see you later this weekend or something?”

before yooyeon can respond, you hear someone squeal from a few feet away. “guys! what are you doing here?” you all turn to find sana skipping towards your group, a huge smile on her face.

“sana!” the four of you yell simultaneously, pulling her into hugs with each of you. she’s beaming wildly. you didn’t know she was here; if you’d seen her earlier, you would’ve dragged her onto the dance floor and probably made her your drinking buddy. sana’s a little older than you and she’s infinitely cool. you’d met her at a party last year, where she’d pulled trig for chaeyoung after knowing her for about an hour. you’d all instantly fallen for her, and she was a welcome addition to your group. sana was confidence and optimism wrapped in sex on legs—but she was also undeniably cute, with her bubbly personality and squishy cheeks. she’d easily become one of your closest confidants, spending time with you every week, showering you with affection and giving you advice whenever you were struggling. her status as a social butterfly also meant that she has a lot of other friends, so your group of four—you, tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun—had rapidly expanded to a group of ten, with sana bringing her best friend momo into the fold, then jihyo, mina, jeongyeon, and nayeon with them. but sana’s infinite list of friends turns her into a pretty busy girl, so when chaeyoung had invited her out with you all tonight, she’d politely declined, stating her previously-arranged plans with momo and jeongyeon.

“i thought you were hanging out with jeongyeon and momo?” you look at sana in excitement.

“i am! well, jeongyeon had to go home early because she’s got a test tomorrow morning, but momo’s here. she’s talking to yoona right now,” sana points a few feet away at momo, engrossed in conversation with another girl you vaguely recognize. “wait, this is great! we can all hang out!”

“actually,” tzuyu interjects, “we’re leaving right now. but we’re heading to jihyo’s! nayeon and mina are there right now. will you come with us?”

“i’m down, but let me ask momo,” she giggles before bounding towards the older girl. she taps the girl on the shoulder and yoona offers them both a wave, walking off to find her friends in another room. sana starts to talk to momo; after a moment, she points over at your group and momo turns to glance at you all. her gaze seems to drag over you slowly. then she looks back at sana and says something, prompting sana to grin and tug at her arm, dragging the girl towards you. dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu all give her a quick hug and big smiles.

momo pulls you into a hug last, her firm arms wrapped around you tightly as sana exclaims, “momo said she’s down to go to jihyo’s!”

“we should probably head outside, then,” dahyun suggests. “it would suck if we missed our uber.” you all nod and start to find your way to the door. you quickly turn towards yooyeon and send her a wave. the girl perks up and shoots you a smile before you turn back around and follow chaeyoung out the house to the front.

you all stand outside, chatting idly amongst yourselves as dahyun watches for the right car to pull up. eventually, she spots what must be your uber and walks up to the vehicle, waving at the driver as they roll down their window. the rest of you trail behind her.

“for dahyun?” when the driver nods, she continues, “uh, so we have six people, actually. is that okay?” dahyun smiles sheepishly at the uber driver and bites her lip. he looks at you all warily and sighs.

“yeah, sure. it’s not like we’re going very far, i guess.”

tzuyu climbs into the passenger seat while chaeyoung scoots into the middle seat in the back. dahyun takes the seat to the right of chaeyoung, with sana climbing into her lap naturally. you quickly realize your predicament as the rest of the girls settle into the uber. you turn to momo and say, “you can sit on me. if that’s okay.”

the girl’s cheeks instantly turn the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. “oh! um, okay. sure. thanks.”

you open the door on the left and climb into the last seat. once you’re seated, you look back at momo and smile. she quickly gets in, sitting awkwardly on your lap. you reach for the door handle with one hand, close the door, then snake your hand around the girl’s waist, pulling her towards you more tightly. she squeaks a little, but shifts her body more to settle comfortably against you. your uber driver eyes you all in the backseat with a tired expression before driving off slowly.

“this top looks really good on you, by the way,” you say, lips twitching into a small grin. you play a little with the ends of her hair before dropping your fingers to brush along her shirt. she stares at the floor.

“thanks,” she replies quietly. her cheeks are red when she looks up and her eyes dart away when she notices you’re looking at her face.

the rest of the ride is filled by your friends’ conversations and your driver’s playlist coming low through the speakers of the car, your fingers rubbing circles into momo’s hip soothingly as you feel her take quiet, even breaths. you’re almost disappointed when the uber stops in front of jihyo’s apartment.

when you arrive at jihyo’s door, jihyo welcomes you all with a hug and ushers you inside. she leads you to the kitchen, where nayeon and mina are chatting next to the table covered with an array of drinks. you greet nayeon and mina with hugs as well, chatting with them for a minute before you decide to make a few cherry bombs for everyone. the girls seem to have found their spots in the apartment: tzuyu, dahyun, and chaeyoung are sitting on the floor in jihyo’s living room while sana and momo fumble with jihyo’s speaker system, squabbling over jihyo’s phone to try to queue up a few more songs. nayeon, jihyo, and mina continue to chat while they watch you in the kitchen as you mix cherry vodka with redbull. when you’ve prepared a few shot glasses, you offer them to nayeon and jihyo, knowing mina won’t be drinking. you all quickly down your shots and nayeon and jihyo excuse themselves to go find a game to play, leaving you in the kitchen with mina. she offers to take two of the shots over to sana and momo, and you agree. you grab the remaining three shots, find dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu in the living room, and watch as they knock back their cherry bombs.

you plop down on the floor next to chaeyoung, letting out an excited giggle when she produces a small tin from her pocket and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint. as she lights it and begins to take a hit, you look towards the speaker where you spot sana and momo laughing with mina. you observe them for a moment before you feel chaeyoung tapping at your shoulder, offering you the joint. you take a hit and hand it back to chaeyoung. dahyun and tzuyu get up; you vaguely register them saying something about finding some ping pong balls. you and chaeyoung chat quietly, asking “would you rather” questions, passing the joint back and forth until eventually it’s reduced to nothing and you’re forced to stub it out. by now, the combination of the weed and alcohol has you feeling light and slightly dizzy, but it’s pleasant and you’re smiling a little dopily. chaeyoung pulls you up with her when she sees tzuyu across the room, setting up a table to play beer pong.

“tzu! i wanna play!” chaeyoung exclaims happily. “can i play?”

“sure,” the taller girl agrees easily. “you can be my partner. y/n, wanna play?”

“wait, who else is playing?”

tzuyu shrugs. “go find someone!” you glance around; mina’s sitting on the couch with dahyun, both tapping away at their phones. nayeon and jihyo are sitting at the table in the kitchen, already playing some kind of card game. you start to walk off to look for sana and momo and tzuyu calls after you, “oh, get sana! she needs to get on our level!”

you find sana in the kitchen with momo. you quickly grab another cup, mixing vodka with soda haphazardly, taking a big gulp as you bound up to sana. “i’m drunk,” you state the obvious with a giggle. “and you need to catch up! let’s play beer pong with chae and tzuyu!” you point your cup towards sana, who giggles back at you, takes the cup, shares a look with momo.

“thanks, y/n!” she hums as she sips at the drink. “actually, i think you might regret recruiting me for beer pong,” she winks at you and hands your cup to momo, who tilts her head at you for approval. you nod quickly and she takes a long drink before handing the cup back to you. “but momo would love to be your partner tonight!”

you beam at the other girl hopefully. “would you really? please?” momo looks at you with wide eyes, seemingly caught off guard. she sneaks a glance at sana, who just bats her eyes innocently.

“oh, sure,” she agrees quickly. “i’m down.” you cheer as you grab her hand and guide her towards the table where chaeyoung and tzuyu are setting up the cups and pouring beer into each one. you chug a bit more of your drink, which has dwindled down to just a few more mouthfuls. you offer the rest to momo, then pout when you realize you don’t have anything else to drink, making sana laugh from behind you. she walks back to the kitchen as you and momo take your places at one end of the table, chaeyoung and tzuyu at the other. it’s decided that you and momo will go first. momo gestures at you to go ahead, and you grab one of the ping pong balls and eye the pyramid of cups across from you.

before you can toss the ball, sana returns with two new drinks, places one on the small table by the couch. she points at it and says, “that’s for you, y/n. when you’re done playing.” she takes a sip from the other drink still in her hand.

“thanks,” you nod at her words, focusing intently on your form. you decide to just go for it, casually arching the ball forward, watching as it sinks cleanly into one of the cups in front of tzuyu. “yes!”

momo whoops. “nice.” she offers her hand out for a high-five. tzuyu takes the cup, removes the ball, drinks the beer. momo quickly finishes off the drink you’d given her, adding it to the cup tzuyu drank to start a stack on the side, then moves to take her shot. she hesitates for quite a while before eventually throwing the ball. it bounces off the side of one cup, but falls into the one next to it. you cheer loudly as momo’s eyes widen and she turns to face you, a giddy expression on her face. you sneak a quick peck on her cheek, delight in the way the skin pinkens immediately as momo looks at you bashfully. chaeyoung takes the cup out, removing the ball before downing the contents inside. she boos half-heartedly but she’s smiling as she hands both ping pong balls back to you.

you immediately toss one across the table. it bounces off a cup and drops onto the table. you pout. “ugh. got too cocky. redeem us, momo!” but momo misses her shot, too, so you hand the balls to chaeyoung and tzuyu.

tzuyu tosses her ball quickly and it immediately falls into a cup in front of you. you grab the cup, take the ball out, drink the beer, add the cup to the stack. chaeyoung takes her position, squinting momentarily across the table before shooting the ball, landing it in a cup next to momo. the older girl grabs the cup, takes the ball out and hands it back to chaeyoung before tossing the beer back into her mouth. a droplet of beer shines at the corner of her mouth. without thinking, you lean forward and wipe at it with your finger before popping it into your mouth to clean it off. momo stares at you, but you don’t seem to notice. tzuyu and chaeyoung take their shots again. tzuyu lands her ball in a cup—momo drinks it quickly—but chaeyoung misses hers. they hand the balls back to you and momo. you arc one ball perfectly into a cup. momo’s turn is kind of disastrous; she throws the ball towards the cups, but it ends up smacking chaeyoung in the tit.

“sorry!” momo squeaks. chaeyoung just laughs and waves her off. the game keeps going, but it quickly becomes obvious that chaeyoung and tzuyu are going to win. you only land your ball into the cups two more times, and momo misses every shot she takes, looking all the more distracted as each round passes. eventually, you and momo lose pretty spectacularly. jihyo and nayeon push you both out of the way to take on chaeyoung and tzuyu.

disgruntled, you grab the drink sana made for you and take a gulp. “i can’t believe we lost!” you wail as momo follows you to the kitchen.

momo shrugs. “we’ll get ’em next time,” she promises, wrapping her arms around you from behind. you settle against her with a sigh.

“you’re so…” you gesture a little vaguely at her body, “comfy?” you finish, pulling momo’s arms around you even tighter. “like, you’re firm. you have really nice muscles and... you know. but you’re super cozy.” she hums in your ear as you lift your cup to your lips again.

“thanks,” she laughs. “i mean, i eat a lot. but i work out a lot too.”

“oh, i’ve noticed. your body always looks so good,” you continue absentmindedly before you pull away from her to look her in the eyes, slightly embarrassed. “i—it’s not like i stare. i just mean i wish i had your athleticism, you know? i don’t really know how to work out, and i don’t have a whole lot of stamina.” that causes momo’s mouth to twitch into a subtle smirk and you flush. your tongue suddenly feels very dry, and you’re not exactly sure it’s cotton mouth.

“well, maybe i could help you with that,” momo quips before she steals a bit of your drink and starts to move to the music blaring from jihyo’s speaker, and it pushes you to dance as well. after a song or two, momo’s hands make their way around your waist and you let your arms wrap around her neck, your cup dangling over her shoulder. it registers in your mind that you like this—like momo pressed against your body, like big brown eyes twinkling as she grins at you, like momo’s laugh vibrating against your chest. you smile at her as you dance together, your friends jumping and singing along to the music around you as they toss ping pong balls at each other.

everyone else seems to be preoccupied, not paying any attention to you and momo. you hardly realize that momo’s been guiding you towards the bathroom until she pushes the door open, closes it behind you, shoves you against the wall. her eyes bore into yours, looking for your approval before she leans in to kiss you. you close the distance, bringing a hand up to cradle her jaw. it feels incredibly intimate as she runs a hand from your neck down your side, eventually resting it on your hip. you continue to kiss her softly, sighing into her mouth as she lets out quiet hums of approval. after a while, she licks into your mouth, nips at your bottom lip, and you gasp as things begin to progress quickly from there.

her teeth tug at the skin of your throat. you try to suppress a moan, but it rips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and momo laughs, kisses you again. “maybe,” she breathes against your lips, “we should get out of here.” you nod enthusiastically, connect your lips again, savor the taste of her peach chapstick. you follow her out of the bathroom. you go to the front door, grabbing your belongings while momo walks up to the rest of the girls, all still either dancing or playing beer pong, says to them, “i think y/n isn’t feeling great. maybe she drank too much? and i’m kind of tired anyway, so i’m gonna take her home. we’ll see you later.” she leans in to whisper something privately to sana, who squeals and shoves momo’s shoulder. then sana waves you both off, turning back to cheer jihyo on as she tosses a ping pong ball into a cup.

and then you’re out the door, stumbling as you walk the few short minutes to momo’s place, giggling as momo pulls you into her arms every few steps to kiss you exuberantly.

you’ve never actually been to momo’s apartment, you realize. it’s nice; it’s relatively simple, a comfortable lived-in vibe filling the space. in the back of your mind, behind the haze of tequila shots, jungle juice, cherry bombs, beer, and weed, you remember that this isn’t just momo’s apartment—this is also sana and nayeon’s new apartment, the three having just moved in together recently.

you follow momo to one of the rooms, presumably hers. as she punches the numbers into her keypad, you take a moment to check your phone. you have a text from chaeyoung.

text me when you get home please, it reads.

not sure when i’ll be home but i’m okay! i’m at momo’s, you respond before following momo through the door.

quietly, you take a moment to observe momo’s room. it’s cozy, photos adorning the walls along with a bunch of figurines momo must like. there are a few drawings hung on the walls, too, and if you lean in, you can see on each of them a signature that looks kind of like momo’s name.

before you can get a closer look, though, momo’s running her fingers down your arm, pressing feather-light kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. you turn and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a proper kiss as she settles her hands along your waist. she kisses you with vigor, smiling as you respond just as fervently. she pushes you lightly, the backs of your knees hitting her mattress, making you fall backwards onto the bed. she makes quick work of your clothes, pulling your top and pants off as she kisses down your skin. momo takes her shirt off and you stare at her muscular arms and abs in reverence. your jaw drops when she pulls off her bra next; her boobs are actually perfect. it’s like she’s not even real. she smirks as she pulls her pants down her legs and kicks them to the floor, shaking you from your daze. then she crawls back on top of you, leaves another hickey on your chest, strokes your hair.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just tell me.” her voice is gentle but insistent, and you nod.

“same here,” you respond, and she sends you a little smile that’s entirely too cute for her own good.

she undoes the clasp of your bra, throws it somewhere to the side and momo descends immediately, full lips around your nipple, sucking hard and assertive, the other one rolled between two fingers. after you begin panting, she switches sides, makes sure to pay attention to both of your breasts as you let out lewd moans and sighs.

you lose yourself like that for a while as she pleasures your tits before eventually she removes her mouth from your chest, shifts up a little, grinds down on your thigh—you can feel the heat from between her legs, the soaked fabric of her panties pressing down onto your skin. you let out a whine.

“you sound so pretty for me, baby,” momo breathes into your collarbone. she sucks a dark hickey at the base of your throat. you moan again, the sound vibrating against momo’s lips. you let your hand drift down towards her clothed core, rubbing circles against the wet spot on her panties. she lets out a whimper, and you push her a little so she sits up. you easily pull her panties off, let them fall to the floor. you use your fingers to tease at her folds, coating them in her slick. you start to rub circles on her clit and she lets out a series of breathy, high-pitched whines. you keep going like that for a while, momo pulling you down to make out with her as you stimulate her clit. soon, momo’s body is shaking. “i need your fingers in me, y/n,” she chokes out.

you hum. “ask me nicely.”

“please, y/n. please fuck me with your fingers.” you lick your lips and nod.

you start by easing one finger inside her, thrusting in and out until she’s whimpering softly. then, you add another finger, curling them both upwards as you sink them into her pussy, caressing her g-spot. momo groans, low and sensual, as you start to fuck into her with your fingers. with each thrust, your palm makes contact with her clit, and eventually her head starts to loll back, loud moans rising out of her mouth.

you think you could get addicted to this—her sounds, her heat, her pleasure. it’s enough to get you dripping.

“i’m gonna cum,” momo gasps out. “oh, fuck—i’m—”

you nearly cum when her orgasm takes over, grunts and whines falling from her lips as she shudders and gushes onto your fingers. you slow down, rub at her clit gently a few times before eventually pulling your fingers out. you shove them into momo’s mouth. “suck,” you command, and she does so immediately, tongue flicking around your digits. “good girl.” you take your fingers out and immediately pull her into a kiss, licking into her mouth and tasting her cum on her tongue, sweet and tangy and a little salty.

yeah, you could definitely get addicted to this.

for a while, you kiss her like that, her heavy breathing eventually evening out as she recovers from her climax. slowly, momo slides her hand downwards, stopping at the edge of your panties. she circles the hem of your underwear, presses a kiss into your neck again. your breath catches in your throat. you’re positively soaked. momo moves down, settles between your thighs. she kisses at the wetness on your panties, reaches up, pulls them down your legs, over your thighs, tosses them away from the bed. she kisses your clit and you whimper. you look down and oh—she makes eye contact with you, smirks, licks into your slit, collecting your slick on her warm tongue.

momo sucks at your clit just as unrelentingly as she had your nipple, and you’ve always been so sensitive. you’re moaning, breath ragged, body shaking as momo licks at your cunt.

you’re so drenched, momo easily slips two fingers in and starts pumping them in and out. the feeling of her fingers curling into your g-spot makes you gasp, and she keeps darting her tongue against your clit, licking against your labia, spreading your wetness around her mouth. you moan loudly and your hands fall to grip at her head, grasping into her hair.

you let out a strangled, “oh fuck, momo, oh my god—” as her fingers fuck into you, tongue licking broadly against your folds and flicking against your clit. her lips wrap around your bud and she sucks, the sensation sending you over the edge. “momo, i’m gonna cum, ’m gonna—fuck—”

your body goes slack as you cum powerfully, momo still lapping at your folds, sucking around your clit and thrusting her fingers into you. eventually, she pulls away, lets you lay there as you recover, brushes your hair out of your face. she gets up off the bed and says, “be right back.” then she’s rummaging through her drawers as you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath.

you notice her shadow looming over you when she returns. “so,” momo breathes out, tugging at your hair. you let out a whimper. “i have something else i’d like to try with you, if you’re up for it?” you open your eyes and look at her, see the harness and pink silicone dildo in her hands. instantly, you sit up and surge towards her, kissing her desperately. she pulls away with a laugh and says, “i’ll take that as a yes, then.”

before you know it, you’re face down on the bed, on your hands and knees, elbows resting on her pillow, back arched and legs spread. momo runs her hands down your back as you shiver, grips your left hip, uses her other hand to rub the tip of the shaft along your dripping slit. she teases you leisurely and you quickly begin to grow impatient. you whine pathetically, “more. i need all of you. please, momo.”

momo’s mouth quirks up in satisfaction. “you’re a greedy little whore, huh?” but she complies, places the head against your pussy, pushes the tip in, doesn’t wait for you to adjust and slides the length all the way into you in one movement. you grasp tightly at the sheets beneath you, letting out a low moan. momo slowly pulls out, looks smug at the slickness spread along the strap, pushes back inside you with a giggle. she pulls out again, repeats the action, thrusting harder and quicker each time, hands gripping your ass firmly. she’s found a good rhythm and she lets out a deep groan. you feel yourself clench at the sound, thighs quivering as pleasure surges throughout you.

she continues to fuck into you deeply until eventually your arms begin to give out; she slows momentarily, pulls out completely, grabs your hips and flips you over so you’re on your back, staring up at her. she lines up the dildo against your cunt again, buries the shaft in you, but she doesn’t move. instead, she smirks down at you as you begin to whimper desperately.

“what is it, baby? use your words.”

“momo,” you gasp out, “please move, please.”

she tilts her head. you’re squirming, trying to fuck yourself on her dick, but momo’s strong, holding you in place, preventing you from finding your own pleasure. “beg properly,” she drawls, “and maybe i’ll think about it.”

“will you please move, momo? i’ll do anything, baby, please, i need your cock so bad,” you cry. “please fuck me, please i’ll be such a good slut for you, momo, just please move, please.”

“how cute,” she coos before she starts fucking you at the same pace as before, hitting hard and deep inside you every time. you’re gasping and grunting each time she thrusts, her round eyes shining in amusement as she stares down at you. you eventually break eye contact when you glance at her body.

the sight of momo’s toned abs and round tits glistening with a thin layer of sweat nearly makes you lose your mind, and you claw desperately at her arms. she starts rubbing at your clit with one hand, the other holding you down securely by your waist. the combined stimulation sends you into overdrive, and your breath hitches, vision begins to blur, body shakes frantically with momo’s name falling from your lips repeatedly as your orgasm ripples through every part of you.

as you come down from your high, momo slips out of you, making you exhale sharply as you adjust to the loss. you feel completely wrecked, pussy raw and sore from the intensity of momo’s actions. she quickly leaves to bring you some towels and a glass of water. she returns with a soft expression; the two of you lay together as she gently, carefully wipes you down. you sip at your water gratefully, finishing the entire glass, but you can feel fatigue engulfing your body. she practically carries you to the bathroom, where she lends you a spare toothbrush and leaves you to use the toilet. when you’re finished, she really does pick you up this time, setting you gently on her bed, pulling the sheets up over your body. you barely manage to whisper out a “thank you” before you’re passed out, surrounded by momo’s scent and breathing peacefully. momo just smiles, tucks your hair behind your ear, presses a soft kiss against your forehead. as you fall into a deep slumber, she gets up, folds your clothes and puts them in a tote bag, finds your phone. noticing your almost-dead battery, she plugs it into a spare charger. then she crawls into bed next to you, turns off her light, and falls asleep to the soothing rise and fall of your chest next to her.

you roll over, eyes sticky with exhaustion and haziness. your body aches, and you reach a heavy hand out to find your phone. you feel around for a few moments before your phone is pushed gently into your hand. startled, you blink a few times and sit up.

momo lays next to you, body half-covered by the sheets, lips cut into a smirk. “good morning,” she husks quietly. “sleep well?” you stare at her for a moment. you’re aware that you’re both still naked, and you try not to think about her flawless chest and delicious abs.

“uh, good morning. yes. yeah. uh, i… i did. did you?” your brain feels all jumbled and looking at momo doesn’t seem to help.

“sure did,” she drawls with a grin, all teeth and rosy cheeks. “your phone’s being blowing up all morning, by the way.” you look down at the device and unlock the screen. your notifications are flooded with missed calls and texts from your friends—sana and chaeyoung’s names seem to take up the majority of them. noticing the time, your eyes widen comically.

“holy shit,” you breathe, head snapping up to look at momo. “uh… fuck. i am so sorry.”

her head tilts, adorably confused. “what for?” she shifts forward, reaching for your torso. she tugs at you a little until she’s snuggled against your body, burying her head into your side and wrapping an arm around your midsection.

“uh.” it seems to be your favorite word this morning. “for staying here so long? i didn’t mean to fall asleep here, i swear.” momo just laughs softly and closes her eyes.

“i don’t mind,” she sighs into your skin. your heart starts to beat a little faster.

“are you sure?”

she hums. “yeah. i even made breakfast, if you’re ready to eat. i wouldn’t have done that if i weren’t okay with you staying here.” her tone is teasing, but you can feel the sincerity in her voice. it makes you blush.

you squeak, “you made breakfast?”

“mm,” she responds. “just before you woke up. should still be warm. you still like waffles, yeah?”

“uh,” you repeat. you mentally kick yourself—where is your eloquence? “waffles are… good. hey, is sana here? and nayeon?”

her lips twitch. “would i have made breakfast naked if they were?” you turn bright red. “nayeon decided to head over to jeongyeon’s last night,” momo continues, “and dahyun took sana home with her and tzuyu. neither of them will be back until later.”

“oh, okay,” you exhale. “right. so, uh…” you don’t quite know how to say the words.

“hey, if you’re worried about this ruining our friendship,” momo starts, fiddling with her fingers, “we don’t have to make it anything more than just a hookup. we don’t even have to mention it again, if you’d like. i don’t mind. it’s your call.”

instantly, you flush, embarrassed that she’s read you so easily. “i’m sorry,” you say quickly. “it’s just—last night was incredible, beyond incredible, and you were so good, really, but i just don’t want this to make things weird between us. you’re one of my best friends and i like being with you, you know?” stop talking, you think. momo raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but continue, “not like that—or, well, maybe like that, if that’s something you want, because i definitely wouldn’t be opposed.” oh my god, stop! talking! your cheeks are hot and you look down at the floor.

momo lets out a laugh and reaches for your hand, prompting you to look back up at her. “y/n, it’s okay. i’m not, like, offended or anything. i totally get it. i’d never want to jeopardize our friendship, either. but it doesn’t have to make things weird. because i also like being with you, whether it ends like it did last night or not. no pressure. we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. we can just go with the flow.” she sends you a comforting smile. “how about we eat breakfast now? before it goes cold.”

“sure,” you agree, “but i might need help walking over there.”

momo’s proud smirk that follows replays in your mind even weeks later.

when you’d come home the day after jihyo’s kickback, chaeyoung had asked about your sleepover at momo’s, but she didn’t seem to think much of it. miraculously, none of the girls had noticed the array of hickeys that momo had left all over your body, or wondered why you’d spent the rest of the weekend entirely in bed, only moving to get ready.

before you’d left her apartment that day, you’d mustered up the courage to lean in to kiss her, and momo had closed the distance before saying goodbye sweetly. you’d given in and texted momo not even two hours later, and ever since then, you’ve been chatting back and forth with the older girl, messages flirtier than they’ve ever been, tension accumulating as the weeks go by. you see momo a lot when you hang out with your friends, and nobody seems to think anything of it when she intertwines her fingers with yours or pulls you into frequent hugs, hands gripping at your waist. you hang out with her alone, too, though it’s all been completely friendly so far, with only your texts to insinuate there might be something else between you. you won’t say it to her, but you really wouldn’t mind if she just kissed you sometimes, or edged you in the bathroom during lunch, maybe.

on one morning, between classes, you go for coffee with her and sana—invitation extended by momo followed by a mouthwatering mirror pic of her, post-workout, abs gleaning with sweat and thumb hooked into the front of her joggers, along with the message working on my stamina. needless to say, you’d nearly forgotten about the coffee entirely.

“you guys seem to have gotten really close recently,” sana remarks as momo goes to pick up your orders. the two of you sit at a table, observing the oldest girl as she thanks the barista and starts to carry the tray back over to you.

“well, we were close before,” you say, trying to not sound too affected. “but i guess we have been hanging out a lot more recently.” momo takes her seat then, passing out your drinks and pastries. sana just hums and fails to hide a smile behind her cold brew. you cough.

before you head to your next class, sana pulls you aside as momo’s tossing away your trash. “just so you know,” she whispers, “i think you should go for it. if you like her, i mean. you’re totally momo’s type.”

before you can respond, momo’s standing in front of you, doe eyes sparkling as she swings her bag over her shoulder. sana winks at you.

you bid them both goodbye and make your way to class. it’s kind of funny—the entire time, all you can think about is sana saying you’re totally momo’s type. you try to ignore how the thought sets your skin on fire.

you have statistics class with tzuyu, jihyo, and momo every tuesday and thursday at 10 a.m.

only now, you start to notice momo—she always sits at the end of the row next to tzuyu, while you sit in between tzuyu and jihyo. momo’s quietly immersed in her phone most of the time. she doesn’t really take notes, or even listen to your professor. in fact, whenever your eyes find her, she’s always staring into space or typing something on her phone. sometimes you catch her with her notebook open and pencil scrawling something across the pages, but you can see she’s just doodling. you wonder what her grade is. after all, you spend half your time in this class playing games and texting with tzuyu, and the both of you are barely clinging to a low B as it is. jihyo, on the other hand, is always focused—her hard-earned A is the reflection of her determination and work ethic.

you subtly begin to switch seats with tzuyu so you can sit next to momo. tzuyu doesn’t really seem to notice or care, but one day, after a couple weeks, jihyo asks you about it as you slide into a seat, five minutes early for class.

“why are you sitting there?”

“huh?” you say smartly, pulling out your notebook and pencil. jihyo does the same, but she gives you a look.

“tzuyu usually sits next to momo. what, you don’t like sitting next to me anymore?”

“oh! no, that’s not it. uh, i guess i just didn’t notice.” you hope it comes out as casual as possible. jihyo gives you another look, which you ignore, and pulls out her stuff, settling into her seat.

“momo! hey!” at jihyo’s words, you nearly break your neck looking up so quickly. jihyo tries to stifle a guffaw.

“hey jihyo,” momo glances towards you and her eyes sparkle more brightly. “hi, y/n.”

“hi momo,” you reply breathlessly. again, you pay no mind to the giant grin jihyo’s sending your way.

momo drops into the seat next to you, scoots a little closer to you, her leg brushing against yours. your breath falters slightly. jihyo suppresses a cackle; you ignore her resolutely. “are you guys ready for the test next week?”

“wait, there’s a test next week?” you squeak.

“hey, you should’ve been paying attention,” jihyo tsks. “i invited you the other day to come to my study session. at least tzuyu actually showed up.”

“well, we can still study until the test,” momo offers. she glances at you. “y/n, what do you think?”

“oh, uh,” you look at momo. “sure. i could use the extra help. i mean, tzuyu and i…” you peek over at jihyo sheepishly. “well, yeah. i could use the extra help.” momo lets out a laugh and you blush.

jihyo rolls her eyes. “oh, now you want to study together? hey, you missed your chance.”

you wince. “sorry about that again. it’s just… well, i just didn’t feel like studying.” momo can’t help but giggle again at that. secretly, you’re preening inside at the sound.

“you can study with me,” momo leans closer to you. you stare at her, brain faltering at her close proximity. “i might not be a genius like jihyo, but i’m good. good enough to have an A, at least.”

you’re about to respond when tzuyu hurls herself into the seat between you and jihyo. “hey guys! did i miss anything?”

“hey tzuyu,” momo looks at her. “no, not yet. we were just saying we should study together again before the unit test, maybe next week?” you all agree and begin to make plans, but quickly quiet down when you notice the professor walk in.

the entire lecture, all you can focus on is momo—momo’s leg, pressed against your own—momo’s fingers, tapping every so often along the desk—momo’s perfume, something sweet and citrusy and a little powdery—momo’s jawline, sharp and gorgeous—momo’s eyes, huge and twinkling—

you don’t even notice when class ends, only registering it when momo’s standing up to leave, waggling her fingers teasingly at you as she exits the hall. jihyo and tzuyu gesture for you to hurry up and gather your things. you look down at your notebook, page completely empty save for the words stop staring at me in momo’s cute handwriting scrawled next to a heart.

jihyo and tzuyu exchange a look as you stare at the paper. when you peer up at them, jihyo just laughs. tzuyu rolls her eyes but sends a soft expression towards you. you suddenly feel very dizzy.

you’d spent the week trying to study to prepare for your statistics test, but you didn’t seem to get very far. now, you’re standing in front of momo’s door, textbook in hand with your bag slung over your shoulder as you knock gently.

jihyo and tzuyu had chosen to study on their own, with jihyo ultimately deciding that you would be too distracting for tzuyu to focus if you were together. she’d offered to study with you separately, but you’d instead jumped at the chance to ask momo to study with you. jihyo hadn’t tried to convince you otherwise, just giving you a knowing wink, and momo was more than happy to say yes.

the door opens to reveal a barefaced momo, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, doe eyes blinking at you behind big round glasses, fluffy hair falling softly around her face. your heart bursts at the sight. she beams at you before pulling you into a hug, shutting the door behind you.

“hey, you,” she greets you fondly. “ready to study, buddy?” you roll your eyes but laugh anyway.

“i guess,” you respond. “but to be completely honest, i’m pretty lost on this whole unit. and not just because i usually spend half of lecture beating tzuyu at candy crush.” momo raises an eyebrow at that. “i mean, i’m not stupid or anything, but it kinda just doesn’t click for me. just to warn you.”

momo just shrugs, gives you a comforting smile. “that’s okay. i’m pretty patient.”

you follow her to her room and you settle on the floor, pulling out your materials. for a while, you’re determined and fully concentrated on your studies. momo’s not wrong: she’s extremely patient, and the way she explains things is direct and simple, and somehow, things start to fall into place, and you grasp the concepts from the unit fairly quickly.

but after a couple hours, your focus begins to waver, and you find yourself incredibly distracted by the slope of momo’s nose, the mole on her neck, the rosiness of her cheeks—

“you’re staring,” momo singsongs, breaking your train of thought. her mouth is configured in a lopsided grin. you blink. “again.”

“sorry,” you say, not feeling very sorry at all. “you’re just really… you know. pretty.”

“i’m pretty?” she smirks at you, leans into your personal space. you nod dumbly and she giggles. she tilts her head forward to capture your lips in a kiss, and you can’t help but sigh. despite her flirty behavior, it’s been almost two months since you’d last kissed, since you’d spent the night with her after jihyo’s party, and you missed it. you missed her.

the two of you collapse onto her bed and kiss lazily for a while; you relish in her gentle touches and natural beauty. she’s so pretty. she’s certainly handsome, too, you think. she’s honestly just the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. her lips are soft and full, dragging lightly along your jawline before she nips at your throat. you whimper quietly as momo bites down on you again.

statistics long forgotten, you take your top off, toss it to momo’s floor.

momo’s plump lips are pressing hot, wet kisses against the column of your neck. you try to keep your composure, but a guttural moan makes its way out of your mouth and you instantly flush red. momo pulls at your pants, tugging them and your panties down your legs.

momo eats you out until you’re trembling, chest heaving and nothing but moans and broken speech falling from your lips. her lips and chin glisten with your slick, but she just gives you a quick kiss before leaning back down and attaching her mouth around your clit again. you fall apart once, twice, three times—your clit throbs intensely, painfully, too sensitive to keep going. but you don’t tell her to stop, so momo doesn’t stop, and you really like that she doesn’t stop. by the time you’re shuddering your way into a seventh orgasm, you’re limp and mumbling incoherently. momo finally lets up, licks into your mouth instead, your own cum coating your tongue as she kisses you wetly, desperately.

you go home that night feeling complete—and momo completes you again and again and again for hours when you show up at her place a week later, a giant A displayed at the top of your statistics test.

you’re pretty sure you’re addicted to momo.

you hang out with the older girl constantly. you go to movies together, study together, eat meals together. you don’t even go out to parties anymore, unless it’s held by one of your friends, choosing to go out with momo instead. you can’t remember the last time you saw yooyeon or jiwon. it hardly matters when you’re settled between momo’s thighs, lips wrapped around her clit, the sweetness of her cum dancing along every corner of your mouth.

eventually, you’re ending every other night in momo’s room. it doesn’t always involve sex—really, you just feel like being around momo. it’s nice. momo certainly isn’t complaining.

she starts to keep a toothbrush for you in her bathroom, and your clothes begin to mix in with her own closet.

chaeyoung doesn’t text you asking when you’re coming home anymore. instead, she asks if you’re coming over. whenever you swing by what’s technically your apartment with momo in tow, chaeyoung beams hugely at you, gives you a wink or a thumbs up. it’s only mildly embarrassing.

you’ve never had a friend quite like momo—she’s in a league of her own. she’s easily the best hookup you’ve ever had. you feel lucky just to be friends with her.

you think about momo’s taut abs, the way her skilled tongue curls inside you, her incredible stamina. you think about her contagious laugh, her alarmingly loud sneezes, her focused expression when she’s cooking something in the kitchen. you like all of these things about momo. you decide that, yeah, momo feels right. your head starts to spin when you think about what that means.

it dawns on you that this was what you’d been feeling every time you think about momo—want, pure desire, love. you’ve never craved anything or anyone like this before. you never felt want like this, love like this—it never felt right, not unless it was momo.

you’re at dinner with jeongyeon when you finally get the bright idea to actually tell momo you love her.

really, it’s more like jeongyeon hands you the idea on a silver platter.

“you seem happy,” jeongyeon says before biting into a dumpling.

you hum. “i am happy,” you say, not at all surprised to find your thoughts immediately drifting to momo. you begin to space out a bit as you think about all your recent memories with her; it’s not just the sex that’s good, but she makes you feel alive. when you’re with her, you forget about the rest of the world. it feels good to be around her. even just thinking about momo makes you feel at ease, content.

jeongyeon smiles at you, eyes softening. “so you and momo made it official then?”

that jolts you out of your reverie.

“momo—official—we aren’t—what?” you splutter incredulously. you stare at jeongyeon. she just blinks at you.

“you and momo,” she repeats, slower this time. “aren’t you guys, like, dating?” she says it so casually, in between bites of meat—you feel like the world has stopped spinning. “did she finally ask you to be her girlfriend?”

“momo and i are not dating,” you choke out nervously. “where in the world did you get that idea?”

jeongyeon stops chewing, swallows haltingly. “you’re kidding, right?” she sits up straighter, looks you in the eyes. “you guys aren’t subtle. like, at all. you know, we’re polite, not blind. those hickeys aren’t invisible, and you only got away with faking sick so many times before it tipped us off that something was up. plus, you’re always looking at each other with heart eyes. it’s kind of sickening, actually.”

you sit in silence as you absorb this. after a beat, you croak, “so, all of you… know about the sex?” she nods. “i see. well, honestly, i love her. but i’m worried that she’s not there yet.”

jeongyeon looks at you. “y/n, i’m pretty sure everyone knows that momo loves you. like, i’m not kidding, but she’s had a crush on you since you met. just ask sana. she’s been playing wingwoman for momo for months and it was like you were completely blind until the first time you and momo kissed. you know sana called me that night, drunk in dahyun’s bed, both of them shouting at me to start planning the wedding? mina helps momo pick out outfits for your dates. nayeon buys extra groceries because you practically live at their apartment now, and don’t think chaeyoung hasn’t noticed that. don’t even get me started on the updates jihyo and tzuyu send every week.” she decides to make it very clear to you. “momo talks nonstop about you, and the sex isn’t even a quarter of her rambling.” she rolls her eyes, but her lips stretch into a tender smile.

“oh. i guess i should probably do something about this, huh?” you rub your fingers at your neck as jeongyeon just rolls her eyes again.

“yeah,” she responds. “make it simple and just tell her ‘i love you.’”

you unlock momo’s room when you return from dinner and march up to momo, who’s laying on her bed, listening to music and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. “i love you,” you say to her, feeling completely breathless. she sits up, looks extremely confused, but smiles blindingly at you. “i’m sorry i didn’t say it sooner.” you pause. “all of our friends seem to be under the impression that you love me back, so…” you trail off shyly.

“well, they’re not wrong,” she laughs out. “i do love you back.” you’re blushing, but momo just reaches towards you, pulls you onto her bed next to her. “no need to be sorry, by the way. i told you i was patient.”

that night, you see stars over and over and over as you and momo make love for hours until you’re both ready to pass out.

when your eyes finally shut, the last thing you register before you drift to sleep is momo whispering against your lips, “i love you.” and you think love might just be your new favorite word in the world.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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fluff, hints at a fight that happened so minimal hurt/comfort, sooo much swearing, ooc rin bc he's so hard to write wtf he has a personality of an apple but i love him <3

it’s 2 am.

it’s 2 am and someone is knocking on your door like a madman.

you were simply trying to catch some shut eye, exhausted from a day of grieving and almost breaking down into tears on several occasions. the accumulation of a shitty day, a stressful deadline, and the massive fight you had with your boyfriend, itoshi rin, two days ago, really committed to keeping your day melancholic at best. sleep was everything you needed right now, both for its regenerative and escapist purposes.

yet again, you really cannot catch a break from the spite of the universe because it is out of rage that you find yourself walking towards your front door; an anger that dissipates when you see who it is on the other side.

1/3 of the reason why your day sucked. your painfully beautiful boyfriend.

the argument you had with rin was left open-ended on whether the relationship should continue or not. to you, it seemed as though both parties were at different opinions, with you wanting to maintain what you had. after two days of not responding to your texts, you suppose that that had been a short way of answering the ambiguity.

willingly, although reluctantly, you open the door, preparing to end something that you were not ready to let go.

he’s sweaty and he’s panting. did he run up the stairs or something, why is he so puffed? how is he so pretty despite that?

“hey,” you begin, feeling small in his presence. rin bores through you with his teal eyes, not saying anything. you cringe at the silence.

“i appreciate the effort but y’know, if you wanted to make our breakup official couldn’t you have done it at a reasonable hour, rin?”

his eyes narrow at that statement, betraying his usually stoic expression with furrowed brows and an agape mouth. confused. he’s confused, but you don’t see any of it because you find the floor more interesting than your boyfriend (?).

with a deep inhale, you just decide to go for it. if he’s not going to declare it, then you will. “look, rin, maybe you’re right, if this relationship is holding you back then maybe it is best we-“

“-the olive theory.”

“excuse me?”

the first words this man utters to you after two days… is the olive theory?

the dark-haired continues. “the olive theory, we’re- we’re supposed to be compatible.”

you are way over your head right now. did you even wake up? is this a dream? why is your, usually all-straight-talk, boyfriend talking to you about the olive theory at 2am, stammering whilst doing so? what kind of hallucination is this?

“rin, what?”

“i like olives, you hate them, we’re meant to work, and i don’t think i can continue on like this.”

you blink once, twice, three times before pointing at him. “you’re telling me that we’re compatible, yet in the same sentence, telling me that we should break up?”

"i didn’t want to break up?”

“but you just said you can’t continue on like this, what else do you mean?” your voice is at a hushed whisper at best, and although you wanted to raise it louder, you fear that your neighbours would not be happy.

“i meant that i can’t continue on without you!”

silence.

“i’ve become so co-dependent on you that i fucking hate it. i can’t fucking function without you, even that fuckhead isagi knows that i’m off and it’s all because of you. it’s only been two fucking days and i’m not landing 60% of my goals, i’m not receiving 20% of my passes correctly, and i keep tripping over myself, you’re ruining me, y/n.”

the flurry of emotions within you triples, and you’re so flabbergasted that no words can escape your mouth. truthfully, you can't think straight, but if you could, the words would fizzle out in your throat before they even saw the light of day.

“if i have to suffer any more of this stupid silence between us then i might kill a bitch. that bitch being the antennae freak.”

even more silence, and rin is practically begging you with his gaze to say something. funnily enough, the next thing you murmur is out of reflex: “don’t say that about shidou.”

he groans. “if i didn’t love you, i would choke you right now.” wow, itoshi rin has a way with words.

the threat causes you to crack a smile. “well, good thing you love me,” you mutter whilst grabbing him by the wrists to pull him inside your apartment. “and it’s a good thing i love you too.”

“well no shit, we’ve been in a relationship for-“

“-shut up and kiss me, you smooth talker.”

the soccer player smirks in amusement before leaning forward, closing the physical and metaphorical space between you, soothing the heartache with gentle touches and a fervent need to love one another.

༊* BONUS:

“why are you here at 2 am? i thought you, of all people, would be fast asleep.”

“tried to, can’t sleep without you- you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

you smile fondly as he hooks an arm around you waist, collapsing into you as a way of saying that he doesn’t mean his rough words. “so i’m just another bedwarmer?” you ask teasingly.

he grumbles a ‘tch’, digging his nose into your nape. “you’re an idiot.”

“thank you, love. speaking of bedwarming, can we go to sleep?” perfectly paired with a yawn, rin looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes before dragging you down the memorised path to your bedroom.

once there, he wastes little time in dragging you into the sanctuary of your bed, and you let out a sigh of content when rin turns off the lights and pulls the covers up. instinctively, your hands retreat to his hair, carding through them.

he’s holding you close, hands resting protectively around your waist.

“we have a lot to talk about in the morning, but did you not get any of my texts?”

“you texted?”

“…yeah?”

“oh yeah, i remember now that i blocked you after our fight.”

you mercilessly smother him with your pillow.

#this was shitty- but if you enjoyed feel free to reblog !!!!! 😁😁😁#i'm so tired and sleepy #i can't be fucked to tag this #but i will #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you

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darlingmisa · 1 year

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Do you think you could write about Sevika taking the reader to get her wisdom teeth out? I’ve been seeing a lot of peoples videos on yt. Plus I would dieeeee to see sevika trying to take care of the reader drugged out. Love your stuff btw!!<3

Anesthesia HCs | Sevika

Modern sev bc i said so and it works better in my brain that way <3 also based a lot of things on when I woke up from anesthesia

wc: 426

≫ Before the whole procedure, she’d definitely try to calm your nerves a little bit. She’d play some of your favorite music in the car ride there and pretty much do anything to distract you from focusing on what was coming

≫ Same thing in the waiting room, holding your hand and simply keeping a fun lighthearted conversation, telling you to “focus on her” the entire time.

≫ When you get called back, she’s coming back with you, no argument about it. Not that you would ever argue. She’s still holding your hand, just a little tighter this time as she can see you getting more nervous with each step you take.

≫ Of course, she’s not allowed back with you to the OR, so in the time you’re away, she’s planning on how to help you feel better when you wake up. She tries not to show it but she’s a little worried too.

≫ Sevika definitely finds you absolutely hilarious when you finally do wake up, and she’s absolutely taking multiple videos and pictures too. She also finds it cute how your words slur a little and your sentences hardly make any sense when she can actually understand them.

≫ However Sevika absolutely hates it whenever you start crying. She does her best to comfort you and stop the ever flowing tears but it doesn’t do much and she might get a little lost. Especially when you start crying about how you miss her, even though she’s right there holding your hand.

≫ After you two leave she’s giving you anything you ask for. Cuddles? Done. A movie that she absolutely hates? She’s watching it anyway. A nap together? She’s carrying you to the bed before you can even finish asking.

≫ Once you’re able to eat again, she’s making or buying everything you’re craving. It doesn’t matter to her if it’s something crazy, like ice cream for breakfast or pizza from down the street at 2am. She’s getting it for you.

≫ And best believe she’s already stocked up on every pain med you’ll need. Something light or something strong, she bought everything already. She’ll even take a moment to gently massage your jaw if you mention it’s sore or stiff.

≫ Absolutely won't let you out of her sight until you’re completely recovered. She just really loves taking care of you, and will absolutely go the extra mile when she gets the chance.

#sevika arcane #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #arcane #sevika headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #sevika fanfic

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shdwwlkrsblog · 2 years

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Some Naruto boys late nights gn!reader

A/n: idk what to think of this

Naruto-Masterlist

Requests open

Warning : none ,

Characters: tobirama , madara , hashirama , Kakashi

Tobirama

-he stays up till 2am every night and you can't stop him but you can keep him company (after you had a 10 min 'argument' about your sleep schedule being fucked up ) and get him to have a break

-he really appreciates it but doesn't really show it

- if you're busy he stays up with you helps you , makes you tea and gives cuddle breaks (you often fall asleep and he uses that to make you stop working for that night)

Bonus random hc

- don't make Deez nuts jokes with him he will be grumpy for a while

- but he made a Deez nuts joke once with Madara (he told you about it trying to not laugh too much) and till this day Tobirama laughs about it if he remembers Madaras shocked face

Madara

- he rarely goes to bed before 1am and often you find him being totured by headaches and half asleep at his desk

- he is a late night owl , enjoys taking night walks.

-but doesnt enjoy staying up because of work . However with you keeping him company? It's much less a torture for him

-Madara becomes softer at night time and you'll notice it in his voice and how he speaks to you

-since he's a night owl I can see him staying up late on 'free' days too but then mostly just cuddling with you (or more , who knows?)

-if you stay up late hell keep you company . Like totally. 100% sure hell be there with ya

-tries to convince you to take a break or, if that didnt work, to share your works with him

-it's because he loves ya he keeps you company (and a bit bc he cant skeep without you)

Hashirama

It's rare he stays up late tbh but when he does he needs so much coffee

Still falls asleep around 1am

He will try to get you to keep him company even if it's late. He just wants to spend time with ya

- you'll have to remind him to get a break

-does not like night walks . He thinks anything could jump from any corner .(even a bird scared him)

-he would try to keep you company when you're working late but he often falls asleep

-for example : you sat on his lap while working on your papers when you felt weight slowly increasing on your shoulder and noticed hashirama fell asleep with his head on your shoulder

Kakashi

Hes an overthinker at night ig , overthinking more traumas and stuff so please keep this poor boy company

He does like night walks and stargazing with you but hes always a bit prepared someone might attack you both

As hokage he is busy till late night hours and hes more than glad when you keep him company

He does the same for you and doesnt fall asleep till you do (please dont pull an allnighter hes stubborn enough to go with it and just not sleep) mostly giving you compliments or here and now kissing your neck or whatever part he reaches

Cuddly as hell and it's the best thing

You might not do your work perfectly but atleast you're having the best cuddles

His voice will make you tired (God he sounds so calming at night and at day)

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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I made a huge mistake almost a whole year ago and I still think about it all of the time.

I was working with this new staff member… and I did the worst thing anyone could do and assumed their pronouns… I was using the wrong pronouns for weeks until my sister told me that they go by they/them. When she told me that my entire heart shattered. I felt like the biggest asshole ever. How could I, a member of the lgbtqia+ community fuck up that badly. I felt horrible and of course I still do.! (No one knows I’m queer so I also feel like now they think I’m transphobic and/or homophobic)

I wanted to apologise but then I felt like I’d be making up excuses for myself and I’m also like really socially awkward so I didn’t end up saying anything.

The thing is, I still feel so horrible about it and I guess that’s a good thing bc at least I know that I care about being respectful but it just really sucks that I was misgendering someone for so long and didn’t realise the harm I could have been causing them.

I’m so sorry to be ranting to you at 2am but I genuinely don’t think I’ll ever get over this and I just needed to speak about it to someone.

Ps- I am the agender questioning anon and so thank you so much for helping me with that… I think I’m starting to understand myself so much more now!

So much love to you Cas, I hope you have the most amazing day! 🫶🏼

Hi love!

woah woah woah. Take a breath <3

Here's the thing. Yeah, it sucks to be misgendered. and yeah, in a perfect world, we should ask people for their pronouns every time we meet them.

But here's the thing: that's not reality. Why?

It's not always safe to ask for/share pronouns. There are many situations where I, myself, don't feel comfortable asking someone's pronouns or sharing my own. So I assume. And unfortunately, that means I get misgendered and so do other people. But my safety and the safety of others is first and foremost.

Also, it's a habit to get into, to ask people for their pronouns, even when they might present in a way that makes you assume. Habits are difficult to form, and sometimes a mistake like this helps you become more eager to form them.

And here's the thing: you did the EXACT RIGHT THING by not making a big deal of it when you found out and (I'm assuming) just using the right pronouns from then on. You didn't put that person in a weird situation and now they're being gendered correctly.

Let me give you an example that will hopefully make you feel better:

I have been wearing a pin on my lanyard at work for five months now with my pronouns. I work with about a hundred adults. Guess how many people use my pronouns? ONE.

Until the other day.

All of a sudden, my coworker started referring to me with my pronouns. And I was SO EXCITED! She didn't have to give an apology. She just needed to start respecting my identity.

All this to say: yes, it sucks to be misgendered, and in a perfect world we should never assume. But you're still LEARNING and if you've corrected yourself and do your best to do better from now on then, as long as this coworker is a decent person, they aren't mad. I promise!

Sending you lots of love and also maybe some forgiveness for yourself. <333

#ask #asks #ask cas

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milfbrennan · 5 months

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yellowjackets main characters sexuality headcanons

because I'm bored, it's 2am and i'm cold, wee! <3

jackie: repressed lesbian. so far in the closet she's reached narnia. in love with shauna but feels the need to be into men because ... heteronormativity

shauna: I DONT KNOW. i used to say bisexual with a preference for women, but now i think she might be a lesbian and is only with jeff because of guilt over jackie. break up so bad you end up marrying this fucking guy and rp-ing about being his customer?... help

I think this one is genuinely up to interpretation bc she fucks adam out of boredom, and it's like... if she's doing it bc she's bored, well... doesn't count as attraction. But maybe she liked adam before stabbing him to death lol idk! it depends

nat: most bisexual bisexual to have ever bisexualed. i don't know how anyone could ever think otherwise. i fear being into travis is a struggle in itself tho <3 poor nat

lottie: you know how sapphics are known to be obsessed with the color purple? yeah... anyway (pan vibes)

misty: lesbian. GIRLKISSER. i'm so serious when i say comphet got this girl bad. like someone needs to link her the lesbian masterdoc asap so she doesn't feel the need to sleep w men for validation (and i say it w love)

tai / van: lesbians. you all know it. van is the poster child for non-binary lesbians (also they believe scully is too good for mulder... like bestie...i know what you are), and taissa is like... that one power hungry, driven lesbian. love that for these two <3

mari: oh, gay for sure. the way she goes "i have the best aim, jackie!!" when they find coach's body... gaygirl wants to impress the team captain (also my name is mari too and i am a lesbian so this tracks..). mad at misty bc she wants nat's attention

akilah: sad bisexual. she's too busy hanging out w a dead rat to think about it

kristen/crystal: unlabeled. is confused by misty's loser lesbian (un)appeal

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #lottie matthews #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #taissa turner #van palmer #mari yellowjackets #akilah yellowjackets #crystal yellowjackets #kristen yellowjackets

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braimrotting · 8 months

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opq tomorrow might actually send me into like cardiac arrest or smth bc I am so excited for it. it’s started like 2am for me last time so didn’t finish but I’m gonna try my best this time 🤞

it’s all I’ve been able to think about since the first episode 😭😭😭 luis.. jeffery I need u <333

#qsmp #opq

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jeysbvck · 2 years

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if you're lost, you can look (and you will find me)

A/N: the eddie munson brainrot is real! i started writing this at 2am on monday morning, and i've been working on it all week. i had a lot of ideas for this, and i had to take a lot out, so i might be doing a part 2, with more plot! thank you to @mayhem24-7forever, @rishlurh, @aprilfire18 & @talespinner230 for giving me a kick up the butt when i needed motivation and validation<3 not beta read because i'm impatient and didn't wanna wait any longer to post!

warnings: mention of parental death, marijuana use, language, angst, fluff (like full cheesy fluff), no s4 spoilers, it's basically a really self indulgent fic bc why the hell not?

word count: 3.5k

summary: It was a record of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, and your grin got wider, for no reason other than he had bought you a record, and maybe a little at the thought of Eddie Munson buying a Cyndi Lauper record. You turned the record over in your hands as you looked up at Eddie.

"Thanks Munson." You said, then you chuckled. "Why this song, though? I mean, it's a fucking great song, but..." You trailed off.

Eddie shrugged, a small blush creeping over his cheeks as he tried to hide behind his mass of curls and ringed hand.

"It just reminded me of you." He mumbled.

You had been at this party for an hour and you were already regretting the decision to come. You had allowed your friend, well, more accurately colleague, to drag you here, and within twenty minutes they had disappeared on you, leaving you completely alone at a high school party. So now here you were, smoking a blunt in a stranger's garden.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is this Y/N at a party?!"

Eddie Munson. He'd been your best friend since the beginning of high school when you ended up partnered up in Science. You quickly realized you had a lot in common and became inseparable. You both liked the same music, you both played Dungeons and Dragons, and you were both seen as freaks by most people in school. You weren't really friends anymore though, you had dropped out of school - and life - after your Dad's passing.

You rolled your eyes as you took the smoke into your lungs. "What's up Munson, you not babysitting tonight?" You asked as you exhaled.

"Ha ha, very funny. You know, some people would say it's adorable I'm friends with kids." Eddie replied and you sniggered.

"Others would say creepy." You said, and Eddie gasped as he joined you on the floor, your backs against the wall. You offered him the blunt and he took it from your fingers, thanking you as he took a long drag.

"I know you miss D&D." Eddie said while he held the smoke in his lungs. "You should join us, you know, for old times’ sake."

Mental images of you and Eddie playing Dungeons and Dragons filled you with so much nostalgia and a sense of happiness that seemed like a lifetime ago. You took another drag and blew the smoke out slowly.

"When are you gonna let go of the past, Munson? Things change. People change." You said with a shrug.

"Is that you trying to tell me you've changed?" Eddie asked, not even attempting to hide his laugh. You looked at him, with your head resting back on the wall and you raised your eyebrow at him. You watched as he took a drag of the blunt, before breathing the smoke out slowly, a surprisingly mesmerizing moment. Before your mind could take you to places you had avoided for months, Eddie spoke again.

"Okay, is your favorite band Fleetwood Mac?" Eddie asked.

"Of course."

"Is your favorite film A New Hope?" He asked, and you flicked your tongue over your lips as you smirked.

"Yep." You replied and he grinned.

"Oh really? Or is your favorite film actually Dirty Dancing?!" Eddie shouted, gleefully and you laughed.

"Dirty Dancing is a fantastic film with an incredible soundtrack!" You replied,

"Okay, okay, do you still have your teddy bear? What was its name...?"

"Mr. Fuzzy." You mumbled and Eddie cackled as he threw his head back against the wall. "What exactly are you trying to prove, Munson?"

"I thought it was obvious...that you haven't changed as much as you think you have." He replied, the blunt dangling in between his lips. You took it from his mouth and shook your head.

"Just because some things haven't changed, doesn't mean I haven't." You replied, defensively.

"Nah, you hide behind the walls you've built, but you're still the same person who loved Dungeons and Dragons and who used to hide behind a pillow when we watched horror films." Eddie said softly.

“Yeah well, I only watched them because you wanted to.” You revealed, and Eddie’s face softened, which is something you’d noticed happened pretty frequently when you spoke to each other.

You wished he was right, but he wasn't. You had let your trauma and grief consume you, you'd put a barrier between you and the world, including the only person you had left to care about, Eddie Munson. You knew that if you just opened up, Eddie wouldn't hesitate to be there for you; he'd done it before, after all. But you didn't want to be a burden, and honestly, you'd started to believe you were cursed. Everyone you ever loved; first your mother and now your dad, had died, and you as ridiculous as it was, had let the demons in your head convince you it was your fault.

"You don't know me anymore." You said to him, and he scoffed slightly.

"Whose fault is that?" He asked. You knew he didn't mean anything by it, but it struck a nerve. Of course, it did, you knew it was your fault.

"I'm gonna go." You said as you stubbed the end of the blunt against the wall, and you stood up. "Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Munson, really." You said, with a sad smile.

"See you around, Darling." He replied, and as you walked away, you couldn't help but smile at his use of his old nickname for you.

****

For the next two days, all you did was think about Eddie fucking Munson, and how he used that nickname. You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what he was trying to do, and it had worked. It had unlocked something inside you, something you'd kept successfully locked away for a year; and yet all it had taken was one god damn nickname.

As you made your weekly drive to The Hideout, you thought about the conversation that led to the nickname Eddie had come up with for you.

"I remind you of...Peter Pan?" Eddie spluttered. "The guy in the green tights? Is this supposed to be a nice way of telling me I need to grow up?"

"Well..." You replied before you giggled at his wide-eyed look. "I'm not, I promise! I just mean...well, you're daring and adventurous, you're charming and you're carefree, and I swear you're gonna be eternally youthful, just like Peter Pan! You explained.

Eddie pondered your reasonings before he grinned. "So, if I'm Peter Pan...does that make you my Wendy?" Eddie questioned.

"Wendy? I'm not Wendy!" You pouted. "I'm clearly Tinkerbell!"

"No, no, you're Wendy! You're caring, you're responsible, but when you're with me, you seem to relax, you're a little more wild and adventurous, just like Wendy!"

"I'm stubborn, constantly irritated, hot-tempered, and determined! Just like Tinkerbell!" You argued.

"Tinkerbell was also in love with Peter Pan, are you trying to tell me something with your comparison?"

"Wendy was his love interest too, Eddie."

"Okay, that's a fair point." Eddie chuckled. "You do bring up some good points, m'lady, but I stand by that you're Wendy."

"Ugh, I hate you." You mumbled, crossing your arms. Eddie laughed and flung his arm over your shoulders as he pulled you into his side.

"I know, Darling." He replied, and the blush on your cheeks and the feeling in your chest meant you didn't really mind being his Wendy.

You parked the car next to the back alley of the building and climbed out of it, waving to Tommy, the 40-something-year-old owner of The Hideout, who was smoking next to the dumpsters, seemingly hiding his habit from his wife of 15 years, Ruth.

"Hey, Trouble." He greeted you, pushing his greying hair out of his face. You'd known Tommy since you were 8, with him being best friends with your dad. You couldn't remember why he called you Trouble, but you didn't mind. It was the last little link to your dad that you had left. "How you doing?"

"I'm alright, are you hiding from Ruth?" You questioned, glancing pointedly at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Maybe a little bit." Tommy chuckled. "Are you still hiding from Eddie?"

Your cheeks started to flush, but you shook your head vehemently. "I'm not hiding from anyone."

Tommy's booming laugh echoed through the alleyway as he took a drag. "Well, just in case you are, he was loitering around the kitchen before."

"Thanks, Tommy." You said, with a smile as you opened the door. Then you stopped and turned to face him again. "You, uh- haven't told him, have you? That I come every week?"

"Not hiding from anyone, huh?" Tommy grinned. "Don't you worry Trouble, my lips are sealed. Although, you should talk to him. Take it from this old man, it'd mean a lot to Eddie."

"I'll think about it." You promised, earning a wink from Tommy before you headed inside. Luckily, you could hear the bands soundcheck as you walked through the kitchen, so there was no chance of bumping into Eddie, and you managed to slip in undetected.

You kept telling yourself that you didn't know why you'd stopped talking to Eddie, but you were lying to yourself. It was difficult -between your dad passing away and being forced out of the house you grew up in, and moving to the trailer park, and your rapidly growing feelings for Eddie - you felt truly alone for the first time in your life. Really, this should've brought you closer to Eddie; he lived in the trailer park and he was your friend, he'd been there for you before. Instead, you pulled away, distanced yourself, and used your grief as an excuse. It was a valid excuse, but an excuse all the same. You soon became a shell of the person you used to be, and you hated it; but you didn't want to be a burden to Eddie, and you were scared that if you let yourself be happy and move on, you'd forget your dad.

But on one Tuesday night, three months after you'd last seen Corroded Coffin play at The Hideout, you found yourself driving past after a shift at the animal shelter. Your curiosity got the better of you and you turned into the parking lot, entered the bar, and hid in the back. When you saw Eddie on stage, having the time of his life, your frozen heart began to melt. He looked like he completely belonged up there, and you realized how much you missed him. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to talk to him, so instead, every Tuesday night, you'd sneak through the kitchen, hide at the back of the bar in the shadows, then slip out before Eddie could see you. And when Eddie initiated conversation every so often, you never once brought it up.

Something about tonight was different, though. While watching Eddie on stage, you noticed he seemed distracted, looking into the crowd as if he was looking for someone specific. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd invited someone, if he had a crush or a girlfriend. You tried to ignore the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach, the feeling you recognized as jealousy. You and Eddie were barely friends, which was completely on you; you had no right to be jealous, and Eddie deserved happiness.

You sighed and slipped through the crowd, towards the kitchen door, making an early exit, but not before taking one last look at Eddie on the stage, who was scanning the crowd again, only this time, his eyes were planted on where you'd just been standing. As you turned out the door, you didn't see Eddie had noticed you as you left.

****

After a stressful day at the animal shelter, you were looking forward to a quiet night, but when you pulled up to your trailer and saw Eddie sitting on the steps waiting for you, you had a feeling a quiet day wasn't on the cards. You were puzzled though, he usually kept your interactions to - at the most - once a week, so this was unusual.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, slamming the car door behind you.

"I was having a smoke, and I knew you'd be home soon." He replied, jumping off the step, holding his hands behind his back.

"What, 'cos you know me so well?" You snipped and he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but also because I heard your shitty car from five miles away!" He retorted and you rolled your eyes. You walked past him, which made him jump backward, keeping whatever he was hiding behind his back away from you. This piqued your interest and you raised your eyebrow as you tried to peek around him, but he just grinned as he stepped backward some more.

"Alright Munson, what's going on?"

"I haven't heard you play your record player for a while, do you still have it?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah...why?"

"I have something for you. Consider it a birthday gift."

"Are you forgetting my birthday was four months ago?" You smirked.

"Are you forgetting you weren't exactly talking to me then?" He snapped back, a twinkle in his stupidly beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm barely talking to you now, so why the gift?" You retorted.

"Just...here."

He pulled a bag from behind his back and you took it from his outstretched hand, ignoring and definitely not wondering if he felt the sparks that you felt when your hands touched. You furrowed your brow and glanced up at him as he watched you pull out the gift with big brown eyes and bated breath.

It was a record of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, and your grin got wider, for no reason other than he had bought you a record, and maybe a little at the thought of Eddie Munson buying a Cyndi Lauper record. You turned the record over in your hands as you looked up at Eddie.

"Thanks Munson." You said, then you chuckled. "Why this song, though? I mean, it's a fucking great song, but..." You trailed off.

Eddie shrugged, a small blush creeping over his cheeks as he tried to hide behind his mass of curls and ringed hand.

"It just reminded me of you." He mumbled. Your eyes widened as you pursed your lips, stifling a laugh. "I heard it on the radio, alright? In the truck on the way to band practice!"

"Sure, whatever you say." You giggled. "You wanna come in and listen to it with me?"

Eddie gasped, and you threw your head back in exasperation as Eddie staggered backwards, dramatically. "Whoa, hold up. Are we about to hang out?"

"Are you going to make a big deal out of it?"

"Me? When have you known me to ever make a big deal out of anything?!" He shouted, and you were pretty sure the whole of Hawkins heard him.

"Oh my God, Munson." You laughed, unlocking your trailer door. "Just get in here, and you better have some smokes, you're not stealing all mine!"

***

A few hours had passed, and truthfully, you could've stayed in this bubble forever. With you lying on the floor, and Eddie lying on the couch, a cigarette hanging lazily from his mouth; the record player played quietly in the corner, you were starting to feel a resemblance of how you used to before everything went to shit.

"So...I know you were at my show last night." Eddie said. He'd tried to make it sound casual, but you knew that he'd be wanting to say something since he got here.

Just play dumb, just play dumb. "Was I?"

"Yep. Your car was parked behind the building, near the back exit for the kitchen."

Fuck.

"Oh."

"Oh? OH? That's all you have to say?!" Eddie exclaimed, his head whipping up off the arm of the couch to look at you. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Where were you stood? I couldn't see you anywhere."

"Um-"

"What did you think? We've gotten better, right?" Eddie was swarming you with questions and you groaned loudly.

"Oh my God, Munson, chill out with the fucking questions!" You half yelled, and his face dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry! I just don't know why you wouldn't mention it. Your first show in a year and you don't tell me you're coming? We've been friend-"He caught himself, and sighed. "-we've been back on talking terms for ages now, I just don't understand why you hid?"

"Drop it, Munson." You warned.

"You know, it's really fucking suspicious that you won't answer me."

"I just don't want to talk about it."

"Well, why not?" Eddie pestered. He began to say your name, over and over, shoving you with his foot that dangled off the couch.

"Oh my God, fine!" You yelled. "Maybe that wasn't the first show I've been to."

Silence fell over the trailer as the record scratched, signaling the end of the album. You glanced up at Eddie, who was staring at you, or rather, through you. He had big, Bambi eyes anyway, but you had never seen them this wide. His jaw was practically on the floor, and you sat up just enough to put your fingers under his chin and close his mouth.

"It's not that serious, Munson." You said, leaning across the table to grab the half-smoked blunt and a lighter. You sparked the blunt and took three tokes, before offering it to Eddie.

"You, uh- you've been to our shows?" He squeaked.

You nodded and watched closely as he bobbed his head and smoked. Then he looked back at you, passing the blunt back to you. "When did you start coming again?"

"Does it matter?" You asked.

"It does to me." He replied. You groaned as he shrugged, his face very much mirroring a puppy begging for attention. There was something about Eddie that you always had a hard time saying no to, especially when he pulled this goddamn face on you.

"I hadn't been to a show in three months." You muttered, stubbing the end of the blunt into the ashtray.

"You've been coming for that long, and you didn't say anything?!"

"Of course I didn't! In case you haven't noticed, I've been a fucking mess!" You exploded, and the words tumbled out, like all your thoughts and feelings had finally spilled over, and they needed to come out. "I just...I got curious, and I got to the door, and I could hear you playing, and I just, I needed to see you. So I stayed in the back, hiding behind people, and I saw you on the stage looking so fucking badass and happy! I found myself coming back every week, to watch you, to see you. It was the only way I felt comfortable seeing you, and it didn't feel creepy, because you were on the stage. It's not like I had binoculars staring at you through the fucking trailer window! It's not like I ever stopped caring about you, or lov-" You caught yourself before you finished that thought, and you sighed.

At some point, Eddie had moved from the couch, to right next to you on the floor. He stared at you, fascinated, and a little amused by this rare insight into your brain, into your heart.

"You wanted to see me?" He grinned and you flung your arms up into the air as you threw yourself back onto the floor.

"Of course that's all you heard."

"No, no! I heard all of it!" Eddie insisted. "I hear everything you say, even the things you don't say!" He grabbed your hands and pulled you upright. "Why do you think I kept my distance, while also annoying you every so often?"

"Honestly, I thought you hated me." You confessed. Might as well, you thought, everything else was coming out today. You looked down at your fingers, which were playing with a thread of cotton from your ripped jeans.

"I didn't need to, you were hating yourself for the both of us." Eddie teased, but then he sighed. "Darling, I don't think I could ever hate you."

Your glanced up at him, surprised by how close he was to you. Your eyes locked with each other's, but not before yours darted to his lips, you were almost mesmerized by the way his tongue ran over them. Your heart began to race as you realized you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't take pretending that you didn't need Eddie, that you didn't want him.

Your lips were inches from his, when he suddenly pulled away, just slightly. You pursed your lips as you leaned back, your heart dropping into your stomach, as the embarrassment of rejection washed over you. Eddie must've seen it in your face, because he grabbed your wrists gently, so you wouldn't pull away further.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest. I've been wanting to kiss you for a really long fucking time." Eddie confessed.

You felt your chest tighten, like someone was twisting your heart in their hand, and you tilted your head at him, confused.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

"If I kiss you, I won't want to stop."

Your smirk turned into a full grin, and you sat on your knees, leaning closer to Eddie.

"So don't stop then, Eddie." You whispered.

The way you breathed his name was enough to drive him crazy. He removed his hands from your wrists, cupped your cheeks, and pulled you towards him, his lips crashing down onto yours. As you kissed, you felt the final block of ice that your heart had been caged in melt away. One of Eddie's hands left your cheek and slipped under your hair, clutching to the back of your head, as his other caressed your cheek, his rings cold against your burning cheek and you found yourself never wanting this to end.

Eddie was the first one to pull back, and he rested his forehead on yours, both of you grinning, as you gained your breath back.

"That was...something." Eddie said, and you giggled, nodding in agreement. You pulled away and Eddie pulled you into his side, his arm tight around you as you rested your head on his shoulder, his fingertips tracing your bare arm softly. "It's getting late, maybe I should go."

"Hmm, you could," You murmured, glancing up at Eddie through your lashes, "Or you could stay? I mean, you only live a few trailers down."

Eddie gasped dramatically, his hand on his chest, mimicking one of the old ladies down at the church, clutching her pearls. "You mean...?"

You stood up and walked backward as you grinned. "But if you wanna go home, that's fine by me."

You laughed as Eddie crawled quickly across the trailer on all fours, before he jumped to his feet. He flung you over his shoulder, as your laughter got louder.

"There is no fucking way I'm going home just yet, Darling." He growled as he carried you to the bedroom, your giggles echoing through the trailer, making his heart soar.

Maybe, just maybe, you were going to be able to get back to the way things were after all, with a little help from Eddie Munson.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader #my creations*

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quinloki · 2 months

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Do you wanna guess what I thought about all night Quin?

I’m legit trying to figure out what I need to sacrifice to get to be in between these two

….

And Izou. And Ace >>

I do NOT HAVE TIME to stay up and read tonight bc a repairman is coming early but ugh I was so tempted to reread that kinktober piece you did even tho I just reread it like…. Last week…

Gonna be looking that grouping up on ao3 too, I know I read another one with that set up awhile ago >>

But not tonight alas I will head off to bed at a respectable time (2am lmao) and think about them

Omg but I was going thru the tabs on my computer looking for something…. And I still have that wbp yandere ask you were sent up… and I gave it another glance and my brain went brrrr

Anyways

I just wanted you to know you killed me and I was brain rotting the whole night at work. My coworker said I was very quiet and I was like oh uh it was the smelling salts yep totally that nothing else >>

I think Thatch is gonna sneak his way onto my blorbo list here soon…

XD <3

Thatch kind of snuck his way with me too. He's very much a background character, and even with additional flash backs we don't get much on him - which is understandable, the cast of One Piece is massive.

But we get personality and such from extra, like official game pop art and such, and I think they did a good job just because the general fanon for Thatch is so consistent. Details change here and there, but I mean, that's the joy of fandom, fanon, and head canon honestly.

I have a Thatch x Reader I've got some notes for, but that's admittedly a ways off. I need to wrap more up before I dive into it (though the outline is going well, I might make it my NaNo this year and just do it all in one month.)

He's just so BIG. Like, he's barrel-chested, his hair's big, he's got that big wide smile. Idk, I know we don't get much of him, but he just has a BIG presence to me, and at the same time I feel like he's such a hopeless romantic. Maybe it's the more traditional "cook" outfit he has, or even the pompadour.

Like, who would do that to their hair unless they thought it was going to attract the ladies? 😂🥰 (or laddies.)

He whistles or hums while he cooks, I just know he does, and if he's cooking something special for someone special? He's practically singing, deep tenor teetering on baritone notes vibrating against that wide chest, damn dopey grin on his face.

(I also think he has just the best worst sense of humor and you cannot convince me he wouldn't just be FUN in the sack. (that is a very very nude image, open with care!))

#quin answers #kazieai #thatch one piece #mdni

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growtiredofpublicvulnerability · 10 months

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No one but me is watching match me abroad :—( for the best. Here are my thoughts.

Idk why they picked chad for this show i do not like watching him and i have no idea why hes so interested in bringing a girl from MEDELLIN back to rural tennessee where his routine is waking up at 2am to go to the gym and cutting grass for fun. what is she supposed to do all day while you cut the 14 acres of grass. He’s been engaged 3 times so i definitely think he could just gone to the next state over and found someone .

Mark is even worse than chad they both have this racist fantasy thing going on but mark is so incredibly disrespectful of literally everyone he’s met there and on top of that he has the nerve to expect these women to split RENT??? be serious. He could go anywhere in the world and i don’t see a woman his age wanting to be with him (both women he dates on the show are under 25 🤢 he’s 40 something!)

Disney Princess lady is… interesting. And i don’t necessarily mean that in a good or bad way. Good luck to her i guess bc i think in this next episode her matchmaker sends her to a bdsm party. she definitely could’ve just gone to Portland or austin to find love though

Harold i mostly like. Very practical except the planning a proposal after three dates thing. i think him and Michaela are a good match so far but planning a proposal before even meeting her family??

Blonde lady with dog… unfortunately i see parts of myself in her. No idea why she went to Colombia but I’m glad she made a friend i guess? Nothing more to say about that.

Aisha(i think?) should not have come on the show. She’s gorgeous which i love but also 25 and just graduated law school which like… you could probably go anywhere and find a man she just needs to move away from her family to feel some freedom. Love her though 🫶🏿

Last up STANNIKA. Love her down my favorite contestant by a mile. still ZERO idea why she came on this show when she hadnt ever even gone on a date before. she couldve found someone within 500 miles for sure but 🤷🏿 idgaf bc i like nourredine so far. Shes also one of the only ones (if bot the only) who has even entertained the idea that SHE might move to the country shes visiting if it works out instead of the other way around which makes me feel like shes serious.

If i forgot anyone its bc idgaf about them which is saying something bc i REALLY dgaf about chad and mark.

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28dayslater · 5 months

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alex what would you do if you were in my position. so i'm 25 right and i've never felt the touch of a woman and all that and i've had offers but i was always too shy to take them up on it leading me to just growing older and lonelier. so i made the decision to just get it over with, just go on an app and meet someone else wanting to hook up and get the experience i've been missing out on and then i can go back to just being lonely. so now i've been chatting to someone and we're supposed to meet up, but they don't know that the closest i've come to sexual contact is when my coworker got drunk and sucked on my ear once. should i just be upfront and honest? should i give them my sob story or just laugh it off? should i wait until the day itself or send a convert message at 2am the day before? i thought i could just fake it but i feel like they'd be able to tell that i don't know what to do during a kiss let alone anything more complex.

I really really get this bc it's something I worry about, like what would I do if it ever happened, and I think the instinct is to tell them the whole story to preemptively apologise for not knowing what you're doing, but you don't need to! Probably the best thing to do is just let them know beforehand that you're not very experienced so they know what to expect and to not go in guns blazing. It might be a bit awkward but you can improv, it'll be fine. I think there's way more people than you think with little to no sexual experience and if they didn't tell you you'd never have clocked, bc it's normal!. And you know what at some point everyone in the world has been a virgin and now those people are out there shagging. We all gotta start somewhere

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I was a little worried when you didn't really post on Sunday, I know it's probably silly to care so much about someone I've never actually met but I find myself just hoping things in general go okay for you and I really think you deserve so many good things in life, I was hoping that if anything, you could have this *one* good thing- and boy howdy did steve blow everyone's expectations out of the flipping water! I'm so glad it went the best possible way for you, I'm so glad he remembered you, gave you all those wonderful affirmations, thought your art was lovely (because it IS! 😤) And he even wants to share it! (With how popular than man is, you might receive a lot of attention because of that, there'll probably be lots of opportunities for commissioning and whatnot, but don't forget to keep your boundaries up!) Sorry for rambling but I'm just so happy for you and I hope this sticks with you for a long, long time, even when life gets unpleasant. Have a good day!

Oh you angel 🥺🥺 dw that's not weird at all!! I care abt ppl I've never met or even chatted with directly. I'm honored to be one of those ppl for you!! I may not know you either, but I care about you too!!

I'm sorry if I worried you!! I wanted to post about it IMMEDIATELY on sunday, but there was no signal in the building, and once we left the convention we had to drive for 2 hours back to my friend's, and then I had to drive for 4-ish hours back to my place. It was 2am by the time I got home and I just crashedddd.

I didn't expect him to remember me, let alone be so excited?? Or for his own agent to be like "hey you should share these so we can post them" and for him to say loudly "YES WE ARE DEFINITELY POSTING THEM PLEASE SHARE THESE" everything went Best Case Scenario and my expectations were to the GROUND. I thought the best I could get was "hi here's your charms also I'm the starflower girl hi" and for him to be like "oh that's cool thanks!" and that would be it. But no he got so!! excited!! and he was so patient with me even when I was stuttering and shaking, he spent like ten minutes interacting with me and it was so worth the long wait. He is seriously one of the nicest people I've ever gotten the privilege to meet.

I started this month feeling so miserable every single day bc my job is just. so horrible. and I have no passion about anything tbh so I don't have any goals to get specific jobs that give a lot of money, so I've just been feeling really stuck for like 6 years. And I thought "ok this convention is all I get. If nothing else I selfishly want this man to look at me and I want to give him my charms. he can throw them away right in front of me, I don't care, I just want him to know I appreciate him" and DAYS before the convention, I am at my lowest, I suddenly hear I'm getting promoted.. just 19 more days til I'm out of that building... it feels like I can finally hope for something. I don't know if this new job will be better or not because i'm still working for the same company under the same management, but at least I'm going to be in a place that's air-conditioned and I'm guaranteed to have lunch breaks. I feel like it'll help keep me floating until I'm able to finally, actually quit this job entirely, and start doing something that I'd like to do.

BUT YEAH this experience will absolutely stick with me, I want to remember his words when I'm hurting, I want to remember that he went out of his way to hug me twice and I'll replay the audio anytime I need it. I'm gonna frame the print he signed. I'm gonna cherish this for the rest of my life, that's for sure

Thank you for your support and for your kind compliments!! I hope you have a lovely day anon 💕💕💕

#anonymous #asks #keepsake

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jssjjsjsj hi i sent that kitty!yy ask and the edging one (i... send a lot of asks tbh, sometimes i see you answer a whole batch of my asks and i have to remember that i'm the one who even wrote them lmao. i'm the one who said i'm "everywhere and nowhere".) I WANNA KNOW SOOO MUCH. I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING. also, yangyang seems like one of those friends/fwbs that'll rope you into dumb shit like bleaching his hair at 2am, which is maybe where the pink hair eventually comes in lol.

ok first off, dying his hair sounds like a funny ass high adventure you'd both have in like the middle of the night. like you're both joking and you tell him that he'd look good with pink hair, and he gets fixated like "yo i actually would tho" and you both venture out to buy hair dye and everything. that sounds like a fun scene to write omg and then you're both looking the next morning like "...well we got this hair dye, we might as well use it". as for the story itself, i'll tell you everything i got so far

i foresee this getting long so imma put a keep reading here

pup!you is a *insert breed here*, and kitty!yangyang is a *insert breed here* (i’ll figure it out i swear 🤧)

You two met in a class you had together, and you both were put together for a group project. surprise surprise you two were the only ones in the group who were doing any work bc you both need the grade. this led to you two working together a lot more and figuring out you have a few things in common, which got you both to open up more. Most importantly your sense of humor is very similar, which is when you really start connecting.

Eventually you move from talking over groupme to texting each other directly, and the rest is history. You run into each other from time to time outside of class, like at sports games and other events, and then decide to start hanging out more just the two of you.

You both smoke from time to time with your own friends, but you’ve never smoked together until you’ve been friends for like a year.

one day you're over his place and you see his grinder and some papers out and it's like "you smoke?" "you smoke?" *insert spiderman meme here*

so anyway y'all smoke together and start getting all giggly and lost in the sensations

he's teasing you like "is it true pups like ear scritches and belly rubs?" and you let him pet your ears and you tell him how nice it feels

time lowkey slows down for a moment and you both really look at each other, and you're feeling this magnetic pull towards each other in the midst of your haze

one thing leads to another, y'all start making out, and then y'all end up fucking on his bed

the next morning it's honestly awkward at first, bc it's like what do you say to your friend who was just inside of you last night? you know what he looks like naked and you know what his dick feels like, so what are you even supposed to say now?

he's kinda feeling the same way, so after confirming you're both physically fine and remember everything, he leaves for the kitchen

you head to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror and see all the marks he left. even though you had never considered sleeping with your friend before now, you really enjoyed yourself last night, and you don't regret it

you both talk about it when you come back out and he tells you the same thing too, that he hadn't considered sleeping with you before (he thinks you're hot but he liked being friends) but he liked having sex with you and wants to do it again

he proposes y'all become friends with benefits. at first you're like "this is too good to be true" and you wanna be sure he's asking because he wants to, not because he feels obligated to just because you said you had fun. once he assures you that yes, he really does wanna be fwb with you, you accept, tail wagging and all bc last night was some of the best sex you've ever had and you're excited by the idea of being able to do that again and keep your friendship in tact

as for boundaries, basically you agree to keep it between you both, so no public displays. you can fuck around with other people, and if the moment's right and you both wanna have sex, then you'll have sex. but first and foremost, you're friends, and you wanna make sure to stay close as friends

he does ask if he can send sexts and nudes too, and you agree bc 1) that sounds fun to you and 2) it's still keeping things between the two of you

so y'all fuck around for a while, mostly when you're high bc that's what's fun to you. you start up a thing about listening to music and fucking with yangyang's led lights during sex, so it's a lotta lighthearted fun. this becomes important later

one thing i'll mention bc it's important later, but y’all don’t really talk a lot during sex. y’all talk a lot more outside the bedroom, but in the bedroom, you mostly let your bodies do the talking. you like indulging in the sensations and getting lost in each other, really being vulnerable and letting yourselves feel, which is elevated by the fact that you’re with someone you trust and have a crush on but neither of y’all say all that yet

time passes and one day you're really horny, like damn near in heat type of horny. by this point you've sexted and sent a few nudes, but you've never actually texted each other for sex. you've texted each other to hang out or study or something, and sometimes you'd end up having sex. bottom line is the vast majority of your texts are still friendly at this point. on the one hand he is your friend with benefits, and this is the benefit you both agreed to. but the thought of texting him like "hey i want sex" is really nerve wracking to you bc you don't wanna treat him like a booty call on a roster. he's your friend first and foremost

you try to get yourself off with a few toys but it doesn't work. you just keep thinking about him. his voice, the way he feels, his scent fuck his scent. thinking about all of that is what drives you to actually text him can you come over? i need you

he starts sexting back, which reassures you at first because it shows he's into it. but then he starts teasing and by now you're horny and frustrated, so you get bold and send him pictures of the toys that didn't work and your soaked panties, showing him just how much you need him. that turns him on beyond belief and he comes over

he eats you out as many times as you need, insisting on focusing on you. like after you're fully satisfied and ask if he wants anything in return, all he does is wipe his mouth with his sleeve and ask to watch a movie. you get him off later in the night, but it sticks with you that he was entirely focused on you when you said you needed him

at one point, yangyang’s smoking with hendery, mark, and some of his other friends. i’m debating on whether or not you’re there too and just leave the room for a sec, but basically hendery admits that he has a thing for you, but didn’t wanna make any moves since yangyang’s with you. everyone one in the room just assumed you were both dating, since your scents are so intertwined by this point. he clarifies that you’re in fact not dating, but he starts to feel jealous bc the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes hendery is basically your type. he also feels some type of way about possibly having to call it quits with you, and he knows deep down it’s not just the fact that he’d have to stop having sex with you that he objects to

this is when he realizes he likes you, but he doesn’t wanna say anything bc you both already changed the trajectory of your friendship enough with sex, and it happened to work out. why change the trajectory again with feelings when there’s a higher chance it won’t work out?

you realize you like yangyang when you fuck someone else and can’t stop thinking about him. you keep making comparisons, noticing how this person doesn’t touch you the same way, doesn’t automatically know what you like the same way, their scent doesn’t do it for you as well, and this is much more interesting in getting off than exploring each other’s bodies. the most jarring part is this person keeps fucking talking and mumbling dirty talk, which really takes you out of the moment and makes you wish you were listening to yangyang’s moans instead

they get you off multiple times, so while you feel physically satiated, you don’t feel fulfilled. this is further exasperated by the fact that they just leave after, no cuddles or kisses or anything. the way you feel strikes you as odd bc you never needed all that after sex before, but now that you’re not getting that affection it makes you upset. that’s when it clicks like “shit...yangyang and i always cuddle afterwards and i miss him a lot”

you text him to come over and tell him what happened, and after being pissed for a moment that the person just walked out on you, he gives you all the cuddles and kisses you could ask for, basically giving you the aftercare the other person didn’t.

the next time you see each other and you’re hanging out (probably smoking) he starts kissing and touching you. and while it feels nice you tell him you don’t actually want sex right now. he tells you he didn’t either, he just wanted to kiss you, and you both just keep slowly making out and being all intimate while you watch whatever was on tv, going back to kissing when the moment strikes you. that’s when you confirm to yourself “k i really like him”, and he shows he feels the same way in the way he kisses you

more time passes, and y'all fall deeper for each other. you're super comfortable being vulnerable with each other, being a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to, all that fun stuff, sharing things with each other that you didn't share with your other friends. when y'all start kissing each other for comfort and not just to initiate sex, when y'all just start cuddling naked or barely clothed (and maybe cockwarming too) just for the intimacy, when you shower or bathe together just to unwind and it goes beyond the need for sex, when even when you do have sex it's not to chase an orgasm but to have a moment of connection with each other, that's when it really sinks in that this is something more, even more than a crush.

it all really comes to a head when you're fucking high one day and plastic off the sofa and virgo's groove comes on. this is what i was talking about earlier with timing the smut to the song, because since neither of y'all talk a lot during sex, the lyrics really do the talking for you. your orgasms are timed to the crescendos of the song, the led lights change colors as the song changes, and you're both just completely lost in this moment in time with each other and can't fathom being anywhere else, or being with anyone else. the light goes from red, to purple, to blue when the song's over, and in your post nut haze you both stare at each other like "damn i'm in love with you"

i was debating on cbat being the next song that comes on shuffle bc that sort of goofiness is super on brand for you both and laughing while still being connected is hella cute idk that's just me anyway

so yea the music goes off, the weed is all smoked, but neither of you feel much of the high of the weed and moreso feel high on each other. and that's when you confess your feelings

and then after that, y'all are officially together. that's what i came up with so far. obviously there's a lotta gaps in the middle to fill in, but this is where my head is. again, love this concept anon, i haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day

#everytime i think i came up with all the ideas i could come up with #i end up thinking of something else and im typing away again #i really adore this concept like so much #like this specific dynamic with these specific personalities is something i've never written before and i'm pretty excited #that and the song moment #that's gonna be a bitch and a half to time but if i pull it off?#literally nobody can say shit to me ever again #hybrid!au #i think this is the most solid story out of the three hybrid pairings i have so far lmao #tw weed #kitty!yangyang

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