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backwzzds · 4 months

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absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw …

no bc y’all are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw 😩

ೃ⁀➷ what you want, roronoa zoro

thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, he’s sure he’s only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesn’t. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.

everyone would always ask him—why not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.

his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, he’d let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didn’t care. but the same rules didn’t apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.

“i feel like you’re gonna go and fuck that bitch,” his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.

“well now i’mma go do that just cuz’ you said it,” he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoro’s dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.

zoro doesn’t think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a ‘his and hers’ pair. he was weird like that, but that’s just how much he felt for you fr.

by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.

you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. “ian call you for no weed.”

zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. “you should know that’s not the only reason i come over anymore.”

“yeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,” you roll your eyes.

the green head kisses his teeth, “not cheating if i don’t want her.” with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. “missed you so damn much.”

“missed you too,” you can’t help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.

zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. “how was your day mama?” he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“fine,” you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. “what’s up wit’ you? you okay? talk to me.”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’m straight,” but your tone wasn’t convincing him otherwise.

zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. “what you doing tomorrow night?”

“probably homework,” you admit. “why?”

zoro can’t help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. “got us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.”

your eyes can’t help but brighten at his words. “you lying.”

“i’m so deadass,” zoro laughed.

you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. “you don’t even like comedy!”

the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. “they have an open bar, free sake so,” with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. “so you gon’ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?”

“whatever. you’re a whore for sake.”

“nah,” zoro shakes his head. “you ain’t hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.”

you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. “aw, poor baby.” you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.

how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for him—you don’t know. damn mosshead was just that good.

“i got you,” zoro’s voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. “just touch me baby.”

a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. “like this daddy?”

“fuck, just like that mama,” zoro’s own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. “love the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.”

you’re almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each other’s body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.

“make you feel safe?” your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro can’t help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. “feel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?”

“oh fuck, yes,” zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.

your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.

“you make me feel safe too,” you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.

at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.

“fuck i’m almost there, zee.” you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.

“me too baby,” zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. “you fuck me so good, no one does it like you—shit.”

you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoro’s cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. “like it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?”

“zoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken “mhm. fuck, mama. keep going and you’ll make me cum.”

you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoro’s mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when he’s shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.

a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. “fucking hell—just like that just like that, fuck!” zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.

you didn’t mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.

when you’re both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, “i’ll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. “if that’s what you want.” you waste no time in giving him a stern response.

“it is what i want.”

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lillaluna · 4 months

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guilty

"Wriothesley, I'm late," you say, and duck under your boyfriend's big arm, fastening the earring in your ear on the way.

"But you can stay late," Wriothesley says, watching you dash over to the wardrobe where you've started scoping out what you can wear to work.

Even though Wriothesley was now urging you to be late, getting ready in the morning was actually one of his favourite parts of the day. You weren't punctual, so like a cute, dishevelled kitten just waking up from a nap, you ran around his flat almost every morning looking for your things. He watched you dive headfirst into one of the shelves in his wardrobe. Your long hair spilled down your naked back, with only the strip of your black lace bra showing. Lowering his eyes down, the guy bit the inside of his cheek, remembering how last night he had, with his teeth, pulled down your black translucent panties that now clung so appetisingly to your taut ass.

"Where is she," you muttered angrily, worming your way back out of the bowels of the wardrobe. Almost jumping with fear, you put a hand to your chest, breathing heavily when you found Wriothesley already leaning over you, leaning against the wall. Considering your rather large height difference, he loved doing this to you. Looking up at you, his beautiful ice-coloured eyes on you, and teasing you.

"I guess you'll have to stay a while," the guy said with a cheeky grin, and then he reached his rough fingers up to the strap of your bra, sliding them upward to your collarbone and then down to the cleavage between your breasts.

Your pulse quickened with his actions, and like a mesmerised woman you thrust forward, resting your palms on the guy's torso. It was good that he hadn't buttoned his shirt yet, so you could run your fingers over all his muscles, feeling the relief of his body. You reached up on your toes to touch Wriothesley face, but he nimbly picked you up under his hips, and the next thing you knew, you were pressed against the wardrobe door, wrapping your legs around him.

Wriothesley clung to your neck, running his wet tongue along it before biting your earlobe. It sent a wave of goosebumps up your spine, and brought a muffled moan off your lips. You ran your slender fingers through the duke's gray-streaked hair, and then pulled his head back to look into Wriothesley eyes. He smiled slyly.

"Just admit that you hid my things," you said, carefully studying the face of your boyfriend, who already had stubble on his cheeks.

"Guilty," Wriothesley replied without resistance, pulling you into a deep kiss.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley genshin

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mrsshabana · 7 months

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“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary You are one of Douma's most loyal followers, and he decides that some affection from you is exactly what Gyutaro needs. But Gyutaro is worried because he has no experience in this department, so Douma steps in to guide him. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x Douma x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie, manipulation. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.5k words

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“Oh Gyutaro, you are going to love this,” Douma chimes excitedly as he leads upper moon six through the elaborately decorated halls.

Gyutaro curiously follows Douma, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“But I did! This is a special occasion!” he squeals, “It’s not every day that we get a new upper moon!”

With Douma’s guidance, Gyutaro and Daki were able to quickly rise through the ranks. But of course, only Gyutaro was the true upper moon six. While he worked hard to become stronger, Daki was too busy terrorizing weak humans. And when a real challenge came along, she went crying to Gyutaro for help.

Gyutaro takes his new rank very seriously, so he doesn’t want to waste time with meaningless gifts and celebrations. But he respects Douma, so he puts up with his shenanigans.

When the upper moons arrive at a door at the end of the hall, Douma puts his hand on the handle and smirks deviously before twisting the knob and pulling the door open.

Gyutaro’s eyes widen at the sight before him. A beautiful young woman wearing elegant robes with seemingly nothing beneath them.

“A human?” he murmurs, “But why?”

The smirk on Douma’s face widens, “But for pleasure of course.”

Gyutaro shakes his head and holds his hands up defensively, “N-no, I don’t need things like that. I-”

“Shhhh,” Douma shushes him before he can finish his sentence, “I know what your weakness is, Gyutaro. You’re lonely,” his gaze softens as he looks into Gyutaro’s eyes, “Painfully, painfully lonely. And I’ve given you the solution right here.”

Gyutaro clenches his teeth and shouts, “I’m not lonely! I have my sister! She’s all I need!”

“Oh really? Are you sure?” He leans in closer to Gyutaro and whispers, “I think we both know that there are needs that siblings cannot fulfill.”

Gyutaro frowns and looks down at the ground, letting Douma’s words sink in. He hates to admit it, but it’s true. The connection he shares with his sister is immeasurable, but there are times when he wishes he had more. Wishes he could be loved in ways that he thought weren’t meant for men like him. He was always too ugly, too cruel, too repulsive. Even before turning into a demon, he never would have imagined having something akin to romance in his life.

“Fine,” his voice cracks as he gives in, “But… I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry, Gyutaro,” Douma grins and puts a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

You curiously watch as the two demons approach you. Scared but also excited for what is to come next.

Ever since you accidentally walked in on Douma devouring a human corpse, he’s been trying to figure out what to do with you. Lucky for him, you are a devout member of the Eternal Paradise Cult. So even something as shocking as seeing your leader eating human flesh couldn’t sway you from your faith. Your loyalty was to Douma and the cult, first and foremost.

At first Douma was going to dispose of you himself, but you were too beautiful to just kill like that. He had to come up with some way he could use you. And what better use for a cute human woman than to give some much needed affection to the demon that needs it most? And not just any demon, a demon that he takes great pride in teaching and guiding.

He knew you would be perfect for Gyutaro. Hoping that having a beautiful woman by his side could boost his confidence. So much so that perhaps he wouldn’t let his insecurities hinder him in combat anymore. That was the hope at least.

Douma had already made you aware of what was supposed to take place tonight. He told you that you would be introduced to a dear friend of his, and that it would be your duty from now on to serve him.

Keeping his words in mind, you smile and bow politely as the demons approach you.

Both men take a seat in front of you, surrounded by fine silks and embroidered pillows.

“This is Y/N,” Douma says with a smile. “Pretty isn’t she?”

Gyutaro nods shyly, “Y-yeah… she is.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gyutaro,” your soft voice is like a melody to him. He almost chokes hearing such kind words directed towards him.

“See? She’s incredibly obedient!” Upper moon two says with glee, “Why don’t you try touching her?”

Gyutaro’s eyes go wide and a blush creeps onto his cheeks, “Touch her?” He gulps and looks at your sitting form. With a shaky hand he gently slides his hand under your robe and touches your thigh, “She’s so soft…”

“Try touching her here,” Douma suggests as he takes Gyutaro’s other hands and guides him to your chest. Softly cupping Gyutaro’s hand over your breast, “See? She likes it.”

A soft whimper escapes your lips and your face heats up as Gyutaro touches you.

“C-can you show me what else she likes?” Gyutaro says shyly, looking at Douma for guidance.

Douma’s lips curl into a deceitful grin, “Oh but of course Gyutaro! It is my job to guide you after all.” He wastes no time slipping his clawed finger under your robe and slipping it off of your body. Leaving yourself bare, the lustful gaze of the upper moons fixated on your body.

Gyutaro’s eyes are filled with nervousness and excitement, while Douma’s eyes are much more calm and calculating, though he looks just as eager.

The rainbow eyed demon gently pushes you down to lay on your back and carefully parts your legs. Exposing your most sensitive area to their hungry eyes. Gyutaro stares in awe, his cock already rock hard and jutting out under his baggy pants.

“Right here,” Douma glides his finger down your slit, “she likes to be touched here.” He uses his fingers to part your slick lips, “Try touching her with your mouth.”

“My mouth?” Gyutaro says in confusion.

“Yes! Go ahead and taste her, I assure you she’ll taste delicious.”

Gyutaro doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, but he’s so eager to play with his new toy that he acts without thinking. Moving to lay on his stomach, and position his head between your legs. He gets right into it and begins to sloppily lap at your pussy.

“ Ah! ” you gasp at the suddenness of his actions. Your instincts tell you to close your legs but you fight off the urge, knowing that you must obey the orders from Douma no matter what.

But luckily for you he intervenes, “Slow down Gyutaro,” he chuckles, “try softly licking her here.” He gently tilts Gyutaro’s head upwards until his tongue hits your clit.

Gyutaro holds onto your thighs as he slowly licks your clit and rubs circles into it with his tongue. Looking up for your approval, he’s pleased to hear your soft moans and to feel your body relax under him.

While Gyutaro is getting acquainted with your pussy, Douma figures he might as well have some fun too. Moving to lay beside you, he takes off his shirt and leans towards you.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” he coos, “I’m going to teach Gyutaro how to take care of you.”

“Thank you, Lord Douma,” you moan.

Douma hums to show he’s pleased with your obedience, then he moves closer to your chest and begins sucking on your pert nipples. Kissing and circling his tongue around one, while his hand plays with the other - gently pinching and tugging.

Gyutaro gains more confidence as he hears the sweet sounds you’re making for him, “She’s so wet,” he says between kisses and licks.

Douma momentarily takes his attention away from your breasts to take a look at your wet cunt. “Wow Gyutaro! Look how wet you made her,” he cheers, “You’re learning so quickly!”

“Does this mean…” he trails off, looking away - too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“That she wants you to fuck her?” Douma verbalizes exactly what he had been thinking, “That’s exactly right!”

Gyutaro moves his face away from your core and wipes his mouth with his hand, “B-but… I’ve never done anything like that before. What if I mess up? Or…” he trails off again but takes a deep breath to recompose himself, “Or break her?”

“There’s no reason to worry, Gyutaro, I am here with you,” Douma coos, “And I will guide you the entire time.”

Gyutaro is a panting mess, staring at you with a lustful gaze as you can see his cock throbbing under his pants. While Douma gives you a look of reassurance, one that gives you a sense of tranquility.

“Go on and get on top of her,” Douma instructs, holding Gyutaro by the shoulder and guiding him to position himself on top of you. Which he promptly does, crawling on top of you and caging you beneath him. He’s seen humans having sex in the district before, so he thinks he knows what to do next.

He pulls down his pants and grabs the base of his cock, gliding his tip along your slick folds. “C-can I put it in, Y/N?”

You’re so surprised that he even bothered to ask that it takes you a moment to respond, “Of course you can.” You smile sweetly at him, cupping his cheek with your hand.

Your gentle touch makes his head feel fuzzy and he’s unable to think about anything other than being inside of you. So he pushes his hips forward and tries to slide into you, but he can’t seem to find your entrance. Aimlessly pushing into you, resulting in whines of discomfort to leave your lips.

“Be careful with her, she’s fragile. Let me show you.” Douma grabs Gyutaro by the hips and tilts his body until he is properly angled towards your entrance. Then he slowly pushes Gyutaro’s hips forward - his aching length finally sliding into your tight entrance.

Gyutaro’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head as he lets out a moan of satisfaction, “ F-fuuuck! She-she feels so warm.”

“The intimate embrace of a woman is truly unmatched, I knew you’d like her,” Douma grins, seemingly pleased to see Gyutaro enjoying his gift. “Start off slow, you don’t want to hurt her.” He keeps a hand on Gyutaro’s hip, guiding his thrusts to a slow pace. You can feel that Gyutaro is aching to just fuck you as hard as he can, but Douma is keeping him in line. Guiding his movements to ensure not only your comfort, but a better result in the end.

“Pay attention to her, Gyutaro. Listen to her moans and look closely at her body, you can speed up once she’s ready.”

Gyutaro nods and continues at the steady pace Douma had set for him. Groans of pleasure escaping him as he plunges his cock into your velvety walls.

Watching you get fucked by his apprentice makes his cock twitch. He thought he would be able to ignore it, but the temptation is too much to bear. There’s no harm in indulging right? He might as well use you while he can. So, Douma pulls down the front of his pants and languidly strokes his length as the sound of your moans fills his ears.

You’re so busy being pounded by Gyutaro that you don’t notice it at first. But when Douma’s cock suddenly appears hovering over your face, there’s no missing it. The size is similar to Gyutaro, long and girthy with large veins decorating the shaft. Though Douma’s looks more human than Gyutaro’s.

“Hey!” Gyutaro growls, “She’s my present.”

“Come on Gyutaro, I’m just trying to show you how it’s done,” he lies through his teeth, “Don't you want to know how to receive oral sex? I’m doing this for you after all.”

Gyutaro scowls and looks up at him, momentarily putting his thrusts to a halt, “Fine.”

Douma smiles innocently before looking down at you - placing his cock against your lips, “Open wide, dear.”

With a nod, you open your mouth wide and tilt your head back. Douma slides his thick length down your throat as Gyutaro goes back to abusing your pussy.

“ Ahh that’s it, good girl,” Upper moon two moans as you take him into your mouth. He begins slowly thrusting into you, you now having to take double the abuse.

Gyutaro picks up the pace as jealousy begins to rise within him. He wishes that was his cock inside of your mouth right now. But he’d never admit that watching you take a dick down your throat actually turns him on. He grabs your hips tightly, and thrusts into you more aggressively. The sound of skin slapping and the groans of pleasure from the two upper moons fill the room.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you’re filled with an overwhelming pleasure. Gyutaro is ramming into your sweet spot while Douma is ramming into the back of your throat, only giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before he forces you to take him again.

“You’ll be a good little pet for Gyutaro won’t you?” Douma teases.

“Mm mm hm,” you hum. The vibrations from your throat bring another wave of pleasure through Douma.

“ Ahh , you’ll pleasure him as good as you are to me right now, won’t you?”

“Mm hm!” you nod eagerly. At this point your legs are trembling and you fervently suck on him. One of your hands is holding onto Douma’s thigh, while the other is wrapped around Gyutaro’s wrist. Both men picking up their pace. But you are the first one to reach your peak.

Your gummy walls tighten around Gyutaro as you gush all over his pelvis. Moaning and gasping around Douma’s throbbing cock, that threatens to spill at any moment.

The sensations of your orgasm quite literally milk Gyutaro dry. He’s quick to follow you, moaning and tilting his head back as he fills you full of hot sticky cum. His black nails digging into your flesh as he shoots rope after rope into you.

And finally, Douma cums down your throat. Moaning and grinning as he’s filled with a sense of satisfaction. His dick twitches as he empties his load into you, staying so deep down your throat that you have no other choice but to swallow.

“Great job to both of you,” Douma says with an affirming smile as he slides his length out of your mouth.

You’re barely able to process anything that he’s saying. All you can do is pant and tremble beneath the two demons. Drool rolling down your chin, and cum seeping out of your cunt.

Gyutaro finally slides out of you and gently places you back down on the pillows. He tenderly runs his thumb along your hip.

“Still think you don’t need her?” Douma asks with a cocky grin.

“Fine… I guess I could find some use for her,” Gyutaro blushes, “Thanks for the present.”

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #douma #douma x reader #douma x y/n #gyutaro smut #douma smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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augustjustice · 6 months

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Pretty in Pink

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I am still firmly on my Stevie Harrington agenda this week, so please enjoy below Eddie's thirsty-turned-sappy thoughts about his favorite girl, inspired by @getlost0p's absolutely delightful art as well @cherrycolasteve's very cute tags.

Eddie taps the pen against his front teeth absently, eyes flitting uncomprehendingly over the various multiple choice options of his practice test. With his brain already feeling fuzzy and unfocused, it’s easy to let his gaze drift away from the page over to the girl currently sprawled out beside him–Stevie Harrington, curled up reading the X-Men comic Dustin had strong-armed her into picking up.

And, look–who could really blame him for getting a little distracted? There's a hot girl in his bed which is, admittedly, a rare enough occurrence–until shit went sideways last spring, at least–to still feel a little notable. Even if she is only there for moral support while he studies, his GED test date circling ever closer.

Stevie's wearing a striped white and pink polo with the buttons undone all the way to the bottom of the neckline and tight stonewash jeans. The absolute preppiest of prep attire, completed by the cherry-flavored chapstick shining red on her lips.

Eddie wants to kiss her stupid.

The jeans are high waisted, pulled up snug over the curve of her ass, and with Stevie rolled onto her stomach reading the comic, Eddie's getting quite the view.

Then she shifts, flopping over onto her back beside him, the movement followed by the sound of pages turning. The new position offers a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, a further hint of what her clingy polo is doing such a great job of highlighting.

Eddie looks. Of course he looks.

Estrogen has taken to Stevie’s figure like a duck to water. In the plush spread of her hips, making her pert ass even rounder, which Eddie would have thought was damn near impossible. And in the plumpness steadily gathering at her chest, her once defined pecs softening, giving way to the gentle swell of her breasts, which grow fuller by the day.

It’s become something of a problem for him lately–the staring.

That was true, to some extent, even before she started to transition. Stevie's always been gorgeous, and Eddie's always been aware of that fact, harboring a hopeless, from afar crush on her since they landed in the same impossible English class his first senior year and Eddie had become painfully aware of what all the Hawkins High girls were on about. Not that he would have admitted that, at the time, not even under threat of painful, agonizing death–no, the coming terms with it came later, during his spring break from hell spent realizing that Stevie Harrington was not only surprisingly sweet but a totally badass, bonafide hero.

…The whole ripping that bat apart with her teeth thing certainly didn't hurt, either.

The point is, he's always looked at Stevie, flirted with her. Probably been too obvious about it, too.

It's just that since she started to transition, it feels like he's gotten so much worse, like any subtlety he was holding on to by his fingernails has been ripped from his hands. Eddie can’t stop staring at her, the heat of embarrassment prickling his face, tongue-tied like a school boy with a crush each and every time he gets caught.

And that's the worst part of it–he does get caught, far more often than he'd like.

It’d been months, now, since the first time Stevie explicitly called him out for it–a warm Saturday in the summer when they had dragged the kids down to the arcade, trying to beat the heat with the dark, air-conditioned interior of the local nerd haunt.

Stevie had been watching Erica beat her own high score at Duck Hunt, leaned over the machine in her Daisy Duke cutoff shorts and a cropped pink jersey, ponytail swinging against her back and the scars littering her sides unashamedly on display. That’s something they had both been working themselves up to, together–not hiding their war wounds, fighting off the anxiety that came from people’s stares.

But Eddie had been staring for an entirely different reason when Stevie caught him.

As Erica ran off to ‘pummel’ Dustin after his latest Dig Dug win, Stevie propped an elbow on the abandoned game, shooting Eddie a knowing look.

“Like what you see, Munson?” she asked coyly.

Eddie’s entire face flamed with heat.

“I was just–your top!” he blurted. “I was just admiring your top, my lady. It’s…it’s cute. The pink–think that might be your color, Harrington.”

Stevie’s cheeks burned her own pretty pink to match it, then, which Eddie couldn’t help but preen about.

And if he noticed she started wearing a lot more pink around him after that, well…he tried not to read too much into it.

Just like the pretty pale pink she’s wearing today, attracting his eye and forcing Eddie to hold back a twitterpated sigh as he watches her, wrapped up in the bright primary colored pages of the X-Men

��This bullshit of his is definitely gonna get his ass kicked by Robin or Nancy, one of these days, he’s sure of it. Possibly both of them at once–Buck may just hold him down while Wheeler does what she does best.

But the truth is, it's not just about how Stevie’s figure has steadily filled out. He's not gonna lie, that's definitely part of it–but also…she just has this glow about her, now, like she's settling so happily into herself. It’s like that contentment beams out of her, radiant, in every little gesture, every giddy smile. He's drawn in by it, like Icarus with the sun, like a moth to a flame–too entranced to turn away, even if it might end up burning him in the long run.

The thing is, Stevie's beautiful, and she takes his breath away.

She’s become such an intrinsic part of his life, since everything that happened, he’s not entirely sure what he would do without her. Hell, they still share a bed, some nights–fighting back the nightmares together is always easier. And in the intervening months since that started, she's grown steadily softer beside him, curves pressing against his body where there were once hard planes and sharper angles. Her presence is no less warm and comforting than it had been from the beginning, though, her weight and smell familiar, the steady rhythm of her breathing when it finally evens out the same.

Eddie wonders if they were supposed to have stopped doing that, somewhere along the way–the sleeping together part, even though they're only doing it in the most platonic, just-friends sort of way possible. Then again, he's never put all that much stock in it, what he is and isn't supposed to be doing. Besides, how much difference could stopping really have made? Not a whole hell of a lot, in his opinion, considering they've both been bi as fuck the whole damn time.

Sharing a bed all the time doesn't really help his other problem–the staring, the thinking about Stevie's plush curves and soft skin–but that's his own shit to deal with and work out. Stevie shouldn't have to suffer through the nights alone just because Eddie can't keep his hard on for her in check.

So, yeah. He thinks she’s a knockout–of course he does–but the truth is, that’s all secondary to the way he feels about her. She’s steadily grown into one of his best friends, in the time since he’s finally gotten to actually know her. And if all he ever gets to do is look–and better yet, talk to her, bicker and joke and tease, share popcorn at movie nights crammed too close together on the Harrington’s couch and laugh at all the same stupid inside jokes–well, he considers himself honored for the privilege of it.

“What, Munson?” Stevie laughs suddenly, drawing him out of his reverie–during which he had, of course, still been staring–by smacking him lightly on the arm with her comic book.

That had been another secret, shared between them–Stevie liked the X-Men, she’d confessed, even if she couldn’t resist pretending otherwise to Dustin. She said the Mutants made her feel…seen, in a way she really hadn’t ever before.

"I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart," Eddie had agreed easily when she told him.

"Kinda figured you might, Eds,” she had shot him a soft smile, which he returned in kind.

That feeling of being seen–understood–stretched out beyond the pages of the comic book to encompass them both, the way they just fundamentally got each other.

"Mystique's got nothing on you, though," he had added with a wink, falling back on his old routine of borderline flirtation just for the pleasure of seeing her blush yet again, ducking her head as she gave his shoulder an exasperated nudge.

He blinks back to reality, finds himself looking into those same mesmerizing eyes now, big and brown and staring back at him expectantly. A smile plays at the corners of Stevie’s mouth as she puts her comic aside. Scooting closer, she reaches to give one of his test booklet pages a quick shake.

"You're supposed to be studying, you know. Believe me, I get how hard that can be, and I wasn't exactly the best in school…but I'm still like 99% sure you at least have to look at the page before you get it,” she teases. “And I haven’t got the answers to this question secretly penciled somewhere up my sleeve, promise. So, not really sure how staring at me is gonna help you here."

Eddie studies her face–the amused pink curve of her mouth, the cute little moles that dot her cheeks and throat.

That wistful sigh finally escapes him.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologies on autopilot, and then, the confession rolls off his tongue before he can stop it, “you’re just so…fucking pretty.”

As soon as the words have left his mouth, he cringes, preparing to blurt out yet another apology–and then Stevie’s finger presses against his lips. When he glances at her, he finds that her whole face has lit up.

Well, fuck. If she’s gonna look at him like that, he can’t even be sorry for his big mouth.

Then, surprise of all surprises–he feels a jolt as she leans in and pecks him once on the cheek, lips smooth from her cherry chapstick.

“Thanks. You’re sweet, Eddie,” Stevie murmurs, quietly, as she pulls back. Then, her smile turns mischievous, pretty eyes giving one of her patented, exasperated eyerolls. “And good of you to finally say something about it.”

Eddie barks out a disbelieving laugh before he can help it, hiding his face for a moment between his fingers.

“Seriously, Harrington, you know you’re a total babe.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stevie agrees, a glimmer of that overconfidence she’d carried herself with in school shining out. Eddie can’t even lie–he loves it. “But a girl still likes to hear it, now and again.”

“Shit, Stevie.” Head still ducked, Eddie reaches out slowly and takes her hand, twiddling with her fingers as he looks up from beneath the fringe of his bangs. “Now that I know you want me, too–I’ll tell you anytime you want.”

Reaching forward, Stevie tucks a tuft of hair behind Eddie’s ear, not letting him hide behind the curtain of it. Then, she leans in, and this time she presses a soft kiss to his lips.

Eddie sucks in another sharp, surprised breath, finally tasting that cherry flavor for himself.

“I’m totally gonna hold you to that one, Eds,” she says, leaving their foreheads pressed gently together even once she pulls back, “so just get ready for it.”

But, then, a mere moment later, Stevie is bouncing backwards on the bed, giggling when Eddie leans in, trying to chase after her lips again. He groans as she picks up his booklet and presses it against his chest.

“You can check me out all you want later, stud,” Stevie shoots him a wink, flipping open to the page he had left off on. “But, for now…you’ve gotta get back to work.”

When she settles down beside him this time, though, she stays close, hooking her chin over his shoulder.

“And, I’ve got an idea. A tried and true method for studying. Works every time.”

“That right?” Eddie tilts his head to face her, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, lay it on me, then, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

He taps a finger lightly against her temple. The playful twinkle in Stevie’s eyes as she grins at him makes Eddie’s heart skip a bit.

“How about…I give you a kiss for every question you get right?” she murmurs, close enough her warm breath ghosts over his skin.

Eddie lets his eyes drop down to the red shine of her lips, and feels giddy, for once, knowing he can look his fill. After a long, loaded pause, he gives a sharp nod, clapping his hands together.

“You know what, Stevie? Studying never sounded so good.” Snatching up his pen again, he settles back with the test now spread across both their laps. “I’m in.”

And, this time, whenever Stevie distracts Eddie from his studies–well. At least he can tell himself it’s all in the name of a good cause.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #stevie harrington #my writing #my stuff #my things #bi eddie munson #bi steve harrington

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Yandere Older class 1a x Deadpool reader

You were a goofy sarcastic playful hero who always made jokes while brutally punching villains in the face while doing wacky and wild stuff saying the most unhinged stuff with a smile on your face and your Fans and Most pro heroes love that about you

Iida was always with you not because you were dead gorgeous and your fighting skills were amazing but because he's worried about you! You pulling these dangerous stunts makes him have a heart attack whenever he peacefully wants to see the news he sees you teasing and taunting a very dangerous and very deadly villian riling them up to the point where they just slash at anything to get you to stop your yapping, next thing you know he's grabbing his hero suit and running over there right now he always scold you for being u safe while you just either laugh it off do those cringey "I'm sowwy🥺" look iida pretends to be cringe out about but deep down he thinks your pouty face and puppy eyes are cute,

Bonus: both you and Iida's fans agree that Iida was the Dad friend and make those complications video of him being one

Bakugo wants you to depend on him and look up to him he always wants you to be by his side whenever you work with him, but you being a little shit makes his job way harder, you always making fun little jokes and uncanny comedic lines while the two of you are literally in a life and death situation while you're just singing nursery rhymes, He always yells at you to be serious and all you did was say "uh oh cranky pants need a sippy cup?" He chased you around that day and seeing that cute little cheeky face of yours made him blush he always acts like he doesn't wanna work with you but in truth, he stalks your schedule and demands his agency to work close to yours but he won't admit that even the fans kinda see that he cares for you and loved you and himself dynamic

Momo is the worried mother if you ever get hurt by a nasty villain she's beating that villain to a pulp heck even making the dude see the clouds, she always is very protective of you like a mother hen making sure you eat, sleep brush your teeth she always tell you to while you whined like a child, if you didn't bring your lunch don't worry she brought a little bento box for you!, whenever your merch comes out or before she's always the 1st one to get it. She even has a room dedicated to it (just like Izuku but we'll get to him) literally she and Izuku would have a battle about who got the rarest merch and expensive merch

Ochako is like your number 1 biggest fan she always knows your schedule as well so she can either watch you from afar and if you needed any help she'll be there to kick their asses!, she's like Pucca (if you know the childhood show congrats) she always watching you dreamily eyes fluttering but strong and dangerous if anyone messes with you, she's is always in her dream world imagining carrying you like a little princess and she's the knight although she's also ok with you holding her like that as well both ways make her blush and giggles and kicking her feet while floating up, she makes fanfiction of you x reader or her under a fake username ofc so she can write down all her fantasies (some of your classmates would follow that page secretly) she keeps an oversized merch t-shirt that you wrote an autograph

While Izuku may be all Might's number one fan who said he can't be yours as well? Like this dude knows it all has 4-6 pages of you, your quirk, your weapons, your personality, your likes and dislikes, your family, your address-, you name it! He doesn't even need to write down your schedule since he remembers it so easily dude has a great memory there's no denying it, whenever his fans scream all over him wondering what's his favorite hero everyone is so surprised when he mutters out you heck he's shy whenever he talks to you your his idol his darling his sweetie standing in front of him happily making jokes and laughing along or badass shooting and slashing any bad guys, as mentioned in mom's headcanon this boy got a WHOLE ROOM dedicated to you heck one time you jokingly put a dick shape drawing when he asked to Have a autograph he bought a photo case for that and put it on display like he's PROUD

Sero and Denki were your go-to when wanting to cause trouble and Crack some jokes heck all even flirt with each other trying to see who gets the most flustered denki craves whatever attention you give him whether trying to annoy him or not he loves it when you eyes are on him he may act like a carefree person who jokes with you but he's a possessive dude he glares at your fangirls from afar when they're squealing all over you trying to get a autograph calling you hot that made his blood boil that he had to intervene by saying there's a villain waving goodbye at the girls while their squealing got louder seeing Denki but Denki glared at them Sero is the calmer one but is Obsessive he loves everything about you whenever your close to him on the outside he as cool as a cat but inside he's dying screaming on the inside just wanting to hold you close he always ask for any sort of physical interaction like high fives, hugs, he even remembered you patting him on the back praising him for wrapping up the villains luckily someone recorded it and now he saves that in his phone watching it repeatedly over and over again also he keeps those spiderman x Deadpool comics

Jirou and Kiri are like Sero but she acts more like a soft tsundere while Kiri acts like a love-sick puppy following you around and worshipping you head to toe. She acts cool and tough around you but if you compliment her she turns red and hits you to shut up just like Izuku she's too shy to speak to you and always lets you do the talking while she doesn't pay attention just hearing your voice makes her trapped in a dazed smiling dreamily she just couldn't help it You were so adorable even under that mask she wants to cup her hands on your cheeks and give you the biggest kisses leaving you a hot flushed mess kiri on the other hand worships you like a God, he always rants to his friend teru about you and even works together with bakugo at times talking to him about you the two of them will rant on about how cool you are (mostly Him and bakugo just listens) he will invite you to spar with him and if he ever accidentally hurts you he feels so bad and apologies to you even tho you didn't even show any anger or sadness but he thinks you do but all you did was laugh saying how strong he was making the number 4 hero blush and crumble right there he always used to complimenting you on your skills body and even your muscles but you complimenting him!? It's like a kid getting a gold star for their behavior! After sparing he always buys you his favorite drink which you teased him about while he looked annoyed with your teasing he actually likes it and when you promise to stop he mentally whines wanting you to do more!

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #tw stalking #deadpool x reader #Deadpool reader #Deadpool x mha #i got lazy

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ihavethedreamies · 1 month

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Cherry | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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prompt #6

toxic armin! nd reader are arguing nd when reader talks her shit armin gets turned on nd pulls his dick out nd tells her to “suck on it” making her forget all the shit he did(once again)

and I was JUST thinking about him omg 😫😫 y’all have no idea how much I love toxic!armin. He does sum to meee.

cw: oral, spit play, fingers in the mouth, reader threatening armin bc it’s all he deserves

frustrated. the one word that came to mind when trying to express your emotions right now. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t articulate your words properly, let alone get your point across without becoming completely irate. That’s what happened when you dealt with the likes of armin artlert. A known playboy with a reputation that preceded him. But with all the information you heard from the streets about him dogging all his women, being a cheater and a dumbass, you decided to give him a chance. Under the premise that his ass was gone the second he acted the fool. Unfortunately, things weren’t so simple with him! You could never truly be free of him..whether physically from the fact that no man fucked you quite like he did. Or mentally because he’d blow your phone up and play mind games until you let him back in for a thousandth chance.

“Please…please give me one good reason why I shouldn’t bust you in your shit, Armin. Please give me one.”

“I already told you, angel. I don’t even know that girl…she probably has me confused with somebody else..”

another Saturday night wasted down the drain..where you could put partying with your girls, finding a man worth of a damn, it was being spent pacing the floor of your two bedroom apartment you shared together. Arguing and fussing about a potential side piece as he sat on the edge of the bed. Sprawled out shirtless with nothing but black sweats on. Shaggy blonde hair going everywhere and tattoos on his chest and forearm still vibrant from the lotion he applied after he showered. Despite how fine your man was, you were solely focused on ripping him apart. Pissed off that he had yet again embarrassed you. “So that bitch asked you to suck your dick and she got you confused with somebody else? Nah nigga, the only thing you and her both got..is me fucked up.”

ramping and raving like a mad woman as you poked his forehead with your long acrylics. Folded arms and puffed out jaws like a petulant child and all he could do was stare in adoration for how cute you were. He didn’t want to admit it but the sight of you putting him in his place really got Armin stirred up. Hearing you cuss him for everything he was worth..clapping your hands..he loved seeing you in this aggressive state. Even if it wasn’t healthy. “Playing in my motherfuckin’ face…I’m not one of these other bitches, Armin.” He heard you, loud and crystal clear but he couldn’t be vexed to care. He never did. He never gave a damn about his actions affected you or anyone else. But he’d pretend, so as long as he could get his own gratification..

“I know, baby..they’re nothing like you. That’s why I told you, I don’t even know her ass. You know how many of them are jealous of you? Seriously, who wouldn’t be? Look at you..”

his half assed attempt of mulling over the situation was bombing, until he resorted to desperate measures that is..leaning back, he’d open his legs a bit more and suck his teeth, flashing you a shit eating smirk. One that would undeniably get him his way! Extending an arm out, he’d grasp for your hand and pull you towards him, intertwining those fingers together and placing kisses on the knuckles.

“..shit, I mean…if I’m being honest, you got me thinking about you right now, baby. They can’t do any of the things you can. Can’t love me the way you can, not as beautiful as you are…and damn sure can’t fuck on me the way you do.”

you knew he was only trying to soften you up. Stop you from being angry and as always, that smooth charm and slick demeanor done its job. As he had your eyes adverted to his face, tugging you down gently to your knees for a kiss, his other hand was working to free his erection from its confines. Stiff and seeping with precum, he wanted nothing more than shove it between those pretty, gloss stained lips. But first, he’d shove two fingers between them, letting you suck them and coo to you as he always done. Swiping a finger across your cheek, he knew you were exactly where he wanted you. “Go ahead, baby..suck on it.”

prompting as he guided your head down into his lap. In a matter of seconds, he had those fingers wrapped around his shaft and that tip stuck in your mouth, sloppily sucking on it as you always did. Drumming up strings of saliva in the process and making you drool all over him.

“There you go…good girl. Only you can make me feel like this. Do what these bitches can’t.”

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lost in the fire - jhs

I pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: you get jealous of your fwb!

I content/warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of almost-drunkenness, language, kissing, allusions to sex, friends with benefits

I word count: 969

There's a pit in your stomach when you see Jake talking to another girl. You don't even know why you agreed to come out with your shared friend group, you're tired from a long week and now pissy because Jake isn't paying you any attention.

She’s pretty, with blond hair and green eyes, a manicured hand dancing up his arm. He laughs at something she says and you grind your teeth, jaw clenched uncomfortably.

Mickey thought it would be fun to go to club, rather than the usual hangout at the Hard Deck, and everyone else was on board.

Jake's out of uniform tonight, in a satin-y black shirt and well-fitting jeans. You're dying to run your hands down his chest, before yanking his clothes off, but you've kept your distance this evening. You're irritated that he's been avoiding you, even though you specifically told him you didn't want any of your friends to know about your arrangement.

You met Natasha at a hot yoga class and you two became quick friends. Once the two of you were close enough, she introduced you to her squadron. Not even a few hours after she brought you to the Hard Deck and introduced you to all her friends/coworkers, you'd hooked up with Jake in the bathroom. Even though you swore it wouldn’t happen again, it did, a lot.

So it became a regular thing, that you conveniently didn't mention to everyone else. A good old fashioned friends with benefits. He didn’t seem the type to be in a relationship and you weren’t looking for anything serious.

Problem is, both of you get jealous but neither of you will admit it, or ask for something more.

You take the tequila shot that Natasha slides in front of you, reveling in the burn down your throat. You're one shot past fun, buzzy, tipsy, and entering a pouty, crabby tipsy. You want nothing more to sit at the high top table, with your arms crossed and bottom lip popped out until Jake comes and gives you some attention, but instead you force a smile, and pull Natasha out to dance.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake has had an eye on you all night, and know that you've moved to dance, closer to his perch at the bar, his gaze is locked on your form.

The tight dress you have on accentuates your form and Jake almost wipes drool from his mouth when he see's you dancing against Natasha. Your ass rolls against her front, her hands loosely on your hips. You’re both giggling, your head thrown back against her shoulder.

Song after song, you dance with Natasha, until you feel like you can no longer stand up on your own, feet aching in your heels. You wobble over to the table, simultaneously jealous and in awe of the way Natasha seems to gracefully strut to the table, even after four tequila shots.

Jake is back at the table, he must’ve lost the woman he was talking to, because she’s nowhere to be found. You’re still sporting a frown though, facial muscles taut. Jake is studying you carefully, but you don’t even notice, reaching for Natasha to ask for another shot.

“Why don’t I get you some water, sweetheart?” He cuts in, hand reaching for you. You step away from his hand, face pulling into a scowl, but following in his direction nevertheless. His hand hovers over your lower back, not actually touching you, but you can still feel the heat from his appendage.

“I missed you.” He says quietly, once you’re far enough from the table.

You snort, giving him a cold look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His brows furrow, a pout that you would find cute any other time, tracing his lips. “I don’t understand, I thought we weren’t telling anyone?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Jake.”

“Then, please, enlighten me, darlin’,” He whines, not a trace of sarcasm in his tone.

You sigh heavily. “If you missed me so much, like you said, then why were you talking to other girls?” You wonder, eyes narrowed.

“Baby, are you kidding me?!” He exclaims, ignoring the sharp look you give him—whether its from the baby or his volume level, he doesn’t know. “My favorite girl was ignoring me, I—“

“No Jake, I’m not ‘kidding you’.” You snap, abruptly cutting him off. “What the hell am I supposed to think? You spend the whole night, not speaking to me, but you’re fine with talking blondie’s ear off all night? I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m trying not to make it obvious to our friends that we’re sleeping together, but you could at least acknowledge me!”

“Are you jealous?” He blurts, he can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes him, even when he thinks he see’s smoke come out of your ears.

“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss.

“No need to be jealous baby,” He sidles right up to you. “You’re the one I’m goin’ home with, pretty girl.”

“Well she doesn’t know that.” You grumble.

“You’re the only that needs to know it.” He rasps, calloused palms sliding gently over your cheeks, before warm lips land on yours.

His tongue is practically down your throat when you finally push him off, feigning an appalled expression. Your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you also can’t deny how good it feels to be the only person he’s looking at right now.

“Take me home then.” You dare, locking your eyes on his.

“Gladly.” He smirks, sliding his arm around your shoulders. He walks you both by your group, dropping enough cash on the table, to cover all of your drinks, before leading you outside.

If your friends didn’t know before, they definitely do now.

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wildrangers · 1 year

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Can This Be a Real Thing, Can It? // Jack Hughes

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: As lines become blurry, you seek answers from Jack.

Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst, lots of fluff

You weren’t surprised when a knock sounded from your door, despite the late hour. Secretly, you’d been hoping he’d come after the plane landed like he had been for weeks now. You set aside the book you’d been reading and padded to your front door, revealing an exhausted-looking Jack.

“Does it feel as bad as it looked?” you asked in greeting, taking in his swollen lip.

“Probably feels worse” he admitted, pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in the scent of him.

“Would ice help?” you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“No but a kiss would” he replied and you rolled your eyes as you pulled away.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Why would be I be kidding? I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you but it looks like it hurts you to talk, let alone for me to touch your mouth” you grimaced, eyeing him skeptically.

He pouted at you, looking all the more pathetic with his fat lip. “Fine, we’re icing it first though, go sit down on the couch” you sighed and he quickly did as commanded.

You heard his soft voice greet your cat, Piper, who you assumed was making herself at home on his lap. The little cheat loved him way more than she did you. After wrapping a few ice cubes in a soft towel, you made your way to the living room, watching him coo lovingly at your cat. You smiled at the scene until his own lips spread into a grin and you saw the gap.

“Holy shit, you lost a tooth!” you gasped, nudging Piper over so you could sit beside him, your legs settling over his lap.

“I don’t want to talk about it” he groaned, laying his head on the back of your couch.

“It’s cute” you said, surprised to find you meant it. Your compliment just earned you a glare though so you gently placed the ice on his mouth, a wince of pain overtaking his features. His eyes closed as a comfortable silence settled around you both, broken only by Piper purring on his other side.

As you watched his face slowly relax as the ice numbed his pain, you couldn’t help but note how domestic this scene felt. Jack, you, and your cat curled up on the couch after a roadie with you tending to his injury. If only you actually knew what the two of you were, maybe then you’d feel as relaxed as Jack looked.

***

You two had met at the team’s unofficial Halloween party, at the invitation of your neighbor Dawson. You really were closer with his girlfriend, but you all hung out sometimes so you accepted the invite. As soon as Dawson introduced you two, you were done for. You would do just about anything to earn one of his genuine smiles, the kind that lit up his whole face. You two spent most of that night chatting and you couldn’t believe how quickly time flew.

But you were swamped with school and he was busy with the team. Over the next couple months, you two slowly became good friends, meeting up when you could but mostly Facetiming or texting. Until New Year’s Eve anyway.

Nico’s apartment was noisy but you two had tucked yourselves into a back room, clearly not meant for guests but at least you two could actually talk.

“You’re fucking with me” you laughed, wiping tears from your eyes.

“I swear to God, he ripped the braces right off my teeth” he grinned and you lost your breath altogether as he continued describing it. As you tried to get your breathing under control, you rested your head on his shoulder without a second thought. It felt only natural when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

This was one of your favorite things about being with Jack. You two had great conversations but silence never felt awkward. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t hear the rest of the party counting down to midnight down the hall. As they got to single digits, you moved from your spot on his shoulder to see him already staring at you intently. You held his gaze until you couldn’t fight your eyes dropping down to his mouth and back up again, willing him to make a move.

As the countdown neared its end, your heart was pounding in your chest and nerves twisted your stomach. While the group outside cheered, he leaned in, his lips finally meting yours. You couldn’t describe how you felt in that moment—all you could remember was how your lips locked together like puzzle pieces, his hands falling to the curve of your waist like they’d been molded to fit that exact spot.

You thought that moment would change your relationship and, in some ways, it did. He’d pulled away with that shit eating grin of his as he led you back to the party. You two hung out a lot more after that, almost always at your place. At first that confused you, but as time went on you wondered if it was because so many of the guys lived in his building and he didn’t want them to see you. Not that you thought he was ashamed of you but rather that he wanted to keep it lowkey. Which you could do, honest.

***

Seriously, for months that was what it was. When he had an off day or you had a light school week, you two were more than friends. Otherwise, you chatted like you had been, very little changing between you two. Right when you fully accepted the reality of the situation was the first night that he showed up at your door late one night.

You’d been just about to go to bed when you heard a knock. You assumed it was at your neighbor’s door until your phone vibrated beside you. Are you up? followed by another knock at what you now realized was your door. Rage flew through you—you could do casual, fine. But to show up announced with a ‘you up’ text? Unacceptable. As you pulled the door open to tell him just that, you stopped when you saw how deflated he looked.

“I’m sorry, I know I have no right to just show up like this” he said, sad blue eyes meeting yours.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, worry flooding your chest.

“It’s not even that big of a deal, we just lost the game and I had a shit night and all I could think was that I wanted to see you. I should have at least called or something, I mean—oh shit, it’s Tuesday, isn’t it? You have your 8AM class tomorrow morning, I’ll go, I’m—.”

You’d cut off his rambling by grabbing his hand and pulling him into your apartment. “Look, I don’t mind if you stay but I am seriously exhausted so if you came here for any kind of action, you’re in for some disappointment.”

“Seriously, I just wanted to be with you” he insisted and you gave him a doubtful look. “I mean, if you’d offered, I wouldn’t have said no but that wasn’t my intention.”

You took in the slope of his shoulders, the way he was folded into himself in a way that was so un-Jack-like, and believed him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked softly and he nearly collapsed into you in response, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head buried in your neck. You two stayed like that for a while, the tension in his back slowly releasing as you held him.

“Don’t know what there is to say” he finally mumbled, “I totally blew it tonight.”

You shook your head as you gently pushed him back to cup his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Jack, you are one person. You’re allowed a bad night. So, let’s get you some pajamas and into bed and you can tell me all about it, yeah?”

He nodded glumly and you pulled him towards you, your hands staying on his cheeks as your lips met. This kiss was different from any you’d shared. He normally took charge, his confidence bleeding into every aspect of who he was. But tonight, he kissed you tentatively, slow and sweet in a way that didn’t set your heart aflame but instead made it settle down in your chest. It had felt vulnerable and real and like the start of something new.

***

A little over a month later, you returned to the present moment. He came over after most games now, celebrating the wins and seeking comfort after losses. But still, no labels, no discussion of what you two were. Suddenly, the absurdity of it hit you—you were giving this man your all without even knowing if he still just thought of you two as friends with benefits.

With that thought, you took his hand, placed it over yours that had been holding the ice in place and stood up, turning your back to him.

“Where you going pretty lady?” he asked quietly. Normally, a line that silly would earn him an eye roll and a giggle. Tonight, you just wondered over to the windows, taking in the city below you.

“Y/N?” he asked again and you took deep breaths trying to get your thoughts in order. The long pause must have made him nervous because you heard him sit up.

“Jack, what are we doing?”

“Well, right this moment, you’re making me nervous” he admitted and you sighed, turning to face him.

“Jack, seriously, I need you to be honest with me.”

“About what? I don’t understand what’s happening right now, we’ve done this so many times.”

“Exactly, Jack! We have done this countless times and yet I have no idea what your intentions are. Every step of the way, I’ve thought ‘Well, it must be happening for real now’ but no, that was just stupid wishing on my part if you don’t even know what I’m asking you” you replied, turning back to face the window. You’d be damned if he saw you cry.

You were met with the first awkward silence you two had ever shared and you shook your head at yourself—you should have known better. Lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when his hands landed on your shoulders, gently turning you around. You let him, and he buried his face in your neck like that first late night he’d come to you see, seeking comfort after a loss. You allowed yourself to enjoy his presence for a moment before lightly pushing him back.

“I need you to tell me what we are, Jack.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do” he sighed in frustration, running his hands through his hair, confused eyes meeting your own.

“No, you’re not saying anything! You’re just holding me, like you always do.”

“Exactly!” he snapped and you flinched back slightly; he’d never raised his voice before and it startled you. “When I have a bad day or game, I come here because you always know how to make me feel less shitty. When I have the best day or a great game, I want to share it with you because you make me that much happier. Fuck, I’ve been a goner for you since Halloween for god’s sake! I don’t understand how you don’t know that.”

“Because you’ve never said it, Jack!”

“Neither have you!”

That response made you pause and quickly sort through your memories only to find he was right—you hadn’t said anything either, allowing you two to float in this gray space the whole time.

“When you didn’t say anything, I just assumed you wanted it this way. Every time I pushed to get closer, you let me but only so far. So, I just left it alone” he said much more quietly, avoiding your gaze.

You sighed, leaning in to rest your head against his chest. You hadn’t even realized you’d done it—just like he said, whenever you felt any emotion intensely, you wanted to share it with him. After a moment’s pause, you felt his hand gently tangle in your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“We’ve been stupid, haven’t we?” he muttered and you laughed, pulling away to look up at him.

“Yeah, I’d say so” you agreed. “I just never wanted to push you so I left it and then got mad when you did the same. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too” he whispered, tracing your lips with shaky fingers. You couldn’t remember a time he seemed nervous or unsure but if his quivering hands didn’t prove it, the searching look in his eyes certainly did. “Can we do this now? The right way?”

Your heart tripped at the slight crack in his voice and you nodded, “Yes, please.”

That earned you a grin, albeit one tooth short. His hands, a bit more sure of themselves now, cupped your face as he pulled you to him. Your lips met and you took great care to be gentle even though you desperately wanted to claim him, pull him into you as much as you could. But within 30 seconds, you felt him flinch as you accidentally hit a sore sport so you pulled away.

“I guess the kiss didn’t help as much as you thought it would” you teased.

“I mean, it did just not physically” he admitted and you laughed. You laced your hands behind his neck, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead.

“My poor baby boy” you cooed and he swatted you away as you laughed again.

“You swear you don’t think I look dumb with this stupid gap?” he asked shyly.

“I thwear it” you promised earnestly and he grabbed your sides, throwing you onto the couch before tickling you ruthlessly.

“Can’t make fun of me if you can’t talk” he smirked, triumphant, as you wiggled helplessly beneath him.

“I yield, I yield!” you gasped out and he stopped. Piper had long since abandoned you two so you laid out fully on the couch, trying to catch your breath. Jack laid himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest as his arms snaked around you. You absently ran your hands through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.

“Jack?” you started softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think you’ll leave your teeth like that?”

“Fuck no.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed, I wrote this one in a couple of hours but I wanted to get it out before Game 4 tomorrow. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed :)

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pedgito · 1 year

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𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 part ii ✎ 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: rules are meant to be bent and broken, fortunately. and while you try your best to keep your distance, it’s almost impossible around eddie and his daughter, finding the best parts of your day are always influenced by them.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), kids are assholes, non-graphic mentions of failed pregnancy, mentions of death (small mention of blood), very deep talks about personal trauma, fluff between reader/eddie and eddie/riley/reader, eddie is jealous of how much riley loves reader, cute dinner dates, smut (grinding over clothes/handjobs), this is very sweet but also very sad so please heed the warnings, i’m begging.

word count: 7.2k — part one

The morning is already going downhill when you walk into a child in the midst of a full meltdown just outside your classroom. Normally you handle it all well and find ways to distract the kids or help calm them, but then there were mornings when you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t blame the kids, you never did—but when the child thinks the best way out of this situation is to bite and kick you, it turns into someone else’s problem and regardless of how difficult it is for you to deal with, the best option is always stepping away.

And by default, most instances like that would get a phone call to the parent or guardian, which you had no problems with—regardless, after the child is dealt with you have no other option that to separate yourself and take a breather at your desk, door locked, and a long fifteen minutes of silence before you completely lost it.

Eddie had made sure to leave the house early that morning and Riley was just as eager, giving him no trouble in getting herself ready for school and in Eddie’s van before he could remind her, already buckled in and ready to go. Having Riley spend the weekend with Wayne was enough to reset both of them and made for a much smoother routine—and Riley is adamant that she doesn’t need to be walked to class, but Eddie follows anyway.

The jiggle on the knob is what finally brings you back, the fuzzy dark curls on Riley’s head peeking through the window in your door, her eyes barely reaching over the ledge of it, no doubt on the tip of her toes. She screams a cheerful “Hi!” and waves enthusiastically from behind the barrier.

If there was anyone who would cheer you up instantly, it was Riley.

Definitely not Eddie—even if his gaze was locked on you despite your lack of acknowledgement toward him.

You cross the room swiftly, pulling the door open with a joyous greeting to Riley, kneeling down to her level to hug her, puffy coat crinkling underneath your grip.

“Daddy, can I show her?” Riley asks, head turned up toward him in question.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think she—“

“Show me what?” You interrupt quickly, eyes squinting scrutinizingly at Eddie before falling on Riley, looking at her with rapt interest.

“Look,” She squeals, showing off her teeth and pressing her tongue against the top row, one of her front middle teeth looking dangerously loose, “daddy said there’s a tooth fairy that will take my tooth!”

“Yep,” You nod, “they take your teeth and trade them for gifts and wishes for the good kids—have you been good?”

“Uh—yes.” Riley responds with uncertainty. “I cleaned my room and brushed my teeth and even did my homework by myself and—“

Eddie shakes his head in amusement, patting Riley’s back as he talks over gently, grabbing your attention.

“She’s got a ton of energy this morning.” He tells you, grinning from ear to ear. “I hope that’s okay.”

“I love it.” You admit to him wholeheartedly, standing at your full height again, making a small noise as Riley slips past you and runs toward her desk, conversation forgotten.

Eddie lingers, smile gradually fading from his face as he looks over at you, waiting for you to say something—anything.

“So, I was thinking—“

“Eddie, I’m at work—“

Eddie looks at you scarcely, eyes apologetic.

“Sorry, I just—don’t know how to do this.” Eddie tells you.

“Well, not here,” You tell him firmly, “but—follow me.”

Eddie follows you skeptically, rounding the side of your desk as you lean over and grab a paper and pen, scribbling down something quickly. Eddie notes the bandage around your wrist but doesn’t say anything—you notice it when you hand the paper to him, he doesn’t want to pry but he’s curious.

“Meltdown,” You explain simply, “It’s just a small bite and a couple scratches.”

“A kid did that?” Eddie asks in sudden shock, offended by the idea that someone so small could be capable of such violence.

“Yes, but it’s fine,” You assure him, “it’s not the first time.”

Eddie looks a little mortified, glancing over at Riley.

You laugh to yourself, shoving the paper into his chest until his attention is back on you.

“It’s my landline,” You explain, “call after six during the week and the weekends are fair game, I’m usually always home.”

“Oh,” Eddie responds, surprised at how forthcoming you are after expecting a rejection or something to tarnish what had happened a couple days prior, “yeah, shit—that works.”

“Eddie.” You warn, a few kids lingering into the classroom.

“Sorry, sorry.” He quickly recovers. “Uh, I’ll call you later tonight then—if, if that’s okay?”

Eddie’s never been a nervous guy, always oozing with his overconfidence and exuberance—though most of that was left behind in high school. It’s been nearly six years since Eddie’s done any kind of dating or putting himself out there. It was like watching a baby gazelle stand for the first time and he couldn’t get his footing.

“That works,” You assure him, a gentle press of your finger against his covered arm—Eddie yearns for that touch, eyes drifting toward your hand with a subtle grin, “now go, class is starting.”

And Eddie can’t help himself, eyes lingering on you all the way to the door, leaving you with his goofy, dopey smile to get you through whatever hell this day was going to bring.

“She’s been talking about bugs for an hour.” Eddie complains through the receiver, the endless ramblings of Riley heard on your end, screaming about spiders and butterflies and every possible bug that exists in the universe.

“And you better sound damn well entertained with everything she’s telling you,” You admonish, shoving your dinner into microwave and pressing a button, stepping away briefly so the noise doesn’t drown Eddie out, “I spent half the day cutting out about a hundred paper legs for them to make those crafts, I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

Eddie’s silent for longer than usual, possibly trying to process your quick change in tone, or thinking of some lame, but witty comeback.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responds instead and you can see him smirking from here, the dimple in his cheek as he grins.

You roll your eyes adoringly, pulling your food from the microwave when it dings, “How was work?” You ask casually, hoping it doesn’t sound too mundane or boring.

“Uh,” Eddie’s brows furrow, “it was fine.”

“That sounded like a question to me.” You tease, plopping yourself down on the couch, food in your lap, television buzzing in the background.

“It’s just…some prick, they come in and ask for all this shit to be done on their fancy ass cars and expect it to be done within the day,” Eddie unloads and you can visualize the stressful hand he runs through his curls, “but those parts take days to come in, if not weeks. They’re just coming to us because we’re cheaper.”

“Daddy,” Riley’s voice is muffled on the other line, “what’s a prick?”

“God,” Eddie sighs, low enough that only you can hear before responding to Riley, “uh—it’s a bad word, sweetheart. Don’t repeat it.”

“I think someone owes another dollar.” You tease and it makes Eddie laugh which was entirely your reasoning for doing so.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, the soft hum of his breathing on the other line as he sits with his thoughts, distracted from the hectic day.

“Some of the parents are like that,” You attempt to comfort him, “they want us to accommodate to their kid in a lot of ways that we can’t do for others because they think their kids are special—and don’t get me wrong, all kids are, but it’s just the entitlement of it all.”

“I don’t understand how you do it.” Eddie sighs, from his end he’s stretched out on the couch, freshly showered, his right leg propped up on the back of the couch while Riley plays on the floor with her toys, little action figures and tiny figurines that Eddie had accumulated over the years.

Eddie from a few years ago wouldn’t be caught dead letting someone of Riley’s age near his things, but he was a much different person now. He also really enjoyed listening to her count out all the sides of his dice, her attention so laser focused as she sounded out the numbers.

“I love kids,” You tell him, “I love teaching to them, helping them learn new things, I’m sure you understand.”

“I guess it’s kind of like when Riley learned to walk,” Eddie says, a fond smile spreading across his face, “I could’ve cried, honestly.”

“They’re tiny and they’re learning, it’s really fun to witness.” You shone a forkful of your dinner into your mouth, “They aren’t tainted by all the shitty stuff outside of the reality of being a kid.”

“Daddy is that grandpa?” Riley asks, her voice nearly blaring through the phone. She’s crawled onto Eddie’s lap out of nowhere, drawing a pained huff out of him.

“No, Ri—no.” He tells her, readjusting her sideways so she isn’t squishing her weight down on his stomach so harshly, her little feet dangling over his side as he back slumps against the couch.

“You only talk to grandpa.” Riley points out.

“Riley, we talked about this.” Eddie says sternly, starting the sentence and allowing her to finish, “Daddy is a—“

Riley pouts in annoyance, arms crossed over her chest lazily, “—grownup.”

“And?”

“I’m little.”

“So?”

“Don’t be nosey.”

You laugh softly, “I can let you go if you need to spend some time with her.”

Eddie’s style of parenting was refreshing, less patronizing, more leveling with her than disciplining.

“Yeah…I probably should.” Eddie says with deep regret, his fingers running through Riley’s curls, still reeling from today’s play. “I need to get her in the bath and ready for bed.”

“Okay.” You tell him simply, knowing he shared the same smile as you. You could hear it in his voice.

“Can I call you later?” Eddie asks shyly, “After she’s asleep.”

You chuckle at his bashfulness, giving him the benefit of the doubt, knowing how eager he is to get to know you better—the sentiment was shared, but you were also exhausted from the day.

“I’m really tired, actually.” You tell him, hoping he doesn’t hate you too much for it. “Maybe when I’m not on the verge of passing out.”

And Eddie understood, “Yeah—I’m sorry.”

“Eddie,” You sigh, “I’m gonna have to muzzle you if you keep apologizing to me.”

“That doesn’t actually sounds too bad—“

“Goodnight.” You tell him quickly, cutting off his howl of a laugh on the other line by ending the call.

Eddie does call every day that week, and the week after, almost every day for the entire month and beyond the holiday nearing into December.

Eddie had forgotten about the date entirely during that time, so invested in learning every possible ounce of information about you, learning what made you laugh and what annoyed you, almost to the point where he could have you in tears over some stupid joke he made, or how his one-ended arguements always ended with Riley having the last word that left Eddie grumbling into the phone at you.

It was the most normal you’ve felt in forever, forget high school, forget college—you’d never been in a relationship, not a serious one anyways. They’ve always been casual or quick hookups, nothing that you felt had any real meaning—with Eddie, it was hard to describe, even if you two were just friends for the time being.

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie explains through a hushed laugh, “she fell asleep in the middle of dinner, face full of chicken noodle and didn’t even wake up when I moved her.”

“Please tell me you cleaned her off at least.”

“I wiped her face down but I’ll have to give her a bath in the morning—it’s the weekend anyways so I’ll take care of that and drop her off with my uncle.”

“Does he take her on weekends all the time now?” You ask curiously.

“Since they started making him take mandatory weekends off, yeah.” Eddie says, “Man is even more stubborn in his old age.”

“Well,” You say with a sweet tone, dragging out the word, “we could hang out.”

Eddie knows you’re making fun of him, but he gives into it.

“I still fully intend on taking you on a date.” Eddie promises.

“I know,” You nod despite his lack of being able to see you, “I enjoy this a lot more, if I’m being honest.”

“Would be a lot nicer in person,” Eddie hints at, letting out a soft groan as he sinks into his mattress. You were already there, turned over on your stomach with your head in your palm, phone pressed firmly to your ear, “like, a lot nicer.”

“Eddie, just ask.”

“Do you want to? Come over?” Eddie asks hopefully, “I can cook dinner again—maybe without the car trouble this time.”

“Eh, I don’t know.” You say with a sense of hesitancy, only joking.

“Hey—“

“You didn’t let me finish,” You complain, stopping his rant before it began, “I was going to say that you deserve a change of scenery, why don’t you come over to my place instead?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds like a good fuckin’ idea to me.” Eddie responds lowly, free hand resting against his bare stomach, “A smart, pretty girl inviting me over for dinner? How could I say no?”

“Smart, surely. I’ve got the degrees to prove it.” You tell him proudly, “Pretty—mmm, I don’t know.”

“Fucking beautiful, in fact.” Eddie flirts openly, feeling less constrained in his language now that Riley wasn’t around.

You smile to yourself, still hung up on one small thing, “I never said anything about cooking for you, to be clear—there’s a reason I don’t even cook for myself.”

“I’ll cook then.” Eddie says in a compromise, “I don’t mind.”

And Eddie is nothing if not thorough, waiting at your door Saturday night with a trove of bags, enough to cook for a full family, complete with wine and all.

He looks a little fancier—like he put on his newest pair of jeans and shirt, still him but more done up. You stare down at your pajamas, blocking the doorway. It was a matching set of lilac satin, loose button up top and shorts to match, fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm—and now, you just felt embarrassed.

But all Eddie has to say is, “Cute.” with a satisfied smirk, bags held tight in his grip.

“Shut up.” You grumble, dragging him inside and shutting the door behind him.

You waste no time pouring you both a hefty glass of wine, spreading yourself out on the chair nestled under the island in your kitchen, giving Eddie free-roam of whatever he needs.

Eddie preps and sets up the food with little small talk, focused on the task at hand.

“You’re really serious when you cook.” You comment, halfway through your glass. “It’s…cute.”

Eddie huffs a weak laugh, stirring the food in the pan before turning toward you, “Cute? Is that all you got?”

“Hot, attractive, take your pick.” You shrug, smiling around the rim of your cup.

“You don’t drink often, do you?” Eddie asks, eyeing you suspiciously. He wipes his hands on the clean towel before tossing it on the counter, sliding his glass slowly along the island as he travels toward you, linger beside the unoccupied seat.

“I’m not drunk.” You insist. It was true, you weren’t. But given the high you felt being around Eddie like this, alone, for the first time—you might as well be.

Eddie’s eyes squint, narrowing as he judged your response, lips pulling into a tight line.

“How long until it’s done?” You ask, nodding toward the stove.

Eddie approaches slowly, shoving himself between you and the empty chair, sipping generously on the wine. “Uh, half hour—maybe a little less.”

“Oh, okay.” You nod slowly, turning toward him, legs widening wordlessly to welcome him.

You two remained relatively distant in public, given the situation—and not that he was obligated to act any certain way, but the tension was there the moment he stepped inside of your apartment. It was written all over his face, his body language.

“Yeah.” Eddie says mindlessly, eyes trailing the line of your exposed neck, the start of your top where the first button is undone, the hair that’s thrown over your shoulder and giving him a perfect view.

“Eddie.” You interject his trailing thoughts, eyes pleading.

He blinks, a silent “Can I?” that never comes. You smile welcomingly, pulling at the center of his shirt to force him toward you. His hand instantly slips around the back of your neck to cradle your head, tipping it up to meet his gaze as he bends slightly, forcing himself between the small space you had created for him, knees bracketing his hips.

He’s an absolute menace as he leans forward, lips brushing against yours to pull away just as quick, causing you to grunt in frustration, chasing his fleeing lips.

“Stop that.” You complain, mouth pulled down in a full frown as you look up at him, eyes glazed over in frustration.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie chuckles, rubbing the back of your head with his thumb, causing you to lean into the touch. “Feels good?”

“Mhm.” You hum softly, eyes falling shut as his hand trailer back down your neck, squeezing softly, pulling a pained moan from you.

There wasn’t enough massaging in the world that could fix your tight muscles, but if it was bound to bring those sounds out, Eddie would work as long as it took.

“Eddie, you’re really starting to frustrate me.” You complain, letting him work at the muscles tenderly.

“I’m just trying to help you out.” He insists and you peek an eye open, his devilish smiling and heated gaze staring right back. “If you want something so bad just take it.”

“Fine.” You retort, fisting your hand into his collar and pulling him in, lips pressing against his in a way that’s almost bruising—that metaphorical dam breaking after weeks of lingering touches and little contact, and god dammit you just wanted to feel good.

Eddie’s also a very physical kisser, something you were just now learning, his hands slipping under your silk top and squeezing at the skin, his gentle nudges of his nose forcing your head back, lips latching onto your neck just as fast, but you’re not having it. You pull away, eyeing him tensely.

“Nuh uh.” You say with a head shake, gripping his face in between your fingers, pulling his mouth back to yours, tongue dragging across his top lip until he’s parting them, and it’s the first time Eddie sighs, his tongue grazing against your own.

“The dinner…” His voice lingers, “We can’t get distracted.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it,” You counter, pulling back slightly to look at him—he’s guilty, you can see it written all over his face, “and last time I checked, we still had at least twenty minutes to waste.”

“If only I had some ideas.” Eddie says dreamily, sighing against your mouth as he kisses back lazily, soft pillowy lips grazing yours sweetly.

You pull back after a moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and eyes flicking up toward him—he was at your will instantly. Your hands wandered toward the belt wrapped tightly around his waist, the old and worn out belt buckle outline of metal handcuffs pairing with the leather perfectly. You tug roughly and Eddie grunts, hands flying out to his side as he stumbles forward.

“I have one.” You say softly, “How efficient are you?”

“Huh—uh, depends.” Eddie tells you, stammering over his words. “It’s been, um, a while—so, yeah—“

The words linger between you both and Eddie is expecting some judgment, but it never comes. You were in the same boat, mostly—aside from the very rare and occasional hookup with someone from the bar in town, but that had also been months ago.

Your palm flattens out and rubs over the front of his jeans—Eddie was already there from the moment his lips touched yours, his dick pressing a hard line against the seam of his dark jeans.

Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut out of habit, forcing himself to concentrate—it's not like he’s as inexperienced or young as he once was but he’s also never been the best at holding out, his eagerness always getting the better of him.

“You don’t—you don’t have to.” Eddie insists, hips rocking up into your touch despite his words. “I didn’t expect you to, you know—“

“Put out?” You tease him, smoothly undoing his belt enough that you can reach the button of his jeans, popping it open. The zipper is loud in the silence of your apartment, aside from the distant hum of your television and the food cooking on the stove. “We’re not teenagers, Eddie.”

Eddie’s tired of fighting it, feeling like he needs to be the better person instead of indulging in the things he wants. So, he gives in.

“Fuck it.” He sighs, pulling you up from the chair roughly, hands tangling into your hair while he coerced you backwards toward your couch, nudging your leg up only slightly so you don't fall over the arm, guiding you down carefully.

“Shit, hold on.” Eddie forces out, settling himself over top of you, positioned in between your spread legs as he works his jeans and boxers down swiftly, pressing himself up against your clothed body—and maybe it was a bad idea to wear silk or any clothes at all, for that matter, but you didn’t have time to worry about that. Eddie sighs deeply, nosing under your chin until your neck tips back, running his lips along the hinge of your jaw, using his hands to wrap your legs around his hips until he’s pulled flush to your cunt, the bare heat of his dick apparent even through the thin material.

You giggle softly at his touches, gentle pecks against your skin, light traces of his fingers against your sides, against your rib cage until he gradually reaches your breasts, squeezing the flesh gently.

“Now this,” You speak distantly, voice airy as Eddie tracks his mouth along your jaw, stopping just over your lips, eyes opening lazily to stare at you, “this feels like something we’d be doing if we were still in high school.”

Eddie chuckles audibly, a toothy grin on his face as he moves his hips, gauging your reaction as he rubs against you—it’s not the friction you want, but it’s what you’ll take, glaring at him just as intensely.

“You’re looking at me like you want to say something else.” Eddie comments, slightly out of breath. He adjusts himself against you, the sharpness of his knuckles dragging against your clit teasingly. He hadn’t even meant to, clearly—too distracted by the shallow rise and fall of your chest as he grinded against you, any earlier shame now gone.

You shake your head shyly, pushing his fallen hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear carefully, admiring the way he leans into your touch, eyes falling shut as he moves, mouth falling open soundlessly, taking the opportunity to drag your thumb across his bottom lip.

“We should stop,” Eddie says regretfully, despite his still moving body, “don’t wanna—mess up your clothes.”

You laugh quietly, tipping his head up slightly to look at you, “I can change.” You tell him, seeing the stress in his face as his eyebrows pull together. “It’s fine, really.”

There’s a small pause of silence, the sound of your clothes dragging together, Eddie’s muffled moans as he buries his face beside your head, turning his head every so often to press absentminded kisses at the shell of your ear, willing himself to last longer than he knows he’s capable. But it’s there and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off.

“Can I touch you?” You ask softly, fists pressed against his abdomen, rubbing against the cotton of his shirt, “Do you want me to?”

“Fuck, yes—yeah, please.” Eddie rushes out, creating a tiny space for you to squeeze your hand between, taking him in your hand firmly and giving him more resistance to thrust against, squeezing just enough that it forces him to lose focus, hips faltering. Your thumb swipes over the head, pearlescent precum leaking from the slit. Eddie curses again at the action, having been so starved of another person’s touch—it only takes a few more minutes of your precise but delicate touches before he’s falling apart above you, coming with a strained groan as he spills over your hand and your stomach, indeed making a mess of you.

When Eddie finally gathers himself, he’s got a look of disbelief, barely able to process what had just happened before the timer is going off, signaling to both of you that things had gone on a little longer than necessary.

“Shit—the food.” Eddie panics, tucking himself back into his pants quickly and shoving away from you, skidding toward the kitchen to turn off the stove.

You’re already mostly undressed when he turns around, though your back is to him as you trail toward your room, tossing the dirty clothes away as you reach for some new ones. He’s still watching when you return, a sated grin on his face.

“What?” You ask with a weak laugh, walking toward him. “Do I have something on my face?”

Eddie nods seriously, reaching for your face with his outstretched hand, bringing his lips to the bridge of your nose.

“Now you do.” He mumbles against the skin, leaning your head up to press an even sweeter kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Go, sit down. I’ll get the plates ready.”

“Thank god,” You sigh, patting his lower stomach gently, right at the gap of his still unbuttoned pants, “I’m starving.”

Eddie never leaves that night either. It’s not his fault or yours, an hour of conversation turning into a night. Eddie never gets bored of it, listening to your voices, watching you talk about your job for hours on end, so enraptured by all of your stories, meaningful or not. He could bore you with cars, or music, but he can’t even bring himself to interrupt—only when he decides to interject about Riley. He sees that way your face lights up when you mention her, as does his, but there’s a difference.

Riley is the love of Eddie’s life, it’s so blatantly obvious. He’s spent years trying to figure out what was missing, what he needed to fill that void of abandonment and loneliness—growing up without his mother and father, it was like he was fixing their wrongs and breaking that cycle. He wouldn’t be here without Wayne, but had Riley not entered his life, he wasn’t sure he’d ever find his purpose. Eddie was a semi-retired metal head, a mechanic, but more importantly he was a father.

For you, Riley fills that space that left you so long ago. You knew the possibility of having kids was impossible and it’s why you cherished your job so closely, you treated the children as if they were your own, but Riley takes the cake. Her vibrancy and whimsyness is something you lacked as a child and as an adult even, it’s hard not to smile around her.

Eddie’s soaking your pillow with his wet hair, but you can’t be bothered to care. His arm is tucked up under his hair, eyes following your movements as you shifted under the covers and turned to him, tracing your fingers along the tattoo just over his chest, comfortable in the silence.

Eddie uses his thumb to fiddle with the rings on his left hand, right hand twisting the ring on your own finger. He smiles slightly, bringing your fingertip to his lips to press a gentle kiss.

“Do you want to know?” You ask curiously, voice low.

“If you’re comfortable.” Eddie soothes, “If it’s hard to talk about you don’t have to.”

“It is—but I’ve shoved it away for so long,” You sigh, wrapping your hand around his palm, letting him squeeze it tight, “it was unplanned.”

“I didn’t even think I could have kids,” You explain, “but that was just me being naive—and I had sex without protection once, once.” You stress greatly, “I found out I was pregnant a month later and I was terrified.”

“Whatever happened to the—“

“I didn’t tell him.” You answered simply, “It wouldn’t have made a difference. I was a year off from graduating, I figured I could handle it myself.”

Eddie nods silently, listening as you continue.

“Nothing was wrong—at first. But they had said she was measuring small, which wasn’t that uncommon.” You take a shaky breath, crisp air filling your lungs. “I figured she’d catch up eventually but she never did.”

Eddie says your name softly, an apology in its tone.

“Her heart couldn’t take it.”

And you couldn’t bring yourself to save the words, but Eddie knew. He reaches for you wordlessly, a hand wrapped around to cradle your head, pulling you to him. He pressed a long kiss into the crown of your head, resting his cheek there. He’s silent for a while, tender fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“There were complications during Riley’s delivery.” Eddie says softly, “At least, that’s how they explained it to me. I never really knew what happened, just that she lost a lot of blood and they had to get Riley out quickly.”

“You weren’t in the room?”

“I was slammed at work, I left as soon as she called but I was stuck on the highway—I didn’t find out until after.”

“Oh, Eddie.” You frown, looking up at him.

“Things were—not good, toward the end.” Eddie explains, “We started arguing a lot, but I was really trying to fix things, make it work, you know?”

“Riley only knows her through pictures.” Eddie says, “She knows that her mom isn’t with us, but I haven’t really explained it to her.”

“She’s a force,” You comment fondly, “I’m sure she carries her spirit with her, even if she’s the spitting image of you.”

Eddie huffs a soft laugh, “Anyways, it took about a year for me to deal with it. I don’t think it’ll ever hurt any less, but I had to move on at some point.”

“You…haven’t dated since?” You ask curiously.

“No—well, not until—“ His eyes linger on you and you smirk slightly, “no, I haven’t.”

You rub your hand over his bicep comfortingly, “I don’t expect anything from you, Eddie—and I’m not expecting anything serious, either. I do enjoy spending time with you. Riley too, she’s such a ridiculous ball of energy.”

“I just don’t know how this shit works anymore.” Eddie laughs sadly, “But, I’ve never seen Riley interact with someone so easily before.”

“I’m her teacher.” You remind him humorously, “She’s around me constantly, it makes sense.”

Eddie smiles, “She keeps asking me to invite you over for another dinner and saying that we could have a sleepover.”

You raise your eyebrow in question, a laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Sometimes we pig out on junk food and watch movies in my room—that’s what she calls it, she always falls asleep halfway through the first movie.”

“I would love to—I just don’t want her getting the wrong ideas.” You tell him regretfully, not that you weren’t already enamored with them both. “Or trying to force myself into a position that doesn’t feel right.”

“Are you scared of her accidentally calling you mom?” Eddie grins and you roll your eyes with a faint annoyance, “I think you’ll be okay.”

“No, no—“ You interject seriously, “I think we should figure out what this is before we try to explain anything to her, but I don’t want you feeling pressured to label it.”

“I don’t feel pressured,” Eddie shakes his head, “but you can’t avoid Riley outside of school forever if we keep this up, eventually you’ll have to face her. She’s a huge part of my life.”

You smile slightly, laughing fondly to yourself.

“And I really hope you are too.” Eddie adds, staring down at you vulnerably, “In whatever form that is.”

Riley begs Eddie every day after she hears your voice on the phone the following week, Eddie being caught too red-handed to deny it. That night ends with you talking to Riley for almost an hour, her cadence never faltering until Eddie has to pry that phone from her tiny death grip.

“She’s asking if you’ll come over for Christmas.” Eddie tells you. Silently, Eddie was just as hopeful. “Well—demanding is more accurate.”

“Daddy,” Riley whines, “She has too.”

“You heard her.” Eddie adds, awaiting your response as Riley stared him down.

“I suppose so.” You agree, “But, only because Riley wants me too.”

“She said yes.” Eddie whispers to Riley, a cheerful screaming ripping through the receiver, “God—okay, let’s not do that again.”

“Sorry.” She giggles, enveloping Eddie in a bear hug.

“Get in your pajamas,” Eddie tells her, “I’ll be in your room in a couple minutes.”

“But Eddie, she wasn’t done telling me about her favorite color.” You beg jokingly, “It’s yellow, by the way.”

“I know,” Eddie responds with a fair amount of attitude, “you two can finish it in when you come over—on Christmas.”

Eddie would never admit he was jealous of Riley stealing his time with you—even if he did watch with a scowl as Riley made you laugh more than he did.

And when Christmas finally rolls around, Riley is stuck to your side every moment of it. You made a huge deal of the affair, buying matching pajamas and all. Eddie doesn’t put up much of a fight either, not with both of you threatening him so viciously.

Eddie hated being tickled and Riley was very persistent when she wanted something.

You had decided to come over the night before, spending Christmas Eve having the sleepover that Riley had talked about for a while—and like Eddie had told you, she was asleep halfway through the first movie, crashing hard from her sugar high.

He tucks Riley into bed with no problem before spending the rest of the night shoved up beside you on the couch, both of you falling asleep deep in the night without realizing—woken up by a proding tiny finger shoved in both of your faces.

It’s Christmas!” Riley had cheered, both of you two groggy to react immediately, “Wake up!”

“We’re up, we’re up.” Eddie repeats, using his palms to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

You and Eddie had both agreed on no gifts for each other, not wanting the other to feel obligated about spending money on one another, focusing solely on Riley.

It’s the happiest you’ve been in a while, used to spending your holidays alone, not celebrating and wallowing in your own self-pity. But, it’s a reminder how easily life can give, just as quickly as it can take away.

Riley crawls into your lap later that afternoon, a cheeky smile on her face.

“What are you up to?” You ask suspiciously.

Riley grins wide, her fist closed tight.

And holy shit—her tooth had finally fallen out. It has been hanging on for days and Eddie was dreading the day he had to pull it, already too squeamish for his own good.

You gasp in shock, thankful that Eddie was out on the porch smoking and couldn’t hear you.

“Oh my god, Ri—“ You tell her, pulling open her first to—indeed, a tooth. “How did that happen?”

“I pushed it with my tongue really hard and it went pop,” Riley responds comically, using her free hand to extend her fingers out to mimic the sound, “but now my mouth tastes funny.”

“That’s blood, sweetheart.” You explain, seeing the small amount staining her bottom lip. You rise with her, settling her on your hip until you can reach the counter, placing her next to the sink.

“Blood?” She asks in a squeaky tone, immediately panicking.

“It’s normal—that’s what happens when you lose teeth.” You explain to her, watching as she touched the tooth with her finger, rolling it around. You scrunch up a paper towel and press it to the missing tooth, “Here, keep that there for a couple minutes and it should stop.”

“Okay.” She muffles around the tissue, kicking her sock covered feet out lazily.

“Hey, I got an idea.” You whisper to her, “Do you want to pull a prank on your daddy?”

Riley giggles softly, nodding in response.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear, devising the perfect plan.

Eddie comes inside a few minutes later, face flushed from the cold wind as he hangs his jacket up, only noticing Riley when she turns to him. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, running to her side immediately.

“Woah—wha—what happened?” Eddie asks in a panic, eyes flicking between you and Riley.

Riley pulls away the blood-stained paper towel, grinning excessively wide.

“Hey! It finally came out.” Eddie says cheerfully, grilling her chin to inspect the vacant spot in her mouth, “Where is it?”

“I…swallowed it.” Riley says sheepishly, putting on her best acting skills. She frowns, eyes welling with tears.

“Hey—what’s wrong?” Eddie asks, looking up at you desperately. You shrug.

“Now I don’t have a tooth for the tooth fairy.” She says sadly and if you weren’t in on it, it could’ve brought you to tears too.

“Oh, Ri—it’s okay.” Eddie assures her.

“But the tooth fairy needs teeth.” Riley argues, “And mine is in my belly.”

Eddie wishes he had some prior experience with this, but he's at a loss, hoping your familiarity with kids and these situations would come in handy—he’s floundering, unsure of how to cheer Riley up. It’s was fucking Christmas after all.

“Just kidding!” Riley says giddily, flashing the tooth still gripped tightly in her fist, shoving it into Eddie’s face. Riley smiles up at you, waiting for your judgment.

“Good job.” You tell her, offering her your fist. She reaches over her free hand and bumps it lightly.

“Oh, ha ha.” Eddie deadpans, “You two are hilarious.”

“Thank you.” You respond genuinely, hand placed over your heart. “She’s got a real career ahead of her.”

Eddie rolls his eyes lightheartedly, “I knew putting you two together was a bad idea.”

“Horrible.” You agree, heaving Riley up into your arms as she extended her own, meeting Eddie with matching mischievous smiles.

Eddie flashes up the note at you—the one had told Riley to leave under her pillow that night with her tooth listing all of the things she’d hoped for in exchange for it. He was expecting dolls or cars or any sort of toy that she was obsessed with over the month, not even close to what she actually writes down.

He can’t even read it at first, squinting his eyes to try and make out her messy scribbles before you have to yank it from his grip. You’re only a few words in before your face falls.

It’s hard to make out, your name misspelled and illegible but the thought was there—but from what you can read, it says:

‘I want her to come live with me and daddy. My friends talk about their mommy’s and all I have is my daddy. My mommy is up in heaven but if she stays, she could be my new mommy.’

You sob without question, shoving the paper at Eddie.

It takes him a moment to catch up through Riley’s handwriting, but he gets the gist—face falling just as fast.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie attempts to comfort, “I didn’t—I didn’t expect her to write something like that, otherwise I would have let you read it first.”

You bury your face into your hands, trying to process it all.

“I didn’t know she felt that way—I mean, she loves you obviously. But, she never talks about her mom. I didn’t—I couldn’t have—“

Eddie can’t make this any better, any easier��it was a horrible punch to his chest, knocking the air out of him.

“It’s okay,” You assure him through a broken sigh, “I just need a minute.”

Eddie pulls you into his chest, letting you calm yourself down before speaking, his cheek pressed against the top of your head comfortingly, the sound of his heart pounding in your ears.

He was just as terrified as you. Kids always made everything much more complicated, but the more it settled with you, it might’ve been exactly what you needed.

“I’m scared.” You tell him honestly, “Everything in my life always ends up fading away at some point, I don’t know if I can handle losing this if I commit to it.”

“Is that why you’re scared?” Eddie asks curiously, bordering on incredulous as he turns your face up to look at him. “That you’ll fuck this up somehow?”

“How long have we known each other, Eddie?”

“A little over three months.” He answers casually, wondering why you were taking this line of questioning with him.

“Does that seem rushed to you?” You ask hesitantly. In reality, you’d never felt something more natural.

“I knew Riley’s mom for not even a day before we knew we wanted to be together—not that any of that matters, but all that is such bullshit. I like you, I’ve liked you since I saw you—“

“But—“

“No—I don’t think you realize how much this means to Riley, or me. She loves you, she tells me constantly. And frankly, I’m right fuckin’ there with her.”

You frown again, deeper as your eyes begin to sting.

“I’m never going to push you into anything, but I can assure you that Riley is going to be super disappointed if her wish doesn’t come true—not after how much you hyped up the tooth fairy.” It’s a lighthearted attempt at a joke, it hurts but it works, causing you to laugh softly.

“Do you want this?” You ask hesitantly, “Long term?”

“Are you really asking me that?” Eddie asks, eyes pleading.

“How the hell do we tell her?”

“Considering what she wrote on that note, I think she already knows.”

Riley was more intelligent than she let on, even at such a young age. And even if she didn’t fully understand, seeing her dad smile was the first sign, but it was also all she needed.

“We’ll do it together.” Eddie comforts you, “Okay?”

You nod slowly, eyes searching his. He smiles lopsided, thumb rubbing against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you.” You tell him suddenly. “I just want to say that.”

Eddie feels like his thunder was yanked out from under him, shoving you gently. “That’s so unfair,” He complains, “—couldn’t even let me say it.”

He’s only joking, causing you to smile now, tears forgotten.

“You’ll live”. You tell him, poking at his cheek to force the scowl off his face. “Won’t you?”

Eddie shrugs, falling back on his mattress and pulling you along with him. “We’ll see.”

As long as he had Riley and you, Eddie had nothing to worry about.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #my writing #1kfic

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biteofcherry · 11 months

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Bumping into Omega's crush🥰😉

I take it's a follow up to this ask? 😊 Meeting Omega's hot crush wouldn't go as you think it would, though it's hilarious in a different kind of way.

A fallen crush

Grain of Truth Masterlist

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!female reader

warnings: none really; Steve being possessive; mention of sexy stuff; also alpha Steve is a warning, since he drives a girl stupid 😜

Steve's eyebrows drew in a confused frown as he watched a faint scowl twist your beautiful face, which just seconds ago shone with a bright smile.

This was not the reaction he would've expected.

No, quite the opposite. There should be that glow and sparkles in your eyes, like when he first told you about taking you to the movie premiere and post movie VIP party.

A movie with your annoying star crush, Ari Levinson.

He'd gladly not do it; not only to avoid watching you drool over some actor (even if Steve himself considered him a good one), but because Steve wasn't a fan of big events where he had to dress up.

But he knew it would make you happy and no force - even his possessiveness - could stop him from making your dreams come true.

So when Natasha landed the gig as a fight choreographer for the movie, which then allowed her a VIP pass to the premiere, she offered it to Steve, knowing how much you liked Levinson. Steve was certain she did it mostly to annoy him, surprising you was an additional bonus.

You were so excited to go that it melted away even Steve's own grumpy approach.

Then you were introduced to Ari Levinson and Steve watched, in preparation for having to fucking fight an A-lister, as you shook hands with him and exchanged smiles.

However, when Levinson finally moved away to talk with someone else, your pretty face lost the brightness Steve expected to see at least for the whole night.

"What's up, sweet brat?" He asked, tugging you closer to him.

"Nothing," you shrugged, pretending to look around in curiosity.

"Nothing, sure." Steve was having none of it. "You're at a movie premiere, which you were very excited for. You met your stupid celebrity crush, who held your hand far too long and I didn't even rip his head off. Shouldn't that make you happy?"

"I am happy!" You huffed, but your tone and your glare said otherwise.

"Mhm, yes, you're radiating a happy hissy fit." Steve snorted and pulled you with him a few steps back, into a darkened corner of the party hall.

"So what is it, really?" His voice softened slightly.

"Nothing, just-" you bowed your head, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth- "I just thought it would be different."

"How so?" Steve wondered if there was something about this event that bothered you, or if you felt disappointed that your crush didn't fall head over heels for you.

Which, on one side, was good, because otherwise Steve would beat the guy. On the other side, Steve himself didn't get how someone couldn't see how perfect you are.

When you lifted your head up, it wasn't to confess some sad discomfort, but to snap at him in annoyance:

"I thought I would want him!"

Steve blinked. Now completely confused, but also sensing a wave of possessive anger that threatened to grow if you ever mentioned wanting another man.

"Excuse me?"

"Ugh! It's all your fault!" You poked at Steve's chest.

"Ari Levinson was the hottest Greek God. And yeah, he's still fucking hot. I admit that. He is attractive." You ranted in a heated, though hushed tone.

"But I wanted him. I used to imagine him. And now? Now there's zero lust. Absolute zero. Like my pussy is dead for anyone that's not you, you stupid bossy alpha!"

Steve stared at you for a long moment; at your eyes sparking with the force of a lightning, your cute nose scrunched up in a scowl, your lips parted and teeth bared.

A thin line of propriety separated you from being bent over the nearest table and having the attitude spanked out of you.

Steve's hand moved up your back, until he gripped the back of your neck. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"It better be dead for anyone that's not me, or they're dead."

A shiver trickled down your spine at his growl. You went pliant in Steve's hands, knees going weak.

"You have bad movie lines," you snorted.

"I don't need any lines to have you begging for my knot." Steve's other hand slipped along the slit in your dress.

"Now," his fingers dipped beneath the fabric and between your thighs, "do you want to do it somewhere here, at the party, so your fallen crush can hear it? Or do you want to be a good girl and scram for me at home?"

#ktficworld #grain of truth #alpha!steve rogers x omega reader #alpha!steve rogers x omega female reader #alpha steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #ari levinson is mentioned #and he is a greek god even if we cream for Steve lol

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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You can let it go

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

PLEASE READ PART 1 TO UNDERSTAND

Summary: it’s your birthday, and your best friend throws you a surprise party, giving you one of the best birthdays you could have ever asked for. But of course, it had to end with your dad at the door.

Warning(s): Sloww burn, You and Neteyam’s “friendship” being the cutest thing ever, literal idiots in love, Mentions of self h6rm, ab^se, Neteyam admitting his feelings, blood and fighting, mature language

Glossary: Nìtam: Enough | Neto, vrrtep!: Away, Demon!

This is pretty long, fair warning.

“Y/N! Happy birthday!” Tuk greeted you as you entered the sully’s cave where Lo’ak and Neytiri sat, Neytiri braiding her youngest son’s hair. “Mom, Y/N’s here!”

She looked up with a smile, waving you over to her. “You are 20 now, yes?” You shook your head, sitting next to the woman as she took your hand in hers. “Ah, 19. I forgot” she apologized, clasping her other hand over your knuckles. “Happy birthday, Beautiful girl” your cheeks flush at her words, a smile tugging harshly at your lips.

“Thank you, Neytiri” She places a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a hug, her hand rubbing your back. “Where are Jake and Neteyam?” She laughs, pulling away from you with a raised eyebrow.

“I always know what you’ll say when you come here” Your forehead creased at her words but when Lo’ak started to laugh you instantly understood, kissing your teeth at their joined laughter. “It’s okay, they are out hunting” you nod, pulling Tuk onto your lap. Her hair was also freshly done, new gold pieces attached to some of her braids.

“Your hair is cute, Tuk” she smiled brightly at your compliment, nodding her head and showing you the gold piece.

“Look what mom put in!” She shows you excitedly, Neytiri let out a small laugh as you nodded in agreement, fixing some of the pieces that stuck up. “Mom! You should do Y/N’s hair for her birthday!” You looked over at the woman, watching her eyebrows raise with a closed mouth smile.

“I don’t know… I have no idea what I’d even want” Tuk whines at your response, taking one of your braids between her fingers.

“I have the perfect thing in mind, you just have to sit still” You looked at Lo’ak as she finished his last piece, his shoulders shrugging and you rolled your eyes. He was no help.

“Okay, I trust you” You switched places with Lo’ak, sitting between the mothers legs so she could instantly get to work, starting to undo your previous braids.

“What are you planning to do for your birthday?” She asks and you shrug, fingers fidgeting against one another in your lap. Lo’ak noticed your expression and looked to his mother, watching her eyes soften. “You should not spend it alone, you know”

“I was just going to spend it like every other day. I’m only 19-“

“It’s not any other day, Y/N. It’s been years after you passed your rite of passage, you know what the people are saying” you sigh at her hurtful words, shaking your head.

The sully’s found out about your father only a month after your mother passed, Neytiri practically taking you under her wing for stuff like your rite of passage and finding an Ikran. She truly was like your second mom, and always threatened she’d kill your father if she ever saw a bruise on your body.

Your mother was very close to her since they were young, and your almost sure Neytiri made a promise to her that she’d keep you safe no matter what. She’d almost always offer you to stay with them overnight, hating the fact you when home to that demon of a father. Sometimes she’d even find herself watching you from afar with him, making sure he didn’t lay a hand on you.

You thanked Eywa that Neteyam didn’t tell anyone about you hurting yourself, you knew Neytiri would go crazy if she found out and Jake wouldn’t let you out of his sight. But ever since then, Neteyam didn’t either.

He snuck into your bedroom almost every night to check on you, coming over in the mornings once your father left for his duties, and bringing you to family dinners like nothing had happened. He didn’t forget, but he needed to keep your mind off of it. He was terrified for you safety and you hated that, almost wishing you had never told him in the first place.

Neteyam was going through his own stuff, having to prepare for his ceremony to become Ole’Eyktan. He was still expected to find a mate which he’d been putting off for the longest, arguing with his mother about it almost everyday.

It made you feel horrible, like he had no time to think about his future because he was so worried about you. You loved him, but that’s why you needed him to focus on himself.

You we’re leaving the forest in a few days, and nobody had known except your closest friend, Alyara. You hadn’t even told kiri, afraid she’d tell Neteyam or he’d follow the two of you and hear it for himself. You didn’t want him to get hurt, you needed to get away from the forest, from your father.

And you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

“Do you like it?” You stare at your hair in the mirror, smile brightening at the sight. You felt so beautiful, the most put together you had been in awhile. Neytiri gifted you an outfit, the prettiest braided top and matching loincloth she made herself for your birthday. You barely recognized yourself, no longer looking tired.

“I love it” You smile as she gives your arm a firm squeeze, fixing your newly done Goddess Braids. “What do you think, Tuk?” You turn to her, noticing her jaw cracked wide open making you laugh. “Tuk?”

“You look like a princess!” She clapped, running to you and her mother to get a better look. “Your hair is so long, I wish mine was that long”

“Your hair is perfect, Tuk” you lifted her into your arms, hers wrapping around your neck to give you a hug. “Thank you” You turned to Neytiri, leaning against her embrace as she hugged you and Tuk.

“Oh! I almost forgot” She pulls away, looking over to Lo’ak. “Could you go to the forest and grab some more of those fruits? You and Y/N” Lo’ak nods, standing up to grab his knife from the table as she turns to you, taking Tuk from your grasp. “Sorry, I’m just so tired from yesterday’s trip”

“No, no. It’s fine, I have nothing else to do anyway” You smile to her, beginning to walk to the entrance of the cave before turning to look for Lo’ak. “Jeez, you take forever”

“Mother, we have an issu-“ You turn around at the sudden voice behind you, eyes instantly catching onto his. “Y/N… what are you doing here?” You frown at his tone, like he didn’t want you there.

“Just stopping by… Um, me and Lo’ak were just leaving” Was something wrong? The look on his face worried you, but his eyes couldn’t leave your figure, scanning your new look like he had been memorizing it into his brain. “Are you okay?”

He clears his throat and nods, his eyes giving Lo’ak and his mother a death stare as they tried their hardest not to laugh behind you. “New look?” Jake sighs at his son, patting his shoulder as he pressed his lips together to hold his laugh in as well. “You look… new” Lo’ak practically slapped his hand against his eyes as he shook his head, watching his brother fail so terribly to compliment you. Even Tuk was embarrassed.

“Happy birthday, kid” Jake pushes past Neteyam, pulling you into a hug and his eyes widened at his oldest son without your knowledge. “You look so old, I remember when you were young and still pulling on our tails” you roll your eyes at him, pushing his away with a laugh.

“I’ll still do that” He chuckles, walking over to Tuk and pulling her up into his arms. “Are you ready to go, Lo’ak?” He nods, walking past you to leave the cave but not forgetting to give his brother a shake of his head. You look around at the family before turning to leave, eyes catching neteyam’s once again. “I’ll be back”

“Be safe” He tells you, now serious instead of embarrassed. You nodded your head, walking past the boy and following Lo’ak to your Ikran.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

“Where is that damn fruit! I feel like we’ve been out here forever!” You groan, pushing the tall plants out of your way. You had been looking for hours on end, Lo’ak not finding anything except his mothers favorite flowers.

“I give up” he huffed, sitting down on the fallen tree’s log. You didn’t want to give up, but you were getting tired of looking. Neytiri wouldn’t be too mad, right? “Just stop” You groaned.

“It’s a fucking berry! How hard can it be to find?!” You threw a small rock across the area, hitting a tree not too far from the two of you. “Jake should have came”

“Not Neteyam?” You glare at his words, watching his lips turn to a smirk. You hated when he did that, tried to fluster you about his brother. His brother that you so knowingly had a crush on.

“One sully brother is enough” You sit next to him, dropping your head in your hands with a sigh. “He was acting weird, right? Before we left?” The brother tensed at your question but quickly began to laugh, shaking his head at you. “What?”

“Weird? Jesus, you two are so blind” Your forehead creases at his words, tilting your head to the side. “Can you be honest with me?” The question scared you a bit, the look on his face also giving you some sense of unsureness. “Why are you pushing your feelings for my brother away”

“What? Lo’ak-“

“We all see it, Y/N. Hell, even my mother is rooting for you” You sigh and shake your head, setting your bow down onto the grass. “So you admit it?”

“I don’t know what to admit, Lo’ak” you look over at him, taking a deep breath as you felt your heart begin to race. Lo’ak knew he got to you, he knew you’d tell him the truth. “There’s nothing going on between us”

“It’s my Skxawng of a brother, isn’t it?” He smacked his teeth making you laugh, pushing your hair out of your face to look at him. “He’s never messed anything up, Y/N. The only thing that’s ever made him nervous, was you” Oh Eywa, how tired you’d been of going around this circle.

“I wish it was that easy” He shakes his head at your words, getting off the log to stand up in front of you. “Lo-“

“It is that easy! You guys are too scared to admit it to each other and that’s what’s hurting you” You hated that fact he was right, how badly you wanted to throw your arms around Neteyam everytime you saw him, or how you just wanted to hear his voice. “I see him sneaking out every night, Y/N. I know he goes to see you”

“That’s not what you think-“

“It isn’t about what I think, it’s about you two needing to admit to each other before my father gives him an assigned mate” you furrow your eyebrows, standing up to meet him. “My brother will be 20 very soon. The clan can’t wait for him to find a mate”

“Mating? Even if Neteyam liked me, mating is different” Lo’ak groaned, grabbing your hands to pull you toward him. “I’ve seen the way ghakire looks at him, Lo. He should be with someone who looks at him like that”

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Your heart beats fast against your chest, eyes softening at the brother in front of you. “Y/N, you cannot be so blind”

Before you could reply, he placed his fingers against his neck, nodding after only a few seconds. You knew that was his mother, probably telling him he needed to be back for dinner.

“Your mother?” He nods, not saying another word as he follows you to your Ikran.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

“You can drop me off here” Lo’ak spoke and your forehead creased at his words, landing your Ikran right in the middle of high camp. It was awfully dark, which was weird because it was always lit up by some sort of light.

“Easy girl” you ran your hand along your Ikran’s back, sliding off of her and disconnecting your queues. “Why the hell is it so dark?” You turned to Lo’ak, but he wasn’t there. Your eyes widened as you looked around rapidly, yelling for Lo’ak as lowly as you could to not wake the people.

But he was nowhere to be found. Now your body was clinging to your Ikran, looking around frantically as you heard the small noises come from all around you. Just as you were about to get onto her, the caves were lit up in an instant.

“Surprise!” The whole clan came into few once the torches had lit, and you could see everyone so clearly, eyes landing on Lo’ak as he stood slightly in front of you with his family. That big sully smile made you laugh, covering your face as the clan began to chant.

“Happy birthday, Sweet girl” Neytiri hugged you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help but smile big, watching Tuk run to you with her arms wipe open.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” She hugged you tightly as you lifted her into your arms, spinning her around and making her laugh. “I got the perfect gift for you!” She handed you a small k necklace, your favorite colors and rocks on it with your names engraved into one of them.

“Aw, Tuk” You smile, kissing her cheek before putting her down and kneeling to her, handing it to her. “Wanna put it on me?” She giggled and nodded, pushing your hair out of the way so she could clip it.

You were too busy laughing with Tuk to realize the boy in front of you, but his eyes were only on you. From your beautiful long hair, all the way down to your feet, his eyes couldn’t leave you. It felt like he was holding his breath waiting for you to look at him, waiting for your vibrant green eyes to shine in the moonlight above you.

“You guys didn’t have to do this” you hug the family, only to realize someone was missing. “Where’s Nete?” Neytiri’s heart fluttered at the nickname, looking up at Jake with a smile.

“He is the one who planned everything, we just helped” Jake informs you, laying his hand on your shoulder with a smile as Neytiri leaned against him, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. “He’s also behind you”

You turn, eyes finally meeting his. You didn’t know why, but this moment, this feeling, it was so much. The way he looked at you, the way you looked at him—god…it felt like you lost your breath.

“Neteyam” His ears perk at your soft voice, walking toward him with a smile. “You did this?” He looked down at you with the most loving look he could ever give, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked so beautiful. With your new hairstyle, and the new clothing that fit you so well, you were almost irresistible. As if you weren’t beautiful enough before, you’d have men dropping at your feet by now, and Neteyam would be the first.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” While you two stared at each other, his family couldn’t keep it together behind you, Lo’ak making hand motions to his brother to kiss you, or at least say something. His father wide eyed him, kiri covering her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh.

You pulled the boy into a tight hug, arms wrapping around his neck. His tail swayed like a puppy’s and his arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Thank you, Nete”

You inhaled his forest scent, only this time it was different then before. His scent made your heart begin to beat faster, and your stomach churned at the feeling. It scared you, it scared you because you knew this feeling.

Mate.

You cleared your throat, pulling away from the boy with a smile but you could tell he felt it too because he hesitated to let you go, hands still holding your arm. You needed to distance yourself before you made a horrible choice, your hormones almost getting the best of you before you heard Jake speak.

“Let’s get this party started!” The clan cheered and you sigh in relief, Neteyam’s hand retracting from your arm as the rest of his family came to hug you. “So, 19, huh? I think that calls for a drink” you laugh as he hands you a small cup, reassuring you that you didn’t have to drink it but you did—you wanted to.

“Eywa, where did the years go, child!” Neytiri jokes and you laugh, taking her hand to go dance with the other members of the clan, the boys staying behind with Tuk.

“Son?” Jake places a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, pulling his gaze from you. “It’s happening, isn’t it?”

Neteyam looks down at his feet, shaking his head as Lo’ak lays a hand against his back. When it came to mating, after a certain amount of time you have attraction to someone, it becomes unbearable and you have to mate. Neteyam and you and spent your whole lives loving each other in the dark, and this would only get harder to avoid.

As he watched you dance the night away with his mother, he couldn’t help but wonder if that could’ve been him by your side, showing you off to the clan as his own—as their future Tsahìk.

“Enjoy the party, worry about this later”

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

“I will be right back” You nod at Neytiri, continuing to dance by yourself in the crowd of people. This had to of been one of the best nights of your life, and you felt the best you had ever felt.

The music around you started to get slow and you smiled at Neytiri’s voice, noticing she had been the one singing with Ninat and Mo’at. Pairs started to group around you and you nod at your friend, watching her smile.

Just as you were about to leave, fingers wrap around your wrist gently, your head turning to find the oldest sully boy in front of you, his other hand grasping your other in his hand as well.

“May I?” You blush at his tone and nod your head, letting him lead you through the crowd to an open area to follow their lead. His hands were gentle against your waist, fingertips barely firm again your skin. “Are you having fun, birthday girl?”

Your hands rest against the back of his neck, moving your body to match his along with the others around you. “Thanks to you” You looked at him through lidded eyes, thumb massaging the skin against his neck. You felt the eyes on you, but you couldn’t care, you could only look at the boy in front of you, staring down at you like you were the only girl in the world.

“You look so beautiful” The words had slipped from his mouth before he could catch them, and you watched his eyes slightly widen once he realized what he said. It made your cheeks flush, looking down to hide your smile. I made her blush, oh Eywa! I made her blush! The boy thought, ears perking while his own cheeks grew hot at the thought.

You finally looked back up at the boy, fingers roaming through his long braids. You felt like you could cry, feeling terrible that he didn’t know you’d be leaving soon. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him, fighting the urge to kiss him right then and there. You couldn’t. If you did, it would hurt him so much more when he finds out your leaving.

17 years of being best friends, 10 years of loving each other, and only one more day to admit it. Everything was so bitter sweet…and you couldn’t tear your gaze from his, trying to keep the smile on your face to shield your sadness from him. “Y/N, I…” he wanted to hesitate his words, but he couldn’t bare to look at how some of the men looked at you, like you weren’t his. But you’ve always been his, you’ve always been Neteyam’s girl. “I see you”

“Nete…” you spoke lowly, voice barely above a whisper as you realized he was leaning down to your face, one of his hands reaching up to cup your small cheek in his palm. Stop it, Y/N. You’ll only hurt him! So many thoughts raced through your head in that moment, but none of them could stop you from slowly giving into the boy, breath shaky as you tilted your head up to meet his.

Just as your lips brushed one another’s, a loud voice only made you pull away, the sound of glass shattering onto the floor causing everyone to gasp and do the same.

“Father?” Your hands fell from Neteyam’s neck, slowly walking toward your obviously drunk and violent father as he continued to yell, staring at you with the meanest look he could’ve ever given.

“So this is where you’ve been?!” You cower to his voice, feeling Tuk cling to your leg as you apologized, voice shaky with fear and embarrassment. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Father I-“

“And what do I find? My slut of a daughter with some boy! What have I told you about disobeying my orders!” You tried to explain but not before his hand came clashing against your cheek, the sting making your eyes water.

“Nìtam!” Neytiri yells, standing in front of you to block you from your father. “Neto, vrrtep!” Your father laughs at her hisses, her bow pulled straight at his face.

“I’m not afraid of you, just how I wasn’t afraid of Ophijah” Your ears perked as your mothers name left his mouth, about to speak up but Jake beat you to it.

“Lasaji, Turn back now, and it won’t get ugly” He stands in front of Neytiri, his knife between his palm. You protest but he shushed you, Lo’ak’s hand grabbing your arm to stop you from moving toward them. “Touch her, and I won’t hesitate to kill you”

“She is my daughter!”

“Really? Because it seems to me I’ve been more of a father to her then you’ve ever been!” You cried at Jake’s words, Lo’ak pulling your head into his chest. You didn’t want anyone to fight, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. “Where were you when she completed her rite of passage? Do you even know the name of her Ikran? Or that today is her fucking birthday!”

“You don’t know shit, Sully. She’s a fucking disappointment! If her mother was here, she would’ve agreed!” You couldn’t take it anymore. The whole clan was staring at you, and your tears wouldn’t stop running down your cheeks. Lo’ak tried his best to comfort you, but you pushed past him and ran.

But you didn’t make it far, the piercing grip on your hair made you cry, falling back with one pull. It didn’t last long as before you could react, you found Jake ontop of your father, punching over and over while the warriors tried to pull him off.

“Jake, please!” You beg, watching the blood from your fathers mouth splatter onto the stone floor, a sight so brutal you couldn’t bare to see it. “Get off of him!” The clan pulled him off, his bloody knuckles coming into view.

“Y/N-“

“Stop, please, just stop” you pushed Neteyam away from you, standing to your feet as you held your hand over your mouth, concealing your sobs. Your father was barely breathing, laid on the ground with blood smeared across his face.

“Come on, let’s go inside-“ you shook your head at the boy, wiping your tear stained cheeks as you looked over to Jake, his chest rising high with his racing heartbeat.

You gave him one last look before pulling your hand from Neteyam, running away from the clan as fast as you could to get to your Ikran, ignoring the calls behind you. You hopped onto your Ikran and took off, leaving just as Neteyam made it to you. It was so embarrassing, you could barely see through your tears, and that’s when you decided.

You had to leave. You had to get away from the forest.

Part 3!!!! I wanted to make this a mini series, next part should be out tomorrow or Monday 💙

#Spotify #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x you #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #atwow neteyam #lo’ak avatar #avatar reader #avatar james cameron #avatar 1

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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Congrats on your milestone!

Can I get a garnet with Echo and Spring?

Butterfly Kisses

Summary: You love Echo, enough to fight your family over him. That's okay, though, because Echo loves it.

Pairing: TBB Echo x Reader

Word Count: 645

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love

Warnings: Echo is making implications

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you! I hope you like this one! And I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you don't mind that I went with TBB version of Echo rather then TCW version of Echo, you didn't specify.

You genuinely hadn’t meant for the day to go so badly. All you wanted to do was spend the day with Echo now that the last of winter has faded away and spring has finally arrived.

You didn’t know that your parents were visiting your brother.

And you didn’t know that they were going to go on a picnic at the same hiking trail that you like to walk with Echo.

If you had, you would have changed your plans for the day.

“It’s okay, love. Let it go.” Echo whispers in your ear as your mothers, scathing comment, about Echo and about his appearance thrum through your head with the same concussive force as a cannon.

You grind your teeth, “She shouldn’t talk about you like that.”

“It’s alright, love.” He gently pulls you away from your family, “She’s not saying anything that I haven’t thought about myself.”

That was definitely not the right thing to say, because now you want to fist fight your mom and Echo’s lack of self-esteem. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around his, “We should probably leave before you have to bail me out of jail.” You finally admit.

He laughs quietly, and tugs you further away from your family, and you’re grateful to see that your father finally seems to realize that your mother is making a scene and hurriedly pulls her in the other direction.

And then you’re not thinking about your family, as Echo directs you to a field full of yellow and pink flowers and tugs you between the branches of the willow tree situated on the lake, and you’re pressed against the rough bark of the tree with him leaning over you.

His fingers lightly trail against your cheek and down the side of your neck, and his smile is soft and adoring, “I love you.” Echo breathes out, “You're so ridiculous, sometimes, and you’re so quick to jump to my defense, and I love you.”

You grin at him, “You deserve to have someone willing to fight for you.”

“Well, I definitely have that in you.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, it’s a teasing kiss, not even a real, proper, kiss. The brush of his lips designed to tease you, more than anything else.

You try to kiss him properly, but he moves so he’s just out of your reach, “Echo-” You pout up at him, “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

His gorgeous eyes sparkle with mischief, “Oh, I think I’d much rather tease you.”

“But why?” You ask, your pout becoming more pronounced.

“Because you’re so cute when you’re all pouty and whiny for me.” He ghosts his lips across yours again, and then trails his lips, just barely touching you, across your cheeks, and then down your neck and up the other side.

“I’m not whiny,” You say, sounding slightly breathless as you lean into him.

“No?” His lips find purchase under your ear and he lightly nips the sensitive skin there, pulling a, frankly, embarrassing noise from your lips. “That’s not what it sounded like this morning.” He nips the sensitive spot again, “Or last night. Or yesterday morning.”

Your face heats, “Echo,” Okay, that was definitely a whine.

A smug grin crosses his face, as he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours, “I love how protective you are of me.” His lips hover just over yours, “I love watching you get so protective over me. It makes me want to do so many things to you.”

Your face heats a little more, but you slide your arms around his neck, “Like what?”

A small grin plays on his lips, “How about I show you instead?” He offers as he lowers his head just enough that his lips are barely touching yours, “How quiet can you be, ad’ika?”

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Orange Juice

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: High school sweethearts, the picture perfect pair whose story crumbled as quickly as it started. All because of a reckless boy and his addictive nature and an emotional girl and her growing tiredness.(warning: Mentions of addiction(alcohol).)

“I need you!” He pleads, words broken and grass stuck to his knees as he stands from his spot on the ground where he lay face down, passed out in the front yard of the chateau once again.

He held her hands in his, pulling at her fingers until her knuckles seemed to stretch at his sheer force and determination to keep her put in place, to keep her with him.

“If that was true you would have stopped!” Her voice was shaky, tears burning into her cheeks and her throat constricting with each choked up breath. Still, she couldn’t look at him in the eyes, the same deep blue eyes that held her youth and captured her heart with nothing more than the twinkle of innocence and play.

She knew if she were to look back she would try to keep fighting it, and as much as she longed to always be there to help, it was obvious her help was nothing more than something that delayed his progress. JJ was his father’s son, whether they admitted it or not. No, he never laid a hand on Y/n’s skin, but when he drank his words shot to kill. He carried the same fire in his soul and a pent up rage that seethed through the cracks in his teeth each time he held a solo cup in his palms.

No amount of comfort or persuasion would stop the boy from sending himself six feet in the ground. He had drank them both dry and Y/n hated to admit that she had lost the fight, she had to throw in the towel. He wouldn’t get better until she was gone, and she knew it, even if he refused to admit that he needed to let the harsh slap of reality to beat him senseless for him to find his feet.

“You know it’s not that simple, baby! Please, tell me you know it, I’m trying, I really am. Please.” He cries, lips trembling all ugly as his nose runs and his cheeks become blotchy. He’s a mess, looks it and smells it too.

His boyish smell of sweet cedar and the sandy beaches covered with vanilla are masked with the stench of whatever he pours into his cup and day old cigarette smoke. His blonde hair isn’t messy in the cute way that he wore it when her hands would ruffle through each lock, but because he hasn’t made it to his bed in days, choosing to pass out somewhere from the front lawn to the living room if he ever makes it that far.

“Don’t bullshit me, Jay. You and me both know it, I’ve tried, and I’ve tried and we’ve wasted all that potential to get better and we’ve fought this before. We win the fight, but what about the war? What about me, the bed I sleep in and the pillow that doesn’t even smell like my fiancé anymore because he prefers to be face down passed out in our lawn!” Y/n rips her hand away from JJ’s like it’s poisonous, a bite that stings and slowly works its way into her blood.

Y/n’s not angry at him, her lover, her sweetheart fiancé. No, how could she ever be when even at his worst she can only ever see the good hidden deep inside of his abusive behaviors and dependence on all the wrong things.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home for so long, so long JJ and you never come back anymore. You’re too far gone to even remember that theres a warm bed waiting for you.” She cries, eyes closing and head falling into the boy’s shoulder as she sobs out sentences aimlessly.

The worst part is that it’s his own fault. His whole life he tried so hard to finally break free of his family’s name, the bitter memories of his abusive father and absent mother leaving him with a motivation to be better than they ever could have been. Yet, here he is half drunk with the same smell stuck on his breath and some half-assed apology ready to spew out at his lover.

“I’ll get better, for you, I will. I’d do anything for you.” She pulls away, looking at him with big doe eyes and a scrunched up nose. He thinks he finally has a chance to change for a second, to fix all his wrongdoings until she shakes her head, looking down at her feet and stepping away from him.

“No, no. Jay, no.” Wiping her cheeks, Y/n seems to finally let go of the innocence that once masked all of his imperfections.

“Your heart has changed, your soul has changed and you aren’t the man I love anymore.” Watching how she fiddles with the ring on her finger breaks his heart, no it absolutely crushes it. Reality is a sour taste to be swallowed down and JJ just can’t seem to get it down now that it’s all right in front of him.

“And I’ll always love you, and if you ever need me I’ll still be here-“

“No, Y/n/n, no.” He tries to follow her, the ring in his palm burning a circle on his skin. A symbol of their eternal love that seemed to redefine what ‘forever’ really meant.

“But I can’t be the one you rely on anymore, it’s not healthy for you.” She tries to reason with him, but he doesn’t want to hear it, he only wants her to hold him again.

“I love you!” JJ tries to make her see it, how his blood only keeps pumping even when he should be dead by now because in his heart he knows he’ll feel her touch against his forehead in the hot summer mornings and her hips against his in the late afternoons that seemed to always slip away far too quickly.

“You’re not your father, Jay.” She reminds him, making JJ stop in his tracks where he debates whether or not to cry or laugh in relief or anger.

“So thats it?” He decides to be angry even if he really isn’t, even if it’s his own fault for driving the girl away. Even if they both recognize that she needs to go away for some time.

“You’re just going to go ahead and carry on? Leave me here alone like I don’t even matter? What, was I pulling you down? Was it just too much?” He spits it like fire at her heart and she tries not to take it too harshly. Y/n knows he gets mean when he’s tipsy, and the empty bottles hidden in the long grass tell her that he’s well beyond that point now.

“I need you to get better.” She begs quietly, looking down as she speed walks down the old dirt roads that lead to a better part of town. She feels naked without the ring adorned on her finger or the weight of her soul hanging over her shoulders.

Y/n swears she can hear his sobs from across town, the broken cries wondering where his lover went in the late afternoon and the even louder ones in the early morning once the fog clears and he comes to terms with his faults.

It’s all in her head, their friends remind her, and they send her photos of him in the mail to tell her how he’s getting better. But the polaroids become further and farther in between, and soon the eyes she swore she never wanted to leave her life became those of a strangers, a stranger who knew everything there was to know about her.

“I haven’t drank in six months, on the dot.” He leans over the kitchen table, indents from his rings and scratches from pen evident in the wood. His hair is just the same as it was when they first met, a blonde mop of waves that sit perfectly around his tanned face. Only now he doesn’t look so tired and he doesn’t smell so sour.

She can only smile at him, letting the crowd fill in around them and filter out through the door as time passes and the moon sets underneath the horizon. She still thinks about how light her finger feels without the handmade ring on her finger, the promise that was within the bent metal weighing more than any diamond any man could ever buy her.

“Can I get you a drink, to celebrate? Theres orange juice in the kitchen, bought it for our friends. It’s yours if you want it, just glad you could visit.” JJ doesn’t know about the piles of photos she keeps of him, the photos that she never had the heart to unpin in her room in the chateau. He’s acutely aware of the fact his friends had been sending the girl updates, he had even asked them to at some points, just so she wouldn’t carry so much worry and guilt as he put on her all those months ago.

“I’ve missed you.” He says it softly, hoping partly that the faint music and the dying chatter from the outside will drown out his confession of love for the girl in front of him, but the sad smile on her face tells him otherwise.

“Feel’s so empty here without you, like I’ve been waiting for you to come home.” He kicks the splintered wood, hands in his pockets and his eyes darting to the orange juice sat warming on the counter like it was placed there just for him. He knew it was, and he knew who did it too.

But Y/n started to cry before JJ could even begin to thank her for all she has done for him, for sacrificing everything just to see him get better.

Shes blubbering something about regretting how she just up and left him like that, how she keeps his memories with her and still wakes up smiling when she thinks of him in her sleep. But more importantly, she cries about how she doesn’t think that she can ever have him again.

Of course, it’s not her fault that she associates his condition with her. Each relapse happened in her company and each stage was only worsened by her staying. She had to leave for him to get better and now to her, it was evident it was for the best.

JJ knows she’s wrong, but how could she? It’s his own fault for what he’s done to her but it’s really not even his fault. Falling dependent on a substance that only ever caused harm was something he started to do for fun, he never intended to become addicted to it, to become mean. They were both just victims in an incredibly cruel situation.

“It’s like you said, Y/n/n, just like you said. My heart has changed, and my soul has changed, and this town has changed, and this world has changed!” He takes her hands in his, showering her his ring and offering a new beginning to their tangled love story.

“But I have not.” It’s so quiet when she says it, JJ almost misses it. She hesitates, flinching away from the ring and refusing to put it back on for the fear that the reoccurring nightmares she had conveniently left out of his condition would come true again.

“The last time you were drunk you were face down, passed out in our lawn.” She looks at him, closing his fingers around the ring and standing from the table.

“Theres orange juice in the kitchen, bought it for you. It’s yours if you want it, I’m just glad you could visit.” She admits softly, slipping past him as calm as she can keep herself, hoping that he can’t hear the way that her heart cracks with each inhale of air.

He whispers something about still loving her, and even though she never says it back, the fact that she’s just admitted to buying the drink specifically for him with the hopes of him showing up gives JJ hope, a hope that he secretly knows will only leave him more devastated in the long run, but one that keeps him going.

He pours himself a glass of the orange juice later that night, the crowd long gone and empty solo cups scattered along the lawn. The ring in his pocket weighs down his cargo shorts pockets and burns through the fabric to his skin, but deep down he knows that he’s changed, he’s been better.

Like she had told him the day it all came crashing down, he is not his father, so he will try and try until he can mend what he broke and the wound is nothing but a scar left behind to show his strength and resilience.

JJ prefers apple juice over orange juice, but as he takes a sip of the tangy liquid, he decides it tastes sweeter than usual, and he really likes orange juice better than any other drink.

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