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daisynik7 · 8 months

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Teach Me, Senpai!

Pairing: Ino x f!reader x Nanami

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: smut - threesome, spit-roast, PIV sex (doggy style), blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, Nanami is sorta a perv oops, Ino calls Nanami senpai, a hint of a breeding kink, use of pet names, everyone is an adult here in case that doesn’t come across clearly

Summary: Takuma Ino is your silly, golden retriever boyfriend who brings you along to meet his mentor, Nanami Kento. You’ve heard a lot about him, mostly because your boyfriend constantly praises him for being so amazing. You underestimate how close their relationship is until Ino starts asking his "senpai" for pointers on how to spice things up in the bedroom. What better way to learn than to demonstrate, right?

Author’s Note: I'm currently in heat, can you blame me? I tried my best to edit and proofread, sorry if there are any glaring grammar mistakes or typos, please ignore! Tagging @todorosie @crazychaoticizzy @gojoloves @brightnessemma @batafuraikisu (I know you didn't ask, but I'm tagging you anyways bc ily and I think you'd like this lol). I'm sorry if I missed any tags, Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciate, thank you for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

“You’re going to love him, I swear!” Ino insists, dragging you down the hallway of the office building, past empty cubicles. It’s past five and all the employees are out for the remainder of the day.

“I just don’t see why I have to meet him,” you argue, following him reluctantly.

“Because he’s important to me! He’s my mentor, my senpai! I have the highest respect for him, and I think it’s cool for you to finally put a face to a name. Aren’t you curious about the guy I’m always talking about?”

“Not really,” you answer, rolling your eyes. Honestly, you’ve grown sick of hearing your boyfriend gush so much about this Nanami fellow. You’re starting to feel jealous about how highly he thinks of this other man. “Why are we even here? This seems like a very random meeting spot.”

“We debrief here sometimes after our missions. He used to be a salary man, so I guess they still let him use the office.” They arrive at a closed door at the end of the hall. Ino knocks twice, a bright smile on his face, a little too excited for this.

A well-built blonde man answers, donning a blue dress shirt and spotted tie. You immediately notice how large his hands are, clenched to the door frame, staring at you from behind steampunk glasses. “Hello.”

“Nanami! Hey! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you about.” You introduce yourself to him with a handshake, confirming that they are indeed very big compared to yours. You feel guilty noticing something that can be misconstrued as inappropriate, even lewd in most cases, so you quickly let the thought fade, stepping inside the room.

It’s a normal looking office, quite barren, except for the few papers stacked on the desk and a map posted on one of the walls. There’s a single chair facing the table, so you take that as Ino stands beside you, arm around your shoulders. “Thanks for letting us stop by. I really wanted to introduce you two to each other.”

Nanami nods curtly, leaning on the edge of the desk in front of you. Your eyes almost drift toward his crotch, curious about his size, but you resist the temptation, ashamed of yourself for even imagining something so completely wrong, especially with your boyfriend right next to you. “You said you wanted to speak to me about something,” he says, focusing on Ino. He removes his glasses, tucking them in his breast pocket.

“Ah, right! Well, I’m a little shy to ask, especially since I haven’t mentioned it to her yet…” Ino scratches his nape nervously, tugging his beanie to cover his reddening ears.

You look at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

He bites his lip, choosing his words carefully before speaking. “Well, you know how you and I have been…you know, having some trouble in the bedroom?”

At that, you immediately freeze, gaping at him, shocked. A strangled noise comes out of Nanami’s throat, equally jarred.

Ino continues. “I want to get some advice from someone I really trust, like Nanami.” He glances between you, waiting for a response, an uneasy grin on his face.

You’re stunned, heat surrounding your entire body now, mortified that your boyfriend would casually bring this up without any warning whatsoever. It’s no secret to either of you that your sex life has gotten a bit lackluster recently. Besides missionary and the occasional blowjob, there isn’t much else that you’ve tried in the bedroom. Neither of you are that experienced to begin with, and you both lack the confidence to initiate something different, something new. It’s a matter that you’ve been meaning to resolve privately. Or so you thought.

No one speaks for what feels like an eternity. You’re tempted to grab your boyfriend and haul ass out of there, hoping this entire conversation can be forgotten or played up to be some kind of cruel, sick joke. However, you remain seated, curiously anticipating Nanami’s response. After all, you haven’t flat-out refused yet, and neither has he.

Nanami clears his throat. “What kind of advice do you need?” You’re surprised that he’s even entertaining the idea.

“I just want a few tips on how to spice things up,” Ino answers. “Make it more enjoyable for her.” He puts his arm around you again, squeezing your shoulder. You don’t know whether to punch him or kiss him; the arousal growing between your legs says the latter. The thought of another man who’s practically a stranger instructing your eager boyfriend on how to pleasure you is titillating and definitely something different, something new. You won’t deny it: you’re intrigued.

Nanami crosses his arms over his chest, avoiding either of your gazes, focused on the floor instead. “I will help, if you both consent to it.”

Ino turns to you with puppy dog eyes. “Babe, you cool with this?”

Too invested now to refuse, you reply, “Sure.”

Your boyfriend lets out a sigh of relief, the tension relaxing in the air surrounding you. “Sweet. Me too.” He looks at Nanami, a bright smile on his face now, clearly thrilled about this. “What’s first, senpai?”

Nanami clears his throat again, standing up straight, taking a step towards you. “Well, foreplay is always a good place to start.”

Ino sticks his finger up. “Right! Foreplay. Uh, do you have a pen and paper so I can take notes…?”

“You don’t seriously need to take notes on foreplay, do you?” he snaps. “It’s as simple as kissing and touching on all the right spots.”

“What spots are those?”

“It’s probably better if you ask her.” Nanami points to you, making direct eye contact. “Where do you like to be touched?”

You swallow hard, timid from being put on the spot like this. “Just the normal places.”

“The two of you have to communicate better if this is ever going to work out,” he says, a hint of impatience in his tone. “Show him.”

Committing to this fully now, you stand up, grab Ino’s hand and brush it against your lips. “I like it when you kiss me. And when you touch my lips.”

He smiles at you. “That’s good.”

“You can also put your fingers in my mouth every once in a while. If you want,” you suggest, licking the tip of his middle finger.

He smirks. “Yeah. I definitely want that, too.”

“Sometimes, it’s better to learn by doing it,” Nanami interjects, watching the two of you carefully.

You gaze at Ino’s lips, then into his eyes, nodding. He leans in, kissing you slowly. He’s always been a good kisser, a great one, actually. The problem is that he’s too gentle with you.

“Kiss her neck,” Nanami orders, arms at his sides now, hands clenched into tight fists.

Ino follows, trailing down your chin until he’s at your neck, sucking on your skin.

“Put your fingers in her mouth. She said she likes that, right?”

Ino hums, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb before pushing it in. You surround him, using your grip to pump him in and out of you. His other hand drifts to your waist, teasing the elastic of your pants.

“Are you getting wet, sweetheart?” Nanami’s voice is low and sultry; the use of the pet name has you unraveling much quicker than you expect. Without thinking, you breathe out, “Yes,” pushing his fingers deeper down your throat.

“Fuck, baby,” Ino moans, hot on your ear. “Where else do you want to be touched?”

You pull him out, swallowing your thick saliva, placing his hand between your legs. “Touch me here.”

Ino, eyes glossy with lust, slowly shimmies your pants down your legs, revealing your soaked panties. “Oh shit, you really are wet, fuck.”

“Eat her out,” Nanami demands. There’s a desperate gruffness in his voice that’s undeniable now, and one glance is all it takes for you to realize that he’s hard, an impressive bulge strained in his slacks. He shoves all his belongings off the desk, making room for you. “Here. Do it here.”

Ino curses under his breath, cock stiff in his sweats, leading you to the table, where you sit at the edge, spreading your thighs open for him. He slips your panties off, licking his lips before diving into your arousal, tongue pressed firmly on your clit. “Fuck,” you moan, squirming from the sensation.

Nanami walks to the other side, near your head, staring at Ino’s face buried in your pussy. Instinctually, you reach for him, pulling him by the belt, tongue hanging out. His eyes flit to yours, surprised when you say, “Touch me, senpai.”

Ino moans into you, clearly turned on by it. Obliging, Nanami hoists your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra, which he hastily unhooks to bare your chest. Bending towards you, he wraps his lips around one breast, suckling at your teat, his hand working the other nipple, pinched between his fingers. You’re close to your climax; you just need a little bit more. As if he can read your mind, Nanami releases you with a pop, saying, “Suck on her clit until she comes. Fuck her with your fingers at the same time.” His sudden vulgarity spurs you on, grinding your hips against your boyfriend’s face, pulling Nanami back to your tits.

Ino muffles, puckering his lips around you, sliding his middle finger inside you. You throw your head back on the desk, ecstasy rippling through your entire being, knees shaking with sensitivity.

“Yeah, she likes that,” Nanami purrs, flicking his tongue on your peaked nipples. “Put another in. One at a time, until she’s full.”

Ino manages to fit three of his digits inside you before you orgasm with him latched to your swelling bud, coating him in your slick. He doesn’t stop licking until you’ve come down from your high, pushing his head away, overstimulated. Nanami removes himself from you, unbuckling his belt, watching intently as your boyfriend slips his wet fingers inside your mouth. “Taste yourself babe. You’re so fucking good.” You slurp your own juices off him, pussy throbbing, aching to be fucked.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Nanami murmurs, shimmying out of his pants, erection protruding from his briefs. He palms it, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot oozing from the tip. “Ino, tease her a little bit.”

“Yes sir,” he salutes, pulling down his bottoms, cock sprung against the hem of his sweater. He taps the tip of his dick on your puffy bud, smiling wide as you writhe for him. “Damn, baby. I’ve never seen you this wet before.”

“It’s a good thing you came to me then, isn’t it?” Nanami mentions, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “Now turn around for us, princess. It’s going to feel so much better for you like this.”

You obey, readjusting your body to bend over the desk, ass pushed towards Ino, desperate to be used by them both. Your boyfriend positions his cock at your entrance, huffing, “You ready, baby?”

“Yeah. Fuck me, Ino,” you moan. “Fuck me hard.”

He glides in slowly, stretching you out little by little, easing into you. Once he’s all the way in, groin pressed to your ass, he starts thrusting at a steady pace. It increases gradually until he’s pounding away at you, hitting that sweet spot over and over until your eyes glaze over, in a total state of bliss.

Nanami studies you, enjoying the show until he notices you staring at the bulge in his briefs, tongue lolling, practically begging for him. He smirks at you. “You want all your holes stuffed, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You nod, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, eyes weepy, peering up at him. How could he resist such a cock hungry slut like you? Especially when you look at him like this?

“I’m going to give you my cock then. Think you can take it?” he asks, shoving his underwear off, cock flopping against his abdomen.

“Oh yeah, she can fucking take it,” Ino grunts, hands gripped to your hips, still fucking you with fervor. “Right babe?” He delivers a fresh slap to your ass, which echoes off the walls of the office.

“Yeah, I can take it,” you mumble, gulping down the spit collecting on your tongue.

Nanami hums, satisfied with your answer, inching his dick closer to your mouth. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”

You do, swallowing him until he bottoms out to the back of your throat, testing your gag reflex. He stays still, staring at you, relishing this lewd sight. “Ino, your girlfriend looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth. Don’t you agree?”

“Fuck, yeah. So fucking hot how she just takes it. She’s a good girl, always has been,” he says from behind you, spreading your cheeks open to watch himself disappear into your pussy with each thrust.

“You’re a lucky man,” Nanami mutters, tipping your chin up, gazing into your eyes. “And you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you? Getting fucked by your boyfriend and his senpai.” Nanami begins to move, pumping himself in and out of your hungry mouth, your tongue running along the underside of his dick.

Ino shrugs his beanie off, running his fingers through his hair, damp with perspiration. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re taking us so fucking good.”

“Like a proper slut,” Nanami adds, tracing the outline of your lips, glossy with spit, stretched around his shaft. “Do you suck his cock as good as you suck mine?”

You nod, swallowing your gag reflex as the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat with each solid thrust of his hips. Your second orgasm approaches quickly, your pussy clenching Ino’s cock, though you can’t say anything while gobbling up Nanami’s cock, so you let it be, continuing to be spit-roasted over the desk, thirsty for their cum.

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon,” Ino says, slowing his pace. “I’ve never…I’ve never come inside her before.”

Nanami, still relishing his blow job, asks, “Why not?”

“Too scared to get her pregnant,” he admits. It’s true; Ino always pulls out, even when you beg him to finish inside you. You appreciate that about him, but in this moment, you want nothing more than his cream pie filling you up.

“Is she on birth control?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Once again, as if psychic, Nanami responds, “Then I’m sure she wouldn’t mind getting your load just this once. Right, sweetheart?”

Your words are muffled. Nanami pulls out, cock wet with your spit, stroking it in his fist. “What was that, princess?”

“I said yes! Give it to me, Ino!” you whine, shaking around him.

“Fuck, are you sure, baby? You sure you want it?”

“Give it to me. Want you to breed me,” you blurt out.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Nanami coos, slapping the head of his cock on your tongue. “How about here? You want it here too?”

You glance at Ino, who’s watching. He nods, licking his lips. “Yes. Want your cum inside me, senpai,” you reply.

He smirks, pushing himself back inside you, his length sliding on every inch of your tongue. “Good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for both men to come, Ino shooting his seed deep into your womb, stuffing you full, Nanami spurting ribbons into your mouth, guzzling down each drop. They pull out slowly, cocks sensitive now from the stimulation. You roll over onto your back, catching your breath, looking up at them with a satisfied smile on your face.

Nanami cups your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing delicately against your skin. “Such a messy girl. I think she needs a few more lessons. What do you think, Ino?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes are blown wide, staring at the lewd sight before him, your pussy leaking with his cum, your mouth drooling with Nanami’s. “Yeah. Definitely needs more, senpai.”

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acotarxreader · 4 days

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Stress Relief

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Working for the Night Court has become near impossible with Azriel determined to drive you out the door but can a camping trip arranged by Rhys smooth things over.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, frenemies to lovers, lots of dialogue, if you see a typo no you didn't

A/N: Hehe this kinda long but I wanted to keep the chaos to one part. I'm finding writing since Other Worlds a bit stressy so I think posting this nonsense will help with that and we can return to out regularly scheduled programming. Let me know what you think!

Requests open! (I am working on your Cass request if you see this anon👀 )

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“YN you need to fucking relax”

“I suggest that you keep quiet Azriel if you'd like to keep your head attached to your shoulders” Azriel rolled his eyes at you from the couch as you paced up and down, trusty list in hand.

“I’m just saying you’ll give yourself a heart attack”

“Hey! Do you want me to add your name to this list!”

“Az would only want to be on it if it's your To Do list” A pillow flew from alongside Azriel right at Cassian as he howled.

“I’ll relax once we get there”

“Why do you get so fucking neurotic when it comes to travelling?”

“Why are you so fucking anno-”

“Okay okay stop it you too! We promised Feyre no fighting on Rhy’s big camping trip, she’s already upset Elain won’t come, just don’t add to her stress” You and Azriel groaned like scolded children at Cassian’s words. You counted the bags again, checking off your list as you went. Azriel stood to grab his bag, coming chest to chest with you before pushing past.

“I’m flying ahead because I can’t be around her uptight ass anymore”

“Aw you look at my ass” you smiled sarcastically as Cassian laughed in the background.

You all finally arrived deep within the woods of the Night Court, luggage crashing down around the group. You couldn’t stop thinking that you had forgotten everything, glancing from the list to the pile repeatedly, your friends happily unpacking. The night had already begun to creep in, Azriel and you delaying the group by fighting about which was the fastest route to take. You busied yourself fixing up some of the tents as Azriel dug through the pile of bags in search of his own.

“YN, what’s the plan for us sleeping together?”

“Excuse me?” you deadpaned to Azriel.

“Sor-Sorry I meant the plan for sleeping?” he quickly corrected himself, his shadows doing their best to cover his rosie cheeks.

“Well, Feyre & Rhysand, Cassian & Nesta, Amren & Mor and then I guess you and Lucien and then I get my own tent” you beamed, shaking a sleeping bag from its case.

“Funny how that worked out isn't it” he remarked and you rolled your eyes but the group agreed to the sleeping arrangements, with further prodding for Lucien to agree.

You gathered around the fire, feasting on the fire-roasted food Cassian did his best not to cremate, trading life stories in pure unadulterated ease, everything Rhysand had wanted for this trip. You swaddled yourself deeply into your sleeping bag as the fire began to sink beneath its tinder.

“Do you regret leaving Summer Court for us YNN?”

“I think I love the Night Court more than I ever could Summer” You smiled in reply to Cassian, your eyes flashing to Rhysand briefly before he launched into his favourite Tarquin story, Azriel noticing the fleeting glance seemingly tinged with an element of sadness.

“You like it even though being an emissary to the Seasonal Courts clearly makes you want to pull your hair from your head?” Azriel whispered to you.

“You and your antics are the only thing that causes me to do that, I seriously think you need a refresher training on diplomacy” you bit back to his sharp whisper. You had shared the job with Lucien but soon found yourself taking on the brunt of the work as Lucien was lost in Elain.

“You need to stop being so uptight seriously, I think you need to be fucked or something, anything to get you to relax” Your head whipped towards him, the group laughing at Rhysand's story, choosing to ignore the two of you, assuming it was an argument. You huffed out in disgust at Azriel, he watched your chest release the full capacity of air from your lungs before taking another deep breath. You shuffled slightly in the sheet, wrapping the sleeping bag tighter around yourself and facing back towards the fire. It was then Azriel realised he was fully staring at your chest.

“I didn't…I didn't mean that I want to be the one to….fuck you…I meant …”

“Just stop talking Az” you scoffed, choosing to listen to Rhysand instead as Azriel mentally cursed himself for losing his edge over you. The fire sank until it went out, the laughter from the group lighting the forest.

“Okay, it's like 2am, time for bed kids especially if we’re going for the hike tomorrow” Rhysand stood, pulling a sleepy Feyre to her feet. The group said their good nights as you climbed into your canvas home. You stretched along the fabric floor and sank into sleep easily, tired from the day as you balled up in your opened-out sleeping bag.

“Hey! YNN! Wake up!”

“I swear to the Gods you better be a super polite Naga about to rip my head off otherwise you’ll wish you were” you breathed out without opening your eyes, the sound of your tent zip worse than a blaring alarm to your sleepy state.

“It’s Az, I need to sleep in here, push over” he collapsed next to you without invitation, your hand sailing outwards to clock him flat into the chest with a thud.

“Az, what the fuck? It's like 3am, get the fuck out we’re not braiding one another's hair!” you whisper-shouted at him while you sat up.

“Lucien is snoring like he’s trying to deafen me and I don’t fancy interrupting Mor and Amrens beauty sleep and as for the mates, I don’t need to explain why I don’t want to go in there” you sighed at him as he gave you a look that said he wasn’t going anywhere. You sank back into the canvas, Azriel pulling the sleeping bag from you.

“Az” you bit out.

“I’m not going to freeze to death because you’re a blanket thief”

“You’re going to find yourself on the other side of the zip if you don’t go to sleep” you said, rolling into the slack of the sleeping bag, pulling it fully from Azriel. He almost grunted at the action, catching the end and whipping it from under you, sending you rolling into the wall of the tent.

“Az!” you barked and he raised his hands up in surrender. You sank beneath the cover again, moving closer to Azriel to spread the sleeping bag more evenly. Azriels eyes fixed on the mesh vents on the tent roof, the sound of the night filling the tent.

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to the Summer Court?” Azriel broke the silence that filled the tent, you sighed before replying.

“If you keep being a prick then maybe” you deflected the question successfully.

“I’m a prick because I care” You laughed at his joking tone, rolling to your side to face him more, hands tucked in under your cheek.

“As much stress as you and Cass and your antics cause me, which is a lot might I add, I would find it very hard to leave you freaks” you half laughed, eyes still heavy.

“We’d miss you” he admitted

“I mean who would keep your secrets from one another if not me” you teased.

“What secrets?” you tapped the side of your nose lazily and Azriel nudged you slightly in annoyance at your grin.

“Fine fine emmm.... Cass is the one who told all those females in the Rita's where to find you when you were home” you yawned into a light laugh. Azriel felt annoyance grow in him at this revelation, that had caused him months of being harassed by all sorts from every walk of life.

“I swear I’m going t-”

“Just leave it Shadowsinger” you gave a small laugh, grabbing his hand as he went to leave the nest you’d both made, pulling him back down and forgetting to let go, you lost your fight to sleep then, entirely drifting back off. Azriel glanced at you sleeping peacefully next to him and found himself surprised at enjoying holding your hand beneath the sleeping bag.

Azriel stayed awake for half an hour, staring up at the canvas above him, torn between the growing pain in his shoulder and not wanting to let go of your hand. The nerves felt like they were screaming as the muscles went dead in his arm, an idea coming to him. He quickly rolled towards you while releasing your hand and grabbing the other but he greatly misjudged the distance, sending his head straight into yours. You almost immediately dropped his hand to place it on the bump growing on your head, Azriel feeling regret for waking you but more so for letting you go.

“You're such a freak Shadowsinger” You laughed half asleep before rolling in closer to him and draping your arm across his waist, pulling yourself closer to him softly, resting your head between the pillow and his chest. Azriel felt such an unfamiliar level of comfort at the movement but also a new level of confusion.

You moved from next to him then, leaning on your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him as puzzled as he looked at you.

“Sorry I-I don't know why I did that”

“Emm it’s okay YN…it was actually kinda comfortable…I’m ok-ay if you’re okay with it” he spoke the words with caution and you found a sigh of relief leave you that you didn’t know you had. You rolled away from Azriel to face the tent wall, his face slightly greying with nerves, had he been vulnerable to the wrong person? He braced for your rejection only for it not come, instead you shuffled slightly down and laid your back flat into his chest. Azriel cautiously moved his arm across your waist, only to have you catch hold of his hand and move it across faster, forgetting to release his hand again.

Azriel nestled his chin on top of your head, pulling you in as close as he could as you both tangled your legs together. He felt so entirely comforted by how close you were to him…too close he thought suddenly. He shuffled in the bed a little to try to hide the part of him betraying any sense of secrecy he had about his changing feelings towards you. You just moved back to where you were, leaving him no place to hide. Azriel felt your whole body smirk against him as you traced little circles along the back of his hand with your thumb, he hated how you were winning.

“You’re not hard for me to read Azriel” he definitely heard the smirk from you. He refused to let you win, he tried to push the embarrassment from his voice before speaking again-

“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” he barely whispered, your body's turn to stiffen in the bed alongside him, he smiled with the point he won.

Azriel slowly moved to hover his mouth above your neck, both so still in the movement that he could almost see the hairs on your neck stand on their end. He gave little thought to his next movement, now acting on his instinct as he met your neck almost painfully softly. He kissed you there until you found your neck flexing to allow him more access. A betraying soft moan of approval escaped you as Azriel smiled into the nips he gave you, gaining a further point advantage.

You couldn’t let him hold the win for long as you began to push yourself into his growing length, a low growl escaping him before he reburied himself in your neck, more feverishly this time. Your hand wrapped tighter around his as you began to grind into him, encouraging him further. You rolled onto your back, Azriel now almost hovering over you and moved without thinking. He leaned down and met his lips with yours. Electric, you were electrifying one another. This night was going further than you both thought it would. Sex was one thing but kissing someone like that and feeling such overwhelming desire as a result was another thing. You both separated almost surprised at the waves of confusion mixed with yearning.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have…” Azriel didn’t know what he was saying, almost begging you with his eyes to say anything.

“I-” you were cut off by the sound of Lucien's loud sneeze from across the fire pit causing you both to almost jump. It hit you both then what you were about to do, with all your friends mere metres away.

“Night Azriel” was all you found yourself saying before rolling back to face the wall of the tent, not taking his arm with you. Azriel cursed in his head before lying back down on the canvas. He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling his thoughts. He didn’t think you were asleep either but didn’t challenge you on it, what had you both done?

You rolled over to find the space next to you empty as the sun leaked in the thin canvas the next morning. You ran your hands down your face, cursing your actions from the night previous. You got dressed haphazardly, removing a mirror from your pack to braid your hair back, your eyes falling on deep maroon markings on the side of your neck. You traced them gently with your fingertips, a small smile escaping you at the memory.

“YN! Get up! We’re leaving in 10” Cassian's voice accompanied him banging on the top of your tent, chasing your smile away. You ran your hands through the loose braid, separating it out again to cover the evidence of your lapse in judgment.

You hauled yourself out through the soft door once you were dressed to find your friends all laughing at one of Cassian's stories, ready and waiting for you to set off. Your eyes landed on Azriel as he tilted his head back laughing before his eyes met yours, he almost instantly tore them from you and looked back to Cassian.

The group set off bounding along the mountain in total ease, Nesta winding Rhysand up ahead of you and Cassian.

“So YN…you gonna tell me why Az won’t look at you?”

“How am I supposed to read that pain in the ass’s mind?” you replied almost too quickly to him as he raised an eyebrow, catching your hand and helping you up a steeper part of the path. You looked at the back of Azriel’s head ahead of you as he lead the group along the path to the waterfall.

“Hmm likely story YN and tell me why I could have sworn I heard Az leave your tent this morning?” he couldn’t bury the teasing tone as you sighed.

“Lucien was snoring so Azriel just stayed in my tent, no big deal” You could see the thoughts race through Cassian’s grinning face, you tilted your head slightly forward, ensuring the truth was still covered by your hair.

“Interesting, I don’t know Lucien to be a snorer” He gave a small laugh as you raised your eyebrow, only getting a playful shake of the Illyrian's head in return. A sudden slap of mud met the side of Cassian's face.

“That’s for Rita’s!“ Azriel shouted back the path, his hand having just released the ball of mud.

“You told him YN!” Cassian’s head snapped to you as you howled with laughter.

“Must have slipped out?” you tried your best to lie, only to have the broad male throw you over his shoulder as you screamed in hysterics. He ran with you, the group all roaring laughing as they followed. You suddenly couldn’t feel Cassian under you as he flung you from his arms, landing with a splash into the large lake.

“Cassian! I’m going to kill you!” you shrieked, the cold water bursting through you sending power coursing. You sent a tendril of water, playfully pulling Cassian from where he stood straight into the water alongside you, the group following suit in fits of laughter, leaving Azriel to watch from the rocks. Azriels eye caught the slight glimpse of his handiwork beneath your soaked hair, a pang of pride beating through him then replaced by panic. A shadow met the side of your face, draping your hair back to cover the markings. You looked towards Azriel and found yourself laughing at the action, he returned a smile.

After a day of hiking and swimming and being a bunch of fools, you all came back to the campsite ready to feast on whatever you could scrounge up.

“Okay everyone, it’s time to announce the reason behind this little trip” Rhysand announced to his family gathered around the roaring fire.

“Well, as you know, YN has been with us now for some months now-”

“Unfortunately” you hit Azriel into the chest at his sarcasm.

“Anyways-” Rhysand threw a warning glance “-YN has helped to negotiate many our trade agreements and cleaned up many of our messes-” Cassian raised a glass to you at Rhysands words, the group laughing “-But anyway, I’m sorry to announce that I have failed as your High Lord in convincing her to stay with us” the group turned to face you in almost shock.

“I know everyone I said-”

“-You said you wouldn’t leave” Azriel cut across you, semblances of pain dripping from his quick words.

“I know Az but-”

“-No, you said you wouldn’t leave” his words turned to tones of anger, the group looking amongst themselves, feeling as though they were intruding.

“Yes but Az, I’m needed at home, they’re still recovering from Amarantha and Tarquin needs m-”

“-But I- I mean we need you!” He stood from the log to look down at you, your sad eyes meeting his. Suddenly aware of the scene he was making he dissolved into shadow as you tried to call after him.

“I better go-”

“No Cass, I'll go” you winnowed out of the clearing.

Azriel crashed into his room in the House of Wind. Mixtures of emotions spinning in his head like the shadows around his heels.

“Az” he whipped around to see you stood with your hands up chest level in surrender.

“Here to pack your bags?” he chewed out.

“Oh fuck off Azriel, don’t actually pretend you want me to stay” you matched his tone.

“And why do you say that?” he snapped back.

“Because you’re the reason I’m leaving!” he took a small step back in shock at your sharp admission. He sat down on the edge of his bed, brow furrowing in thought.

“What have I done to you?”

“What haven’t you done!? You go out of your way to make my job difficult, every motion I put forward you try to shoot down, you’re constantly following me watching every move I make waiting me to fuck up! Now you have what you want, I’m leaving!” you paced up and down in front of him, releasing the tension you held in your shoulders.

“I don’t want you to leave” he sounded almost offended that you thought so.

“What?”

“You really think I want you to leave…especially after last night” he stood from the bed, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing.

“I thought that especially after last night you’d want me to leave” You half laughed.

“At least I guess I’ve given you something to remind you of me” he gave the smallest smile, his hand sweeping your hair off your shoulder to look at his busy work as you felt yourself blush.

“Don’t leave YN, who would I play with?”

“Cass maybe” you grinned, something seemingly darkening in his eyes.

“I don’t want to fuck him” he breathed out.

“That’s not what Rhys told me” You laughed again before noticing his serious eyes.

“Please don’t leave me YN”

“And what will I tell Tarquin?” you chuckled, unsure what to do with Azriels edgy tone. His hand found yours, hazel eyes fixated on you.

"Tell him you're preoccupied" "With what exactly" he moved closer to you with your words ever so slightly rattling out of you.

“Az if we kiss…this might become more than what either of us wants”

"What if its what we both want?" he was mere millimetres from you now, unable to fight against this magnetic force pulling you forward. Something bubbling between you both, the electricity coursing through the space between you both again as you kissed so sweetly. Your eyes snapped open to find his eyes meeting yours, gently pulling back from one another. Mate. Mate. Mate.

“YN- you’re my-”

“-Mate” you breathed while looking at him with such unadulterated love. Azriel burst into laughter with you following suit.

“Now you really can’t leave me”

“How convenient” you smiled, running your hands through your hair, Azriel tracing the bitemark's outline with his heated gaze.

“Care for some stress relief YN?” Azriels hands went straight for your hips, the feeling of the small calluses meeting your soft sides sent pulses down you both. He met your neck, the same place he had last night, cupping his hands beneath your lower legs and lifting you from the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist

“Why can't I keep away from you?” You breathed, the hairs on Azriel’s neck standing on their end.

“Why does that make me so happy?” Was all he could manage before reconnecting to your neck. Azriel carried you to the bed before throwing you down and closely following in pursuit. You knotted your fingers through his hair and forced down the moan trying to escape at the pleasure of having him nip you. You tugged his hair until he pulled from you to face you.

“I want all of you”

Azriel cautiously lowered his mouth to yours until they met again. Much like the first time electricity coursed through both of you but unlike the last time, neither pulled away, only growing hungrier.

You could feel him hardening against your thigh, no longer able to fight the little victory you were going to give him, you moaned gently. He smirked hard into the kiss before it became more feverish. Your hand ran across him beneath the fabric of his trousers, his turn to groan.

“You're wearing too many clothes” he rasped as you smirked and pulled your shirt from over your head, he gently caught your jaw as he kissed along it.

“I want revenge for these” you smirked, wrapping your leg into his side to flip him so you straddled him on top. Your teeth grazed his neck with heat as he sat up in the bed with you on his lap. He pulled his shirt from over his head, his hands replacing on your hips to support you, his groaning encouraging you on.

“Enough teasing YN, I need you” he said darkly, flipping you onto your back and yanking your trousers free from your legs to discard them. Azriel kissed you sweetly before moving down the shape of your body, peppering kisses along the trail to your entrance. You felt your legs begin to tremble under his touch, begging for more as his fingers began to play with your clit, your hands tangling in his hair with a moan.

“You’re so ready for me YN, its intoxicating” he began to kiss around you and slowly his fingers began to move in and out while he sucked your clit. You felt the tension build in your abdomen, the greatest realess you ever had just a few movements away until he stopped entirely. You looked down between your legs to meet his eyes as he moved to hover above you again, discarding his own trousers in the process.

“You’re so beautiful YNN” Your hand met the side of his face softly before pulling him back down into a searing kiss. Your fingers began to drag up and down his bear back before tracing the spines of his wings as they began to splay in their relaxed state.

“Is that okay Azriel?” you whispered watching his eyes close with the building pleasure.

“Nothing has ever been more okay” he leaned his head towards your hand, taking the waves of pleasure in his stride before lowering back down to meet you sweetly.

Azriel slowly then began to enter you, you both almost meeting your release at the feeling. He slowly began to drag in and out as the sensation grew with its addictive nature, he increased his speed, spurred on by your hitching breath. The pressure growing and growing and growing, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your back arched until the band snapped sending you into overdrive as every nerve in your body stood to attention and then exploded. You practically screamed his name sending him over the edge, returning the sentiment by moaning your name, collapsing next to you while riding out his high.

“I had no idea how much I needed to hear you say my name like that YN” Azriel finally found some composure to rasp out, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you in. You tried not to cringe in embarrassment as you buried a laugh into his chest.

“Don’t go shy on me now” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. You rolled onto your elbows to look into his eyes as they lit up for you. You hauled the duvet up around you, leaving a small corner for Azriel to tug at.

“Why must I be mated to a blanket thief?”

“Why must I be mated to a pain in the ass?”

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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Riding a Vaquero. || Alejandro Vargas

Rating: E Words: 2.4K~ Pairing: Alejandro x F!Reader CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. crack + smut, piv (protected), oral sex (m!receiving), throat fucking, cumming (f! and m!), swallowing cum, praise? ('that's it'), Spanish terms of endearment (nena, mamacita, vaquerita + caballito). other tags: crack, one night stand, dating app, flirting, roasting/mockery/slander of Alejandro. summary: You meet Alejandro on a dating app. Despite roasting the crap out of him he still lets you ride him :) a/n: Inspired by my "It's a Match!" fic... but very loosely and also it's so much fucking worse. + Thank you to @loveandplanet for helping me write this because I was struggling, my goodness.

Friday night. 5:30 PM.

You just got home from work and threw yourself on the couch before even making yourself dinner.

You're tired and bored and sort of... lonely.

The perfect cocktail of emotions to make you dip a toe back into the dark, cesspool of a lake that is the only dating app you keep on your phone: Tinder.

Slowly, you begin swiping away on the pictures of men on your screen.

Most of them are gym bros, there's a few nerds... You're pretty sure they're great, they seem it, you're sure they'd offer wonderful company and conversation over a quick meal...

But for the sake of what you're looking for, they might as well have a sign stamped on their face reading "[ Boring ]".

Boring. Boring. Boring.

That's when you see him.

Alejandro.

A handsome man, older, with crow's feet, and deep laugh lines, and a broad nose, and a bit of grey already creeping onto his beard... or maybe it's just the lighting? Either way, he looks... delicious.

So, you scroll down to read what his bio has to say.

A soldier, originally from Las Almas... 6ft tall... And a good cook... Looks like you've just caught yourself a two-in-one... A dinner and... if his bio is anything to go off of, a one night stand.

Although that bio...

You find yourself swiping right and in an instant, your phone displays a 'It's a Match!' screen, signalling that he liked you back.

You open your DM with him and carefully type a message:

you:

"Do you know your bio has a typo? You wrote horse twice."

His reply was surprisingly quick, almost like he was already in the DM screen as well, waiting for you to reply:

Alejandro:

"I know. I did it on purpose so people would DM me to correct me." "Pretty sure it increased the amount of women reaching out to me." "Women like you."

Cocking a brow, you can't help but scoff. Of course, he uses that typo as an ice-breaker!

No wonder he answered so quick! He was already anticipating you'd call his attention to his typo...

Sitting up on the couch again, you shift your weight and sit into a more focused position, leaning forward, before you type out an answer.

It has to be witty. It has to be funny. It has to catch him off guard...

...

you:

"That explains it." "And now that I got that out of the way..." "Is your forehead really that big or is it just the angle?"

You set your phone down on the coffee table in front of you and bite your lip, hoping that your comment wouldn't have pushed him too far...

A couple of new messages pop onto the left side of the screen in a row, causing you to lean forward to read them.

Alejandro:

"Excuse me?" "I bet you wouldn't say that to my face."

Trying not to giggle, you carefully grab the phone and type another reply:

you:

"More like say it to your forehead you mean?"

You wonder if you're going too far.

He's the first and only interesting guy you've found on Tinder today, the only one that you didn't deem boring upon one glance of their face and bio...

What are you even doing, making fun of him like this?

What if that just causes him to unmatch and block you?

What if-

Alejandro:

"I've never in my entire life been spoken to like this." "Other than when I was a boy pissing off my sisters." "And I hate to say that I sort of like it."

Your eyebrows raise and your eyes widen, feeling like you somehow just caught the biggest fish in the lake by blindly throwing in the lure and reeling it back out when you decided you should.

Sheer fucking luck.

you:

"I have more of those if you'd like." "Can keep going all night just making fun of you."

He paused again for a moment before replying with:

Alejandro:

"And you wouldn't run out of things to say?"

you:

"I'm sure I wouldn't."

Alejandro:

"And what would I have to give you in return for this to happen?"

you:

"Cook me dinner?"

Alejandro:

"Sounds like this was all a ploy to taste my food."

Taking a deep breath, you look around your room aimlessly, trying to hold back from saying the first thought that popped into your mind at reading that message...

But you can't help it.

And, hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

you:

"Maybe it's not just the food I'm planning on tasting."

Alejandro:

"Oh." "Maybe I'd like that."

you:

"Doesn't scare you?"

You almost patted yourself on the back for making a joke about his profile's stupid little 'if you think you're into something that scares me' line.

Alejandro:

"I'm an army colonel. Of course it doesn't scare me." "It just intrigues me." "You sure do look like you're starving. Who am I to deny you?"

Stifling a scoff and a bit of a groan, you reply with:

you:

"That line sounded straight out of a porno."

Alejandro:

"Haven't even cooked you dinner and you're beginning with the insults?" "You don't waste any time, huh?"

you:

"No and neither should you."

Alejandro:

"Then how about you let me cook you dinner right now?" "No stalling or wasting any more time."

Biting back a smirk, you shake your head in amusement.

you:

"Sounds good to me." "Address?"

"I was right, wasn't I, nena [babygirl]?" Alejandro asks as he looks down at you as you crouch before him in his kitchen.

You look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, muffled sounds escaping your lips as you keep your mouth stuffed with his cock.

"That's right... You really were starving..." He cooed as he looked down at you, his voice carrying a pleasant growl and gravel to it.

Your head is pressed nicely against the cupboards of his kitchen, as he carefully prepares pico de gallo for the tacos he's making the two of you for dinner.

You hadn't expected to end up in this position so soon after driving up to his house, a small 1-store casita with wooden frames and details and a wonderful little tiled patio out back.

You had expected some flirting, some jokes, you roasting him...

Instead, you had somehow ended up pressed against the kitchen counter with his tongue deep in your mouth and his hand up your shirt, fondling one of your breasts...

And now, here you were, perched on your own heels, with his big cock slowly and repeatedly bruising the back of your throat as you moaned softly around it... While he cooks dinner for the both of you like nothing's happening.

It's almost infuriating, how calm he seems, how he looks down at you with those stunning brown eyes of his, and a smug little smirk on his lips...

And yet, he also looks absolutely breathtaking, standing there in a charcoal grey button-up, the first few buttons popped open to reveal a generous speckling of chest hair and a golden crucifix and a few other chains resting over his pecs…

And the way the sweat pools on his brow, and slips down the side of his robust neck, and disappears under his collar…

The light of the setting sun, warm and orange toned, filters through the windows and illuminates his small home, warming it, and reflecting off his sweat, and shining so bright on him.

It almost doesn't get better than this... letting him fuck your throat against the cupboard while he cooks you a meal which, by the scent, will be delicious, proving he wasn't lying about being a good cook...

Setting your hand on his hip, you tap your fingers on his lower back, gesturing him to go deeper into your mouth.

He picks up on the signal and thrusts harder into your mouth, causing you to choke and gurgle around his large shaft, some saliva slowly slipping down the length and disappearing in the generous bush of hair at the base.

"Mmmm, you like when I make you choke, huh?" He coos as he wipes one of his hands on a tea towel and then grips your hair, protecting your head from bouncing back on the hard wood of the cabinet.

Then, his other hand holds onto the edge of the counter, fingers curling and tightening around it, to keep him upright, before he starts thrusting more decisively into your mouth.

Your eyes roll in delight as he bullies his way deep into your mouth in a more consistent and violent pace, his own head falling back and allowing him to grunt and groan as your throat tightens and constricts around him.

"¡Ay carajo! [Ah, fuck!]" Alejandro groans as he pulls your head closer to his crotch, burying your nose in the coarse hair at the base of his cock, keeping the tip buried deep inside your mouth.

Sputtering and gurgling around him, your hands find a perch on his hip, on either side, but, rather than pulling him off, you hold onto him, close and against you, your nails digging into the muscles of his ass cheeks through the fabric of his jeans.

Your tongue laps up at the underside of his cock just as it begins to throb, Alejandro groans above you, leaning his head on the upper cabinets as he slowly floods your mouth with his tangy cum, which slowly slides down your throat as you make an effort to swallow around him.

With a long exhale, Alejandro licks his lips and looks down at you as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your mouth, letting you finally catch a proper breath too.

"Your mouth is very talented, mamacita." He compliments you, a smirk already forming on his lips again, his hand reaching down to help you wipe some drool off your chin.

"Thank you." You reply with a chuckle and push yourself up to your feet, side stepping him as he tucks himself back into his jeans and resumes making you dinner.

"So... What were you saying about having a lot more insults to tell me?" He quips and smirks at you.

"Well, first of all, I could still see your forehead from all the way down there,"

You break the kiss in favor of carefully rocking back and forth on his dick, buried balls deep within your slick cunt.

His large hands grip onto your hip and thighs to continue moving you atop him, making your clit grinding against his pubic hair in a way that made you squirm and whine.

His head is leaning back on the back of his couch as he watches you make yourself feel good, overstimulating your sensitive clit with the help of the coarse hair on his pelvis, and feeling the tip of his slightly curved cock rub against your g-spot.

"You like that, hm, vaquerita [little cowgirl]?" He coos at you, as your head dips back and you moan softly, before bouncing up on his cock for a moment and sinking all the way down, drawing louder groans out of you both.

It's a surprisingly slow fucking session, probably because of your bellies are full and warm with the recent meal, and you just sort of stumbled your way onto the couch afterward, for a make-out session that turned to slow, lazy sex.

Leaning against Alejandro in the low sunlight as the afternoon turns into evening and the sun sets through the window, you rock your hips against his again and again.

Your lips find his for what must be the 50th time tonight. Your tongues intertwine as you huff and moan into his mouth, his fingers digging your thighs as he squeezes you down and rubs you onto him, back and forth.

Breaking the kiss, you set your head down on his shoulder. It's almost too intimate for a first time, but it's strangely nice. His skin feels nice and warm against you, albeit a bit dewy with sweat.

Your eyes look up at him as he relaxes his head back and grunts softly, continuing to guide your hip back and forth on his, to seek out extra friction for you both, and murmuring incoherent Spanish curses and words of praise.

Slowly, you find yourself leaning forward and lick a stripe up his neck toward his stubble-speckled jawline, feeling the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue, as, even now, he's still producing more and more little droplets that slide tantalizingly slowly down his tan skin.

Then, you lick across the bottom of his jaw and around to the back of it, then, your head lowers and you lick another stripe up his neck. Alejandro reacts the same every single time, with a soft shudder and a grunt, throwing his hips up into yours.

"Oh you like that, huh, vaquero [cowboy]?" You tease him this time, using his own words against him.

The look Alejandro shoots you at that quip makes it clear he didn't appreciate your sarcasm... What a shame.

You lean back, your hands coming to rest on his thighs behind you, before you start bouncing in fervor. It drives a groan out of him, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

His left hand goes to your waist to steady you while he brings his other hand up to your lower stomach, pressing down onto it and allowing him to feel himself through your walls.

His thumb finds its way to your clit, rubbing it side to side, as you continue carefully and steadily bouncing off his lap, his own thighs having stiffened and raised to allow you and easier time.

The slaps of your ass and his thighs meeting echos throughout the living room, along with the sounds of your and Alejandro's moans.

It's a slow build-up, the both of you too lazy to actually put in too much effort into chasing your orgasm, but, steadily, and with Alejandro's thumb consistently rubbing against your clit, you find yourself reaching your peak.

Alejandro watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, leaning back against the couch and a stupid smirk painted on his lips, seeming so smug over the fact he got you to fall apart on his cock...

Only to watch you dismount from him and take a seat beside him on the couch, your body feeling too hot and tired to even remain in touch with any part of his.

His smirk vanishes and he cocks a brow, giving you a silent, judgmental look, as if asking 'What are you doing? Get back here.'.

And his face downright settles into a scowl when you mirror him by raising your own brow and ask him "You're a colonel, you've got this, right? You don't need my help.".

And, with an extra little impish smile you add, "Don't be scared, I believe in you, caballito [horsie]!"

for @lyralein , so you stop fucking bullying me because I "never write Alejandro" or whatever 🫶

#ikea writes 💚#cod x reader #cod fanfic #masterlist #call of duty #cod fandom #cod smut #smut #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas fanfic #los vaqueros

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skzfairyyydreamz · 6 months

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One Bite Wonder 🍽️ ||Texting Bf!innie

Genre: Smau, Crack/Humor masterlists

Warnings: Just i.n eating all your food 😂, Some cussing, some roasting also took place, mentions of food, there may be 1 or 2 typos.

A/n: This silly little idea came to me so randomly about an hour or so ago so i just quickly typed it up, i really enjoyed this one so i hope you will too. (taglist is open if you want to be listed /// messages and requests are also open if you ever want to request something or chat with silly little me 🫶🏼 ~Fae 🧚🏽‍♀️

if you read this far you are a sexy human and i love you *MWAH* 😘 comment “<3” to confirm your super hawt sexiness!! 🫶🏼

Taglisters: @hanniemylovelyquokka @goblinracha @tinyelfperson ??? (open)

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He Tells Me

Masterlist

You've fallen into psychological stalemate with a man who does things for you without needing to be asked, and neither of you want to give up the last say.

Joel Miller x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, fluff, overgiver!joel & yn, ellie 'JUST FUCKING KISS ALREADY' williams, typos, etc.

A/N: ive fallen into this song again. ITS SO JOEL CODED

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @multifandom-fangirl4

▶ ♪ Play touch tank by quinnie ♪ ◀

I love you isn't always I and Love and You; it isn't always the words that tumble out of your mouth or the lump that's stuck in your throat.

I love you isn't always a kiss and a hug; it isn't always the way lips brush against skin or chests press against chests.

Sometimes it's good mornings. Good morning, I love you. Did you sleep well, I love you. Have you eaten, I love you.

I love you, I did the dishes.

I love you, I fixed your faulty light.

Hey, let me carry that for you.

This reminded me of you, here.

I think you'd like this.

I love you.

But somehow, those I love yous read to you as you owe mes, and now, you were paying back every bit of your debt with blood, sweet, and a burnt hand.

Ellie opens the door and smiles, immediately calling your name and pulling you into a side hug. You lean into her embrace as much as the steaming casserole in your hand will allow you.

"You made it just in time for dinner!" she says, pushing you in with her.

You chuckle, "oh, Elle-machine. I'm just here to drop this off and-"

"Don't be silly," a voice cuts you off. Joel comes down from the stairs, barely glancing your way as he overtakes you both, heading for the kitchen. Still, you notice his faint smile and a shot of electricity ripples down your spine, a swell of warmth crawls up your ears.

Joel walks off, grunting as he did, "you're staying for dinner. End of story."

Ellie watches you be rendered frozen in your spot. She does not hide her grin, "he just called you silly."

You turn to her, finding the pot in your hand was feeling heavier, "... he did."

You and Ellie make it to the dining table and you set the food you prepared on a table next to the other dishes.

"Wow," you mutter, "roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and a salad," you look up at Joel, who was walking over with another pot. He sets the pot down as you turn to Ellie, "is it your birthday or something?"

"No," Ellie sit down with a smile, "Joel just knows I'm a growing child who needs her food."

You bring a hand to your mouth to hold in your giggles. Joel catches this and furrows his brows.

"Consider me jealous, honey," you tease her.

"Well, you could always move in with us," Ellie props her elbows on the table.

Before you can reply, Joel takes your hand, making both you and Ellie turn to him. Your heart pounds. His expression hardens as he takes in the cloth wrapped around your palms, "what happened to your hand?"

You watch him examine your hand a second too long. Joel looks back at out, ripping a response from your lips, "I- uh- the... the casserole."

Joel raises his brows, "you burnt your hand cooking?"

The worry in his brown eyes ate away at your heart. You clench your jaw, unwilling to admit you were a useless and bad cook, "... no."

Joel thinks back to the contents of the first aid kit in the compound.

"I- I was doing something with the pot and then I-"

"I think Tommy has burn ointment somewhere," Joel trails off, immediately releasing my hand and marching off.

Your stomach drops. You immediately catch his arm, "wait!"

Joel stops in his tracks, looking back at you.

"It's not a big deal!" you say through an airy chuckle, "I put it under running water for a while. I just put a wrap because it hurts when I-"

His hand, warm and gentle, coming atop yours cuts you off. Joel shifts in his spot; your ears perk, as they were sensitive to the sound of his boots. He gives you a look, a kind one, a patient one, a tender one, "it isn't a big deal. I'll be back in two seconds."

The moment Joel walks off, Ellie pipes up, "you should just take a seat. You know you can't argue with him. Well, I mean you can but that normally doesn't end up well." She pats on the empty chair beside her, "want to hear about what I did in school today instead?"

You release a soft breath and smile, "of course, darling."

When Joel came back, he announced there was no burn ointment, but he did find an ice pack. The only problem now, there was no ice. And so as the three of you began to eat, he explained he'd fix the broken ice cream freezer in the warehouse and make ice for you tomorrow. To which you said-

"You really don't have to," you shake your head, suddenly too embarrassed to get anymore food than you already had on your plate. You had one scoop of mashed potatoes.

Joel moves the bowl of mash closer to you then takes off the lid of one pot, "I meant to do it anyway. They found spare parts for it. Now I have a reason," he turns to you, "have some pasta. I made it for you."

Your eyes land on the pot. You begin to feel a nasty little feeling claw up your nape at the thought of Joel going out of his way for you. I mean, you made the casserole to repay him for helping you do your laundry, and if it wasn't bad enough that he saw your underwear, he made you food, one of your favorites. You offer Joel a smile, "thank you, Joel."

He reaches out to your for your plate. You hand it to him wordlessly. He mutters, "you're welcome, sweetheart."

Your lips part. He's never called you that before, only Ellie.

He stills the moment he has your plate in hand, "I- I mean-"

"NAH," Ellie cuts as she rips off a chicken leg, "you called her sweetheart. No take backsies."

Joel clears his throat as he puts pasta on your plate.

When you all finished eating, not a lick was left on your plates. You obviously insisted on washing the dishes and Joel countered you wouldn't be because you were a guest. The back and forth became so insufferable Ellie stepped up and volunteered, insisting instead that Joel walk you back home. You had no means to insist your way out of that.

And so you waited by the front door for Joel to get his jacket from the second floor. When he got it, the two of you headed out, walking quite leisurely.

"You know," you shove your hands in your pockets. You couldn't help it, "my house is literally, like, two steps away from here. You don't have to walk-"

Joel draping his jacket around your shoulders silence you. He pulls the thing by the collar, making sure it was snug on you, "yeah. All the more reason to walk you, since it's so close."

You watch him pull his pants up as he looks around. He offers, "but if it's a challenge you want, we can circle 'round the compound a bit before heading back to yours."

A warmth envelopes you, and it's not because of his jacket.

He turns to you when you don't respond, immediately blurting, "only if you want," he wipes his lips, "I'm not trying to make you do-"

"No, I know," you shake your head, "I know what you mean."

You and Joel look at each other in the quiet while walking. He takes a moment before nodding. He chuckles rather uneasily, "okay... good- that's good."

Seconds pass with just the sound of your footsteps between you.

You decide to say what's on your mind, "Uh," you turn to your feet.

Joel immediately locks his gaze on you.

"Next time," you purse your lips, "just leave the pasta to me."

Joel knits his brows. Damn.

"You know..." you look away, "like, I'm glad you invited me over and all, but you-"

"Was it that bad?"

You finally turn to him, "what?"

"Was my cooking that bad?" Joel feels his insides churn. He feels so stupid suddenly for not following the recipe to a tee. Damn his personal tastes.

You shake your head, "no. No! Your cooking was great! It wasn't bad at all. I enjoyed it. This isn't about your cooking."

He makes a face, "oh..."

You nod, clarifying, "I just- you don't have to do that for me."

He takes a moment to think. Oh... He snorts and rubs his nose, "ah... I see."

You knit your brows at that.

Joel's shoulder's slump. It was him then. Well, he doesn't blame you for not being interested. He releases a breath. It was stupid of him anyway. He thinks of a flimsy excuse to break the tension. It a horrible lie, "sorry, uh, it's just-- Ellie just really wanted to eat with you."

His words make you knit your brows deeper. You blink twice, "Ellie... wanted me to join?"

"Yeah," Joel huffs, "she thinks your great."

You nod slowly.

"But... if you don't want to eat with me, I'll make sure to-"

"Wait, what?"

The both of you stop walking.

Joel feels his insides disintegrate when you look at him the way you do. He looks away and clears his throat. Man up, "I... don't want to make you uncomfortable with any... unwanted advances."

"Wait," you quickly step forward. You rapidly shake your head, "no! I..." you raise your brows, "I just- I don't want to burden you with... with- d-doing things for me."

A deep line forms between Joel's brows, "burden? Who said anything about burdens?"

You look away as you continue to shake your head, "I- I don't know. I just- I don't want to bother you-"

"JUST KISS ALREADY!"

Both of you snap to the side There, from the second floor window, was Ellie, head sticking out of the window. She cups her mouth with her hand and screams again, "KIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!"

You look away from her. You turn to your feet as you feel your face burn.

Joel's loud voice surprises you, "GO TO BED!"

"I'M NOT 4!" Ellie screams back.

Joel decides to end the screaming match with a grumble, "well, you're damn acting like one." He turns back to you, "sorry about her, she's-"

"I really like you," you blurt when you look back at him, "I really like being around you."

Joel feels his fingers tingle.

Your impulsiveness only now begins to feel like a bad idea, "I-" your voice gets smaller, "it's not unwanted advances... not per se... It's just- when people do things for me, I don't- well, I don't know, I-"

"You can't just accept it?"

You stare at each other for a moment. You nod. Joel nods too.

"I'm usually the one giving, ya know," you say.

Joel nods again, "I do. I feel the same way. I don't like needing to get help from anyone," he crosses his arms, "but, you know, being with Ellie... she's taught me that sometimes-"

"FUCKING KISS HER OLD MAN!"

You can't contain the snort that leaves your mouth. Joel shoots a glare to his side. Still, he breaks into a chuckle, "I'm gonna kill her."

Ellie makes a face and waves her hands, "NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT- oh my god he actually did it."

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Reunited. - Harry Potter x Reader

Warnings: Oral both f and m receiving, teasing, dom harry, p in v etc.

a/n: Of COURSE I had to write about my boy harry again.

EDIT: Typos :/

3 months.

It has been 3 months since you’ve seen Harry. You couldn’t even write to each other because of his muggle family being extremely against anything to do with your world, but none of that matters now. You arrive to the Weasley’s burrow, with your trunks and suitcases full of school supplies, robes and clothes for your upcoming school year at Hogwarts.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A girl with bushy brown hair asks, coming out of the burrow. “Hermione!” You exclaim, dropping your luggage and running into her arms. You both squeal in your hug.

“How’ve you been? How was your summer?” You friend asks as you both walk back to your luggage you had left. “It was great! Mum and dad were of course, busy all the time. So I had a lot of me time. How was yours?” You asked.

“It was fun, I got to study for our O.W.L.S all summer! I should’ve started before our last year ended, though.” Hermione chuckles nervously.

“Hermione, we don’t take out OWLs until the end of the year,” You said. “Yes, but this is the most important test we will ever take! I have to study, if I don’t study, I’ll fail, if I fail, I won’t graduate. If I don’t graduate I won’t-“ “Hermione!” You interrupt her, turning towards you, dropping your bags once again to put your hands on her shoulders. “You are the smartest witch I know. You will probably get the highest grade,” Hermione takes a big deep breath of relief, ending with a smile. “Thanks y/n.”

You and Hermione enter the burrow, Mrs.Weasley sees you immediately and gasps. “Miss. l/n!” She runs to you immediately just like you ran to Hermione, and pulls you into a tight hug. You talked about your summer with Mrs.Weasley while greeting the other Weasley family members. Ron comes up to you and ruffled your hair before pulling you into a tight hug. “What do you reckon we okay a quick game of quidditch while you’re here? I’ve been getting better.” Ron says during the hug

“Ron, I told you to start studying for your O.W.L’s!” Hermione exclaims disapprovingly. “Relax, ‘mione. I’ve got loads of time, I haven’t seen y/n for months!” Ron says, wrapping his arm around her, she gives him another disapproving look but dropped the subject, her frown turning into a smile.

“So where’s Harry?” You ask anxiously. “He’s not here yet, dear. I believe he’s going to be here any minute.” Mrs. Weasley says, putting a roast in the oven with a flick of her wand. As if you summoned him simply by saying his name, you guys here a CRACK outside the front door. You all pile towards the door, looking out the window. There you see the boy who lived, with his black messy hair, round glasses, and green eyes. Despite a group of people looking at him for his arrival, his eye’s immediately land on you; he smiles, ear to ear, through the window.

“Open the bloody door, Ron!” Hermione exclaims, motioning towards you. “Alright alright!” Ron buffs. Ron opens the door and Mrs.Weasley squeals as she engulfs Harry in her arms. “Oh my boy!” She exclaims swinging Harry back and forth. “It’s always good to see you Mrs.Weasley” Harry says with a strained voice, as he’s being squeezed in the hug.

“It’s like we’re not even here.” Ron jokes, nudging George. “We’re not the chosen one, mate.” George respond, laughing softly.

Each person takes turns greeting Harry, leaving you for last. He finally turns to you after shaking Fred’s hand, his eyes instantly brighten up, and a bigger smile grows on his face. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. He plants kisses all over your cheek. You giggle from it tickling, and he lets you down. ��Hi,” you say simply. “I’ve missed you.” You added. “I’ve missed you too, you have no idea.” Harry responds. He ticks your hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek, whispering “I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you later.” Causing your cheeks to quickly turn into a rose color. Luckily, Harry seemed to be the only one to notice.

The rest of the night consisted of catching up, each of you talking about your summer, Harry’s being quick and simple of which him saying “Just waited on when it would end.”

Hermione went on another O.W.L’s tangent. After her vent, everyone head off for bed. You made your way to Ginny’s room, where you had set your luggage, until you felt a hand on your arm, you turn around to see Harry. He put a finger up to his lips, and you nodded, his hand slid into yours, guiding you into the guest bedroom the Weasley’s had set up for Harry. He led you into his room.

Once you both had entered, he placed his hand on the door behind you, and pushed it shut. He stood in front of you, stretching his arm with the palm of his hand still against the door. His green eyes looked down on you, scanning your body. You felt your cheeks go hot instantly.

“I have missed you. So much.” Harry begins. He leaned down to the crook of your neck, softly kissing you, up your neck to behind your ear. “God Harry, I- I missed you too.” you whine. Goosebumps form on your arm making the hair stand up. Your hand reached to the back of his head, gripping his hair, causing him to grunt in your ear. “Already moaning for me, baby?” His hand leaves the door and lands on your waist.

“On the bed, baby.” he says into your ear, slightly pulling you away from the door, before pushing you lightly towards the bed.

You sit in the bed and lean back, holding yourself up on your elbows. Harry steps between your legs, hanging off of the twin sized bed. He gets on the bed to where he’s above you, leans down to kiss you. It starts out slow, and soft. “God Harry, I’ve missed you.” You mumble in the kiss. “What’ve ‘ye missed ‘bout me?” Harry mumbles back, between kisses. “Everything. Your hands,” You begin to list things off you missed about him. All the things you’ve longed for the past 3 months. You stop the kiss and grab his hand.

“Your lips,” you continue, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him down to kiss you again.

“God; your hair.” You whine, running your hands through his messy hair, even messier from your hands gripping it just a few moments ago. Harry stares at you with eyes full of hunger. He picks up his wand that was in the bedside table. (That was really an old box) “Muffliato.” he said quietly; keeping his eye contact on you. You loved that spell, mostly because you knew what was going to happen after it was cast.

Harry immediately leans down, attacking you neck with bites, and kisses. His hands fly down to the hem of your shirt, raising it up, and quickly breaking the contact of his lips from your neck to pull the shirt over your head.

To his surprise, you prepared for this, wearing a dark red lace bra. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.” Harry groaned out. You smile up at him, blushing again. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Holy fuck.” Harry stammers out, running his hands up your stomach to your chest, squeezing your tits, one in each hand. You moan at the feeling. He leans down again, this time his attack aimed at your lips. Your hands sneak down from his hair to the button of his jeans, unbuttoning it. “Oh ‘yer excited?” Harry says, again between hungry kisses. “Harry please-“ you whine.

“Be patient, baby. You’ve waited 3 months and have done great so far.” Harry coos. “But go ahead.” he added, sitting back up straight, letting you continue to take off his pants, seeing his hard cock in his boxers. He pulls down yours, revealing your matching panties to your bra. “You’re kidding, so filthy.” Harry scoffs, practically ripping the remaining little clothing you had on your body off.

You tried to reach your hands to the hem of his boxers, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and shook his head. “Be a good girl, and wait.” Harry scolds you. You pout your bottom lip. Harry’s fingers run down to your lower stomach, causing goosebumps to once again appear on your arms. Your pussy was already so wet from him just kissing you, his fingers lightly touch you and you whine.

“So wet for me baby, god you’re perfect.” Harry says, looking down at your sex on his fingers, glistening in the light. You watch as Harry lean down inbetween your legs. You buck your hips up towards his face, wanting him now. “Baby; you have to be patient. Be a good girl, or I’ll have to stop.” You moan in response, trying you best to keep your hips still now. After a moment; Harry leans back down, and you feel his tongue in-between your folds, slowly licking up your liquids. Your hands tug at his hair.

Harry hums as he licks you up, causing vibration against your heat, warning another moan from you. “Harry!” You yell, slapping your hand to your mouth not wanting to wake anyone. Harry immediately stops and looks up at you. “No one other than me is going to here you, Angel. Scream my name.” Harry demands, going back down on you, now using you like a toy on his tongue, pumping it in and out of you, while licking your clit every now and then.

Your moans grow louder. “Harry! Please.” you beg. “Pleas what princess?” Harry asks, still down by your heat, kitten licks on your clit. “Let me cum, please Harry. Let me make a mess, please.” You cry, tears forming in your eyes from your desperation of pleasure.

“As you wish.” He smirks, finally giving you the pressure and pace you needed. You finally release, you feel your hot juices leave your used and sensitive hole, you feel your thighs squeezing his head. His hands can wrap around your thighs, squeezing them as he licks up your cum. You squirm from you being sensitive, but still love the feeling. You quickly sit up, hands rushing to the hem of his boxers. “Can’t even wait for me, baby.” Harry chuckles down at you, pulling down his boxers.

His cock sprang free, leaking with precum. You wrap your hand around, slowly stroking your hand up an down his cock, your thumb running over his slit, covered with precum. He groans in response. You quickly switched, now he was sitting on the bed, you were on your knees in front of him. You quickly took his cock into your mouth, using your hand to steady it. Your tongue lapped over his tip, earning a groan from him. “God. Your mouth is so fucking perfect.” You suck up and down his cock, hearing him groan and moan your name.

You bob your head up and down faster and faster, eyes shut tightly to focus on not gagging, as you can feel his dick hit the back of your throat, leaving precum dripping down as a treat.

“Eyes on me.” Harry demanded, yanking your attention up by pulling your hair. You moan in response.

“Fuck baby. You’re so good to me. God I have fucking missed you. You’re so perfect for me.” Harry moans out. You yourself moan at his words. His dick twitches in your mouth. It’s red, angry, and full. Your eyes innocently look up at him, humming as you suck his dick. With a few more licks across his tip, and a few more hums from you, he spills into your mouth, some landing on your chest, to which he yells out your name. Your tongue catches some of his cum, swallowing it like the angel you are.

“Fuck. Baby, come here.” Harry says, motioning his hand to come up on his lap. You oblige happily, straddling yourself above him. Harry handles his dick underneath you, and grabs your hips, lowering you down on his cock. Harry continues to groan out, as you moan his name. You slowly bounce up and down in his dick, your tits moving up and down as you do so.

“Harry, fuck.” you moan, but don’t stop. “You’re so tight, y/n. Such a perfect angel for me. So wet.” He groans. “You’re mine. Do you fucking understand?” Harry says, his hands slapping your ass as you continue to bounce on his cock. “y-yes harry, all yours.” You respond, seeing his green eyes go almost black, full of lust. “That’s right. Keep your eyes on me.” Harry demands. “My fucking slut. Does my slut want me to cum inside you?” Harry asks in a raspy voice, hands on your hips slamming you down on his cock. “P-lease cum inside me..” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach grow. “That’s it. Take it angel. Take it.” Harry groans. He finally releases inside of you, and you release on his cock, both of you moaning the loudest this time, each others names. “Fuck y/n.” Harry moans, pulling you off his cock, covered in a mixture of both of your cum. “I’ve really missed you.” You say, looking down at the mess you’ve both made, then innocently looking down at him. “Round two tomorrow morning, before we leave for school?” harry asks, reaching over for a tissue to wipe off his release still on your tits. “sounds like a plan.” you agree, blushing harder.

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alwaysonthemend · 6 months

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Chestnuts Roasting

Author's Note: Hi again! Part 2 of my holiday fics is here! For this one, I got several requests for decorating a Christmas tree with Danny and one for some fluffy, romantic sex by the fireplace. I hope I did them justice. Josh and Sam are left so if you have any requests for either of them, please don't hesitate to send them to me! As always, if you see any typos... no you didn't.

Content Warnings: Unprotected p in v sex, just a tee tiny bit of angst if you squint (some talk about feeling insecure) but mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 2921

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“This one!” You excitedly point to the largest tree in the row.

Danny looks over to where you’re pointing, a large smile on his face.

“The biggest one you could find, huh?” He asks you, amusement evident in his tone.

You’d begged for days for Danny to take you out here to pick out a tree. Danny, having grown up in Frankenmuth where Christmas is so prevalent all the time, is often a little lacking in the holiday spirit. You’ve heard him say time and time again that for him it’s just “not that special anymore” and that he’s perfectly content to forgo most of the holiday traditions that most people adore. But after he’d come to learn just how much you love Christmas – how much you love listening to Christmas music and decorating and doing all of the stereotypical Christmas stuff, he’d been a little more willing to do it all with you. Afterall, he’s said that doing it with you made it far more special than it had been when he was growing up in Michigan.

So here you both are, bundled up in your warmest clothes and walking hand and hand through the rows and rows of trees. Your own little winter wonderland.

“Of course! Go big or go home, babe.” You wave over at one of the workers, beckoning him over to show him which tree you want.

“And when there’s no room on top for a star you’re gonna regret it.” Danny laughs, though the fondness in his eyes is still more than evident. In fact, it’s only grown after your pick in trees.

“Nah. There’ll be room.” You tell him, keeping a watchful eye as the worker cuts down the beautiful tree. “It’s gonna be perfect.”

“I’m sure it will.” Danny says before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, his lips a warm relief from the bite of the cold winter air.

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The tree was in fact just a bit too large. The top of the tree was just barely smushed into the ceiling but Danny had been kind enough to not say anything about it. And as you began to decorate, a Christmas song playlist filtering through softly, Danny watched you fondly from his place on the couch.

“You’re a great help there, Danny.” You say sarcastically, hooking another ornament on the tree.

“Here.” Danny’s voice appears, his head leaning down to your ear and his hand finding the small of your back. “Let me.” He takes the ornament from your grasp and hooks it high up on the tree near the top.

“I’m moral support, babe.”

You roll your eyes, standing on your tiptoes to reach up on the tree where there weren’t as many ornaments. You can’t quite reach. You hop a bit, reaching your arms up as high as they can go but it’s still not quite where you want it.

“Thanks” You breath out, his proximity making you blush a little bit. No matter how long the two of you have been together, you still find that he can make you blush and your heart pound just like he had at the beginning of your relationship.

“Hand me another one.” He says sweetly, and you blindly reach into the box that you use for Christmas storage and pull out the first one that your fingers find.

As you hand it to Danny, you both smile at the sight of the ornament that he had given you for your first Christmas together. It’s beautiful. A sheer glass snowflake, the edges cut so that it mimics diamond. It’s a delicate thing that you remember being completely in awe of when he gifted it to you. You had admired it in a store once while you and Danny had been shopping for gifts for friends and family and you had refrained from buying it at the time for the sake of only spending money on gifts for others. But Danny had gone back and bought it for you.

“It’s my favorite one.” You tell him, watching as he hangs it carefully.

“It’s very pretty.” He smiles, taking the next ornament from you.

“Even prettier because you gave it to me.”

This time, it’s Danny who blushes. It’s barely there but you can just make it out under the glow of the white lights from the tree.

“I’m glad you like it. I was so stressed trying to find you a gift that year.”

Your heart warms at the thought of him putting so much effort into just one gift. It makes you smile to think back to that Christmas. You and Danny had only just begun dating some two months before, and though you’d been smitten with him from the very start, you had also been worried about what to buy him. It’s a comforting thought to know that he had gone through the exact same thing.

“Why?”

“Well,” he starts, voice soft and buttery, “it was our first holiday season together and I wanted it to be something you would really like. But I also didn’t want to go overboard since we’d only been together for a few months. I didn’t want to scare you off or something by getting something too expensive.”

“You wouldn’t have scared me off.” You tell him, handing him one of the last ornaments. “I was worried about the same thing to be completely honest.”

Danny turns to face you, his curls framing his face so beautifully that you have a hard time not staring.

“The gift you got me was so perfect, Y/n. One of the best I’ve ever gotten.”

Your eyes widen just a bit.

“Really?”

You’d gifted him a leather bound journal with gold embossed pages and a tree of life stamped into the cover. It had been for the purpose of writing down his songs and lyrics that he came up with.

“Really.” He says, smiling down at you fondly. “I still have it, you know. I’ve filled up all the pages but I like to keep it so I can read the note that you wrote on the inside.”

Your brows furrow as you try and remember what you wrote that he considers so special but you can’t remember. It had just said “Merry Christmas” and your name signed at the bottom. Nothing entirely extraordinary or profound. You had wanted to keep it simple back then.

“Why? I don’t think I wrote much in it.”

“No. But at the end,” he steps closer, his hands finding your waist and holding softly. “You wrote: I Love You at the bottom before signing your name. We’d said ‘I love you’ before but… I don’t know. I guess seeing it written down for the first time felt special.” He shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed. “I guess it was just nice to know that even though we weren’t face to face, you still felt that way and wanted to write it down. I had always worried that maybe you only said it back because I said it first.”

Silence falls for a long moment and you feel as though your heart might melt. Danny – despite always being the one to care for others… despite always being the nurturer and the caretaker, sometimes doubts his place in his loved one’s hearts. Though his physical appearance and the confidence that he seems to always carry hides it, there’s a deep feeling of insecurity and doubt way down in his heart. Not something that he would ever openly admit or seek reassurance on, but there nonetheless. It had taken a long time for you to even see it. And to think that he’d been afraid that you were only saying ‘I love you’ back to him because he said it first… it makes your heart ache for him.

“Danny…” You murmur, reaching up to place your hands on his cheeks, “I’m pretty sure that I fell in love with you the first time that I met you. Of course I always meant it. I still do.”

He smiles widely, though there’s a mist to his eyes now.

“I know that now. I just needed more reassurance back then.”

That makes you frown as guilt swirls through your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you.”

“No!” He says suddenly, shaking his head fiercely. “You did. That note, your actions, everything that you did reassured me. And you still do. Every single day.”

You smile and lift yourself up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” You murmur.

“Love you more."

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The weather had only managed to get worse and worse as time went on. Where once the sky had been a snowy gray, now was only a blanket of clouds. 4:30 and night is already beginning to fall as the wind and snow picks up.

“Damn.” Danny mutters, the house itself seeming to shake thanks to the powerful gusts of wind. “Happy first snowstorm of the season.” He jokes, his back to you as he gazes out the window into the dusk-lit lawn.

“I was hoping for a bonfire out back tonight but…” You come to stand beside him at the window, taking in the snowfall on the ground. “I don’t think that’s going to be happening tonight.”

Danny nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans.

“Don’t think so.” He affirms. “We could at least get the fireplace going in here.”

“That sounds lovely.”

You watch as Danny works to light the fireplace, a warm, comfy glow immediately descending over the room. Danny looks gorgeous in the flickering light of the flames and you don’t hesitate to tell him so.

“You look pretty incredible, too.” Is his answer as he sinks into the leather sofa next to you.

His eyes glitter in the dim light. His lips – plump and pink, stretch wide in a smile. He’s the picture of beauty sitting there next to you.

As the fire rages on, you shiver – the coldness from outside seeping through to give you a chill.

“Cold?” Danny asks quietly, scooting closer to you.

“Just a little.”

He grins, though this time there’s a playful glint in his eye.

“Bet I can warm you up.”

You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Really?” You ask him, leaning backwards into the arm of the sofa and looking up at him through your lashes. “That was like… Wattpad worthy, babe.” Even still, you reach upwards to grab his broad shoulders and use your grip on him to pull him down on top of you. His lips are so close that you could easily lean up and kiss him.

“What can I say? I’m just really smooth.” He winks and presses a kiss to your jaw, then another beneath your ear.

“You’re a dork.” You laugh, though your breath still hitches when his teeth sink into your ear lobe. Unable to resist him, you spread your legs a bit so that you can hook them behind his back and pull him in closer. His curls tickle your face but you barely notice them thanks to the feeling of his half-hard cock pressing into your groin.

Danny hums, his lips continuing to explore down your throat. He nips the sensitive skin before soothing it with a kiss before moving on down to your collarbone. His hands, large and strong, grasp your hips softly. That’s one thing that you love about him. Despite his strength, he still touches and holds you with the utmost care. Reverence, really.

“Danny.” You whine, arching slightly into him. Your arousal is growing like a wildfire, engulfing you with want for the man on top of you.

“I know.” He murmurs, drawing away to slide your pants and panties down your legs, letting you kick them off. “Can I taste you, love?”

You nod, breathless and not trusting your voice.

Slowly, teasingly, he licks over you – the tip of his tongue sweeping through your folds before swirling your clit. Your hand drops to his head without conscious thought, your fingers lacing through his curls and tugging. A deep rumble sounds from his chest at the slight sting to his scalp.

“Shittt.” Your back arches as his tongue flicks your swollen bud once again and he smiles into your heat at the way you squirm beneath him. “Fuck, Danny.”

The speed of his tongue increases and then, without warning, he sinks a finger into you, curling upwards the way he knows you love. He’s relentless, seemingly intent on bringing you to finish as quickly as he possibly can.

Your veins feel like they’re full of liquid fire as the band in your belly tightens and your cries begin to grow louder. The raging storm outside only serves to barely muffle your exclamations of pleasure. With one last curl of Danny’s finger and a deliberate flick of his tongue on your aching mound, your orgasm overtakes you. That fire in your belly spreads, warming you all over as he coaxes you through your release.

“I’ll never grow tired of that.” Danny murmurs, licking his lips clean of your release as he glances up at you. He smiles as he takes in the sight before him. You – your cheeks flushed and your eyes blown dark with lust as you gaze at him sitting between your thighs. “I could eat you out all day.” You believe him.

“Would you please fuck me, Daniel?” You ask him, giving him your very best doe eyes. If you let him, he’d keep bringing you to orgasm just like this – over and over and over again, completely ignoring his own pleasure for the sake of yours. But you want him. You want to feel him, every single inch of him, stretching you in the most delicious way.

Without a word, he slips his own pants off his legs, his boxers soon to follow. His cock, red and rock solid stands out proudly. He’s the only man you’ve ever known to have such a pretty cock. He swipes a finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to slick himself, a breathy moan escaping him as his own hand passes over himself.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, his voice quiet and husky. “I’m so lucky to get to see you like this.”

You whine, spreading your legs in the hopes that he’ll hurry things up. Your cunt is aching to feel him and you want desperately to see his face as he finally succumbs to his own pleasure.

As if hearing your thoughts, finally he sinks into you, stretching you perfectly and groaning loudly as he bottoms out.

“Jesus, Danny.” You manage to say between stuttered, heavy breaths. “You feel so good.”

Danny leans downwards, pressing his forearms on either side of your head and smothering your body with his own. There isn’t much room on the couch for two full grown adults but neither of you seem to care. It’s just an excuse to be as close as possible to each other.

“Move, baby.” You coax and he’s quick to obey.

He draws back before sliding into you once again, his strokes long and deliberate. As aggressively as he’d made you cum earlier, now there’s no rush for either of you. Your breaths mingle, his head dipped down so that his lips hover over your own. His brows pinch together as he thrusts into you, drawing a louder whine from between your lips. You slide your palms up under his shirt, running your fingertips over the expanse of skin and feeling the way his back muscles flex with each movement. He shivers and groans, his pace picking up only slightly after you rake your nails down his back.

“You feel like Heaven wrapped me.” He punctuates the sentence with a moan. “So tight and warm.”

You nod, lost in the feeling of him. It’s like the whole world has shrunk down to only you and him – the storm rages on outside but neither of you pay it any mind. That simmering low in your belly begins to spark, gently beginning to spread through you. Danny leans down to press his forehead to yours as the pleasure between the two of you builds and builds.

“Danny.” Your voice is a quiet, whimpering thing.

Immediately, Danny knows exactly what it is you need and he reaches a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles over the swollen nub. Where before your orgasm had slammed into you, this one creeps up and over you like a warm blanket. It goes on for what feels like forever as you arch upwards into Danny, his finger never ceasing on your clit and his own hips beginning to stutter.

“Fuck, keep making those noises.” He begs, and you realize now that whines are falling from your mouth with reckless abandon as he fucks you through your release.

At last, Danny pulls out of you just in time for his release to spill across your lower belly, deep moans ringing out in the air between the two of you. Then silence, broken only by yours and his heavy breathing.

“Warmer?” Danny asks at last, before brushing his lips over yours. You chase them, catching him for a deeper kiss before pulling away.

“Much warmer.” He brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear. “I love you.”

Danny smiles, sweet as honey.

“I love you more.”

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HEY I KNOW YOUR WORKING IN MY OTHER REQUEST RN BUT HEADCANNONS ON WHAT DATING RANDY WOULD LOOK LIKE KINDA LIKE AN EXTENSION ON THE CUDDLING HEADCANNONS YOU JUST DID 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Randy Meeks Heacanons: Dating Randy would include.

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Dating Randy headcanons!!

Author's note: RANDYYYYYYYYYYYY not enough works for him, so i gotta keep up with his requests. also kudos to alex for requesting constantly with great ideas :) i had so much fun making these.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

a lot of forehead kisses

cheek kisses too

he just looks like the type. he's gotta go to class? have a cheek kiss. you're meeting up? cheek kiss. you made him laugh? cheek kiss. going to sleep? cheek kiss. whatever, cheek kiss.

him being rather shy at the beginning of your relationship, but growing bolder as the time passes.

holding hands!!!! he loves holding hands. he actually blushed the first time you guys held hands, he's that cute.

getting along with his little sister martha!!! even teaming up against him with her lmao.

lots of dates, and a lot around getting food/eating/cooking/going to restaurants.

but i'm also not gonna lie, movies and dates are a big deal.

movie marathons! movie nights! going to the theater!

cuddling with randy (headcanons here)

you better not like guilty pleasure movies too much because if he has to cinematically roast you HE WILL.

learning a lot about movies and cinematography because he doesn't shut the fuck up.

but it's not like you want him to shut up like, ever.

competing to see who can insult people more 'culturally'

(like homo-repressed mama's boy, creepy tarantino film student, leatherface, pussy ass-wet-rag)

he likes dancing with you and will do so with absolutely every excuse he can think of.

the kind to get drunk, flirt with you and get really sad when you tell him you have a very loving boyfriend (he doesn't realize that's him)

really sweet

if he ever meets your parents, he'll most probably win them over. he's still walking on eggshells around them.

compliments you/what you're wearing every single day.

even if it's just your socks, he always says something nice to you.

he's so greatful to have you.

the type to walk out of arguments when things get heated, before any of you can say anything you'd regret.

he adores you, he could listen to every single thing you say for the rest of his life.

randy doesn't care if you're just talking about your favorite type of pen, he'll listen like you're trusting him with the secrets of the universe.

he remembers a lot of little details because of this.

call him 'pretty boy' and he'll be yours forever.

not a cheater :) (THE BARE MINIMUM---)

he rarely ever lies to you. he'd let you go down to the basement with him in a horror movie, and that's a shit lot of trust.

quotes different romantic dialogues from different movies, but it's always at the most unexpected/worst timing.

he's so goofy i love him.

always making sure you're okay, no matter where you at. it doesn't have to be a frat party for him to worry about your well-being

randy walks you everywhere, no matter how impractical that can be.

especially at night. he doesn't want you to go out alone when it's dark.

overall, he's a really good boyfriend, although i'm not getting involved with the angsty stuff.

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starwarsbean · 13 days

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Love Against the Odds

-Pairing: Tech x F! Reader

-Warnings: Fake Dating! Modern Universe! Slowburn! Smut & Fluff! Sexual Tension! NSFW.

- A/N: Hi to those who read this! Sorry for the delay but here’s the next chapter. I miss the bad batch and the finale was amazing. The next chapters will be more detailed. 18+!

-Summary: Tech is a successful CEO of a technology company. His commitment to his work has given him success in his career. However, he is not interested in trying love. Tech neglecting the important parts of life. His brothers urge him to give it a shot, as they believe finding a romantic partner will make him happy. Tech comes up with a brilliant idea to fake date to trick his brothers.

Chapter 5

Being so productive at work had put a lot of strain into your day. Loads of paperwork and never ending gossip in your workplace. Digging through loads of files and documents finding that one piece of information you needed. Your own thoughts drift off to him. Tech. His honey comb brown eyes. The way he would half smile would turn in a curve full smile. It made you weak in the knees. The way his figure looked in his outfits. His shoulders and arms were a very nice tone of muscle. How were you suppose to not fall for him? It was such impossible concept of separating yourself in this situation. After losing concentration on trying to find the document you needed for work. A loud buzz came from your cell phone. Checking it quickly to see to see if it was him. Your heart starts beating faster, you break into a smile

“Today marks the start of a new opportunity progress for us to be able to make this work. I look forward to seeing you later.”

After rereading Techs message with a smile. you realize you haven’t responded back yet. Unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to mess this up or even scare him off. Taking a deep breath to figure out to say.

“Looking forward to seeing you too Tech.” You quickly put your phone down after hitting send. After a few minutes you back into work mode on your computer. As a couple minutes go by receiving another message from Tech.

“Would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight after work? I am planning on making roasted bantha filet, a classic Mandalorian dish, paired with a side of crispy mashed potatoes and glazed vegetables. Please let me know if you are available and if you have any dietary restrictions or preferences. I look forward seeing you.”

Reading his message brought a smile to your face. He was sweet and sincere asking if you had any restrictions. Seeing him tonight was now the highlight of your day. Looking at the time seeing you get off in 10 minutes. Quickly cleaning up your desk and organizing papers for the next day. You signed off and headed out the building. Pulling out your phone to respond back to him.

“Yes, I can make it. I just got out of work.” After hitting send the excitement hit you that you were going to see him. Walking to your car, you see another message from tech with the address of his place. After sitting down you message back giving him a heads up you’re on your way.

“Drive safe cyar'ika.”

After reading his last message got you confused. You never heard of this word before. What did that mean? Maybe it was a typo or some type of error. Pushing this thought away to focus on the road. Being so impatient to arrive. Driving to Techs place you realized he lived in a nice neighborhood. Once you arrive to his place. You park and sit in your car debating to go up to the door or to text him you’re here. As you battle your unsure thoughts you decide just to go up and knock.

As you get to techs front door. You’re about to knock till Tech opens the door right away. You laugh softly to yourself. Finding it cute how he opened the door before you even got the chance to knock. Tech clears his throat and offers you to come in with his hands. Looking around his place was a nice clean place. You could smell the fresh pine of his home. Giving it right away he just cleaned up his place. Pictures of it seem like his family. A cute photograph of it seems to be a girl with blonde hair and four other guys.

“Those are my brothers and that is my sister.” Tech says interrupting your thoughts.

“She’s very pretty. What’s her name?” You ask looking at him.

“Omega is her name. Her curiosity and empathetic nature have made her an incredible part of our family.” Tech says while he pushes up his goggles.

“She sounds very lovely.” You say following him to the kitchen.

“She is. You will meet her and my brothers as it is part of our agreement.” Tech pulls out a chair for you to sit. Giving him a little thanks. As you sit you look to see where Tech went.

“I am serving us. Do not worry I got it under control.” He says a bit , but you can hear a bit uncertainty. Smiling as you see him struggle a bit plating the food nicely.

“You know I can help you.” Giggling a bit as you watch him. He looks up at you and shakes his head.

“Nonsense. You are my guest. As a host I have to make sure everything is perfect.” He says determined to plate it nicely. You roll your eyes at his determination. Standing up from your chair to walk over to him. The mess of the food cut up into pieces. Tech struggling to plate the mash potatoes neatly. The glaze vegetables still weren’t finished yet. You look at tech and softly chuckle.

“Here let me help. I think we’re both very hungry after work.” You say grabbing the rosemary and thyme. Giving him a soft smile.

Tech looks at you and nods. Giving you a soft smile. “Very well then. I must check on the glazed vegetables.”

Placing the thyme and rosemary on the bantha meat. Tech walks over to the glaze vegetables. Lifting the lid from the pan the steam fogs up his goggles. You laugh as the fog blocks his view. He lifts up his goggles to let the fog pass. He tries not to laugh as he’s a bit embarrassed. You see him without his goggles on making you quiver inside. A perfect view of his eyes. He catches you looking at him for long. Quickly moving your attention to the meat.

“I should’ve known that was going to happen.” He says stirring the glazed vegetables. You chuckle at his response.

“All that matters is the food isn’t burnt.” You say taking a bite of one of the carrots on the cutting board. Tech looks at at you with amusement.

“Right. How was your day?” Tech says playing the glazed vegetables on two plates. It was a bit out of no where that he asked. You smile and sigh.

“Well it could’ve been better. I just had lots of paperwork. I couldn’t find this particular document I needed. So, it was okay.” You say cutting up pieces of the bantha meat.

Tech stares at you as you cut up the bantha meat. He admires your honesty into giving a bit of detail on your workday. He walks over to you. Placing his hands on top of yours to help you cut up pieces of the bantha meat. Your heart flutters as his hand tops your hand. You look up at him seeing his brown eyes behind his goggles looking down at you.

“Am I cutting it wrong?” You ask softly not breaking eye contact with him.

“Uh well yes, however it’s okay. To cut up bantha meat, you first need to properly prepare the meat by removing any excess fat and trimming any tendons. Then, use a large, sharp knife to cut the meat into desired portions, such as steaks, chops, or cubes, depending on your recipe and desired serving size. You can also cut the meat into smaller pieces for tenderizing it.” He info dumps while helping you cut the meat in the correct way. You listen to him but can’t help as to laugh.

“I apologize if I overshared information and overwhelmed you.” He says pulling away and placing the food on the plates.

“It’s okay I really don’t mind. It’s actually really good information to know now! Hey, now I know how to properly cut up bantha meat.” You say giving him a wink while smiling.

Tech just looks at you with a smile and nods. He finished plating the food while walking to the dinner table. Following behind him you take the chair to sit next to him.

“Would you like red wine with your meal?” Tech ask as he walks over to his cabinet

“Actually, I’ll be fine with just water.” Tech nods as he walks to get you a cup of water. Grabbing both water cups he hands your cup. Thanking him as he hands your water. Tech takes a seat next to you.

“The food smells fantastic. You did a great job Tech.” You say taking a bite of your vegetables.

“Of course I did, but I did have your assistance.” He stares at you while taking a small bite of the bantha meat.

Taking a sip of your water and having a nice quiet moment. The silverware hitting the plates as you both dig into your delicious meals. You clear your throat and break the silence.

“Tech, tell me a bit more about your family. What should I know when I meet them.”

Tech eyes widen a bit behind his glasses. Almost forgetting this was not an actual date.

Tech sighs. “My family is not like most families. I have four brothers named Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo, and Hunter. Along with a sister named Omega. Once you meet them you’ll see their own personalities.”

You nod listening to him. Trying to remember all their names. “Okay that’s good to know. Is there anything specific I should remember about them?”

Tech swallows his food before talking. He thinks for a moment pushing up his glasses. “Wrecker enjoys cooking and coming up with new recipe ideas. Hunter and Crosshair enjoy being out in nature. Omega has a great range of games she enjoys playing. While, Echo enjoys communicating with others and attending conventions.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to remember.” You say taking a bite of your food.

“It is not hard. I rather you just be yourself around them.” Tech says glancing at you.

You smile at his response. “I know just wanted to get an idea of them.”

Tech looks back at his food. “Of course. If this is hard for you. I understand.”

“No it’s not. I could handle it.”

Both of you go back to eating your meal. Tech looks at you realizing he hasn’t asked much about you.

Tech gets a bit nervous on what he should. He takes a sip of his drink. Then looks at you. “How are your family like?”

You smile drops at the sudden question. Your eyes scan the room unsure of what to say. Not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I don’t really get along with my family much. It’s sort of complicated.”

Tech sees you’re not making eye contact. He feels a bit guilty for asking such a personal question. Before he could say anything you interrupt.

“I moved out here to be on my own. I talk to my family once in a while. We just aren’t close. People don’t stay in contact nor even want to try to stay connected. So, I came out here to see what opportunities I could find for myself.” You say taking a sip of water.

Tech nods and gives you a soft smile. “I’m glad to hear you took the risk of being on your own. It can be quite a challenge. Life does requires us to take risks even if doesn’t go as planned. That’s the beauty of it.”

You look into techs eyes. As he’s already staring into your eyes. You did not expect to hear this coming from him. The smile that appeared on your face was obvious you were falling for him. The heart flutters in your chest. You swear your pupils could turn into hearts if they could by the way you looked at him. Catching yourself off guard you clear your throat.

“Thank you Tech that was rather well sweet.” You say softly looking at him.

Techs eyes having a bit of a different shade as he’s making eye contact with you. He turns away and looks down at his plate. You could swear he was acting a bit shy. Tech palms were becoming sweaty. His heart beating faster than usual. He was confused on why it was happening.

“Of course. Did you enjoy your meal?” Tech ask still not looking at you. He takes a sip of his drink. Trying not to drop the cup as his palms were sweaty. You chuckle a bit.

“Yes it was delicious. Thank you for inviting me over for dinner.” Grabbing your plate as you stand up. Tech quickly puts his drink down and stands. He grabs his plate and your plate from your hands.

“Here I insist I take the plates. You can stay put.” He says grabbing the plates and quickly placing them in the sink. You sit back down while watching him rinse off the plates. Pulling out your phone you realize the time. It was late and you both had work the next day. Tech sits back down next to you as he notices the time on his watch.

“I should get going. It’s pretty late and I don’t want to keep you up.”

Tech looks down at his watch and nods. “You wouldn’t necessarily be keeping me up. I rather stay up doing work.”

You could imagine him staying up late doing work. His head buried into his technological thinking. It would be hard to distract a busy man like him. Chuckling at his response it made you think he wanted you to stay. Oh I believe that. It sucks I have to work tomorrow.”

Tech slightly frowns and nods. “Oh yes. you should be heading home. I will schedule us another day to discuss more information about our fake relationship.”

Tech walks with you to the car. Comfortable silence between you both. As you both walk you look up at the stars. Tech looks at you wondering why you stopped. His brown eyes gazing upon your face. The way your eyes sparkled looking into the night skies. The wind blowing your hair which made your hair cover a bit of your face. Your fingers pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your soft smile as you were focused on the view. Tech realizes how hard he was staring at you. He looks up at the stars. For once Tech doesn’t say anything as he’s just enjoying the moment with you.

“I had a great time tech. I’ll see you later.” You say as you wave at him. Tech gazes at you as he watches you get inside your car. You felt as if tech needed to say something. You pulled down your passenger window

“Perhaps you could text me once you’re home. As I will know you made it home safely.” Tech says a bit softly as he’s still standing from the sidewalk.

He was thoughtful and that’s one thing you enjoyed about him. “Will do. Goodnight Tech.” You say as you finally drive away.

Tech watches you drive off as he makes sure you drive off first. He walks back inside as his mind is set on you the entire night.

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lemonxdaisybby · 3 months

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Dating Someone with Anxiety

Was mega anxious today at work (even tho I literally work from home in my own safe space) and apparently that inspired me idk. Hope these are okay and againnn sorry for any typos 💕

Ichiban Kasuga:

This guy is sometimes very oblivious, so you would need to let him know if you were struggling. Once he’s aware, he’s an absolute angel.

Going out for food but too anxious to order? He’ll ask you what you want and place the order for you. Out with the rest of the gang? He’ll stick by your side to make sure you’re okay, and will provide comfort/support if needed. Maybe a certain situation or scenario has been playing on your mind, to the point where you are overthinking and stressing big time? Ichi is there to listen and let you talk it out, and also offer advice if needed too.

He’s not big on PDA, and to be honest Nanba and Adachi would roast him so hard if they witnessed any major PDA, but if you were out with the gang he would hold your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze whenever he can feel you beginning to tense or shake.

Yu Nanba:

A lil quiet and anxious himself sometimes, I think. He would be understanding of your anxiety, but also wouldn’t make a huge deal out of it.

Like Ichi, if he noticed you becoming overwhelmed he would secretly grab your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

If he noticed you becoming increasingly overwhelmed or anxious, to the point of an anxiety attack, he would assist by removing you from the situation and taking you to a more secluded spot, whether that be an alleyway, park, or just a emptier spot on the street, away from people.

He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you as you calm down and recollect your thoughts and feelings. He’d also be there to hear you out and offer some advice or reassurance, if you wanted to talk about what triggered you/what was causing the anxiety.

Adachi Koichi:

I think he’d maybe be a tiny bit less sensitive than the others, to be honest.

He’d be the type to try and encourage you to face your triggers, but only if you felt up for it. Adachi would just want to try and be supportive, and would definitely be right beside you when facing your cause of anxiety, just in case you needed him to step in, if you felt overwhelmed. Of course, he would never pressure you in to trying to deal with/challenge your anxiety triggers.

He’s a big guy, so I think he’d definitely use his body to almost shield you in a way, if you felt overwhelmed and wanted to hide for a moment.

If crowds were a cause of anxiety, he would definitely keep a secure hold of your hand/arm when moving through a crowd, keeping you as close as possible.

Saeko Mukoda:

Gals got your back.

Like Adachi, she would sometimes check to see if you’re up for facing your anxiety, or if you need her to chip in and help. For example, if you’re nervous with speaking to people, she’d maybe check to see if you were okay to speak to them directly first, or if you wanted her to maybe speak for you.

She’d be really respectful and wouldn’t overstep at all. Saeko would always ask before acting or speaking on your behalf, if you’re too anxious to do it yourself.

Honestly, she might sometimes lightly tease you if your anxiety causes you to be quite shy, but she would never be mean or belittling. It would more be centred on how cute you are if you’re more shy due to your anxiety, or if your anxiety causes indecisiveness she may make a light hearted joke about you taking forever to make a decision.

If anyone ever dared to tease you for your anxiety in a cruel way or in a way that made you uncomfortable, she would be so mad and would have your back straight away.

If you were wanting to get involved in a conversation with the gang but were maybe too anxious to join in yourself, she would totally get you involved by asking you directly for your opinion, or maybe mentioning a comment you had made previously on the topic, allowing you to speak up and join in if you were feeling up to it.

Seonhee:

Like Adachi, Seonhee is maybe not the most sensitive person around, and won’t always fully understand your anxiety, but she would never belittle you for it or make you feel bad.

She’d probably ask you about your anxiety, why you feel the way you do, what causes it, etc. She’d want to try to understand your anxiety and triggers better.

Very protective and would 100% get mad at someone if they ever made you feel bad for your anxiety behaviours.

If you tend to apologise a lot, she may lightheartedly tell you off. You don’t need to apologise for anything!

Honestly, she’d maybe be a bit lost if you ever had an anxiety attack. In the end, she’d probably just hug you and stroke your hair until your breathing and thoughts have calmed.

Joon-Gi Han:

I feel like he’s definitely someone who has experienced anxiety in the past, and has learned to either overcome it or mask it very well.

Once he catches on to your anxious behaviours, he’d ask you what causes your anxiety, in the hopes that he can look out for you and help you avoid triggering settings/scenarios.

He’s just so protective of you, and would sometimes step in to speak for you or act for you, without asking first. If you feel he’s overstepping, he’d definitely want you to tell him. He’d be very apologetic and would make sure not to do it again. Definitely wants to respect your boundaries, he’s just over protective at times.

Happy to sit in silence with you if you need a quiet moment to collect yourself and your thoughts. He’s not the most talkative at times, so would also be a great listener if you need to just speak about your anxiety or any causes of stress.

Tianyou Zhao:

Another one who would probably lightheartedly tease you for certain small anxiety behaviours, but only if he knows you absolutely won’t take offence.

If your anxiety makes you shy, indecisive, or overly apologetic, he would make small jokes or playful comments, more so to try and diffuse your anxiety or tension.

Would stick close by you when out with friends, and if he notices you becoming overwhelmed he would pull you to one side and check in on you.

If he notices you biting your nails or digging your nails into the palm of your hand, he would simply grab your hand and keep a hold of it.

He would quickly learn what makes you anxious, and would know to keep you away from those triggers. He’s a pretty chill guy, so is happy to go along with whatever makes you comfortable.

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