( PROMPT: I was going through a rough night so instead of doing what we usually do, you made sure I was okay throughout the whole thing and was slow and reassuring and when morning comes I feel so conflicted. )
A/N: Y’all thirsty for friends-with-benefits Peter Parker so I have delivered. This was vaguely inspired by the incredible momosakaki-san’s drabble with fuck boi Peter (YES YES YES GIMME MORE). THANK YOU ALL FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN DOING HERE. AS A THANK YOU, I’VE WRITTEN A SIN-FILLED DRABBLE WITH PETER AND THE READER BEING FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS.
There’s something so comforting about her lips. It doesn’t matter if it’s a quick kiss goodbye or a slow and passionate good morning, the way her lips feel against mine is like nothing i’ve ever felt before. Kissing her is like coming home.
(Thank God there is one of these dedicated to my sweet blue boy THANK YOU <3) could I request something that seems rather mundane that turns 2D on?
A/N: you’re the sweetest ever! and of course! he deserves all the love!!! p.s. i kind of struggled with this one so i did more than one thing. i hope this is acceptable!! uwu
2D gets really hot and bothered whenever he sees his S/O stretching. lmaowhat. Especially when it’s the first thing in the morning and his S/O stretches and flexes all the muscles in their body and their face scrunches up, he can’t help feel a certain special way. usually leads into slow sensual morning sexy times.
He also gets really turned on when he sees his S/O doing their hair or playing with it. Especially if his S/O has long hair and wears it up or in a pony tail and their neck is suddenly completely exposed, he loses his mind.
Most of the time, anything his S/O does will turn him on, it just depends on the situation and the kind of mood he’s in. his S/O could be harvesting crops and he would be like “damn, that’s hot.”
this moment is the company of my pups, soft music, hot coffee, & vanilla yogurt topped with homemade granola + berries. it’s the comfort of my warm flannel, the sight of bare trees swaying politely with the wind, and the soothing sound of springtime birds. it’s simplicity and slowness, freshness + light – and I am feeling wholly awakened. wholly alive.
He wasn’t just a best friend in your eyes anymore, there was more than that. You weren’t his to begin with.
He found happiness with someone else. You dialed the familiar number, when he picked up the phone the first words coming out of your mouth was, “ I’m drunk,” you slurred, sitting against a brick wall.
“ I am just so dandy right now,” you continued.
“ Don’t go anymore, where are you?” he asks, concern behind his voice. You could hear a door open and close.
“ At a bar with neon light,” you tell him. “ You know the one with a fruit or a tree or whatever it is next to the A, you know? That one” you nodded your head smiling. “ The place where we had that kiss. The accident kiss.”
“ Stay there,” he says. “ I am coming to get you, don’t go anywhere else. Okay?”
“ Sure father,” you answered with sarcasm rolling your eyes. Kenny wasn’t just someone who broke your heart, you wanted to disconnect all connections from him. It’s only going to get worse and you know it.
When Kenny finds you, he sighs to himself watching as you down the familiar bottle of booze, jacket over one shoulder, you hair knotty to the side with make up smeared.
“ Time to go, “ he mumbles, taking the bottle from your hands and lips. “ No Kenny,” you grip on it, whining. “ I’m not done…”
“ Yes, you are,” he tells you and there is a slight change in his eyes and voice. He gets you up, and you can’t even form any words to tell him. Not a word was said as he pushes you into the cab he got out of, not even a word when he takes you back to your house. He takes the keys without a word from your purse helping you inside.
“ Go” he mutters opening the door. You turn to face him, scowling at him. Kenny just rolls his eyes as he gently pushes you inside.
“ Stop it,” you say glaring at him. Kenny shoots you a glare that could kill if it could, one of those looks that kinda scared you when he was like that. You stumble inside, “ Why do I have to go inside?”
“ Because I said so” he says, slightly his voice rising. He shuts the door behind the both of you, and stand there for a while in silence while he thinks of what to say to you. Why was he here with you? He had a girlfriend to get to.. that moment when you ran out, you left Kenny confused. Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t place what was wrong with you.
“ Kenny” you whimper. He sighs making his way over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, in between your eyebrows.
Your hands rest on his chest as he holds you in his arms.
“ I’m here Y/N, Kenny’s here”
A sob escapes your mouth as you bury your face in his neck, his arms wrap around you rubbing your back up and down to sooth you.
Kenny guide you to your room and he struggles with tugging your dress off, averting his eyes from time to time. You nearly fall back when he helps you out of the dress, stepping out of it.
“ Sit; he says, his hands holding the dress you had on. You sat on the bed, he leaned down slipping off your heels, standing back up and putting the dress over a chair and the heels by the door.
“ Okay..” he starts to say coming his way back over to you as he helps you get into bed, putting your legs to the side and pulling the covers over you. He watches as your eyes are glossy with fresh tears ready to spill. It breaks his heart to see you like this.
“ Stay,” you whisper to him.
Kenny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he stands there for a moment running a hand through his curls .
He misses being near you, he misses the way you used to look at him and how much time you spend with him.
Kenny shoulder sighs in defeat, a thin line appears on his lips as he looks down at you. At his best friend.
He slips in on the other side of you, leaning over.
You moved closer to him, burying your face in his shirt as your breathing slowed as you fell asleep feeling the warmth coming from him.
The next morning, when you open your eyes, there was no Kenny by your side. It felt like it was dream. But was it? You could still smell his scent next to you,grabbing the pillow that he must of laid down on taking whiff.
Yes, he was here. He took you home, didn’t yell at you. Things were changing, you can’t be around him. You had to cut him off from your life even if it’s the last memory you have with him.
This might be a bit heavy but: headcanons for the RFA ++ with a nonbinary mc on a day they just want to run into the hills and scream because on that day they are feeling super dysphoric and being misgendered all over the place? Feel free to choose how out MC is to the characters (from not even out to their partner to out to all of them and it's all coming from other people.) Sincerely, an anxious nb person who is to scared to come out to even people they know would be accepting.
hi there, anon! sorry this took a while, but thank you for trusting me with this request! i’ll try my best to do this right. and know that it’s alright that you’re not ready!! take all the time you need. how you feel is what’s important and you can come out whenever you feel ready. or if you don’t want to, you don’t have to! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
the rfa++ and i love you~ hope you like it!
they were really uncomfortable at first, especially with zen
it wasn’t entirely his fault since they never met before and seven introduced mc by what was on their records
so, yeah. the rfa had been misgendering them for a week now
thing is, mc never told them they were nonbinary
they knew it wouldn’t be a problem - they all knew seven was genderfluid and all of them were totally accepting
but they didn’t yet
and now they were on their way to zen’s house
they were glad for the chance to see him and cheer him up, but they weren’t prepared for the misgendering that was bound to happen
the worst part is that they were already feeling super dysphoric
maybe they’d tell him tonight….or maybe not
too late to think more about it, they pulled up to the house
zen opened the door, automatically smiling, “mc!”
maybe they wouldn’t
but then zen started calling them “princess” which was a really cute nickname, but it did not ease their dysphoria at all
it was on the roof that they broke
zen told them his life story, about how he felt about their connection
and about how “men are wolves, including me, and that he didn’t want to ruin a cute girl”
mc couldn’t handle it anymore and just went, “but im not a girl”
*cue zen’s confused stare* “what-” “i’m not a guy either, zen”
he’s relieved, but more confused. “what do you mean, mc?”
“i don’t- those terms-” *sigh* “i’m nonbinary. i don’t identify as either a girl or boy and being called one by all of you has been driving me crazy-”
zen takes their hand, “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry mc! we’ve been making you feel uncomfortable this entire time! you don’t have to tell the others if you don’t want to, but i promise i’ll still do my best to cheer you up.”
mc is kind of surprised
“oh, uh…do you use ‘they/them’ pronouns?”
mc is even more surprised, but nods
“alright, just making sure, love” immediately switches nicknames what a catch
he refers to them by their proper pronouns for the rest of the night, doesn’t use princess as a nickname anymore, and when he does mess up, he feels so bad and apologizes 10 times minimum
people knew mc was nonbinary, but the rfa didn’t know
the ‘but im not a girl’ option in the prologue? yeah.
so all this misgendering mc was really starting to get to them
they’ve thought of telling the rfa, but things have gotten so weird with zen breaking his ankle, to the stalker, plus the hacker
mc thought it wasn’t the right time
but one day, they couldn’t take it anymore
it was the day yoosung asked them to be his ‘pre-girlfriend’
they called him right after that
“oh, mc! i was just thinking about you..” he said, making mc smile
“hey, yoosung. i was thinking about you too. and i, uh, i have to tell you something”
“anything, mc.” “can you please not call me your girlfriend?”
oh wait. there might have been some misunderstanding there…
“oh…o-of course. i mean, now i’m kind of glad i asked in a ‘pre’ way..”
“no no no, i still want to date you, yoosung! that just came out wrong-”
“..then what did you mean?” “i meant, i don’t like the term ‘girlfriend’. i’m non-binary.”
there’s silence for a bit before yoosung speaks again
“you scared me! I thought I made the biggest mistake of my life!”
“oh my god, that’s not it at all!”
“of course i won’t call you my girlfriend! do you like ‘partner’ better? or…’date mate’?”
“hm..i’m not really sure, actually..”
“no no, i got one” “what is it, yoosung?”
“i’ll call you ‘my love’.”
today was not the day for this
the cafe was loaded today, it was one of their biggest days of the month!
but all these new customers meant all these people saying “thank you ma’am” and “hello miss!” to mc
which didn’t really get to them on a normal day, but they were already feeling the dysphoria since this morning
and it was really slowing their progress
which is how jaehee noticed something was wrong with them
she was walking over to ask mc about it when she heard the person they were serving speak, “have a nice day, ma’am!”
ah, that’s it.
during their break, jaehee pulls mc to the side and smiles. “let’s go outside, hun.”
mc nods and they go outside first
jaehee meets them with a pastry to share and two water bottles
“it’s busy today..” mc says, taking the water bottle from her
“it is. which is good for business..but not for you, huh?”
mc looks up at jaehee, who sits beside them
she leans over to kiss mc’s head
“i know you, sweetheart. do you want to take the rest of the day off?”
“jaehee, i can’t do that. and i can’t leave you, either.” “mc, we own the cafe. it’s alright. the others can handle the work.. you’ve trained them well”
mc smiles and the two go back inside, jaehee telling the staff they were going home. mc wasn’t feeling well. and they understand
as they walk out, one of the employees calls out to them, “feel better, mc! you amazing person!”
jaehee grins. mc feels a bit better already”
mc was terrified of telling jumin
he was so exposed to the press and they weren’t ready for the questions that were bound to come
but all of jumin’s staff - and jumin - kept calling them ‘she’ and ‘her’
and all of this misgendering was driving mc crazy
at this point, they wanted to yell at the staff members. but they didn’t deserve that
so they went to Elizabeth
“Elizabeth, do you think it’ll be such a big deal? will the press start more rumors? will jumin…i don’t know, change his mind about me?” they asked, petting Elizabeth
they got a ‘meow’ in return
“he would, wouldn’t he?” they sigh
“why would i change my mind about you?” jumin says and mc turns around
“honey-” “what’s wrong, mc?”
well now they have to spill. jumin won’t let this go
“….can i get a glass of wine first?”
jumin is actually more curious than anything
he asks a bunch of questions. about pronouns, if they’re really comfortable with all the dresses he bought them. what really makes them feel dysphoric, everything.
it ends well, but there’s still the press to worry about. though jumin says that’ll be a process. as for the staff, mc says they’re willing to come out to them
the next day, mc goes to the office with jumin. and they’re a reasonable distance away from jumin so he asks one of the workers
“can you call my spouse over here?” the worker is like, “…your wife, mr. Han?” “no, my spouse.”
mc hears him and smiles
707 / luciel / saeyoung
the door closed with a slam, followed by a loud groan from mc
saeyoung spun his chair around. “bad day, 606?”
they walk over to him and he stands up to be engulfed in their hug
“i’m tired of people calling me a girl.” they mumble into his shoulder
he smiles sadly and strokes their hair
“ah, one of those days.” he says
“yeah..I feel like just running and screaming it out, you know?”
“we could do that, you know.”
mc looks at him confused, but he’s dead serious
so they get in one of his cars and saeyoung drives them to a secluded place
they both get out of the car and saeyoung gestures to the empty field
“run and scream to your heart’s content, hun~”
they run to the middle of the field and just yell it out
“i wish people would stop misgendering me! i’m nonbinary, for christ’s sake!”
and they fall to sit on the ground
saeyoung walks over to them, clapping. he sits beside them
“you feel a little bit better?” they nod and move to put their head on his shoulder
“it sucks sometimes.” “you don’t need to be out now..you can be out whenever you’re ready. and we can start small.”
v / jihyun
they were out on a date, just walking around and stopping by whatever place caught their attention
and all kinds of people were misgendering mc.
they did when they bought something, were welcomed into the store, leaving the store.
and mc was trying to have fun with jihyun, but all this was getting to them
they kept moving closer to jihyun, their dysphoria growing
he noticed pretty quickly and pulled them to whisper in their ear
“let’s go home, angel.”
when they get home, mc sighs. “i’m sorry, jihyun”
“there’s nothing to apologize for, i want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“but you can’t go up to everyone who talks to me, love”
“i can if i try hard enough.”
“but for now…i can make you a cup of tea and tell you how much i love you. that you’re the most wonderful person i know…”
mc starts blushing. “V-” “yes, my nonbinary angel?”
“jihyun-” “just you watch, my love”
he keeps true to his word, with mc’s consent of course, and tells everyone who talks to mc
“ah, there she is. rfa’s princess.” he says, after breaking through the window
mc visibly winces
“don’t worry. i won’t hurt you..for now. i’m here to take you to paradise.”
“no, that’s not it at all, look-”
lmao mc isn’t even scared
“what?-” saeran starts to ask
“can you maybe not…refer to me as a princess? and not use ‘she’ pronouns?”
saeran blinks. “what?”
“i’m nonbinary.” “….can you explain that?”
they end up having a talk in the apartment instead of saeran taking them anywhere
and saeran learned a lot. he understands, asks questions, and makes sure he’s getting their pronouns right
“…have you told the rfa?” “….no”
“i’m sure they’ll listen.” “weren’t you supposed to take me somewhere?”
he stands up and shrugs. “I can come back. give you time to think about if you want to tell them first.”
mc decides to test him a bit. “come back for rfa’s ‘princess’?”
saeran smiles and shakes his head. “no…I’ll come back for rfa’s savior”
Mornings were always so soft. His arm was always slung around your waist and he’d press a kiss to your shoulder, making you smile and turn around to hug him in your sleep. You never actually moved in with Yixing, but you slept over so much that past month that it seemed like it. As the days progressed, so did your friendship, as you still called it.
He’d never push though. Every time you were with him he’d ask about your relationship, and you’d only shrug and look away, not really sure of anything. Physically you were very willing to keep this relationship alive, but you weren’t sure if you trusted him with a romantic relationship.
You’d never exactly seen him in one really. It was always some girl who wanted to have sex or another girl who wanted to have sex but never someone he wanted in his life for a longer period of time.
As the days went by, he’s continue to ask, his voice wavering slightly as if he were a nervous high schooler asking a girl out to prom. When you didn’t answer, a tight smile would form on his lips and he’d nod, as if he understood why you were so skeptical.
Still, mornings remained soft, as if you guys didn’t have any problems or questions. That morning he sat up against the headboard with his eyes closed and his fingers lightly threaded through your hair as you pressed kisses across his toned stomach. You looked up for a moment to see a lazy grin spread onto his face as you continues peppering kisses below his naval.
You felt his hand move down to your shoulder, grabing you under the arm to tug you upward. You looked up again questioningly, but he only tuged at you arms again and you moved up his body to straddle his waist, your hands resting on his shoulders.
“Don’t spoil me in the morning,” he muttered, his hands moving to your waist. He pulled you closer so he could brush his lips against your exposed collarbone, and you let your hands run down his bare chest as he kissed your skin. As your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers, you felt him chuckle softly, “What did I just say about spoiling me?”
You hummed in reply, your fingers playing with the skin above his boxers as he continued to press kisses up your neck and to your jaw. “Now you’re spoiling me,” you teased, and you felt him smile against you, nipping your neck.
Then you felt the first stinging bite, his tongue swiping over the sensitive area as his teeth grazed you again. You gasped and slowly grinded your hips into his, making him stop his minstrations and pull away, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands slid from your waist to your hips and he urged them on, pushing them back and forth against him. His eyes closed again and a groan escaped from his lips, making you grind faster into him. You could feel him get harder under you as his hands pushed your hips back and forth.
Suddenly your world spun and you landed on your back on the bed with Yixing on top of you, his hands still grasping your hips. Your large sleeping shirt had moved up on its own and your underwear and stomach were exposed, making Yixing smile down at you.
You felt his finger toy with your clothed slit as his head moved down to plant butterfly kisses against your stomach. Your hands reached down to yank at his boxers and he complied, helping you push them down so his erection could spring free.
He pulled your panties aside, his finger sliding up your wet core and making you moan as his head moved back up so his lips could meet yours. His morning kisses were soft yet deep, letting you feel his tongue play with yours. It was slow and hot and wet.
His morning sex was even slower and hotter and wetter.
As one of his hands kept you panties pushed aside, the other guided his length to your folds, brushing up against them softly. You whimpered, pushing your hips up and urging him to go faster. He only chuckled, breaking the deep kiss to brush your lips gently as he spoke, “Babe, stop making me want to go slower.” His lips continued to brush yours softly and you moaned in exasperation, and he grinned against you as he teased your folds. “I can go slower you know.”
You whined as you felt his tip spread the wetness at your core at an even slower pace. Since day one he’d done this to you. You knew what he could do to girls but he never did any of that to you even when you wanted more. He was always slow and gentle with his teasing and even when he did bite and suck it wasn’t nearly enough. You knew exactly what Yixing was capable of doing to you, but he only continued to tease you to the point of madness.
“Please,” you moaned, looking up at him as your lips formed a pout. He seemed to give in to you neediness because you finally felt him enter you, slowly stretching your insides as you gasped beneath him. As he started thrusting, his movements became more erratic and his lips pressed against yours again, harder this time. Your hands moved to run up his bare chest and around to claw at his back, urging him to go faster.
He groaned into your mouth, keeping his pace as you felt yourself build. You closed your eyes, finally feeling yourself let go and tighten around him. With two more thrusts you felt him twitch inside you and he rode out his high.
His lips were still attatched to yours as he moved to lie down next to you, his hands moving up to pet your hair as you kissed him. His hard lips softened back down to that slow pace, and he pulled away, his breathing audible.
You opened your eyes to see him watching you, his eyes half closed and his lips wet and shining. His hand was still in your hair as the other wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. As your breathing evened out the room was plunged into silence, and you knew the question was coming. It always came at calm, peaceful times like this. You waited, hearing Yixing let out a hot breath before he finally spoke.
“Why does the idea of me being your boyfriend bother you so much?”
You felt your heartbeat quicken. This was new. He’d never done this. Why would he ask that? It was always some sweet version of him asking where the relationship stands or how you felt about him romantically but this wasn’t at all what you expected.
Looking up into his face you saw the tired look in his eyes. The look that meant he wanted some form of an answer already. The look that wondered why you were there. You blinked, your mouth opening to respond but no words coming out.
He sighed, releasing your from his grasp to rub his the back of his neck, continuing, “Are you that scared? I mean, I like the sex, don’t get me wrong, but I thought you’d want a relationship. I want a relationship.” His last statement came out as an exhausted whisper, and you looked down, away from his tired eyes. “I’m not going to…do you think I’d cheat or something?”
“You’ve just…been with a lot of people,” you spoke carefully, trying to choose your words. “I mean I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want you to get bored of me or something.”
“Bored of you? No…No I like you,” he blurted, breaking his cool facade. “I-I’ve been here with you for a month when I used to sleep with a different girl every night, and you think I’m-I’m bored of you?”
The borderline disgust was evident in his voice as he spoke, and you looked up again to see his face twisted into an upset grimace. You opened your mouth to speak again but you were at a loss for words, and as the minutes went by you struggled to figure out exactly what you were trying to say and exactly why you didn’t want to be with him.
You heard his voice again, and it was softer this time. He was calm, and that scared you. “Hey,” he murmured, shifting on the bed to reach for the nightstand, grabbing something small off of it. “I don’t know what you want. I’ve been with a lot of people and I can see why you wouldn’t like that. But I’ve been inviting you over for weeks now, hoping you’d actually want something different. Not just sex.”
He pulled your hand towards his, dropping the metal object into your palm. You stared at the key in your hand and choked out, “What’s this for?”
Yixing turned, laying flat on his back and covering his eyes with his arm. He sighed, “It’s a key to the apartment. You can come back whenever, I don’t mind. I’ll always sleep with you if that’s what you want.” You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and you waited for him to speak. He didn’t.
“You-you don’t want me to stay?” you stuttered, your hand closing around the cool metal of the key as your heart began to race, the anxiety of the situation taking over.
You heard his deep intake of breath and you watched his lips move to slowly let out the air before he spoke, his voice still dangerously calm, “Babe, I don’t think you want to stay. I might get bored of you.”
His happy and caring tone had disappeared entirely. You watched as he stayed there, his arm still covering his eyes and you felt your heart drop. You blinked back tears as you stood from the bed, grabing whatever clothes you could find and walking out the door.
Imagine waking up in the morning to your boyfriend, Newt, and he has this husky voice that turns you on so... EARLY MORNING SEX WITH NEWT!!
Okay this gives me heart pains, because we all know that morning sex with Newt would be so gentle and slow. Like I just feel that in the mornings Newt is all cuddly and gentle, not to mention horny af. So the moment you wake up, he will start whispering “good morning angel”, because lets face it he would just KNOW that his husky morning voice turns you to know end. Like the boy could be talking about math and it would turn you on cause that thick, slow husky voice first thing does things to your core, like damn. Then to just put you over the edge, so he can then tell the boys you BEGGED him for morning sex if they ask, he would start leaving little kisses on your neck, and nibbling your ear lobe while his hand slowly moved over EVERY INCH OF YOUR BODY, except your dripping wet center, because he can’t have you cumming just yet because it has to be slow, and gentle, and FUCK.
Anyway the actual sex would be mind blowing good. Like, this boy can do things with his body that turns you into a puddle of goo beneath him. Since it was so early though he would barely able to hold himself up, so like he would pressed right against you, like you can feel every inch of his body pressed against yours, which lets face it would be HEAVEN because who doesn’t want to feel every damn inch of that boys body all over them? Back to the topic at hand, he would just be going so slow. Because yes he is horny af, but like right now, it’s just about you, so he wants to make sure that you feel AMAZING. So he would be soft and gentle, and whispering little “I love you”s between soft moans, because he NEEDS you to know that. And if he came before you, he would then eat you out like you were his last meal on this earth. Like he would go between soft, slow and gentle, to just devouring your center.
Once you were both satisfied and had come down for the high, he would just hold you against his chest, which would be sweaty from the mind blowing sex, and play with your hair while listing off why you are the most amazing and important person/thing that ever happened to him. And FOR FUCKS SAKE SOMEONE GET ME A NEWT GOD DAMN IT