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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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genre: pwp / domestic-ass smut hehe 💕

pairing: namjoon x reader (ft. no gendered language! bc lots of people get periods!)

summary: your boyfriend suggests a new way to relieve your period cramps.

word count: 4.2k

contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, boyfie joon in a hoodie/glasses/with stubble (yes that's a warning), they use the term 'baby' a lot because it's me writing joon duh, some minor implications that menstruation is gross (from reader) (buuuut they get over it lol), 🩸period sex🩸, nipple play, fingering and clit stim, joon has a monster cock bc of course he does, size kink, bulge kink, he's all up in their cervix, reader has a.... cervical orgasm which might just be an a-spot orgasm my googling was inconclusive whatever none of you care - a good mix of fluff and playful bickering, the ending is soft 🫠

A/N: JOON HOES I HAVE RETURNED FOR YOU 🫡 it's been too long, so please take one of my favorite things i've ever written as my very sincere apology. idk this really just flowed out (no pun intended ksdjhgdfsdf) and i had a lot of fun with it, i heart bodies doing body things yknow. shout-out to my period for being extra bad last month and inspiring this.... it's called MANIFESTING amiright besties 💅✨ i hope y'all enjoy!!!! would love to hear your thoughts if you did 🥺💜

and all the love in the world to @haliiimede for betaing and being my emotional support capricorn, where would i be without you my love

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The hinges of the bedroom door creak softly as it’s pushed open, and you glance up.

You’re where you’ve been for as long as social responsibilities will allow you to hide from the world and futilely attempt an afternoon nap: curled up on your side, knees pressed tight to your chest, gritting your teeth through each fresh round of stabbing pain. It’s worse than usual this month, for no discernible reason, which is stupid.

Namjoon leans against the doorframe, domestic-cozy-cute in the way that usually makes you want to jump him, glasses and a hoodie. He can’t help but smile sympathetically when he notices your arms are wrapped around an emotional support Koya plushie.

“You okay?”

You wince. “Cramps. I’ll be fine.”

There’s a flutter of mattress springs and bed sheets as he sits down at your side. “Is today the worst of it?” You nod. “Did you take your stuff?”

You smush your cheek against the top of Koya’s head, nuzzling into the soft fabric, tactile comfort. “Yes.”

“Extra-strength?”

“Yes, Joon,” you snap. “I’ve been having periods since I was twelve, I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay, baby.”

You feel guilty as soon as the exasperation-tinged words leave your mouth. “Sorry. I’m being an ass. Just… fucking hurts.”

He tries again. “Heating pad?”

“Worked for a bit, but I got too hot.” Your feet kick frustratedly under the blankets. “I’m ready for winter.”

Namjoon laughs at this. “Does that mean too hot for some company?”

The corners of your pouted mouth just barely start to pull up as you pretend to think it over. “…No.”

“Okay then.” He pushes back the sheets to slide in next to you, removing his glasses and reaching over to deposit them on the nightstand. He smells good, clean laundry and woody cologne. You don’t fight him when he moves to gently pry Koya out of your hands.

“Get out of here,” he murmurs, and you laugh in surprise when he unceremoniously flings the plushie across the room.

“Hey!”

“We don’t need him,” Namjoon says with a smug smile as he adjusts the blankets so he can settle in behind you.

Just the presence of him pressing into your back, big and solid and familiar, makes you start to unwind. His hand slips under your oversized t-shirt to rest on your low belly, fingertips dipping beneath the band of your underwear to gently trace over your skin. The warmth is nice— you feel yourself melt a little under his touch.

“You know what’s good for cramps?” He asks softly. You hum a response, prompting him to continue, and he does. “Orgasms.”

With a sigh, you turn your head to press your face into the pillow. “Vibrator’s dead.”

“Do you want me to plug it in?”

You make a sound that isn’t a clear yes or no, debating internally, then finally answer. “Don’t leave.”

He doesn’t. “What can I do then?”

The answer is immediate, paired with a dry laugh. “You can put me out of my misery.”

Namjoon shakes his head, tuts a little. “Can’t do that. But maybe I can help another way.”

The hand on your stomach slowly starts to slide further up, over your waist and rib cage, coming to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a tentative squeeze. “Sore?”

You shrug. “A little.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

His thumb starts to move, tracing slow, lazy circles over your nipple, coaxing the soft bud to a peak.

You let your eyes flutter closed and allow this sensation to overtake the others, enough to pull an appreciative noise out of you. “Nnh— feels good.” Your voice comes out nearly a whisper.

“Good.”

He wiggles his hips a little in response, and you can’t help but laugh when you feel something firm press against your ass. “How are you hard right now?”

“I don’t understand the question.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling, and you shift to turn onto your back so you can see him properly. It doesn’t hurt that it also gives him a better angle to play with both of your breasts— a second hand quickly finds its way up your shirt. “Everything turns you on.”

Namjoon shrugs, unbothered. “With you, yeah.”

“But…” You shift your legs vaguely under the sheets, knowing he’ll understand what you mean. “It’s gross.”

“How?”

The feeling of his fingers gently flicking over both of your nipples simultaneously makes your brain lag. “Uh— dirty.”

“Not true.”

Your eyes flutter shut again as you try to keep up with the conversation despite the heat of arousal that’s starting to swell in your gut, and lower. “Okay, messy.”

“All sex is messy,” Namjoon says, like it’s a given.

You huff a noise of frustration, glancing over at him. “Stop being obtuse. It’s different.”

“I’m not,” he insists. “It just sounds like you have some unnecessary shame. It’s a natural thing.”

“Natural,” you deadpan back. “You’re a hippie.”

He smiles. “Maybe.”

The admission is paired with a light pinch to your nipples, and you inhale sharply, biting back a whimper. “A freak.”

His laugh is soft and deep. “Sure. Have you fucked on your period before? I know we haven’t, but— ever?” You shake your head into the pillow. “Might feel good. They say it helps.”

You scoff at this. “Yeah, I bet ‘they’ all have dicks.”

“We don’t have to.”

Namjoon pauses, as if waiting for you to make a decision. You can’t ignore the way his hands on your tits have worked up a steady pulse between your legs.

“…You’ve done it before?” You squeeze your thighs together as you ask the question.

He shrugs. “Yeah.”

“And it wasn’t gross?”

“No, baby. It’s just a—”

“Do not say fluid,” you interrupt with a grimace.

He quirks an eyebrow. “An output.”

“Actually, I think that’s worse.”

A smile blooms on his face, dimples popping, his hands jiggling your breasts. Playful. “It’s free lube.”

You laugh despite yourself. “We’ll mess up the sheets.”

“We’ll put down a towel,” he corrects. “And if we do, I’ll wash them.”

You pause for a moment, considering. “Promise?” There are few things more torturous than the idea of doing laundry on your period.

“Yes, baby,” Namjoon assures you, his gaze roaming over your face. “But I don’t wanna force you. If you feel that bad, let’s just watch a movie.”

You narrow your eyes at him, unable to hide your smile. “Nuh-uh.” You scoot a little closer, rolling in to hitch a leg over him, your socked foot teasing up the back of his calf. “You played with my tits too much. No turning back now.”

The answer makes him cocky, his tongue briefly toying at the corner of his mouth when he smirks. “I’m not scared.” His voice is deeper, darkened by lust, enough to send a shiver through you.

You tilt your jaw up towards his mouth. “Kiss me.”

His lips are soft and warm when they press to yours, and you tip onto your back again, his knees and forearms sinking into the mattress as he follows to cover your body with his.

Your palms slip under his hoodie to slide up over the smooth, defined muscles of his stomach, the broad expanse of his chest. His tongue flutters over your lower lip, and your hands trace back down to the hem, bunching the thick fabric up in your fists.

“Take this off.”

Namjoon smiles against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, his hands still pawing under your shirt. “Bossy today.”

You tug at his hoodie again for emphasis, earning a pinch to your nipples in response. “You like it.”

“I do.”

“Off.”

He sits up on his knees, untangling himself from under your shirt to strip, and you do the same. You can see the imprint of his dick already straining against the thin fabric of his joggers, and you reach up to slip your fingers under the waistband, running your palm down the length of him over his briefs. There’s a new kind of ache in your core now.

“These too.”

He laughs a little. “Okay, baby. And do you wanna—”

You follow his gaze to stare down at your own sweatpants. “Yeah, let me just. Bathroom.”

Namjoon leans forward, so his mouth ghosts over yours when you sit up. “I’ll get the towels.” He sucks gently on your bottom lip when he kisses you. It’s enough to leave you breathless.

You do your best not to overthink it as you slip into the bathroom and go through the motions. Sweatpants off, underwear too, pad discarded, attempt to clean up a little. You move fast, trying not to leak. The blankets are pushed to the foot of the bed when you return to the bedroom, brown towels laid over the sheets, even a box of tissues on the nightstand.

Namjoon has kicked off his pants and underwear, one hand lazily pumping himself as he turns to face you, muscles in his forearm shifting from the motion.

You lick your lips appreciatively. His cock is flushed dark, hard, already wet at the tip. The thought of him dripping precum just from setting out towels and tissues makes you giggle a little as you climb into bed— a Virgo through and through.

The mattress shifts as he crawls over you, letting go of himself to trace a slow hand up your thigh, over your hip, to finally settle at your waist. “Still okay?”

You nod and pull him down.

He kisses you more fervently this time, and you tilt your head to lick into his mouth, your breath edged with a moan when your tongues pass over each other. You run your hands along his back, nails scratching gently, as his lips move to brush against your jaw, then nibble at your ear.

“How do you want it, baby?” Namjoon’s voice goes straight to your cunt, thick and dripping like honey.

Your mind swims as you try to answer the question, and you instinctively bring your knees to your chest, not unlike the way you were curled up in bed earlier. You pull them apart a little, spreading yourself for him, nowhere to hide. Heat blooms in your face as his eyes trace your body down to your pussy, and he hums softly.

You suck in a breath at the barely-there brush of contact, his slender fingers tracing over your folds. “Is it bad?”

“It’s perfect. It’s you.” You bite down on your lip, not quite willing to believe it’s that simple. “Can I touch you?” You nod again. He groans a little in the back of his throat when he presses in. “Fuckin’ wet.”

“Joon,” you gasp. Your cunt flutters around his finger, tender, as if to suck him further in. He adds a second, sliding easily, and you can feel the way he curls inside to pet long strokes over the ridges of your front wall, made supple from sensitivity. The pleasure sends a shower of sparks through you, and your spine arches. You squeeze your eyes shut as they roll back in your skull.

“This okay?”

You reach up to dig your fingernails into his arms, his biceps flexing under your touch. “’Sgood, baby. More.”

“More fingers?”

You shake your head, eyes flickering open to meet his. “Cock.”

It’s both dirty and domestic, doing it in broad daylight, the bedroom drenched in mid-afternoon sun that pours between the cracked window blinds. No shadows to disguise it, no questioning the color painted over Namjoon’s fingers when he withdraws, dark red.

Your discomfort feels like an afterthought compared to how badly you want him now. He pauses to wipe the excess off on the towel beneath you, free hand guiding the still-slick tip of his cock to brush over your folds, teasing.

You can’t help but whimper. “Baby.”

With a soft grunt, he does it again, more purposefully now— the whole of this thick cock grinding over your slit, both of you smeared messy with arousal and flushed warm from blood-flow.

You press yourself up on your forearms in time to see him wrap his hand around the base and slide it in. He pushes slow, but you’re wet enough that he can slip right to the hilt without resistance, and your jaw goes slack as you watch all of him disappear up inside you.

“Ah, Joon—” you hiss a little as he bottoms all the way out, fucks in until there’s no space left between you.

He stills his hips, eyes flitting up to find yours. “Hurts?”

You shake your head and whine softly. The stretch was easier than normal, actually. “Just, nnh— full.” Letting your head drop back on the pillow, you breathe a laugh. “You’re fucking big.”

He’s nearly wincing. “You’re swollen, baby. Makes it feel like more.”

The pressure of being filled blooms thick, indulgent, a sensation you can feel all the way down to the soles of your feet, every inch of you plugged up with his cock. You lick your lips and try to speak.

“Can you move?”

Namjoon flashes a dimpled smile, suddenly shy. “Hang on.” He scrunches his nose a little, eyes rolling up briefly to fix at a spot on the wall behind you. You can hear the strain in his voice. “Trying not to come.”

Your eyes go wide. “Really? Are you a teenager?!”

He huffs an indignant laugh, face flushing. “It’s like a fucking flood down there! And you’re extra tight… So damn, give me a second.”

Giggling a little, you reach up to loop your arms around his shoulders, fingernails lazily scratching at the nape of his neck, combing through his dark hair that’s gotten so long. He exhales a slow stream of air as he closes his eyes for a moment, then blinks them open again with a smile.

“Okay. You okay?”

You hum. “The pressure is… it’s good. Think it’s helping.” Your cramps have started to subside, or at least you’re not focused on them.

“It’s not too much, all the way in like this?” He circles his hips experimentally, which makes the head of his cock press firmly against your cervix.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and you feel him reflexively start to pull out, paired with a concerned look flashed over his face. You smack a hand to his lower back to stop him, to hold him still.

“Please, Joonie, don’t— it felt good. Just, ah, keep doing that.”

“You squeezed me so hard. Thought I hurt you.” He rolls his hips again and you both groan softly. “Shit, baby, look down.” Namjoon’s voice is slightly hoarse.

You tilt your head up to see an unmistakable bulge in your lower abdomen that shifts as he ruts his hips into you again. You gasp at the rush of pleasure and the visual of his cock so deep inside you.

“You like that?” You swallow hard and nod at his question, whimpering as he brings one hand up to gently press down around his girth. A mixture of pleasure and relief floods through you, and you moan. “Like it when I’m in your stomach, baby?”

Your head drops back against the pillow. “Fuck” is the only answer you can give as he keeps moving his hips.

It takes you by surprise when you feel the brush of his lips over yours, and you tilt up to deepen the kiss instinctively. “So damn sexy,” he murmurs into your mouth. For a minute, you let the rest go, and allow yourself to believe him.

Namjoon falls into a consistent rhythm, cock grinding into your cervix so steadily that it makes it impossible for you to bite back your moans. He keeps one hand splayed over your stomach to meet himself there, and your cunt squeezed in between feels liable to overflow, on the verge of splitting open.

“Nnh, shit, Joon, that feels so good.” It’s like he’s pressing up on your lungs now— you can hardly breathe, dizzy with pleasure.

Fucking is somehow more intimate this way, taking him as deep as you can go and keeping him there, his shallow flutter-thrusts rocking slow and heavy for your shared sensitivity. Trading lazy kisses and stilted breaths and pretty sounds into each other’s open mouths. The press of his broad hands into your skin and the towel-guarded mattress, the wet squish of your folds on the base of his cock.

“God,” Namjoon groans, breath ghosting over your lips. “This perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

Without warning— or maybe in response— your walls start to pulse, and then the dam of steadily built-up pleasure bursts, a rush so intense that you can only gasp and dig your nails into Namjoon’s shoulders. “Joon, Joon—” You clarify when his brow creases with concern: “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You think you might die if he does.

He keeps going, barely-there strokes that rub the thick head of his cock into you over and over, and you cry out as you come fully undone.

A strange new feeling lights you up like a live wire, warmth radiating through your body as contractions squeeze your pussy so tight you swear you see stars when you close your eyes.

Namjoon curses under his breath, your whole body shaking beneath him as he works this surprise orgasm all the way out of you, until your thighs reflexively pull together and he stills his motions again.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, turning your head to press your cheek into the pillow. You slowly start to come down through the aftershocks, a lingering buzz glittering in your fingertips from the weight of his cock still crammed up inside you.

Namjoon’s large hands pet up the backs of your thighs, trailing soft heat. “You good, baby? That was crazy.”

“I-I just—” You exhale in an attempt to catch your breath, and it turns into a laugh as your eyes flicker open. “I didn’t know I could come from that. Fuck.”

He cracks a smile. “Sensitive. How’s it feel?” He leans forward to seek a kiss and you return it, nuzzling along the line of his jaw once you break apart. His stubble drags against your cheek, not unpleasant, and you shiver a little.

“I don’t know, I just had a crazy fucking… cervix orgasm,” you tease. “I’d say it’s pretty good.”

“Just don’t want it to hurt.”

“It doesn’t,” you murmur into his mouth. “So fuck me?”

You both moan when Namjoon begins to properly move, thrusting slow and deep-deep, your pussy clinging tight to him on the upstroke. You’re wet enough to gush when he fucks back in— just the sound of it makes your head spin. Your clit aches, so worked up untouched that it’s starting to throb.

“Baby,” you whine. “Touch me. Wanna come again. Please.”

He hums a soft noise of surprise, eyebrows raising, hips worked up to a steady rhythm now. “Already?” His lips press to yours again, and a sly smile spreads across them as he pulls back. “Needy.”

You huff a laugh, leaning up for another kiss, insatiable. “I said please.”

Namjoon earns a whimper out of you this time when his tongue swipes into your mouth, and he’s a little breathless when he breaks away. “I like you needy. I’ll keep you in this bed all day, if that’s what you want.”

“I—nnh—” you lose the thread of mid-sex conversation entirely as he shifts to free one hand and bring the pad of his thumb to your clit, flicking down firmly at a pace to match his strokes. “Fuck, Joon.”

Your hands grasp at the pillow beneath your head, fingers sinking in to grip desperate. He’s pounding heavy into your g-spot now, your legs spread wide and back arched up to take it.

It’s so good, it’s overwhelming, warm glow all the way through you. Arousal drips from your cunt to make the squelch of his strokes even messier. His hips are unrelenting, and your thighs start to shake from the pleasure, amplified with every pass of his thumb over your clit.

“Just—” You can barely speak, have to gasp for air after the first word, “—just like that.”

“Baby,” Namjoon’s voice comes out hoarse, in the way it does when he’s close, too. The bed creaks from the weight of his strokes. “So damn tight, so soft, can you feel it?”

A whine and a nod are all you can manage. You can feel him everywhere, down to the details, the fat veins that run the length of his cock molded to your walls, pulsing velvet heat. Your cunt melts lush around him, wet and raw as he fucks you apart. He rubs you in time to bring you over the edge again, and you’re helpless to it, can only let out a strangled sob of a noise as you tense up and come hard.

Namjoon’s thumb keeps circling, hips keep rocking, working you through it and groaning low in his throat for the way your cunt clenches up around him. Your nails dig into the pillow as you shudder and gasp.

“That’s it, shit, baby. Tight little pussy, gonna make me come too, fuck.”

With a grunt of effort, he pulls out, one hand reaching down to stroke his cock as he comes, thick ropes of his release painting your stomach in milky gloss. Your cunt pulses around nothing, hot pleasure aftermath, twitching sensitive.

Fucked to oblivion, you collapse against the mattress, feeling spent and heavy-all-over. Your head is still spinning, enough that you’re only distantly aware of the way Namjoon’s ragged breathing softens at the edges and starts to dissolve into gentle laughter.

Your eyes blink open to see him leaning over you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“Good thing I grabbed these,” he remarks as he lifts up his red-stained palm.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight. “Oh my god, Joon.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up enough for a dimple to wink back at you as he goes through a couple tissues to clean himself up. “Relax, baby. It really doesn’t bother me.” He pulls a few more loose from the box to deal with the mess on your stomach. “Just wanna point out that you don’t mind when I come on you.”

You huff. Smart-ass. “It’s different.”

“Is it?” He challenges. “It’s just bodies being bodies. Byproducts of the human condition.”

You can’t quite hide your smile. “You’re a poet.”

“Maybe.” His clean hand smacks playfully against your thigh, jiggling the soft skin there. “Shower time.”

The whine that escapes you sounds pathetic, even to you. Movement of any kind feels impossible. “I won’t make it.”

“Come on.” You yelp and grab to wrap the towel beneath you over your waist as Namjoon scoops you up in an effortless bridal carry and heads for the bathroom. He turns the shower on with his foot as you cling to him for dear life, but he somehow manages not to drop you.

When he deposits you onto still-shaky legs, you let the towel drop to the bathroom floor. The water is scalding when you step into the shower, the way you both like it. Crowding you under the spray, he reaches for the washcloth and squirts a liberal amount of body wash into the fabric, infusing the steam with eucalyptus and mint. It feels like you can breathe a little deeper.

One large hand comes to your hip under the water as he works up a lather. “Turn around.”

You can feel the staining at the crux of your thighs, dry and sticky, as you shift unsurely in place. “Nnh,” you pout. “Can I rinse first?”

“Nope. Tryna take care of you, so let me.”

Scrunching your nose for dramatic effect, you turn for him. When the washcloth passes over your skin, his touch is so gentle, so immediately overwhelming, that emotion bubbles up before you can stop it. There’s nothing you can do to hide the way your shoulders start to shake as tears spill down your face.

It takes a second, and then you feel his motions slowly come to a stop. “Baby?”

You shake your head, embarrassed, bringing your arm up to wipe at your nose. “‘m fine. Emotional. Ignore me.”

“I can’t do that.” He rights himself, and the fingertips of his free hand trace the line of your jaw, encouraging your gaze to meet his. “Talk to me, please.”

Another fat droplet slides down your cheek, and his thumb catches it. You inhale, trying to catch your breath, and your chest shudders. “It just. Feels like too much, sometimes. Like I don’t deserve it.” You gesture broadly. “Everything, you. I don’t know.”

Namjoon frowns a little as he momentarily drapes the washcloth over the edge of the tub. “C’mon, don’t think like that.”

When he pulls you in, you allow yourself to sink into the embrace, tears flowing freely as his strong arms press you close. You know he’ll let you ride it out, the same way you do with him.

His lips brush over your hairline. “You’re good to me, wanna be good back,” he explains, voice low. “That’s all.”

Your cheek rubs against the hard plane of his chest as you nod.

“You’re so good to me, Joon. Too good.”

“Nah.” You don’t even have to look up to know he’s smiling— you can hear it in his voice. “You’re easy to love.”

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

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kisakis-boyfriend · 5 months

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Idk if it's fit the theme but m reader x fremi? Where's fremi moved in reader's place and he experienced winter for the first time? Like he's used to the depth of the sea and now all he sees are snows, wanna take him to watch movies but his focus are always landed on the snows so I offer him to play w the snow mybe make a snowman:0

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, fluff, teasing, shoving snow under someone's clothes

Genre/Format: Fluff; Scenarios

The first time that the diver experienced heavy snowfall was rather cute. Freminet's rosy cheeks peeked from underneath his scarf as he tipped his head up, staring at the descending snowflakes in awe

It was like he couldn't even hear you; lost in the moment entirely. You stood just a few steps ahead, staring at your partner — the angel that he was as he became gradually covered in powdery snow. Freminet's eyes blinked slowly and his hands opened up, palms facing the sky while the cold flurries kissed his skin, melting after a second on the warm surface

“We're gonna be late, babe. Your siblings are going to wonder where we've been if we don't leave like right now.” You half shouted to your partner who was standing in the middle of your front yard, kicking around a chunk of icy snow

When you turned around to hurry him along again, he was muttering under his breath. Something about playing in the snow? It was hard to hear him, soft-spoken as he is, but especially so under multiple layers of clothing

Upon further questioning, you were able to get him to confess his thoughts. Freminet really wanted to experience all of those fun activities you mentioned before, when you talked about the snow and your childhood. “We'll have a snow day tomorrow, Frem. I'll clear our schedules and we can do whatever you want, promise.” You offered, though the sad expression on your partner's face caused you to cave rather quickly...

“Hmm...I think this one needs to be bigger.” Freminet said, eyeballing the ball of snow that would serve as the base of your snowman. He does have a point... As of right now, the torso is far larger than the bottom snowball. If you leave him like this he'd probably collapse and become a snow-pile-man...

Using both of your arms, you scooped up a pile of snow, carrying it over to your snowman base and packing it in together. “Much better!” You said in unison, giving each other a confident nod

Freminet has the honor of decorating the head. Using some pretty rocks and seashells to create a smile and purple eyes out of two gorgeous shells, and of course using a large carrot as the nose! It was also Freminet's idea to gift the snowy fellow a cozy scarf and one of Lyney's old top hats; giving the snowman quite a dapper appearance

While he was focused on carefully embedding the items in the snowman's head, you subtly grabbed a small handful of snow and snuck up behind your partner–

“Waaahh!!” Freminet screamed, jumping a bit when the icy substance came into contact with the small of his back. “H-hey! Why did y-you–?”

You laughed so hard that your sides began to ache, bending forward and grasping at your ribs. Freminet wasn't entirely amused, whining and jokingly calling you a ‘mean boyfriend’ 🥺

“Sorry, love. I just wanted to see your reactions,” you said between laughs, “you're too cute when you get flustered like that!”

Flustered?! Him?!

Freminet froze — feeling uncomfortably warm despite the freezing temperature outside

“Aw, there's those pretty red cheeks that I love so much!” Freminet's hands immediately flew to his face, covering his freckled (and apparently beet red!!) cheeks and turning on his heel swiftly

“You're so mean...” He whined under his breath, yet smiling when he felt familiar arms wrap around his torso, pulling him into a tight hug

#my writing #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #freminet #freminet fluff #freminet x reader #freminet x male reader #fluffy #scenario #winter specials ❄️#requested #genshin x male reader #genshin x you #freminet x you

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sparklingsin · 1 year

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Thinking about Steve sneaking over to your place in the middle of the night bc he just needs to kiss you 🥺

afterglow

— steve x gn!reader | blurb, fluff, suggestive themes | this is ...something sgshhd but ty for sending this in, bb! leave it upto me to turn something cute into something low-key smutty

The midnight moon is high outside your bedroom window; a slight breeze lifting the curtain every now and then. Your eyes flutter briefly, feeling heavy with sleep.

To your absolute horror, a hand sticks out over your window sill just then, and your body freezes, chill seeping into your bones.

You wait, unable to move, as the hand pulls up a body behind it, the silhouette of a large man leaping right into your room and you try to scream, but the sound dies in your throat.

"Baby— ," Steve's unmistakable voice cuts through the air and your react fast, sending a pillow through the air at him.

"Steve Harrington, you gave me a fucking heart attack!" you shout in a heated whisper, as Steve's soft oomph sounds from his shadowed silhouette. Only then does he turn towards you, the moonlight dousing his profile in a harsh white; his fluffy hair sticks out in all directions, a bomber jacket is carelessly thrown over his night clothes and he looks downright cuddlable.

You flick the lampshade on.

"There you are," Steve whispers, throwing himself on your bed and pulling himself upto where you're resting under the warm blankets.

"It's past midnight, Steve," you blink, disbelieving. Now that you've got the heart attack out of the way, you can't quite believe your boyfriend's in your room at half past one.

"Sorry I scared ya," he coos, pulling you into his arms and squeezing you in a brone-crushing hug.

"But— how— wh—huh?" you mumble, as he presses a kiss to your cheek and buries his face in your neck.

"I was missing you," he murmurs into your skin, and although you're still shocked, you soften at the desperation in his rasp.

"You were thinking of me so late?" you ask suggestively, smiling into his hair and press a kiss into the volume.

"Yeah, I missed you and I really wanted to kiss you," he says, nonchalant, looking up and pressing his lips to yours. It's tender and gentle— Steve's always tender and gentle at first— yet full of want, and his tongue glides over your lips as you melt into his arms.

"Missed me and wanted to kiss me," you murmur against his lips, when you break for air.

"Quite the poet, aren't ya?"

Steve pouts and you stifle a chuckle.

"Quit bullying. I drove all the way from home in the dead of the night for you," he muses, pecking the corner of your lower lip.

"Because you wanted to kiss me. It was purely for selfish reasons," you retort, trying to hide the smile twitching at your lips.

Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Oh?" He seems to ask and you wait for him to say something quippy.

Steve seems to, however, have other plans.

"So when I do this," he begins, pushing you further into the bed with his body and attaching his lips to your neck, "—it's for selfish reasons."

There's a rush in his movements, a sudden surge that makes heat flash across your body. Like he'd come here with a purpose.

Maybe he had.

"And when I do this," he trails his lips upwards, up the curve your neck, his hands gliding down your sides— pads of his thumbs pushing up the hem of your t-shirt, so that your breath hitches in your throat, "—I do it only for me."

Steve sucks at the soft spot behind your ear and your eyes flutter shut, a soft groan escaping your lips.

"Steve," you whisper despite yourself, hands curling around his hair.

Steve moves, shifting downwards again, "And when I do this," he quips in a throaty whisper, dragging the blanket off of you. There's a drowning heat in his eyes and suddenly, the chilly, crisp winter air is aflame all around you.

"—I do it for me?" he whispers innocently, breath hot and fanning over your suddenly aching core. His eyes are dark in the amber glow of your room and you can't, for the life of you, think of an appropriate reply.

It's hours later, that you find the answer to his question; he's lying beside you with pink, swollen lips and messy hair, a proud, satisfactory smile stretched across his pretty face that only widens when your aching, blissed out body clings to his.

It definitely was only for him.

#what is this honeY #sorry it was bad im trynna crawl my way out of a writer's block #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harringtin x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #mywriting #emma tag εїз

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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CHUBBY CHASER USHIJIMA PLEASE SUNNY I CAN'T. He sees you out in public and approaches you with his serious face and intimidating frame just to say "you are very beautiful" and offer to pay for whatever it is you're buying. Or if you're friends and mention your ex not being able to pick you up he's like "it would be very easy for me to lift you. Would you like me to?" and he just carries you around for a while until you stop being flustered and ask for him to put you down. He tries not to be pervy about it because he's a respectable young man but he really does go crazy for thigh highs. He daydreams about kissing the tops of them where your thighs pudge up from the band and feeling them press against his ears while he makes you squeal with his tongue. Your tummy is his favorite thing though, he'll stand behind you while you're doing stuff and just rest his hands on your cute tummy and knead it like a cat. Or use it as a pillow while you snuggle and lazily place kisses on it. Wahhh :((( -rosie

NAURRRR NONONO IM CREAMINGGGG 😭 you got me out here thinkin things and writin things :(

CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of body insecurities, male masturbation, smut, this got way too long im sorry sksksk

Omg b-but friend Ushijima 🥺 yall have known each other since high school when you were a manager for his volleyball team. He's always been blunt, telling you that your hair looks nice today or that you look very pretty in that dress, but you always brush it off bc that's just Wakatoshi! He's just bein nice, he's always such a gentleman :) you don't put much thought into his compliments bc he's your friend and you don't wanna ruin that. Besides, what would a big pro volleyball player like him want with a big gal like yourself? Regardless, you like Wakatoshi as a friend, you don't wanna ruin anything but trying to pursue a romantic relationship.

So you stay friends in college, hanging out when your schedules match, usually just chilling at your apartment. You play games or just watch tv, and you're so comfortable around him that you just wear whatever and don't think about the consequences bc it's just Ushi!! It's just your buddy, it's not weird if you walk around without a bra or underwear, wearing a tank top and itty bitty shorts in summer and thigh highs and big sweaters in the winter. You're just dressing comfy, aint nothin else to it

Oh. If only you knew. If only you knew how Ushijima felt and what those skimpy little casual outfits did to him :( he's a gentleman through and through, he was taught to respect women, but god does he wish he could be disrespectful with you :( sees you in the summer, watches your tits bounce as you walk, your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts, lewdly sucking a popsicle, not knowing how sexy you look :( then in winter when you where those goddamn thigh highs, the ones that look so soft and inviting, the ones he wants to slip his fingers under as he watches tv with you :( he has to put a pillow on his lap to hide his boner during those cold months :( oh god, but it's even worse when you steal his sweatshirts or hoodies and wear em, your chubby body still so tiny compared to his hulking frame, making you drown in the fabric. You look so cute and innocent, the sleeves falling past your hands, the hem of it stopping mid thigh, giving him the tiniest peek of your squished thighs in those pretty socks. He cant help but imagine you on your back, his old hoodie tucked over your breasts as he bucks into you, soft body jiggling with each thrust :( He may not be able to control himself, may have to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off real quick so he doesn't do something wrong and push your boundaries :(

Oh no, but what if it all comes to a head when you break up with your boyfriend :( Ushi comes over to comfort you and listen to you rant about how awful he was and how he never put your feelings first and he couldn't even lift you up—

"I could lift you up. It would be very easy for me. Would you like me to show you?"

And you're nervous and try to dissuade him but he's already standing and helping you up from the couch and suddenly he's scooping you up in his arms and carrying you like a princess 🥺 he's not even breaking a sweat, he's not straining or shaking at all, you're like a bag of feathers to him 🥺 oh god but now you can't stop thinkin bout how big and strong he is and how he's always so nice to you and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second :( gotta tell him to let you down quick or else you'll start moaning :(

It's not long after that when Ushijima asks you out and you're too infatuated with him to say no :( he treats you so much better than your ex, taking you to your favorite places, always putting your needs first, never pushing your boundaries :( such a gentleman, you just wanna thank him for always bein so sweet and takin care of you :( maybe it starts with just kisses but it quickly turns into heated makeout sessions and dry humping and shoving your hands down each other's pants to get each other off :( but he never pushes you to do anything you don't want. This relationship goes at your pace, the last thing he wants to do is rush you

Buuuut... you've never really considered yourself the patient type 👉👈 so you may go a bit fast and get him into bed as soo as possible and dear god, is he hung like a horse 💦 so long and thick, you didn't think you'd ever see such a big cock in real life. Wasn't this stuff reserved for porn and unrealistic dildos?? You're anxious to be filled but what if it's too big?? What if you can't even get the head in?? What if Ushijima is unsatisfied with you and leaves—

But all those worrisome thoughts leave your pretty head once he goes down on you, his head hidden under your skirt, hands squeezing at your sock covered thighs. He makes you cum twice on his tongue before he introduces his fingers, those thick digits scissoring inside you, helping your muscles expand and relax. You've soaked the sheets by the time he's done, and he hasn't even put his cock in you yet :( even with all that prepping, he still has to bully his cock inside, thumbing your clit to try and get you to relax so you stop squeezin him so hard, if you don't let up he's gonna cum with just a few thrusts :(

It takes some work but he finally gets his whole cock inside you 💦 he's so gentle, going slow, giving these long strokes, making sure you're ok :( god, you just want him to ruin you already!! You want him to fuck you like he means it!! You beg him sweetly to go faster, harder, you're a big girl you can take it, cmon 'toshi just let go and let me make you feel good 💕 you're such a vixen but he doesn't give in, keeping the same steady pace until you cum on his cock, forcing him over the edge as well.

And there's soooo much cum 😭 it can't even fit inside, spilling out as he's cumming. As he cleans you up, you wonder if it would stay inside better if your hips were tilted up... maybe with your legs back? A mating press perhaps?? Thoughts swirl through your head but it'll all have to wait till next time bc once Toshi has cleaned the two of you up and gets back in bed with you, he's out like a light sksksks

#ask #smut #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #chubby reader #fem reader #chubby fem reader #hi yes i got carried away my bad 🧍‍♀️#rosie 🥀#☀️ asks

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parkerpeter24 · 4 months

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HI BESTIE HERE FOR THE WINTER BLURBS 👽

[ 8 ] - “i'm actually allergic to holiday cheer.” from list 5! w/ peter! this one gives strong grumpy x sunshine vibes 🫶

this is sweet 🥺

pairing: mcu!peter x reader.

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“maybe we should start with the grinch and then we work our way up to movies like home alone?” peter questioned, tilting his head to look down at his girlfriend who was cuddled up to him on the couch, a warm blanket wrapped over the two of you.

you just hummed absentmindedly, “whatever you want.”

“i mean we can go chronologically as well.”

you shrugged, “whatever.”

“we can watch frozen too!” he smiled.

“anything for you.”

peter sighed, “y/n, you’re killing the christmas spirit.”

you chuckled, finally opening your eyes and looking up at his soft, brown ones and his pouty face. you placed a thumb and index finger on either side of his lips and gently pulled to make a smile, watching him roll his eyes at you, “i’m just saying that we can watch anything you want, baby.”

“but do you want it as well?” he raised his brows in question.

“i don’t care.” you shrugged yet again, making peter pout more.

your boyfriend shook his head gently, “you hate christmas.”

“i don’t hate christmas-”

“you called my eggnog bad. you said it tasted like plain raw eggs?” he gave you a confused look, “i followed a proper recipe, you know?”

“i didn’t insult your eggnog. i just… don’t like the drink very much.” you tried to reason with him as he shuffled through movies to watch on the tv.

“so you do hate christmas.”

you tried but failed to stop the chuckle that left your mouth, “peter, i don’t hate it.”

“what about going to watch a christmas lights show?”

“too cold outside.” you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, finding warmth in the crook of his neck.

“just wear your coat.” he suggested, running his fingers through your hair.

“why do you insist on doing things when we can just cuddle the winter away.” you heard peter groan and giggled.

“it’s like you’re allergic to the holidays.” he complained, pressing play on the most christmassy movie he could find on netflix.

“i’m actually allergic to holiday cheer.” you mumbled against his neck.

peter hummed in agreement, holding onto you as your cold feet brushed against his. he shivered but didn’t pull back his legs, “that’s a fact.”

“the only thing i like about winters is how warm you are.”

“awwh.” peter wrapped his arms around your back and shifted the two of you so you were laying on top of him, your head rested on his chest so that the television was in clear sight for you, “now watch christmas movies with me.”

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nanawritesit · 6 months

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Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

#mx wonho #wonho fanfic #wonho fluff #wonho imagine #wonho scenarios #wonho x reader #lee hoseok #lee hoseok x reader

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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qué voy a hacer con mi amor

comfort with ari🥺

Hold Me

pairing: boyfriend!Ari Levinson x reader

concept: Hold me like you can’t let go.

word count: 900

warnings: Soft Ari, poetic fluff, poetic kisses, You just want to snuggle with him during the cold days

a/n: @treatbuckywkisses I'm always in awe with all of your moodboards and thank you for making this one of my husband. I absolutely adore you.

This is for my entry for @jadedvibes Falling in Love Writing Challenge. Adore you!

Beta by the lovely @writing-for-marvel

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Hold me like you can’t let go.

There are flutters of color in the air, ranging from the brightest crimson to the deepest earth tone. Savoring this moment in slow motion, he watches the petals fall from the branches. He can savor this for as long as he wants as though nature had done it for him.

The end of summer is shrouds in golden hues and golden dreams.

Autumn is the year's crowning achievement, its fruit, and the lilting melody of love. She is a hug for chillier days and a love letter for winter, warming hearts as the seasons turn.

Now, you rule as queen.

You've got the season's most gorgeous ensemble on, with a plaid skirt, white sweater, white tights, and knee high boots.

A single leaf falls from the tree as a tribute to his queen. A way to every corner of the globe for the deserving. Ari thought you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

Since you always present yourself with such poise, it is easy to tell that you are a good person at heart. To put it plainly, you are flawless. You are always one to appreciate the little things in life, and now you can do so while basking in the fall weather and hearing the world around you speak to you through its changing colors and sounds.

The wind carries your laughter and grin as you close your eyes in the crisp outdoor air. The breezes of autumn bring to light a secret that should be common knowledge.

However, Ari is in on the secret.

You.

His pulse quickens as he realizes the truth: when you find art, you revere its lines.

After hearing your hum and watching you begin to sway in the midst of the park with the leaves, Ari's face lights up with joy. He sprints over and snatches you up in his strong arms. Ari can't help but feel an overwhelming urge to hug you and never let go.

You giggle as you call his name.

He presses his lips against yours and successfully silences you, even for a moment. "You're so beautiful. Why can't I hold what's mine?"

Everything feels right to him as a crisp breeze blows in and leaves flutter down all about you.

He is counting on you to protect his heart, to love and cherish him as much as he loves and cherishes you in return. Everything in the world, all he wants to do is walk with you and hold your hand.

Kiss me like you don’t need air.

Ari and you are snuggling up by the fire, blankets drapes over your bodies, and you're munching on cookies you made together. Your body melting into Ari's soulmate stones, linked by time. Scents of their sweetness and coziness permeate the space.

The first time Ari kissed you, his heart did not burst. In place of fire, there was a sense of calm.

To be in love, two people should feel safe, secure, and connected to universal peace, able to let go of their fears.

You have soft, inviting lips, and he can't wait to taste them and brand his lips against them.

You take a nibble and mutter, "Want a bite," as you relish the cookie's sweet flavor. "What?" you blink in confusion. "What's the matter?” Ari insists, grin firmly on his face, "Nothing. You've got cookie crumbs on your face."

Raising your hand, you delicately brushes your mouth. You laugh hysterically and say, "I probably look like a disaster." He brushes the crumbs from your face with the palm of his hand. "Don't worry," he shakes his head.

“Let me clean my mess." A soft whisper escapes his lips. His lips are muffled by your last words as he presses his over yours.

He kisses you, and your hands cradle his jaw as he caresses your mouth and his hands slip down to your butt. He breathes in the scent of your kiss, and he feels your fingers cradling his jaw.

The man is teasing you, and you know it. His soft beard hair tickles your bare lips, causing you to giggle with anticipation.

A kiss might seem ordinary enough on the surface. A season is born when two hearts fall in love with each other.

Ari bites you on the bottom lip. You let out a startling sound that sends chills down his spine. Ari wants to give you the same feeling of warmth that he experiences when he touches you. You are everything he breathes and everything he feels.

His kisses and touches will be the warmth you experience in every grin, every laugh, and every embrace, no matter how chilly it gets or how much dew there is on the ground or how many dead leaves you step on.

Like fire, his love is boundless, and you make it new and without limits. It does not matter how many years pass, your charm remains a magnet for him every season of the year.

Love me as you’d die without me.

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Happy Thursday! I hope your week has been going well so far :) I stumbled upon your writing recently and have become such a fan! Could I possibly request something with Eddie where he’s been frustrated by his crush lately because every dress and skirt she wears is driving him up a wall and it’s started to affect the Hellfire boys? Someone makes a comment that gives Dustin the idea to find him a girlfriend to mellow him out and he decides on the reader who he finds out shares some common interests without knowing she’s the source of the frustration and is now around Eddie even more which drives him crazy and some kind of fluffy, dramatic, happy ending? I’m so sorry if that makes no sense!

Happy... Sunday by now! I had a good week, how about you? Thank you so, so much for your kind words you wonderful person 🥺 It fills my heart with so much joy to read this! And this request is so, so good, and it fit so well with my idea for McFly's Obviously, because I'd been wanting to write for that song for weeks. This was the perfect opportunity. Now, I have to say, that I did not plan on making it so... sexual with a bit of pervy Eddie, but it kinda just happened? So... I hope this still works for you 💚

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 5728 Warning/Tags: bit of angst, fluff, kinda friends to lovers, asshole ex boyfriend (who wanted to talk y/n into having sex with him), slightly perv!Eddie, mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies (let me know if I missed anything)

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You had a boyfriend. A twenty-three year old named Thomas, who was in the Marines. A mean-looking, buff guy, who could probably kill Eddie with just one hand if he set his mind to it. Eddie had to remind himself, told himself that every day, because lately, you’d been driving him completely nuts.

It had started out as a light crush when he’d gotten to know you once the year had started. The way you’d talked to him without flinching away like some people did, when he’d introduced himself to you. You’d quickly let him know that you didn’t care about any rumours, that you’d rather get to know someone yourself, instead of relying on what other people said. He’d admired that mind set straight away. No wonder, he’d been glad when you’d been paired up for a project, and it had been the first project that he’d really poured his heart into - to impress you.

Only to find out at the end of this project, when he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out, that you had a boyfriend. Fucking great. He should have known, because you were too perfect, completely out of his league. But when he’d seen your boyfriend… he hadn’t talked to you in two weeks. When you’d finally asked him about it, he’d told you that your boyfriend was kind of intimidating, telling you the truth. But you’d just laughed it off, had told him that he was silly, because Thomas wasn’t as mean as he looked. Still, Eddie tried to stay away from you whenever he was around.

He’d tried to steer away from you most of the time, but that didn’t help with his heart, because it still skipped a beat whenever he saw you. And lately, it’s become even worse. Because winter was over and spring was rather warm, so you started wearing skirts and dresses and Eddie… God, it was torture. Seeing all that soft skin and not being able to touch you because someone would probably chop his hands off - and his dick - made him nearly go insane. It would be easier for him, if he could just write you off, get you out of his mind, but he couldn’t. Because no other girl had caught his interest since you.

But he couldn’t have you. He wasn’t the kind of guy who ruined someone’s relationship, no matter his own feelings. Still, ever since you’d started wearing these dresses that ode up your thighs when you sat down or leaned over the table in the cafeteria to grab something, you’d been occupying his thoughts even more. Especially at night when he wanted to sleep, images of you filled his head and his hands started wandering. It was embarrassing, how often he’d jerked off to the thought of you. To the images of you in your tiny skirts, his mind reeling, because he wanted to stick his head beneath that skirt and show you how good he could make you feel…

But he couldn’t have you. And that was even more frustrating, because he couldn’t ask you out and let you break his heart by telling him that you didn’t want to go out with him. That might actually get you out of his head and his heart. But no, you were in a relationship with a guy you saw every couple of weeks, while Eddie was right in front of you and would lay the world at your feet.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin’s voice pulled him back to reality and Eddie blinked at the younger one. All eyes were on him, because he’d zoned out during their campaign again. The same had happened last week, so he’d told them what had been going on in his head. Not in detail, and he hadn’t told them who this was about, but they knew. Knew that he had a crush on this girl who was in a relationship, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He’d promised to focus the next time. That had worked out well.

“You thinking about her again?” Mike asked, looking him over. Eddie’s cheek turned red, because he’d rather keep that from the boys, but it was affecting their game. He either zoned out or he got irritated way too quickly.

“I’m sorry guys, it’s just…”

“She’s got a boyfriend and you can’t ask her out, we know.” Gareth sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “You just need to get laid. Get her out of your system. Or at least go on a date and focus your attention on someone else.”

“Yeah, right…” Eddie scoffed. Like he hadn’t thought about that himself, but he couldn’t even think of asking someone else out, because it wouldn’t be fair. Because he would still keep thinking about you, compare her to you. A one night stand might be an option, but Eddie really didn’t feel like it, and that was something he’d never had before.

“There’s nothing to be done about this now, because even without a boyfriend, she’s out of my league… so, gentlemen, let’s get back to our game.”

Eddie managed to focus his attention on the rest of the game until they separated for the evening. Once in his trailer, the thoughts were back, the images of you as you smiled at him and gave him a little wave whenever you saw him.

The others watched him leave, then turned towards each other.

“We really need to do something. He’s not himself like this.” Jeff shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I know,” Lucas agreed, “He’s taking his frustration out on us and we’re not really progressing with the campaign like this.”

“Band practice is shit as well. He doesn’t play like he usually does, and curses himself all the time. No concentration whatsoever, and it’s more painful than it is fun to play with him at the moment.” Gareth sighed. It had really started to affect every aspect, so he knew how much of a goner Eddie was. They really had to do something about this.

“I might have an idea.” Dustin thought for a moment, before he looked back at the others again. “As long as you’re okay with letting a girl join the campaign.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” It was Mike who asked the question that was burning on everyone’s tongue.

“I told you about my neighbour? Y/N?”

“Yeah, the one who used to babysit you.” Lucas tilted his head to the side, wondering where this was going.

“Right. She still helps me with homework and stuff, and she even got into DnD, so I helped her with her character, taught her everything she needs to know, and she’s been wanting to play for… I don’t know how long.”

“And you think she could play with us. What’s that got to do with the Eddie situation?” Jeff looked at Dustin like he was speaking in riddles.

“We want someone to take Eddie’s mind off this mystery girl. A/N is conveniently a girl, and a pretty one at that. And a huge nerd, but hardly anyone knows. And she just dumped her boyfriend and could use some distraction as well.”

“That does sound promising,” Gareth agreed.

“And she likes Eddie. I mean, she doesn’t care about the rumours and whatnot, and she even asked me about him from time to time.”

“Alright. But we can’t tell Eddie about this. We just have to bring her to the next meeting.” Gareth was right, and Dustin knew that. He’d take care of that.

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Sunday after their little chat, you were spending the afternoon with Dustin. His Mum was out of town, and you really liked spending time with him. He always had a way to make you laugh, and you could really use the distraction. You weren’t heartbroken, you wouldn’t say that, but after a year in a relationship, it was still strange to be all by yourself again now. Granted, Thomas had been away most of the time, but you’d talked on the phone. But lately… the age difference between you two had started to show, and there was something else. One thing that had pushed you to pull the plug on this relationship. When Thomas had pushed you one night to have sex with him, because he’d wanted it. But you… you’d been feeling sick for a couple of days, so you hadn’t been in the mood.

“If you were a good girlfriend, you’d let me fuck you!”

At first you’d thought that you hadn’t heard him correctly, but he’d repeated his words. That was the moment you’d thrown him out of your house and had called him the next day to dump him. The words that had left his mouth after that had only confirmed to you that it had been the right decision. After a few days of reflecting on it, you saw a few things differently that had happened in your relationship. Things that you’d thought had been normal, but now appeared in a different light. He’d always pushed you around a little, but you’d just been so in awe, over the moon that he’d been interested in you that you’d fallen into a relationship too quickly. You’d seen everything through rose-coloured glasses until that night. And now, you were happy that you’d gotten rid of him. And you started to be more yourself again, wore what you liked, and yes, you purposefully dressed up a little to feel good about yourself.

“What would you say to a game of DnD?” Dustin asked out of the blue while you were preparing lasagna for dinner. You did that quite often, cooked together, or baked a cake. You were teaching Dustin stuff like that, because he was interested in it, and you had fun doing it.

“I’d like to test my knowledge one day. After all, you’ve been a pretty good teacher.” You smiled to yourself, because it had been great to listen to Dustin when he got so excited about something he loved. That had been the main reason why you’d gotten interested in the game in the first place.

“How about next week?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we could use another player in this campaign, and I already told you about it. The others would love to get to know you! I told them that I taught you how to play.”

“Eddie as well?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him. You’d liked him from the moment he’d introduced himself to you - which should have been the first indicator that your relationship with Thomas hadn’t exactly been the right thing, considering the tingles the simple touch of his hand had sent along your arm and down your spine. Lately, though, whenever you’d met his gaze, he’d had this kind of grim look on his face, before he quickly looked away.

“We haven’t told him yet, because we want to surprise him. Have that moment of surprise on our side, you know?” A lame excuse, but Dustin hoped that you wouldn’t ask any questions about this. “But I know you’ll get along. I mean, you both like the same things.”

Yes, you’d noticed that as well, considering you liked most of the bands that he was wearing on his vest, on the shirts he wore when he wasn’t wearing the Hellfire shirt. You read the same books, which you’d talked about when you’d done that assignment at the beginning of the year, so Dustin was right. You just didn’t know whether it was a good idea to just join them when Eddie had been behaving weird around you lately.

“Alright. But introduce me to the boys first, alright?”

“Hey, I wanted to introduce you to my friends ages ago!”

That much was true, and you already felt like you knew Mike and Lucas from everything Dustin had told you. But it was still different to meet them in person.

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It was Tuesday, the boys were enjoying their lunch when Dustin spotted you.

“Y/N! Over here!” he called out getting not only your attention, but also Eddie’s, who completely froze in his movements, pretzel still wedged between his lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to eat it now, because his mouth was going dry.

You’d already made him feel on edge when you’d walked into class this morning, wearing a thin top beneath that bib skirt that hit you just above the knee. His eyes had been glued to your thighs, his mind reeling, because he wanted to crawl beneath that table and push his head between the soft flesh of your thighs. It had been torture to get through the rest of the lesson, but now, he’d thought that he was safe - until you walked up to their table, skirt winging with every step.

Eddie gritted his teeth, eyes glued to the table to try and calm his racing heart. It was on thing to sit in the same classroom with you where you had to concentrate on the teacher - or at least pretend to - but another to sit here at their table with you.

“Hey Dustin!” you said when you stopped next to the table, letting your eyes wander over the rest, giving them a little wave. “Hey Eddie.”

“Hello there,” Eddie managed, looking up and giving you a curt smile.

“This is Y/N, she lives next to me and she’s known me… pretty much all my life.”

“Yeah, I know all his little secrets,” you said with a laugh, while Dustin and Gareth both made some room for you so you could sit down. “He’s been talking about you guys a lot, so it’s nice to finally meet you.” Apart from Eddie, because you already knew him. Feeling his gaze on you made your heart beat even faster.

While you talked to the others, Eddie couldn’t really follow. You were sitting here with them, looking like a goddamn goddess and he was supposed to stay calm? So, he kept his eyes down, only glanced at you now and then, felt his heart squeeze every time that he caught you smiling, wishing that this smile was aimed at him instead of something one of the guys had said. God, he was getting jealous of his friends, who weren’t interested in you like that. Pathetic.

He was glad when the bell rang and he’d made it through this torture, when you got up from the table again to leave. But you looked at him once more.

“You coming, Eddie? We’ve got English together now.” Your innocent smile made him swallow hard. Yeah, right, he was coming, but not to class. He had to get out of here and get you out of his system.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve got some other business to attend to. I’ll see you tomorrow.” It wasn’t the first time that he skipped class, it was a normal occurrence actually, but this time, it wasn’t because he just didn’t want to spend his time in a room with people who couldn’t stand him, but because he was painfully hard in his jeans and had to get going.

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The next Hellfire Club meeting rolled around and you were a little nervous. Dustin had reassured you that it would be great, and so had Jeff, because they were actually excited to play with you. That only left Eddie, who didn’t know yet what was gonna happen. They told you to wait outside the door until they called you.

“There you are. I thought you were gonna stand me, now that we’re approaching the end of this campaign!” Eddie was lounging on his throne, legs thrown over one of the armrests, as if he was trying to get comfortable there.

“We’d never do that!” Mike said immediately, approaching the table.

“Everyone here?” Eddie looked at each one of them, before he tilted his head to the side. “Where's Sinclair?”

“Yeah about that…” Mike started, rubbing the back of his neck. Lucas had been really busy with basketball, so that was a good excuse to give Eddie.

“He has this basketball thing, so he can’t make it.” Dustin provided, and it wasn’t even a lie. They had training and games all the time, so it had been hard for Lucas to juggle both, but he’d always tried. Today, though, it was just convenient to get you into that campaign.

“What?”

“Yes, but we brought a substitute.”

“And you didn’t tell me that before? Does your substitute even know how to play?” This was off to a great start, and Eddie nearly wanted to scream. They’d been working towards their final session, and he’d poured his heart into everything only to be stood up by Lucas now.

“She does. I’ve been teaching her for some time now, and we always talked about the meetings, what happened here, so she’s in the loop.” Dustin was rather proud of that, and proud of you.

“She?” That caught Eddie’s attention even more, because hardly any girl was interested in DnD. “I can hardly say no, can I? You won’t make it alone. So bring her in you sneaky bastards.” They should have told him before tonight, but since he didn’t want to postpone - that had never happened and it wouldn’t start now - he’d just accept whatever player they brought in.

“Come on in,” Dusting called to you, and you took another deep breath before you walked through the door and towards the table.

“Y/N?!” Eddie pretty much squeaked as he tried to sit up, nearly falling from the chair in the process. His heart squeezed at the sight of you, hips swaying while you walked towards him. Were those leather pants that you were wearing? The Dio Shirt you were wearing caught his attention, especially with all the alterations you’d made, the low neckline that accentuated your cleavage. You were probably the last person he’d expected to see here.

“Hey Eddie… I hope it’s alright that I chip in for Lucas?” Insecurity shone in your eyes as you started chewing on your bottom lip - a telltale sign of how nervous you actually were. Eddie felt bad for a moment because of his reaction, so he quickly put on a smile and gestured towards the seats.

“Yes… sure… I mean… they can use the help I guess.” Nervous laughter escaped his lips as he smoothed a hand over his hair, sat upright in his throne. He wanted to put your mind at ease, while he knew that it wasn’t a good idea that you were here. Especially not when you were looking like this. Still, he’d never throw you out, could never bring himself to do that. Not when his heart was beating a mile a minute with you here, and he felt all warm and fuzzy.

And you surprised him. Dustin had really taught you well, and you proved valuable to the company. Eddie managed to keep his focus on what was going on - maybe because his thoughts didn’t need to drift off to you, because you were right here. But he also caught himself glancing at you more and more. At the way you whispered to the others, at the smile that made your whole face light up. Your laughter made him feel all warm and happy inside, and made him smile in turn. It was great that you were enjoying yourself, he was just happy that the others were around, since that put some distance between the two of you.

When you leaned over the table to retrieve your dice, though, he hoped that you’d taken the seat right next to him instead of across the table. Because when you did that, he could see right down your shirt at the black lace bra that covered breasts, and he couldn’t help the groan that came over his lips.

“You okay, Eddie?” Dustin asked, and Eddie was glad the room was dimly lit, so that hopefully nobody was able to see the blush that was staining his cheeks a dark pink.

“Yeah, but if you keep going into all kinds of rooms, we’ll either sit here until it’s three in the morning, or we’ll need another day.” That was a good excuse and one that nobody questioned, because they tended to explore everything sometimes and Eddie had to think of something, because you caught him off guard.

You ended up stopping the game at ten, because it was getting too late for the younger ones.

“Next week… Then we’ll see whether you’re able to win, or if you all die a painful death!” Eddie’s dramatic voice echoed through the room making you chuckle. He always had a thing for theatrics, and you loved it, because that was just so Eddie.

“Thank you for letting me join, I really had a blast!” you said to Eddie, once it was just the two of you and Dustin. “And I could really use the distraction.”

“You did really well!” Eddie slowly looked up at you, a smile on his lips. “Why did you need distraction?” Curiosity got the better of him, because he really wanted to know. And he especially wanted to know why you were spending your time here, when it was actually a weekend when Thomas was home - if he remembered correctly.

“You ready to leave?” Dustin interrupted before you were able to answer.

“Yes… sure!” You reached for your bag and dug out your car keys.

“Will you join us next week again?” Eddie drew your attention back to him, as he rocked back on his heels. While seeing you around made him go all kinds of crazy, because he wanted nothing more than to pull you against his chest and kiss the air from your lungs, he also enjoyed your company in something like this, something that he loved, and you apparently enjoyed as well. “You’re part of this campaign now. Wouldn’t be fair to leave them to fight alone now.”

“I’ll be there, Munson,” you said with a laugh before you left with Dustin for the evening, leaving Eddie looking after you, eyes fixed on your butt that looked way too good in these leather pants.

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The next week, you end up sitting with the guys every day, and Eddie is awfully quiet. You noticed that, because he was usually so talkative, but with you around, he seemed to become quieter. Of course, you hoped that it had nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. It was never quiet at the table, though, because there was constant chatter about this and that, and also about Friday night when you would beat Eddie.

“Right, y/n?” Dustin said, pulling you back from your thoughts.

“Of course!” A bright smile appeared on your lips. You hadn’t thought that you’d have so much fun playing DnD with them, but you did, and you really found yourself looking forward to this evening.

After school Eddie waited for you at your car, surprising you with his appearance while he hadn’t said a word to you during lunch break.

“Is… everything alright?” You asked him, stopping right in front of him.

“Yeah… yeah,” he hesitated for a moment, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he held his hand out to you. “That’s for you.”

Curiously, you took what he was holding out to you and unfolded it. It was a Hellfire Club shirt.

“Are you serious?” Your voice was quiet, almost down to a whisper as your fingers traced over the writing on the shirt.

“Since you’re gonna fight along with the others, I thought you deserved your own shirt.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, an uncertain smile on his lips, but when you hugged him close, he let out a sigh of relief. “You like it?”

“I love it!” You squeezed him even tighter, your breasts pressed against his chest, and Eddie tried to compose himself, though he would try his best to remember this feeling until he was alone again. His hands landed on your waist, holding your in place, while you weren’t letting go of him. “This is so sweet, thank you!” You pulled back slightly, to press your lips to his cheek before you stepped away from him.

“You.. You’re welcome!” That kiss had taken him completely off-guard.He pulled a strand of hair in front of his face to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “And… um… Thomas won’t mind that you’re spending your time with some teenagers on a Friday night?”

You stopped in your movements, kept the door of your car open, while you turned back around to Eddie. Yeah you’d told him about your boyfriend when you’d gotten to know each other better, because it had slipped out, but you didn’t think that he’d remember. You’d wanted to answer his question last Friday, had wanted to tell him about this, but Dustin had interrupted.

“That’s none of his business anymore,” you said, leaning against your car, a small smile on your lips. “Dumped him, so that was why I could use the distraction last Friday.”

“Oh…” Eddie’s face fell, but was quickly replaced with a smile of his own. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it, because that meant that this scary Marine guy wasn’t a part of your life anymore, and that he might someday have a chance with you. At least now, he could try. “I’m sorry… Are you okay? Did he do something?” Not that Eddie would be able to take him in a fist fight, but he knew ways to make this guy’s life hell.

“Yeah, I am. Friday really helped me, and even before that I knew that I was better off without him.” You shrugged your shoulders. Seeing him so concerned about you made your heart skip a beat. “He was… kind of demanding. Called me a shitty girlfriend for not wanting to fuck him while I was sick in bed, just because he was horny.”

“Excuse me?!” It was half because of what you had told him about your ex boyfriend, half because of the fact that you were talking about your sexlife with him at all.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next person, but now when I’ve thrown up half the day and every bone hurts.”

“Yeah… understandable. What a dick!” God, Eddie wanted to shake him and punch some sense into that guy. “He should take care of you in a situation like that, and not think that he could get it. Unbelievable.”

“Thank you!” Finally someone who understood you, but then you realised just what you’d told him and you felt your neck start to burn from the embarrassment. “Sorry, that’s too much information.”

“No, don’t worry!” It was actually good that he knew. Knew about your ex-boyfriend, about the way he’d treated you, and knew that you liked sex as much as the next person. He’d really like to find out what exactly you meant with that.

“Anyway…” You heaved a sigh but smiled at him once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And thank you again for this.” You held up the shirt, but you didn’t only mean that, you meant the whole conversation, because it had been good to say these things out loud.

“See you tomorrow.” Eddie gave you a little wave before he turned around and headed straight home. Oh, you had no idea how much you’d fueled his fantasies, and it was probably better this way.

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Not even half an hour in, and everyone was yelling during the campaign. You were wearing your own Hellfire Club shirt for this occasion, because you were now one of them. They’d accepted you, especially because they’d realised how much… calmer Eddie seemed to be in your presence. Dustin was glad that his plan had worked, considering how Eddie looked at you, and you looked at him. There was serious chemistry, they’d watched that during your lunch breaks all week, so they’d come up with a plan. It had cost them quite some money, but it had been worth it to hopefully see both of you happy.

You had even more fun than last week, enjoyed your time with the boys, and especially with Eddie, who you found looking at you with a gentle smile on his lips every now and then. It had taken you until half past nine to finish the campaign, but you won, and none of you had died. That definitely called for a celebration, and you promised to meet up at the Hideout the next day, because Corroded Coffin were playing there. You’d have all evening to celebrate instead of just half an hour or an hour today, especially because Mike and Dustin were off to meet up with Lucas.

“Oh yeah, before I forget…” Gareth walked up to you and Eddie, since you were the only ones left now. He handed you an envelope with a grin. “So you can go on your first date together instead of just staring at each other when the other one’s not looking.”

Before any of you could react, Gareth turned around and left. Eddie was too stunned to speak, cheeks turning red immediately, while you stared down at the envelope, curious to know what was in there. When you pulled two Dio tickets out of it, you gasped.

“No fucking way!” you breathed, let your fingertips graze over the lettering. You’d tried everything to get your hands on tickets, but you hadn’t been able, and here these guys had somehow gotten two tickets for you and Eddie. By now, he’d been able to compose himself and was now leaning over your shoulder.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie mumbled close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you realised how close he was, his chest touching your shoulder. Slowly, you turned around to face him, holding up the tickets.

“So… what do you say, Munson? Is it a date?” The way the corner of your lips turned up made him nearly sigh.

“Do you really need to ask?” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. He pushed his hair back from his face, the tension easing out of his shoulders because of the way you were looking at him. “I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date ever since we met!”

Your whole face crumbled. He had what now? He’d never breathed a word about this, and you’d never suspected it, completely oblivious to everything.

“When I nearly had the courage, you told me that you had a boyfriend.”

“Right.” Thomas… yeah, back then you’d still been happy, but that way you’d felt around Eddie had still confused you, because it hadn’t been right, not while you’d been in a relationship.

“So I kept quiet… but God, you’ve been occupying my mind all this time.” Eddie shook his head, because he didn’t actually want to confess all this to you, but the words just kept pouring out. “And ever since you started wearing all these short skirts and dresses… I don’t think there was a moment when I didn’t think of you. These were driving me completely insane!”

You had the audacity to chuckle.

“It’s not funny, y/n!” But Eddie still smiled, baring his soul here to you, because now that he’d started, there was no stopping.

“So you noticed that.”

“Of fucking course I noticed! Everyone with eyes in their heads probably noticed! I felt like a perv looking at you, but I couldn’t look away either, and the images you put in my head… You were the reason for me skipping school now and then!” He didn’t have to say out loud what he meant with that, because you could imagine it. And you couldn’t deny the fact that it turned you on, knowing that you’d had that effect on him, because he’d occupied your thoughts and dreams as well.

“I started dressing like this after I broke up with Thomas. It made me feel good about myself, and I needed that. To feel… desired I guess.”

“Oh, honey, believe me… it worked.” Eddie chuckled, but that died down when he felt your hand reaching for his. Your fingers interlaced with his made him feel like his whole skin was tingling.

“So…” You slowly raised your head to look up at him, pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, before you released it again. “About that date…”

“Yes! What kind of question is that even?” Eddie chuckled, feeling like the happiest man in the world right now. It had taken you months to get here, and he hadn’t even been the one to ask you out, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that you would be going on a date. He’d definitely have to thank the club for this.

“Just thought I’d make sure.” Your laughter died down, when Eddie squeezed your hand, raised his free hand to pinch your chin to make you look up at him, before his lips came down on yours. He wasn’t ready to wait until that concert to kiss you. He needed that now, needed to make sure that this was really happening, needed to taste you.

When you felt his tongue prod against your lips, you opened up to him, moaning into the kiss as you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled you close, his tongue exploring your mouth, giving as much as he was receiving from you.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, still holding onto each other, lips mere inches away. Eddie smiled against your lips, raising one hand to cup your cheek.

“I think we owe these little dipshits thanks. Thank them for pulling you in as a substitute and for the tickets.”

“Mhm… You got a point.” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against his, fingertips dancing over the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But that can wait until tomorrow, right?”

“Right…” Eddie whispered before he kissed you again. Now, that he had you, he wouldn’t let you go that quickly.

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babyjakes · 2 years

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | cold

pairing | boyfriend!ari levinson x reader

warnings | reader gets caught in extreme cold, crying, struggling to calm down, SOFT!ari, kind of little!reader and daddy!ari vibes tbh, sooo much comfort waaa—

word count | 326

i am thinking about big beefy ari bc he is ✨warm✨ in a way that none of the others are if that makes sense like he just radiates so much body heat

what if he and reader live somewhere like dangerously cold and it’s winter and she got locked out of the house and so she has to wait for him to come home 🥺

the look of heartbreak on his face when he sees her on the front step, he rushed home from work immediately but the roads were bad and it took a while and by the time he gets there she’s freezing 😭

he’s unlocking the door in seconds, ushering her inside, shushing her gently as she whimpers and shakes in her coat

“here baby, i’ll run a warm bath” but that sounds painful and only makes her cry harder so he just carries her up to bed, carefully unwrapping her from her coat and taking her into the blankets and sheets in his arms

trying to get as much skin to skin contact as he can with her, rocking her gently like a baby 🥺 her breaths are full of hiccups and little whimpers and he’s just cooing and shushing in a whisper, tucking her hair back behind her ear and rubbing her back

big hands rubbing everywhere he can honestly, slipping under her clothes to rub her back, her tummy, her shoulders, her arms and legs, trying to pass on his warmth to her

“shhh sweetheart, you’re okay. you’re okay now, pretty girl. i’m here, i got you.”

when she’s able to calm down a little, carrying her downstairs and warming her up some milk or cocoa in the microwave

turning on the fireplace and wrapping up with her in a blanket on the couch, still rocking and talking to her softly

kissing the tears away from her cheeks. “my sweet girl. there you go, you’re okay. all better now”

😭😭😭😭😭😭

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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for the fluffy winter request, how about ice skating with steve💕💕❤️

AN | No, but please this is such a soft and sweet idea 🥺

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You couldn’t help but smile at the handsome man across the table from you. The corners of his mouth were ticked up into a small smile, his cheeks a fresh pink from the wind chill, and his ochre eyes were glittering. It was easy to fall in love with him over and over again; and you did, bit by bit and day by day. He wasn’t just any man; he was Steve Harrington. He was your boyfriend and the love of your life.

“What’re you looking at, pretty girl?” he asked softly, nudging your foot under the table. Your face warmed under his tender gaze and you couldn’t help but smile at him, reaching across the table and putting your hand on top of his. You were having dinner at a quaint little restaurant, peaceful in the cold winter evening, “hmm?”

“Just admiring you,” you leaned forward and gave him a sweet little smile, “I love you, you know?”

“I know,” his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, “I love you, angel.”

“How could I not know?” you squeezed his hand gently, “you show it with everything you do and say.”

“Flatterer,” he couldn’t help but positively beam as he looked down at his plate. Before you could say anything else, he looked back at you with excitement, “I have an idea!”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Well, there is that holiday market on the town square and that little ice skating rink,” he grinned happily as you nodded, “I thought maybe we could go and check it out and maybe go ice skating. Whaddya say?”

“Really?” your eyes lit up as you almost squealed with delight. He nodded and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning across the table and pressing a kiss to his lips, “I’d love to, Steve. This is going to be so much fun!”

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You were walking, gloved hand in gloved hand with Steve, taking in all the sights and sounds from the bazaar. You took in all the sights, sounds, and smells, your heart growing even more full and warm than it before. This was everything you could have ever dreamed of.

You explored a few little stalls, making mental notes of the things that Steve liked and things you thought your friends would like in order to come back and buy them when you were alone. The whole place was magical, glittering snow falling softly and slowly, making everything look like a winter wonderland.

At one of the stalls, you’d found a small shop that sold desserts and sweets, and you both got a hot chocolate to make the evening just that much better. You’d always made fun of those cheesy holiday and romance films, but that evening had you feeling like you lived in one. And you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

You were gently swinging your clasped hands as you approached the skating rink. Steve looked both excited and terrified as he studied the various people on the ice; kids, adults, couples, and everything in between. You gently tugged on his hand and he turned his attention back to you.

“Are you alright, Stevie?” your voice was soft as you looked into his warm ochre eyes, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

“I want to,” he insisted, not wanting you to get the wrong idea, “I just haven’t gone since I was a kid, so I don’t know how good I’ll be.”

“It’ll be okay,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek, “we’ll take it slow. And if you want to stop, we can stop. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded as you played with the ends of his thick, soft scarf, “let’s do it.”

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By the time you’d gotten your skates on, Steve was still struggling so you’d helped him lace his skates up and then hoisted him to his feet. You were grinning the whole time as you took his hand and slowly led him onto the ice. The rink was illuminated with twinkling lights, and surrounded by different themed Christmas trees along the sides. Christmas music was playing softly, muted by the excited voices from all the skaters.

“Ready?” you asked and he nodded, eagerly taking your outstretched hand as you stepped onto the ice. You took a second to get yourself oriented, feeling Steve struggling and tugging on your arm slightly. You held his hand in a tight embrace before slowly pushing off and starting to skate around. You made sure to stick to the side, so he could easily grab the railing if he felt the need to, “don’t worry, my love, I won’t let you fall.”

“If I do, I’m afraid I’m going to be taking you down with me,” his expression was sheepish; you knew he was trying to be as careful as possible and didn’t want anything to happen to you on purpose or accidentally, “I’ll be careful.”

“I know you will,” you said softly, “just hold my hand and relax. The rest will come naturally.”

“That’s easy for you to say!” he pouted lightly, his pretty plush lips looking more kissable than they had any right to, “you’ve got grace and elegance…I’m like…”

“A ninja,” you teased softly, reminding him of the claim he had often made, “stealthy like a ninja, which means you’ll be great at this!”

“Mhmm,” he bit his lip as he wobbled slightly but caught himself, “I’ll keep reminding myself of that.”

“And if you won’t, then I will!” you started to skate a little faster, going at a pace that was comfortable for both of you, laughing softly.

Turns out, while Steve might not have been as lithe and graceful as you, he was a decent skater after all. Once he found his rhythm, it was easy for him to skate along with you. The two of you were laughing and having a great time, and a part of you wished you had a camera with you to be able to capture this moment forever. Instead, you dropped his hand and skated in front of him. He looked at you in confusion, but you silently answered his question, by holding up your hands and making them into a camera snap. You pretended to snap a picture which just made him giggle happily.

“What’re you doing?” His voice was so soft and gentle that it made your knees weak, “silly girl.”

“Taking a mental snapshot,” you explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “wanting to capture this moment forever.”

He mimicked your gesture and you pretended to pose as he made the clicking sound of the camera, “there! One for my collection too.”

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, eyes wide and in awe of him, “you’re the best, Steve Harrington.”

“Shh,” he put a gentle finger to your lips and shook his head, “that would be you. Now come on, I’m starting to get the hang of this!”

He took your hand back and lace his wool covered fingers through yours as best as he could and took the lead.

And it was all fun and games…until your skate caught on some invisible nick in the ice and you started to lose your balance. Your natural instinct was to hang onto water you could in order to steady yourself. That just so happened to be Steve’s arm.

You fell to the ice, taking him down with you, managing to land on top of him in a small heap. Upon a quick inspection you saw that neither of you were hurt, and you couldn’t help but laugh - Steve had been so worried about taking you down, when it ended up being him instead.

Steve grinned at you, on his back on the ice, his hands settled on your waist to make sure you wouldn’t slide off. There were times like this when you still couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. He must have been thinking something along the same lines because he looked up at you with a soft expression on his face before he opened his pretty mouth to speak, “I’m gonna marry you one day, you know?”

“Steve,” your entire face warmed up and you couldn’t help but try to hide your face in your hands. But he refused to let you do so, wrapping long, elegant fingers around your wrists and pulling your hands away.

“I mean it, angel,” he insisted and you knew that he was speaking nothing but the truth. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth but nodded. The idea that Steve Harrington wanted to make you his wife sent a whole different feeling down your spin, “just want and see.”

“I can’t wait,” you whispered softly, blinking back the tears that had already started to well up, “I wanna marry you too.”

“Fuck,” he groaned happily, “I’d marry you right this moment if I could - but I’m going to do this right. The ring, the proposal, all of it.”

“Stevie, I would be happy with nothing at all,” you insisted softly, “I don’t need anything fancy or expensive. I just want you, that’s everything I need.”

“Still-”

“Are you guys gonna move or what?” you looked up to find a young girl, clearly annoyed, moving to skate around you. Somehow in the ensuing conversation that had occurred, you’d both completely forgotten that you were still on the ice, in the middle of the rink.

“Sorry,” you gave her a pathetic little smile as you tried to get back to your feet, looking more like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time more than anything else. Once you made it to your feet, you held out your hands to help him to his feet. Once he was up, he slid towards you, but instead of knocking you back over, he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You pulled back and looked up at him, “hi.”

“Hi,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “you’re really pretty.”

“So are you,” you brushed a few stray locks of hair out of his face, “not to complain but it’s starting to get really cold. Maybe we could go home and start a fire and get all comfy and warm?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, putting a hand on the side of your face, “one more thing first.”

And then he kissed you. Softly, sweetly, and with every ounce of love that he possessed in his body.

“You are everything to me, Steve Harrington.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st

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dailyreverie · 1 year

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My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

Friendly

A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away.

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him.

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.”

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working.

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other.

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨🕸️✨

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#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #tasm x reader

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tomaytow · 2 years

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omg im having brainrot about venti and how do u think he would cuddle windblume? would he be big spoon or small spoon? lmk ur thoughts!

i am so sorry it took me a while to respond bUT OOO

i hope you’re still having a venti brainrot because i’m still having a brainrot abt him (24/7,, check my dms with tala aka tumblr user blooming-cecilia LOL i flood her with venti stuff a lot)

anyway.

cuddling venti hcs, you want? i’ll give it to you. let me just ransack my mind for a bit;

- imagine just laying supine on the bed and venti just. crawls on top of you and buries his head on your chest. venti likes listening to your heartbeat and he also likes it when you stroke or pat his head. go on. run your fingers through his hair. he’ll probably sigh, pleased, and if you stop – he’ll definitely tell you to do it again (do it again! why should you not?) if you’re feeling playful and decide to stop, there are chances he’ll put your hand back to where it belongs.

- imagine sleeping so deeply that nothing ever wakes you. a venti comes to join you for bed, and when he sees you hugging a pillow, he won’t hesitate to replace said pillow with himself. venti will either nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, or he’ll let your head rest on his chest. hm. he likes smelling your shampoo, by the way, because it makes him feel so much at home.

- ((akshsjbsjsjsjb the idea of venti just content with windblume… it’s so nice…))

- in the idol au, i discussed a similar concept where you try to make venti jealous by cuddling a plushie instead of him. it didn’t end well cuz venti couldn’t take it (archons, he’s just so silly-) and threw it across the room, before glomping you. why is the plushie getting more love than him??? he’s your boyfriend!!

- during the morning, it’s hard to get up because of venti’s hold around your waist. you’ll have to wake him up so he can let go of you. (but bear in mind, though: that venti’s very clingy—an understatement, tbh—and he loves you very much. i think waking him up just made it worse because he’ll hold you tighter. he refuses to let go.) there is no e s c a p e.

- cuddle him and he’ll cuddle you back. it has more passion and vigor it’s overwhelming. he’ll giggle a lot. cuddling is his favorite past times with you.

- you expect me to not think abt needy venti???? wrong. needy venti is for the soul. imagine him just sitting on the couch and has his arms raised. hands closing and opening in a grabby motion. he pouts at you, “windblume. cuddle.”

- he wants your attention, your affections, so it’s not so surprising when you’re on the phone with someone and you feel arms squeezing your waist… and kisses on your cheeks…

- don’t get me started on possessive venti during cuddle sessions cuz even though you both look cute & wholesome on the outside, who’s not to say that venti’s mind is only filled with mine, and only mine… mine always

- the anemo archon “i’ll be your alternate jacket / hoodie / sweater!” barbatos, then proceeds to BEAR HUG you

- AJAHAJWBDKJDKKDLNDNP i just remembered abt his wings 🥺🥺 venti will definitely wrap his wings around you for more warmth……they’re so soft and comfortable and fluffy

- imagine you just both sitting together and one of his wings guide you close to him

- during rainy days / winter season, cuddles with venti will increase (if venti’s being a lil trickster, he’ll insert his cold hand under your shirt)

- “windblume, i’m cold. i think i deserve some cuddling, don’t you think?”

- personal hc: venti can’t choose which position he likes, but he has a soft spot for digging and hiding his face on your neck… he wants to be in his haven; his paradise; your arms around him, his arms around you. or just you, really. you’re home to him.

- after a long day, venti just drapes all over you. there are no words exchanged but you can understand what’s happening. he’s recharging. praise him, will you? comfort him? give him little kiths… or if you can, sing him songs? (yes. when venti’s upset, he calms down when he just presses himself closer to you)

- venti’s hugs are just the best. there are times where things are hard and it’ll always be resolved with proper communication and really— just a tight hug will suffice.

- when you’re both curled with one another, venti rubs your fingers with his thumb tenderly. hand holding with venti is always nice because you can feel that he really loves you, even in simple gestures.

- look at venti whenever you guys cuddle. yep. the soft gaze. the small smile. ah, yes. he loves you very much.

as for the big spoon and little spoon… venti can be both. he can be the big spoon or the small spoon.

that’s what’s perfect about him.

he doesn’t care.

as long as he’s cuddling you, he’s satisfied.

at first i only thought him as a small spoon because i want to give him the comfort that he deserves uNTIL I REALIZED THAT BIG SPOON VENTI IS GOOD, TOO. i mean. wouldn’t you want to be spooned by the anemo archon???

((tho… i’m in a huge big spoon venti mood rn…….. time to feed myself))

so yeah!!! it depends on the mood.

but you know. venti prefers it more when he sees you.

there’s easy access to the lips—easy access to the eyes. easy access to the face. he loves seeing you.

#venti x reader #tomato.thoughts #i ditched the venti fic i was writing for this #answering this was so fun i literally had to go over my fav venti scenarios and hcs #pls give me more venti asks i like challenging myself #wAIT I DO HOPE VENTI IS IN CHARACTER THO #venti’s cuddles are the best #i didn’t want to go overboARD WITH THE JEALOUS VENTI PART CUZ GODSSS THAT’S FOR ANOTHER TIME Y’ALL

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imhereforscm · 3 months

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Outfits I picture the gods wearing

Voltage has given nice/descent human outfits to some of them and..... LET'S SAY I DON'T LIKE SOME OF THE OTHERS!

(I was intending to just download all of the Pinterest outfits, but they came out too many and the Tumblr picture limit wouldn't let me :/ so I'll just put screenshots from my Pinterest board)

Part 1

Leon

Leon is that one Greek/Italian dude at a summer night at a tavern by the sea, drinking and eyeing you from his table.

Also, about that turtleneck outfit I gave him, I imagine him wearing that in winter. He looks like the boyfriend that's gonna pick up coffee for you one chilly morning.

Also, he's every mom's dream movie boyfriend ever.

Scorpio

HE'S HOT ALRIGHT????😭😭😭😭😭SUPER HOT!!!! HE LOOKS SO BADASS!!!

(that's the only explanation I have)

Teorus

You can't tell me Teorus doesn't wear those (mom??) jeans every. single. day.

He looks like this boyfriend that will go to a flower shop for you and then go and shower you with princess treatment!🤧

The shirts can be any color, but the blue of the jeans is always light.

Those outfits have this, elegance, charm, softness, soft boyfriend vibe Teorus has.

Dui

SOFTIE BOYFRIEND THAT WILL HOLD ✨PINKIES✨ WITH YOU AND BRING YOU TO A SUNFLOWER FIELD🤧🤧

DUI WITH OVERAAAAAAALLS AND SOFT PASTEL COLORS😭😭😭😭✨✨✨✨✨😭😭😭💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭

Huedhaut

I wish not for rudeness on my part, but....... THE OUTFIT VOLTAGE GAVE HIM LOOKS LIKE A SET OF PAJAMAS!!😭😭😭😭😭 WHEN I FIRST ENTERED THE FANDOM, I SAW A CG OF HIM IN IT I THOUGHT HE WAS IN HIS PAJAMAS. MY JAW DROPPED, WHEN I REALIZED THEY WERE HIS EVERYDAY CLOTHES.

Ichthys

I NEED Ichthys in a choker!!! I NEED Ichthys wearing jewellery!!! He's a jewellery man!! I WANT HIM IN A CHOKER!!!!!

Also, yellow is such a nice color for him🥺

Part 2 coming soon😚💕

#scm #star crossed myth #scm headcanons #scm leon #scm leon headcanons #scm scorpio #scm scorpio headcanons #scm teorus #scm teorus headcanons #scm dui #scm dui headcanons #scm huedhaut #scm huedhaut headcanons #scm ichthys #scm ichthys headcanons

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 months

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7. Alex/George/Charles/Lando ? Or whatever pairing/au you feel like!

Twitch Quartet my loves 🥺 We need more fics with them!

7: Tremble - Alex/George/Charles/Lando

"You sure you're okay alone?" Lando could hear the smile in George's voice without even looking at him. It made his own lips twitch into a soft smile as he turned to look at his boyfriends. George was finishing tying his gloves as he glanced at Lando, his winter hat tugged down over his ears as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Alex and Charles were a little further away with Charles helping Alex secure himself to the ski's. "Yeah, Georgie", Lando promised, sneakily looking around before he leaned in to kiss his cheek, "I'll be alright. I want to see Alex face plant some snow" "Hey! I bet I'll be great at this!", Alex defended, waddling over with Charles's help. "You sure you don't want to join us, Lando?", Charles asked, pouting a little as Lando shook his head, "Well, please don't freeze out here. Go into the lodge, get a hot chocolate" Lando waved away their concern, but he didn't fuss when Charles reached over to adjust his own hat and scarf. His boyfriend smiling softly when he snuck a small kiss from his lips. Alex had looked at him and the ski's as if debating his changes of making it closer to Lando before Lando laughed and shuffled over to kiss his cheek before shooing them away to have fun. He leaned against the railings, watching them as Charles led them through the basics with an instructor. He didn't know why this was the particular holiday they wanted for this year. Sure, Lando enjoyed it every so often, but after an accident the last time when he went with friends, Lando didn't think he could ski or snowboard anymore. He just didn't feel safe about it, and that was part of the reason he ignored Charles's advice to go inside. He might have wandered in for a hot chocolate but he came straight back out to where he could watch them and know they were okay. By the time the others trudged back over, breathless and free of ski's, Lando was trembling. He couldn't feel his nose, and he had a lie at the tip of his tongue, ready to say he had just come back outside but the worried looks on the other's faces told him they knew he'd been here the whole time. "You're so silly", Charles sighed as he pulled him into a hug, "You're literally trembling with the cold. Why did you stay out?" Lando just gave them a soft smile as Alex took one of his hands and Charles let go to wrap an arm around his waist. George led the way indoors, making them sit before he peeled off his gloves and hat, and away he headed as Charles sat Lando closest to the fire. "You're hands are still trembling", Alex sighed, reaching over to pull them into his own to warm them. George returned with a tray of warm drinks, and some sweets, giving Lando a pointed look as Lando's hands shook slightly as he held his cup. "I just wanted to make sure none of you got hurt", Lando mumbled as he held the hot chocolate close to his face, "I was scared you'd get hurt" That seemed to soft all of his boyfriends worries and gazes as they each reached out to touch some part of him gently, letting him know they weren't going anywhere.

Send me a verb and pairing and I'll write something

#charles/lando/george/alex #the twitch quartet #ask game #charles #lando #george #alex

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yoonieper · 1 year

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Oh Holy Night | KNJ

Heaven is where you are.

❅ Paring: Namjoon x Reader

❅ Genre: Fluff

❅ Rated: W for Wonder

❅ Warnings: None, just softness and pretty things :3

❅ Word Count: 2.3k

❅ Prompt: “Winter Wonderland”

❅ Summary: Your beautiful winter prince takes you out for ice skating, something he promised would be magical~

❅ Thank you: Thank you so much @jamaisjoons once again for the banner~

❅ Now Playing: Soon and Let Me Be Your Wings mashup from the movie Thumbelina (cover by Nick Pitera) (Highly recommend to listen to while reading, big hint, it goes with the story ‼️) and Crystal Snow by BTS

❅ Author’s Note: Hey babies~ This was a bit rushed (like everything these days lol), but I've had this in the drafts since last year and I'm happy to finally have it out 🥺~ This is the last of the holiday fics I have planned to publish this time around, but I also have maknae line fics for the upcoming winter season/christmas that will be out in December so this isn't the end! This is just pure, soft Namjoon appreciation so hope y'all enjoy!

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

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It was his idea to take you out to the ice skating rink. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t shocked, knowing how clumsy your boyfriend could be at times, but he insisted that he wanted to go with you. How could you refuse?

You ended up in a rink at the edge of town. You had looked all over to find one outdoors knowing that’s what he preferred, but your little town only had the rink open at the college that practically consumed the place you call home. That wasn't enough to dissuade him, and you both made it a date.

Upon getting there, your face lit up seeing how they chose to decorate it. Paintings of school mascots and school achievements were hidden behind streamers and fairy lights were strung to a point at the top of the ceiling.

“It’s beautiful…” You sighed, relieved that this could in somewhat make up for the fact you were at a college skating rink and not the beautiful outdoor date your boyfriend had pictured.

You turned toward him and saw that smile you’ve already begun to fall in love with as he watched a few couples skate by. You’ve only been dating a few months, but these months have been better than you ever could have expected. You were in love, it happened so fast but you didn’t want to look back whatsoever.

You were brought back to reality when you felt the gentle tug of his hand to one of the benches. Namjoon already had skates beforehand and he surprised you earlier with a pair of your very own. They were both matching white skates with shiny, silver blades, and the minute he put them on you couldn’t help but think he looked like a Disney prince. His fluffy white sweater (one you were also wearing) seemed to sparkle under the dim light, which matched his entire white ensemble, something you both purposefully coordinated to blend in with the winter wonderland.

You couldn’t help but blush when he reached his hand out to help you up, maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you but there seemed to be almost this heavenly glow that radiated off of him. He really was your Disney prince.

You were helplessly enamored with the man in front of you.

“Do you know how to skate?” He asked so gently.

“A little, enough so I shouldn’t fall… too many times.” You laughed and he couldn’t help but join in.

“Well don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.” He smiled and you could have just melted right there. You knew he would.

“You know how to skate?” You asked him as well. It might seem like a dumb question considering it was him who suggested coming to the ice rink, but you were still having a hard time picturing your clumsy boyfriend somehow managing himself on thin blades across slippery ice.

Joon guided you over to the railing right before one of the entrances to the rink. He smiled at you before easily maneuvering himself across the barrier.

You thought this would be a quick demonstration that he in fact did know how to skate, he’d go around once and you’d be proven wrong.

Never in a million years did you expect your boyfriend to so gracefully glide across the ice. You were enthralled as you saw him so easily round the corners, before spinning around and skating backwards. If he didn’t take your breath away before, when he skated towards the center of the rink and jumped up, doing a fancy spin, before perfectly landing and flashing you one of those signature smiles.

You felt just as stunned as all the other people who were skating around the rink, your mouth could practically touch the ground at how far it dropped.

A mother who was holding the hand of her daughter passed you and mouthed you an impressed “wow” as your boyfriend began skating back to you.

You honestly had no words.

You didn’t have any words when he made it back over to you either, and all you could do was look at him with so much admiration as he helped you onto the ice.

There were truly no words to describe the experience. You felt like a character in a movie as he held onto your hand and you both easily slid across the ice, everyone in the rink seeming to only be able to focus on the both of you.

You didn’t notice, too busy looking at how handsome your lovely boyfriend was. You were tempted to ask where he learned to skate like that, but you found yourself tongue tied still as you fawned at how he beamed despite all the commotion because of everyone watching you.

You did a couple simple laps around the rink, mostly Namjoon letting you get used to being on the ice once again. You almost tripped once right as you both started making your way around, but Namjoon’s grip on you was enough to keep you up. You hardly did much to be honest, you were having a little too much fun being pulled around as jealous people whispered how lucky you were and how handsome and charming your boyfriend was.

You truly were.

Namjoon leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Just focus on me.” You didn’t have time to question it before suddenly, instead of skating beside you, Namjoon skated around and pulled your other hand into his as well so he was facing you.

Part of you wanted to say something about how you definitely weren’t as good of a skater as him, but then you remembered how he said he’d catch you if you fall. Instead you looked into his eyes as he started pulling you along with him.

It was strange, the world around you seemed to disappear as the only thing you could see was him.

No longer were you in this college rink, with the eyes of everyone watching you both, but it was just you and him together in a true winter wonderland.

You don’t understand what his gaze did to you, you had been so worried about embarrassing yourself on the way over, but as you looked into Namjoon’s eyes all you could focus on was how much you admired the man in front of you.

Namjoon slowly began pulling you along and you didn’t know how but suddenly the routine he had in mind started to unfold.

You hardly noticed the snow beginning to fall from the sky steadily, your eyes remained trained to his as he spun you around across the ice. In any normal situation you would have fallen straight on your face, but no, instead you were able to maintain your balance and couldn’t help but beckon over your winter prince.

Instead of the white fluffy sweater you watched as the snow began to transform his outfit into a suit of the purest white you had ever seen and a short cape that sparkled like snowflakes as it flowed behind him.

The snow began to paint an icey wonderland around you both, a large frozen river was now your skating rink and the snow covered trees coated the edges. The air around you both was hot despite the temperature that should be freezing, but why wouldn’t it be when he was here with you.

You smiled as you watched him go down the river slightly before he happily returned back to you. He flashed you that infamous dimpled smile before taking a polite bow, ready to guide you down the river.

You giggled slightly, before you curtseyed– you hardly paid any attention to the fact your own cozy sweater was replaced with a short dress that came down just above the knee, it was almost akin to a ballerina’s skirt and was made of that same beautiful material as your boyfriend's cape. Underneath the material was fluffy white fur, the same material that made up the short jacket you were wearing. You might have also noticed the sparkling tiara above your head, but who cares about that anyway when you have this beautiful man in front of you.

As soon as you took his hand, almost like that was a cue, a bewitching symphony began to play as you both skated hand in hand down the river.

But neither you nor Namjoon mentioned it as you marveled at the sights around you. A fluffle of white bunnies jumped around in the snow by the banks, a couple of snowy owls hooted at you both as you passed by the trees, and doves danced and dove above your heads.

The whole world around you seemed to glow and sparkle, the sun shining up above reflected off the snow, making everywhere you turned seem to illuminate with life. It was as if the ground itself was covered in crystals.

“Let me be your wings.

Leave behind the world you know.

For another world of wondrous things.”

Namjoon spun you around before lifting you up. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the whole situation unbelieve, but your heart was full as you soared down the river. You couldn’t be happier, you couldn’t be more free.

You both made it to where the river had pooled at some point, giving you a little more room to move around.

Namjoon took the opportunity to let go of your hand, fancily skating around you before stopping at the other end of the pond.

It was then the sounds of a beautiful orchestral piece filled your head like the soundtrack of a movie as you glided across the ice. It was as if you had been doing this for years, the way your body moved so naturally to the melodies playing in your head.

Namjoon easily joins into your rhythm, as you skate around the pond he embraces you in his arms before lifting you up.

“Anything that you desire, anything at all.

Everyday I’ll take you higher

And I’ll never let you fall.”

You never felt more free, more loved than in his arms– you knew he would always have you.

You both danced to the music that played, your blades carried you across the ice mindlessly, you both were too into each other to really know what you were doing. But you didn’t mind, you loved the way he carried you, spun you around, and held you in your arms like the most delicate thing in this world. You felt more fragile than the ice all around you.

You both laughed slightly when you both stopped before continuing down the river. You could hardly pay attention to the enchanting winter land around you both as you looked into his eyes.

“Let me be your wings

Let me be the one you love

Let me take you far beyond the stars.”

All you could focus on was him, the dazzling man in front of you and how perfect he was in this snowy forest. This was his element, his home.

Hand in hand you continued down the river but for a second you turned forward, a little surprised to see the icy pathway you’d been skating on was coming to a sudden drop.

“We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.

Fly with me and I will be your wings.”

Your boyfriend never faltered in his pace, not caring about the drop ahead. You didn’t either, you knew he had you.

Before you could grasp what was happening, Namjoon spun you around and pulled you close. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you looked into his enchanting blue eyes and suddenly the ground was no longer beneath you.

You were falling, but not for long as you watched these majestic wings appear behind your boyfriend. Your glorious ice prince, who shined brighter than the sun up above, as his wings carried you both through the sky.

You both never once stopped dancing, the sky your new rink as he easily spun you around. You never felt more out of your element yet at the same time couldn’t feel more comforted, it was a giant leap of faith you took, and he made sure to catch you with the warmest embrace.

You knew he would never let you go.

“Let me be your wings

Leave behind the world you know

For another world of wondrous things.

We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.

Fly with me and I will be your wings.

Anything that you desire,

Anything at all.

(Anything at all.)

Everyday I'll take you higher

And I'll never let you fall.

You will be me my wings

(Let me be your wings)

You will be my only love

Get ready for a world of wondrous things

(Wondrous things are sure to happen)

We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.

Heaven isn't too far.

Heaven is where you are,

Stay with me and let me (you) be your wings.”

You could hardly believe the sounds of the applause as you finally looked around to see everyone back in the college ice rink staring at you both, with smiles on their faces.

It was only then that you turned back to your boyfriend, a little confused about what just happened.

Did you just imagine that all? Why were they clapping?

Instead of saying anything, he just slightly pulled you to one of the exits of the rink. You honestly didn’t want him to either, you figured it was likely your imagination running ramped again, but as you stared at his broad back, you couldn’t help but notice the tiny bit of snow covering his sweater.

Despite it being white, the twinkles reminded you of the snowy forest you skated through in your fantasy.

What just happened?

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