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slvttyplum · 4 months

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✮ dishes breaking | satoru gojo

synopsis: your man finally comes back home from a long trip, there’s gonna be some dishes breaking.

contents: dirty talk, lowercase spelling, dishes breaking, smut.

inspired by: breaking dishes- rihanna

satoru’s arrival was long-awaited; you were pacing around the kitchen, waiting for your man to come home from his month-long trip.

it’s felt like years; the first week was okay, but then it just felt so different and empty without him.

his laughing, him complimenting your cooking, his sweet treat trips, his vanilla scent, his glossy lips, and his credit card.

the keys to the front door were jingling, and your ears perked up like a puppy waiting for its owner.

there he was in all his glory, a beanie on, sweatpants and a sweatshirt, wheeling in his suitcase.

before he could even get into the house good enough, you ran into his arms, his arms immediately embracing you.

he leans back, lifting you up off the ground, and you wrap your legs around his hips, his scent immediately entering your nose.

“ugh god, you smell so good; i hate you.” your arms squeezing around him so tight, and his are doing the same.

you look at him and take in his face, his nose red from the heat radiating off of you, his eyes still blue as ever, and his smooth white skin.

pressing your forehead against his, you push your lips against his soft, glossy ones.

after a couple of pecks, you lean back, and he fake-humps you, bouncing you up and down.

“missed you so fucking much.” he leans in, whispering in your ear and placing a kiss on your cheek.

you lean in, pressing your cheek against his, warming him up. “missed you too," mumbling against him.

he walks inside, taking one hand off of you, dragging his bag inside, and kicking the door closed with his foot.

not hesitating to immediately put his hand into your cheek, diving in for a kiss. the kiss was deep and passionate.

his lips moving in sync with yours as the taste of each other's chapstick sneak into your mouths, making the kiss sweeter.

satoru wastes no time walking to the closest place he can sit you down, that being in the kitchen.

his hand slides from your cheek down to your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

taking that as a sign, you hold onto him tightly with one hand and take the other, lifting up your shirt, and he pulls one of your arms out.

the kiss is still going, now mixing your saliva together as his slick tongue swirls around in your mouth.

his tongue sliding out every few seconds to give a wet, sloppy kiss, little saliva love strings connecting the two of you.

walking into the kitchen, his eyes slide over the counter with a few dishes in patterns, and he flips you down on an empty spot.

of course you don’t notice; you’re too into this. you missed him so much, aching for him every minute of the day and him doing the same.

disconnecting the kiss again, he places both of his hands on both sides of you and just stares, a grin appearing on his face.

your shirt halfway off and your panties soaked, even when he’s just grinning like an idiot, he looked so damn good.

time couldn’t wait; you don’t know when he would have to go ahead.

your legs lift up and wrap around his hips again, pulling him in. your ass scooting off the counter a little bit as you lean in to kiss him.

his sweet taste eluding on your tongue again, his hand pulling off one side of your shirt, then going to take the whole thing off, disconnecting the kiss.

those crystal blue eyes staring back at you again—you missed looking at them so much, even though they were slightly terrifying.

“wanna show how much you missed me?” satoru whispers out, his voice running through your ears like a waterfall.

a lump in your throat forming as he drops your shirt on the floor, staring at your breasts in your bra.

his hands reach out as he leans in, pushing his body against yours, creating a tiny, empty space between the two of you.

smiling, you touch his chest, pressing the bulky sweatshirt against him.

you laugh to yourself, playfully rolling your eyes and sighing annoyed.

“if this is going to take forever, i don’t want to do it.” satoru immediately stops what he’s doing and leans back, looking at your face.

his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth twisted, but his expression quickly softened when he saw that fake look you always have on your face.

he immediately leans back into you, unclasping. your bra and quickly leans down, sliding down your pants and panties together.

before you can even respond, he grabs his sweatshirt and immediately pulls it off, leaving on his white wife beater.

your hands go to his sweatpants to pull them down, but he slaps them off, a sly smirk on his face.

“shouldve kept your mouth shut.” his voice deep as he takes both of his hands, spreading your thighs and pushing your knees up.

“put your feet up there.” his tone was demanding, wondering if you should try to be bratty, but you’re way too horny for games, so you comply.

satoru gets right in front of you; his body is so close that it’s making you feel like this is the first time.

pulling down his sweats and briefs, his long dick popping out and hitting his stomach, happy to finally be freed but also happy to see you.

your mouth is salivating at the sight, but you have to keep cool.

“happy to see me, hm?” your body becoming more aware of what’s happening, sending tingles throughout you, and warming you up.

“always.” he replies, taking his shaft in his hand and lining up with you, carefully and slowly sliding inside you, his face leaning closer and placing a kiss on your lips.

his whole length is now inside you, taking all of you in as you clench around him. the cold air brushing against your nipples makes them even harder.

“your pussy been waiting for me, hm?” his voice was softer than earlier, making him even sexier. the walls of your pussy pulsing from his voice.

all you could do was nod, but satoru knew you could do better than that. the first day back, and you’re acting shy? no can do sweetheart.

he reaches out and grabs your jaw, leaning in so you’re forehead to forehead and nose to nose.

“use your words; i taught you how.” his voice is now back deep, making you salivate on his shaft.

gulping you out on a condensed smile and answering back to him, “mhm, who knows, maybe i was waiting for someone else.”

that bitchy snap back, making him scoff, tighten his grip on your jaw, and pound into you, causing the dishes to rattle against each other.

“do you think talking back is going to make me fuck you harder?” his hips pulling back, then slapping back into you again, your heels almost slipping off the counter.

the cloth of his shirt pressing against you, making you even more aroused and needy for him.

“i do; that’s why i said it.” you hips pushing back into his, making his dick go deeper, almost kissing that spot you ached for and craved to be touched for weeks.

his jaw clenches as he looks deep into your beautiful eyes—the eyes that he’s imagined in so many ways while he was gone.

his pace was only getting faster, and he was hoping he wouldn’t finish too fast.

one last stroke, and he finally hit your sweet spot, arousal shooting through your spine as your back arches and your hands spread behind you, accidentally knocking a plate off.

“oh shit.” you try to turn your head, but satoru has a tight grip on your jaw.

“don’t pay attention to that; pay attention to me.” he says pushing deeper inside you, your legs quivering and your toes curling.

the pleasure deep inside you is boiling over. you’ve been aching for this, but it felt too good, and he knew it.

“hm? you don’t like it?” he fake pouted, pushing his lips into yours and pulling out halfway, then in fully.

his lips disconnecting from your lips once more, your legs still quivering, and your breathing pattern getting inconsistent.

you shake your head, wanting to say something, anything, but nothing comes out but a whimpering, pathetic moan.

satoru pushes into you again, holding the position once more and placing a kiss on your lips, looking at you.

“breathe… you know how to take it.” his voice soft, making your stomach drop, or, so you thought, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

your cunt is squeezing his cock so tight it can break off; those words sending every single pleasurable feeling through your bones.

the feeling of butterflies still flying through your stomach at his words, he slides out of you again once you unclench, then thrusts into you again.

your back arching, but his second thrust sends your body back, falling on the counter, dishes moving every which way, and some falling.

your head turning, trying to see where the dishes are falling, but satoru’s hand is still gripped on your jaw.

“pay attention to me and how good you feel.” his jaw immediately clenches when he feels his body starting to jolt.

an overwhelming amount of pleasure seething in his lower stomach, riding through to his shaft, the veins on his dick pulsing.

his eyes were still locked on yours, trailing over every feature of your face, making it harder for him to hold it in.

your stomach is sucking in and out every second, trying to hold in and savor every piece of pleasure he’s giving you.

a lump forming in the middle of your throat as your eyes roll back, trying to focus on something else so you can stay in this moment.

satoru’s hand unclenches from your jaw and moves to your chest, just rubbing it for a few seconds, taking in how soft it is.

“the dishes," you let out. the only thing that came to mind was the fine, expensive china rattling on the counter and taking turns topping over the edge.

satoru shakes his head, letting out light shushing noises that are still rubbing your chest, and your legs are now collapsing over the edge of the counter.

his other hand grabbing one leg and traveling up to your thigh, holding and gripping it; that expression plastered on his face, making him gulp.

“good god… look at you; you’re doing just a good job.” his words of encouragement travel through your ears and down your spine.

even if they sounded like innocent words of encouragement from your partner, they had a sinister, nasty undertone, causing you to tremble and tighten around him.

your body jolting once more as his final thrust sends you over the edge, a dish or two topping over and the knot in your stomach falling.

quickly sliding out of you from the tightness of your cunt, he slides his length on top of your pussy releasing.

his warm cum setting on top of you, your eyes relaxing back into its original state, and your body easing up into the cold surface.

your once-warm body is feeling the coolness of your surroundings once again, satoru still staring at that beautiful face of yours.

“wanna break a couple more dishes?” a smirk lingering on his lips as he leans down.

hmm… why not?

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

This is for the anon who requested something along the lines of “Can you do a quick drabble of Megumi and his gf where he’s extra sensitive to getting horny because they’ve been apart” I don’t remember it exactly but I accidentally deleted the ask :(. So hopefully you see this!!!

Minors MDNI. Aged up Megumi. Third year students. But also only highly suggestive nothing full on.

“Can you please stop doing that?” Megumi's annoyance was palpable, as he looked at you with a stern expression out of the corner of his eye. His stoic demeanor usually made it difficult to read his emotions, but this time it was clear that he was bothered. You had just left Toge's birthday dinner, which Megumi had practically dragged you out of before anyone could even order dessert. You sat in silence, wondering what you could have done to upset him.

"Doing what?" you ask, perplexed. You couldn't imagine that merely sitting next to him in the passenger seat was causing him such a level of frustration.

"This," Megumi motions to your hand, which was currently rubbing the uppermost part of his thigh. "You've been doing it all night, all through dinner, and now."

You quickly extract your hand, feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Am I not allowed to touch you?" you snap back in annoyance. Your hands were always glued to him, or laced in his, almost like your relationship depended on it. Showing affection through touch was second nature to you.

"No-yes-I mean...ugh, never mind," Megumi stutters out. You shoot him a curious glance, trying to piece together what he could be thinking. Until a sudden realization hits you.

“Oh are you getting all flustered by my hand on your thigh? Didn’t realize it took so little to get you all hot and bothered babe.” you tease playfully. Throughout your time with Megumi, understanding his arousal had become easier. But there were moments when it was still challenging to read him. Despite your intimate moments together, he still hesitated at times.

Megumi denies feeling flustered, but his excitement proves otherwise. It had been two weeks since you saw him, and he couldn't resist the sight of you. “I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks, you’re rubbing all over me…at dinner, and you had to wear that tonight” he says motioning to your outfit. You had chosen your outfit carefully for him - a black mini skirt with sheer black tights, a green sweater to match his favorite color on you, and knee-high black boots. It was cold outside, but you braved it and dressed to impress. Two weeks away? You wanted to look hot. He said as much when he picked you up “Wow. You look so damn pretty.”

"Ahh shit. Baby did I give you a boner" You tease, noticing your boyfriend's cheeks flush with color. You couldn't deny that the past two weeks without him had been torturous. Megumi had gone on back-to-back solo missions, and it was the longest you had been apart from each other. While Nobara and Yuuji had tried their best to keep you company and occupy your mind, your thoughts always drifted back to Megumi, and how much you missed him.

"I-why- I mean, damn, sometimes you're so annoying, you know?" He didn't sound annoyed, mad, or even irritated. His response seemed more like embarrassment or hesitation. It was clear from his voice that he was flustered, despite his attempt to deny it. It seemed that he was not immune to being flustered by you, regardless of what he claimed.

“Gumi, baby it’s not like I’ve never made you hard before. I’m sorry it happened at dinner though. I just miss you so much , and I miss touching you.” you explain, giving his arm a gentle pat. With a giggle, you add “It’s almost impossible for me not to touch you”

“I know. It’s just weird in public I guess. I’m sorry I snapped at you.” he admits, sounding apologetic. "By the way, I missed you too... so much. And, you look so god damn pretty.” he adds, gazing over at you with a look of hunger in his deep blue eyes against the backdrop of night. Despite his resolve, he couldn't resist the urge to want you badly.

“Thanks Gumi.You’re so sweet sometimes you know that?” You say as he pulls into the parking lot of the school dorms. You collect your things stepping out of the car, closing the door behind you.

“If it helps, once we get inside we can go to your dorm and I’ll make it all up to you.” you say, using you’re sultry seductive voice. He interlocks his fingers with yours and practically drags you inside, eager to pursue everything he had been thinking about doing with you all night long.

#megumi fushiguro #megumi imagine #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #megumi x y/n #megumi drabbles #fushiguro megumi #megumi fluff #megumi smut #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumi jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro x reader

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jungwnies · 11 months

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✰ syn ’ safe for work a-z boyfriend for jay park ✰ pairing ’ boyfriend!jay x gn!reader

requested!

a ⋆ affection - how affectionate are they?

very

very extremely affectionate

he's always touching you

always holding your hand

he likes to fiddle with your fingers

or he likes to play with your hair

he just loved being around you

and he tells you he loves you like all the damn time

b ⋆ bonding - how often do they bond with you?

whenever he has the chance to

he is always trying to hang out with you

tells you he misses you after 2 minutes of being apart tbh

he's so clingy but it's not overly clingy so it's okay

he always bonds with you

he will sit in a room with you and just do his own thing

as long as you guys are together everything is okay

c ⋆ communication - do they keep in touch with you when they're away?

uhhh duh

he literally sneaks his phone during events just to text you

buys airplane wi-fi just to be able to contact you

he is DEDICATED to being with you even if it's through some pixels on a screen

he will always keep in touch

communication is extremely important with jay i can't even express how important it is

d ⋆ dates - how often do they set up a date for you two?

all the time

he's always taking you out to eat tbh

his love language is litrally acts of service

he loves doing things for you

especially taking you on dates and seeing you get all dressed up for him

it literally makes him weak in the knees tbh

bro is ready to give everything up for you

e ⋆ essential - what is the thing that is important to them?

family and his members

in the beginning his relationship wasn't as important to him

but once he knew you guys were going to last he started to prioritize you more

basically you're family to him, his wife/husband, duh?

but he values his relationships more than anything!

f ⋆ friends - how did the friendship start?

you guys just kinda met through a mutual friend tbh and got close

your friends did not expect you and jay to get along and when they found out you guys liked eachother?

they were literally so shocked

g ⋆ gross - what is the thing he hates in your relationship?

he hates fighting

he's a very expressive person

and when he fights he tends to raise his voice

and he does not like raising his voice at you

so he tries not to argue with you

and when you pick petty arguments with him it really makes him upset because he hates fighting over stupid shit

h ⋆ hugs - do they like hugs? how do they feel?

yes

he loves hugging you

his hugs aren't big

but they are so tight

he's basically trying to squeeze you till you pop tbh

they are very comforting when you two are cuddling in bed especially though

i ⋆ intercourse - how are they during intercourse?

he's good

he's very loving

very domestic

very vanilla

literally loves missionary

just loves being close and intimate with you

it never gets old though

j ⋆ jealousy - how jealous do they get?

very

oh my god

his temper is so bad

so ofc he's gonna get jealous

why is jay lowkey a toxic jealous..

just very possessive over you

does NOT want another guy looking at you tbh

he will have murder on his mind if a guy looks a second too long

k ⋆ kiss - how good are they at kissing?

good

he loves kissing you

always kissing your neck or your shoulder

and steals a kiss from you every time you turn your head towards him

l ⋆ love - how do they show their love to you?

through acts of service of course

and physical touch

AND gift giving

he loves spoiling you, taking you out to dinner, taking you on trips

he just loves it ugh

m ⋆ mad - how often do you argue?

sometimes you guys clash

a little more often than some others

but that doesn't change how much he loves you

like i said, avoid petty arguments

he doesn't enjoy them, and i hope you don't either

n ⋆ naughty - how do they deal with you annoying them?

they just

don't

he ignores it

but sometimes he laughs

okay i lied

he always laughs

he doesn't get annoyed

he just thinks you're so cute trying to annoy him

o ⋆ open - how often do they open up to you?

he's very open with you

always having gossip sesh's with him

tells you all the hybe tea tbh

literally tells you all his problems

and even the members go to you for advice

he's very open <;/3

p ⋆ pet names - how are they with pet names?

babe, prince(ss), love, honey, sweetheart

he's not a baby person

never calls you by your name

always calls you by the pet name he picks for you

q ⋆ quiet - silent treatment?

he doesn't give you the silent treatment

if there is a problem you guys ARE going to talk about it

there is no avoiding anything in this relationship

even though he has a short temper, he will always talk things out with you

his communication skills are extremely good

r ⋆ ramble - how often do they talk about you to others?

all the time

but not in a bragging manner

just in the manner that's like "oh y/n and i did this" a few days ago

nothing that's privacy invading

just what you guys did or have planned to do

but he will never fail to mention at least a few times how amazing you are to him

and he is so glad he has you

s ⋆ soft - how soft are they to you?

he hates being soft with you tbh

but like only in joking way

he loves you a lot

he just tries to ignore the fact he does enjoy being the little spoon

but he gives in when you're laying in bed with him

but he will never openly admit that tbh

t ⋆ think - what reminds them of you?

food and music

if he sees your favorite food his mind traces back to you immediately

or if he sees something you really like to eat he will buy it for you and bring it to you

he also listens to music that reminds him of you

usually ballads

u ⋆ unhappy - what makes them break if you break up with them?

the fact he believed you were his one true love

he didn't believe in soulmates in the beginning but when he met you

he suddenly did

ugh he is a sucker for you

and everything would break him

he will literally be #broken

v ⋆ vacation - how are they with long distance relationships?

he's so awful with this

but he copes because he keeps a picture of you in his wallet tbh

he wears it's his lucky charm

and he texts you or calls you like every second of the day

even when you're asleep

you will wake up to like 600 messages from him tbh

w ⋆ wholesome - the sweetest thing they ever did to you?

there's too many times he's sweet with you

but probably when he went all out for valentine's day

literally so many roses and flowers

and he bought you outfits to wear

took you out to the fanciest places

and bought you the most meaningful gifts

the way i'd literally sell my soul just to be with him

x ⋆ extra headcanon

let's bffr

if you guys live together

jay will always say good morning to you

even if you're sleeping

he leaves you a note on the nightstand

and he always kisses your forehead before he leaves to go to work

y ⋆ young and beautiful - (how long does it last?)

it lasts a really long time

i can see it being long term and ending

or just lasting forever

i think if you broke up it would be so sad

so how about, we just scratch that idea and you guys never break up ofc

wedding planning starts now

z ⋆ zzz - how do they sleep with you?

jay does NOT like being coddled when he's sleeping

he will cuddle with you before he sleeps

but when he's actually ready to sleep he likes his space

he's a deep sleeper, so it'll be hard to get him off of you if he falls asleep cuddling you

so let's just avoid that

2022 © jungwnies thanks for reading! reblogs & likes are appreciated!

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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Jack Harlow: “ You’re kind of sexy when you’re mad.”

You were passing through the hallway by Jack's office, when the tone of his voice stopped you in your tracks. You peeked your head in the doorway, Jack's back turned toward you as he sat at his desk on the phone.

"Well, that's literally what I'm paying you to do. Are you telling me I shouldn't be?" He let out an exasperated sigh, running his fingers through his messy curls. "'cause at this point, I'm ready to fire anyone that isn't doing their fuckin' job."

It was unusual for Jack to be visibly frustrated, he was very good and remaining calm in difficult situations, and very rare that he would talk that way to any member of his team, so you knew it had to be serious.

"I told you I'd do the tour on the condition that the dates are flexible, and I'm looking at the schedule, you have me booked around pretty much every major holiday and one of my daughter's birthdays. Tell me how that's okay, John?" He leaned back in his chair, catching you out of the corner of his eye, and waiving you into the room. You shuffled over to the leather armchair, tucking your feet underneath you as you sat down.

"No. No, I don't want to have another meeting until you figure this out. " He ended the call, tossing his phone across the desk.

"Sounds like the tour prep is going well", you gave him a cheeky smile, Jack flaring his nostrils in frustration. "There isn't gonna be a fuckin' tour if everyone can't get their shit together." His tone was laced with anger, his jaw flexing as his phone started to ring again. You could see the rage flash in his blue eyes, his body starting to tense up.

"Are you gonna answer that?" You were pushing his buttons to lighten the mood and get him out of his own head, but it wasn't working. He turned his phone off, shoving it in his pocket. "Stop it. I'm not in the mood." He looked over at you, his face softening as he realized he was taking his frustrations out on an innocent party. "Please. I'm stressed enough."

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. What's the problem?" Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, starting to feel an oncoming headache. "Do you know where my glasses are?" You directed him to the bottom drawer of his desk, where you always put a pair of his glasses so he could easily find them. He slipped them on, rapidly blinking as his vision adjusted.

"They booked me to do two shows back to back, and one of them is on B's birthday." He turned to his computer to go through the schedule.

"Ok, we'll celebrate her birthday in whatever city it is. The girls love traveling to see you, and you know they love spending the night in a fancy hotel." You shrugged, offering him a simple solution. "And, I've got a performance scheduled for Thanksgiving, so we can't go to your parent's house this year."

"Thank god, I really didn't wanna go anyway." You let out a small giggle, hoping it would make Jack at least crack a smile, but he was stone faced. "Can you stop doing that?" He narrowed his eyes at you. "Doing what?"

"Offering solutions to my problems. I'm trying to be pissed right now." You could see that his resolve was weakening, so you stood, taking a seat on his lap, your hand finding the curls at the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay. How about this?" You scrunched your face up tight, pretending to be upset. "Jack how dare you miss your daughter's birthday due to a situation completely out of your control?" Jack scoffed, a smile finally breaking on his face.

"Better?" You grabbed at his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Better", he mumbled against your mouth, puckering his lips to signal he wanted another kiss.

"Jack, whatever we have to do to make the tour work, we'll do, okay? I know how important it is to you." You rose to your feet, grabbing his hands and interlacing your fingers. "Ugh, I guess. Sorry for being a jackass."

"Its okay, I know you didn't mean it. Besides, you're kind of sexy when you're mad." You admitted, biting at your bottom lip. "Damn, does yelling turn you on? Cause I can yell", Jack chuckled, pulling you back into his lap. "Oh, I know. Its not the yelling, its just how in charge you sounded over the phone." You pushed the curls around his face back, your eyes glazing over with lust.

Jack frantically pulled his phone out. "You wanna listen to me fire someone? I'll do it right now." You giggled, kissing his forehead and standing up to walk out of the room.

"Babe, I'm serious. Just say the word."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Aged up Dave Lizewski x reader (they're friends) were she's a villain and her dad is a bionics specialist so she has bionic abilities and her and kick-ass fight but they both get seriously injured and the next day everyone meets up at the comic store and you both noticed familiar scratches/cuts so you decide to talk about it privately but instead of getting mad you geek over eachother and end up becoming closer.

@caloetta So I changed it a little bit while keeping the same general idea. I hope you still like it.

Pairing: Post-Grad!Dave Lizewski x Villain!Reader

Warnings: Bruising & Battering, Knife Injury, Language

a/n: I had to dip into the Wiki because I could remember a lot about the character, but not as much as I thought lol

Send me requests and prompts here!

He caught on early that you didn't know. Beyond the mask and the sleek bionic bodysuit, he could see the telltale quirk in your eyebrow and the way you flexed your right hand in frustration.

He wanted to believe that calling your name would end the fight. But he knew your father. He knew that you didn't have a choice. It was either kill or be killed with him, and Dave was absolutely not going to kill you.

He also didn't want to die. So he had to whip out the unexpected third option: tire you out, deflect, and run like a little bitch. He felt himself getting pummeled as he blocked each of the extremely painful punches you landed onto his forearms and legs.

"Fight back!" You grunted in anger, throwing another blocked right hook, "God damn it, fight back!"

He noticed your moves getting sloppy as you struggled to understand where the fight was going. You knew he was holding back, and he knew you had something to prove. He saw an opening and took it, kicking you square in the chest and across the room. You hit a pillar and fell to the ground, struggling to get the air back into your lungs.

"Mother...fuck..." you gasped, coughing.

Worried that you were seriously injured, Dave took a step towards you with raised hands, "I'm sorry, I had to--UGH!"

A large knife flew across the room, burying itself deep in the palm of his hand with expert precision, missing every single important tendon but still deep enough to cause a LOT of bleeding.

"Gotcha, you piece of shit." You groaned, rolling over onto your back in exhaustion. Despite the protection the suit gave you, you were still new to this. It was no wonder your father let you practice the tech on someone like him. After all, who was Kick-Ass in the grand scheme of things? Low-level street vigilante? Just some guy?

He took a deep breath and pulled the knife out, letting out a string of slurred vulgarities. The knife had an intricate design on the flat of the blade, with your initials etched in just above the fancily designed handle. It looked like it was a gift from your father.

"Whoa, this is nice."

Your suit hummed as it examined your vitals and whirred to repair any damage. You grunted, "Please, shut the fuck up and go before I murder you."

His stomach flipped when you showed up for work at the shop two days later, holding your ribs and walking with a slight limp. He immediately felt the rush of guilt for kicking you into a concrete pillar, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. The bandage wrapped around his hand and the stitches underneath were punishment enough. As you leaned up against a shelf of comics to collect yourself, you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

"You look like garbage," you said. And then he saw the smile creeping up on your lips when you glanced at his bandaged hand, "Whose little sister beat your ass?"

There was a beat of silence between you as he tried to figure out if you were messing with him or not.

"The same one that beat yours, apparently," he quirked an eyebrow and you briefly matched his expression before dragging your feet to the counter. You leaned in close to him, conspiratorially.

"I want my knife back," you whispered.

He shrugged nonchalantly, peeking over your shoulder to watch the customers mill through the aisles, "I feel like you should've thought about that before throwing it at me."

You plastered a laid back smile on your face as a customer approached the counter with a stack of graphic novels, and you leaned forward on your elbows.

"How did you figure it out?"

Dave absentmindedly scanned each book and placed them in the protective wrapping like it was second nature. You were bold for choosing to have this discussion in front of a civilian, but that didn't seem to surprise him. You loved dabbling in risky behavior in college. Why would anything change 5 years after you left?

"You've got a tell," he admitted, "and...c'mon. I know you like the back of my fucked up hand."

He waved his bandaged hand around for emphasis and you snorted, not feeling the least bit guilty. You were just impressed that your incredibly nerdy, overeager friend was capable of knocking the wind out of you. Ordinarily, you'd leap over the counter to the other side. But, considering the condition of your torso, you chose to take the long way. As you pathetically limped around the back to enter the back room, you could feel his eyes trailing you over the customer's head.

"Let me see." He said, shutting the backroom door behind him. You sighed as you slipped on your sneaker, rolling your eyes.

"It's not that bad."

"If it's not that bad, you'll let me see the damage."

God, he was such a boy scout sometimes. "If you wanted me to take my top off, you could just ask."

You could feel him burning holes into you as you slipped on your other shoe, and you actively avoided eye contact. In truth, he fucked you up bad. It would've been worse without the suit. The only reason you weren't mad was because you knew you got a few good licks in, too. His pretty face had a few bruises and scratches, so you could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

"Dude..." he huffed, "Stop being a dickhead for five seconds and just show me what the fuck I did to you."

The concern was seeping into his voice and you wanted to ease his guilt. After all, he was just doing his job. It's not like you held a grudge.

You stood and lifted your shirt, exposing the black, purple, and blue bruises along your torso. He clenched his jaw.

When your father saw what Kick-Ass did, he had to be talked down from placing a hit out on him. You had to remind him that it was all a part of the job, and he needed to calm the hell down.

You also didn't want to lose one of the few friends you had.

He crossed the room in a few steps, reaching out to you in frustration.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry." But you scrunched your nose at him like he was insane.

"Why are you sorry? I beat your ass too. It's not like you got away scott free."

He hesitated and then gently ran his fingers along your tender skin to trace the outline of your brightest bruise. You suppressed a shudder, watching as he looked you over with equal parts curiosity, concern, and surprise.

"I had to take an ice bath when I got back to my apartment," he admitted, sheepishly, "I didn't even know you could fight like that."

Without warning, he lifted his shirt to show the numerous rapidly healing cuts and bruises along his very well defined torso. You were almost shocked at how far along his healing was, given the circumstances. All of that strangeness aside, you couldn't stop the exclamation that escaped your throat. It sounded like a mix of a gasp and a cough.

"When the shit did you get so ripped, Lizewski?"

He blushed a deep red. Because of course he did, the humble little bastard.

"You've seen me with my shirt off before."

"I'm sure I'd remember that if I had." You said, eyeing his injuries more closely. You noticed the distinct marks from your bionic suit, and noted that he was a lot stronger than you realized. The more you thought about it, maybe you were lucky that he liked you. You reached out to touch a yellowing bruise on his ribs.

"That's so weird," you said, "Why do your bruises look like that when mine don't."

"I dunno."

He was full of shit. But you wouldn't push.

"I still want my goddamn knife back. It's kind of important to me."

When you finally took a step back to look him over, you found him watching you with an amused look on his face.

"What?" You asked, cracking a grin.

He grinned back.

"You're just gonna have to take it from me."

#dave lizewski x reader #kick-ass #atj x reader #jaelle writes #aaron taylor johnson

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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Masturbation.

This was requested by ✨anon. I hope you enjoy. You told me to go a little ham, so I did❤️

Warm, scented bath water sloshed around you. You cried out, desperate for release, your fingers struggling to hit your sweet spot.

When missing Scaramouche while he was away grew too overwhelming, you'd drawn a bath and masturbated, moaning shamelessly. You were so swept up in trying to get yourself off that you didn't even see Scaramouche open the bathroom door.

Your body jolted, startled when he spoke, the furious pace of your fingers stopping as you hastily pulled out of you. "As much I am enjoying the show, I'm going to offer you help. You look so pathetic right now. What's the matter, can't get yourself off without me?"

You bit your lower lip, being unable to look him in eyes, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that he'd caught you in such a state. "Please help me.." you stammered.

"I can't hear you, speak up." Okay now he was being a little shit.

"Ugh, God damn it!" You cried out, thunking your head against the wall. "I can't get off without you, is that what you want to hear?! Are you satisfied?!"

Scaramouche knelt down next to the bath tub. "I'm offering you help, and you dare talk to me that way." He didn't even need to spit on his fingers before he plunged them, ruthless inside of you.

"You have to hook your fingers like this," Scaramouche demonstrated by curling his fingers immediately against your sweet spot, making you quiver with relief. "Better, no? Now cum for me. Do I have to teach you everything about that slutty body of yours?"

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you

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obsolescent · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day 21

Prompt: Calling

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Author’s Note: Never normal about Leon, not surprising. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used for reader, fluff, mutual masturbation, sex toys, nipple play, phone sex.

Kinktober Masterlist

Bzzt bzzt bzzt

Your phone’s vibrations felt against your body, pulling it out from your apron’s pocket, you see that Leon is calling.

Accepting the call and putting it on speaker, you greet him. “Hey, honey! How’s it going so far?” You ask, setting the phone down on the kitchen counter, not too close to the stove in case the dinner you’re cooking decides to jump out of the pan.

On the other end of the line, Leon groans, letting his body hit the hotel’s mattress. Removing the navy blue tie he had already begun taking off when he stepped through the threshold of his room he’d been staying in the past few days.

“Ugh…Hell. Sitting in a stuffy ass room with even stuffier government officials and wearing this damn suit. Rather be home with you.” His voice gets softer at the end of his rant when he talks about you and your stomach flutters.

“Well I bet you look real sharp in that damn suit, but yeah, wish you were home, too,” you sigh, stirring the contents of the pan. Leon chuckles, crossing his ankles and grabbing the remote to turn the TV on, creating background noise.

“Would look even better on the floor, huh?” He flirts, and you can see his smirk through the phone. Rolling your eyes, you answer, “Oh yeah, wish I could show you just how good it’d look. Been missing that body of yours, honestly.”

He clears his throat and you stop, that got a reaction out of him. Leon’s hand creeps towards the buttons on his shirt, popping them one at a time as his voice whispers, “Yeah, been missing yours too,” and with that you turn the eye off, setting the lid on top of the pan.

Body reacting to just his change in voice, thighs rubbing against one another as you pick up the phone and make your way towards the bedroom. Leon’s hand moves under his now unbuttoned shirt, finger tracing over his nipple. You head straight for the box that’s in the closet, pulling out your dildo and vibrator.

He hears the rummaging around on his end and bites his lip, a whine slipping through as he thinks about you riding the silicone cock, body bouncing up and down the shaft, noises from your pussy filling the room. He could just cum thinking about you and your body. When the two of you are together you’re always touching in some way. Holding hands, a grazing touch as you brush past, a foot stretched out nudging the other’s. Just not able to get enough of one another, it’s never enough.

Hastily he undoes his slacks, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside of his briefs to stroke his cock, breathing becoming ragged. You get on your knees on the bed, lubing the toy up and pulling your skirt up and sliding down on it, groaning at the sensation. You take a pillow and position your vibrator on it, having your hands free to play with your nipples. Turning it on, mixed with the feeling of your pussy clenching around the cock and your fingers tugging on your nipples, your eyes roll back.

You must make a noise because you hear, “Fuck yeah, baby. God, wish I was there,” Leon’s voice intensifies the pleasure. He spits into his palm and begins fisting his dick, his own reaction mimicking your own as his eyes roll back as well, toes curling as he listens to you rut against your toys. “Wish it was your cock in me, miss you so much,” you whine, head tossed back, listening to his grunts and the shlick of his hand working his member.

Leon hums, “Miss you too, sweet thing. Don’t worry, when I get back I’ll make sure you’re properly taken care of,” the promise of having Leon in your presence, being together once more fills you with anticipation. Feeling your orgasm building up, movements becoming sloppy, both of you a mess of moans, whimpers, and slickness.

“Gonna cum, wanna do it together,” you whimper out and Leon mimics you. He loves hearing how your breath hitches, desperate for him. “‘M so close, just keep making those noises for me darlin’,” Leon’s hand picks up speed, thumb swiping over the tip every time his hand moves upwards. Pre-cum dribbling out before it turns into spurts. White, hot cum surges from his cock and splatters over his abdomen and chest. Calling your name as he finishes, you follow him.

Clit pulsating against the vibrating wand as you hit your peak, cunt seizing against the dildo as you slump over, head resting against the sheets as your body twitches, ecstasy still flowing through your veins. Coming to, you switch the vibrator off and slip the other toy out of you, a ring of your release around the hilt. You toss them aside, dealing with them later as you lay back against the pillows, curled up on your side with the phone next to your face.

Leon had leaned over during your shuffling around, grabbing tissues and wiping his seed off his body. He now lies the same as you, both in sync even miles apart. “Won’t be much longer,” he says, laying in the blissful peace that’s your soft breathing coming through the line. “‘M glad, can’t wait to see you,” you whisper, hand absentmindedly running back and forth over his side of the bed. You exchange a few more syrupy sweet words to each other before Leon lets you go, knowing you had been cooking before your quick romp.

You get up and straighten yourself out before cleaning your toys, putting them back in place. Making your way back into the kitchen, you resume cooking.

You’re looking forward to the days ahead, when he’s home with you once more.

Tags: @caramlizedtomatoes, @cheezbites, @dwkfan, @emilzke, @neondogs, @roseglazedlens, @scar-crossedlvrs

#o's kinktober #i keep forgetting tags i am sorry #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x gn!reader #leon s kennedy x gn!reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon x reader

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putschki1969 · 2 months

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Kaji Fes.2023 Day 1 FULL Video [Reupload]

Find the original post from last night HERE. It doesn't show up on the Tumblr dashboard so only people who actively check my blog have seen it. I exchanged the video with an official one so I guess it might have been a copyright issue. Don't think I've ever had one, very interesting.

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I was quite excited to watch this since I only attended Day 2 last December. I didn’t necessarily regret not going for Day 1 but there were a couple of really neat songs in the setlist that I kinda wished I had been able to see performed live. The audio seems a bit dull but maybe it’s just me… Anyway, it’s still a pretty epic live. Please note that they decided to cut a handful of songs from the broadcast (probably to keep the whole thing at roughly 2 hours). The following songs are not included: fake garden, canta per me, she has to overcome her fear, I beg you and 砂塵の彼方へ.

Here are some random thoughts┗(•ˇ_ˇ•)―→

fake garden

canta per me

the world: Nothing much to say here. Decent performance but I liked the song more when it was led by Keiko.

Liminality: Loved, loved, loved this version with the amazingly talented Yuri Kasahara, Keiko and Kaori. The bridge here might be my favourite of all time.

in the land of twilight, under the moon: Never been a fan.

swordland: Another highlight for me. I think it’s easy to tell that I am a real sucker for YK’s guest vocalists that use a more operatic singing style.

she has to overcome her fear

luminous sword: Always been a big fan of Yuki’s SAO soundtrack. I understand why it gets performed a lot.

星屑: Even though this is a Keiko-centric song, I’ve never really liked it all that much so I don’t have much to say about it.

花守の丘: Solid.

ｗe’re gonna groove: Those who have followed me for a while know how I feel about the accordion. I dislike this instrument with a passion and it’s just featured way too heavily here. Fun fact, when Day 2 started with the accordion, I got really scared and wondered whether or not I would enjoy myself.

Obsession: Can’t say I’ve ever heard this song before. Sadly, it’s nothing that leaves a lasting impression. Also, that accordion…(¬_¬) Weird choice for LINO LEIA. It was fun hearing Keiko sing a bit of English though.

千夜一夜: Once again, not familiar with the song. Like this one a bit more though. Generally, I think I prefer rito’s vocals over LINO’s even though I don’t really know why.

Point Zero: This is one of my all-time favourite YK songs and one of the few tracks I really regret not seeing live on Day 1. Another epic performance by Yuri Kasahara. God, I love her so much.

salva nos: Speaking of regrets, yup, I’ll admit it, I am pretty bummed that I missed this one. “salva nos” and “a song of storm and fire” were the very first YK songs I ever listened to and they quite literally changed the trajectory of my life. Without those two songs, I wouldn’t have looked into more of YK’s stuff and I certainly wouldn’t have discovered Kalafina. One day, I wanna be there for a live performance. At least I got to hear “a song of storm and fire” on Day 2. So grateful for that!! Anyway, super epic.

花の唄: No thoughts.

I beg you

櫂: Ahh, I almost forgot about Aimer’s Mizu no Akashi 2.0. It’s so funny to me that this is literally copy/paste. Lovely melody, I don’t even mind the vocals all that much but damn, it’s not even coming close to Wakana’s Mizu no Akashi.

朝が来る: Decent but nothing to write home about.

My Story: Ohhh, another score track from “Hanako to Anne”. I was actually blown away by Day 2’s “希望の光”. This is not as good but still quite nice. Weirdly enough I am obsessed with the uilleann pipes. How come I can’t stand the accordion but I absolutely love this instrument? Probably because I am really into the celtic sound?

Parallel Hearts: Ugh, never liked this song, not even when Wakana was still around.

stone cold: This on the other hand is a song I’ve always enjoyed but with Wakana no longer in the picture, it’s just not the same. Will never get used to the Kaori chorus. Sorry T_T Still like this though.

the image theme of Xenosaga II: Good stuff.

蒼穹のファンファーレ: Love that this is focusing on the FJ regulars. My favourite performance of the song so far.

#yuki kajiura #kajiura yuki #video #report #Kaji Fes. 2023 #Kaji Fes #fictionjunction #Keiko #Uploading this again #the first 2 posts weren't showing up on the dashboard #sorry for the spamming

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slutty-transformation-stories · 5 months

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Corrupt Girlfriend part 6

Day 5

You wake up and look around for Ashley. You find her on her phone again.

you know your girlfriend is a whore, you're excited to check the cameras you installed to see what else she does when your gone.

So you excitedly get ready for work kiss her good bye and then leave for work.

A while later you get a text

Hey babe, Im going to be busy for a couple of hours, so I won't be able to talk!

Damn, that's alright. I'll talk to you when I get home then!

Thank you for understanding i miss you!

I think it's time to check the cameras you smirk to yourself and make your way to the office toilets.

You open up the cameras on your phone and check the front door. You See a Man Enter your home.

You think he is her ex from that video,

Your girlfriend is in that dress you just got a picture of.

You check the bedroom camera

They are half undressed laying on your bed

She grabs hold of his cock and slowly starts stroking him

Shes treating him like royalty

She voluntarily moves down, kissing his tone body

Her head reaches to the level of his cock

She starts licking the head

Its not long until you watch her head start bobbing partly down his thick cock

She keeps going at at a perfect pace you can see her looking up for his reaction

You see, her ex starts to jerk his pelvis, slightly humping her mouth

Finally..

Shes not satisfied yet

He never seems to never lose an erection

She climbs on top of him

To get what she really wanted

never wearing a condom

She Makes his cock hit every place she wanted

He starts to help by thrusting into her as she grinds on him

You see her in extacy

They pick up the pace, yet again, he wraps his arm around her leg

Hes playing with her clit and penetrating her pussy roughly.

Shes Screeming But you can't hear any of it

She then starts to go crazy

shes cumming and shaking on him

She is stuck in an orgasm state for what she feels for over a minute until she falls over onto the bed, shivering.

You decide to finish work early, and you race home. Upon arrival.You Hear Loud Moaning From the bedroom.

"Muffled Crying*"

*muffled Speaking*

"YES YES YES, UGhhh,"

You slowly sneak up the stairs, making your way to your bedroom. You hear her crying from the doorway

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Who owns you?"

*smack*

"MmM, you do! You are the best! HMmmm"

You look through the crack in the door

Hes still fucking her like he did all day

Your girlfriend looks like shes in love. Her pussy is coated and filled with the cum he has shot in her all day

"OH god, im all yours, but I need you to hurry. My boyfriend is coming home soon."

"pft what a lucky man"

She turns around

"He is.. but so are you fuck me before its too late"

He wastes no time

He's pounding into her

Her cum fluid mix is dripping out of her pussy

"OH god, UHgh,"

"OH god, im cuming"

"Im not done."

He puts her on top of himself for one last fuck. Shes a whore..

"OH god, I love it. You're so good. Hhhh,"

"Im filling you up now!"

"Thank you so much, sir."

"Okay, let's go"

He exits the room first

"Hey man"

He bumps your shoulder and leaves

You look back for your girlfriend. although she knows your kinks. She has a slightly guilty look on her face.

"Hey baby.. I've been bad."

She starts to reveal what she has been doing all day

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

"No its okay, I saw it all"

"We didn't have sex very long, but it was really good."

Why is she lying?

"No its okay but I think i need a turn now"

"Ugh, sorry, I'm all stretched out and in pain."

She gives you a smirk

"Why dont I tell you about the plans we have for tomorrow! I'll even help you with your problem."

"Yes ma'am"

She starts to stroke your cock over her cum filled panties

"Well.. as he was fucking me he told me That He showed my photos to his friend."

The thought of this stanger interested in your girlfriend excites you

Shes playing with you cock

"Oh, interesting.."

"I know, his friend wants to meet me. Im sure hes interested."

"Definitely."

"Luckily, my ex offered to introduce me"

She starts stroking you faster

She wispers in your ear

"Wouldnt that be fun baby"

You start to orgasm

She watches your cock trobbing against her underwear

She giggles

"I think thats a yes!"

You both clean up and then lay down to go to sleep

#corruption #dumb thicc #phat ass white girl #dumbification #bimboification #brainwashed #mind conditioning #cheating sex #bimbo doll #cheating woman

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gowonders · 7 months

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makeup sex with dom taehyun who has a bulge kink?

my reaction to this ask, GOD ANGRY TAEHYUNBNNNWKWUHWJEISIWIWI anyways ofc bae 🥹 also sorry this took me like 10 years to get to i had to think of a plot ..

warnings: actor fem reader, actor mean!dom taehyun, enemies to sorta friends 😉, cursing, manhandling, pretty much public sex…, unprotected (wrap before u tap bae), bulge kink! (duh..), choking, reader blacks out LMAO, lmk if i missed any!

“no. not happening.” said taehyun as he sees you’ve been casted together. your reaction wasn’t too far off as you read over the file one more time, no way. “do you know?? we cannot work together?” your parents had been sworn enemies since before you were born, so that was passed onto you. “fuck it, whatever. i’ll work with him, be an actual mature adult!” you snap, annoying grin growing on your face. and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking back at the director with one more pleasing look. “no can do.. um, unless you don’t want the roll..?” the director asks, tilting her head at him. “ugh.. no. i’ll get over it.” he says, thanking the director before standing up and leaving her office, and you follow, giving her a large thanks before leaving the office. and as you step out, a hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you to some empty meeting room. which you soon find to be taehyun as he sits you on the large table. “okay. i know i we hate eachother, but were gonna be dating in the show, and it’s gonna be awkward as hell from everything we have to do, so i was wondering if you’d like.. i dunno.. let me fuck you.. so it seems natura-“ he says. “you just wanna get your dick wet.” you cut him off, though. “i do?? i could pick some other chick to do it if you’re not up for it, i just needed an excuse, damn. plus it’d be extra satisfying to absolutely ruin you.” he snaps back, standing closer to you as his hands lay onto your thighs. you laugh as he does so, you really don’t think he could.. “i’d like to see you tr-“ before you could even finish, his hands slide up from your thighs, and onto your chest, pushing you down onto the cold table, making you whine quietly as he does so. “you okay with this?” he asks hurriedly, almost like he’s been wanting to do this..?!?!-?-$-$/&/&

“yeah fine whatever just get over with it.” you spew, and with that, his fingers are hooking under your skirt, pulling the waistband of your panties and skirt down your legs, fabric gathering at your ankles, a small gasp leaving your lips as your bare skin meets the cold table. taehyuns eyes scan the room for cameras— and while there are none of those, there is windows, covered by blinds. and if someone looked for a little too long, they could most definitely see you two. but to taehyun? “fuck it.” he thinks, and you can hear the clink of his belt above you.. and bam. his tip is rubbing at your entrance, and with one swift motion, he’s in you, groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him. “wait— you’re not even gonna use a condom???” you ask, eyes wide in shock. “chill babe, i’ll pull out..” he says, and soon after, he’s snapping his hips into yours without remorse, almost like he’s punishing you for something. his relentless pace has your back arching into him, and it’s ripping sobs out of you that you never thought you’d hear from yourself. “t-taehyun— fuck!!! slow down—“ you beg, nails digging into his shoulders as a way to relieve any harsh actions he makes. “no,” he grunts, leaning his head back, eyes subtly scanning the room once more to see if anyone was peeping in. “gonna- gonna fuck you into some sense- make you stop being a bitch.” he takes your hand by the wrist, and starts pounding you harder (if that was even possible..) he takes your hand and places it on your stomach, right where you can feel him, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you that makes your moans break and your breath hitch. “you feel me?? huh?? i’m gonna fucking have you only think about me- make you know how much- fuck- better i am than you, yeah?” he says, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls practically suck him in, a small whine leaving his lips. “noooooo..” you whine pathetically. “yesssss…” he teases back, pressing your hand into your stomach a little more, so you feel him even better, and it makes him practically short circuit when he opens his eyes and sees how fucked out you are, keeping your hand on your stomach, and the way you sound.. it’s so, so adorable.. he could just “g’na cum..” he mumbles, free hand shaking up to your throat, lightly squeezing at it, making you feel lightheaded. you shake your head, hushed whimpers and pleas leaving you as he makes his last few thrusts. you feel his hips stutter on yours, loud groans leaving him as he does so, he squeezes your throat tighter, making you practically breathless. with that, plus the way he uses you with such force, you lose consciousness..

however, when you regain it, youre met with the sight of taehyun wiping his seed off your tummy, a shy look on his face, one you haven’t seen before. “sorry…” he mutters, he’s fully dressed now, but his cheeks are flushed and covered in sweat. “i was too rough.. just wanted to um. prove a point.” he says, finishing whatever he was cleaning off you, and pulling your panties and skirt back up, helping you up from the table. you smile weakly at him and nod, a small laugh leaving you. “excited to shoot with you, yn.” he mumbles,

and you guess you are as well.

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i hope you liked this, anonieee!!!!

#gowonder: answered!#gowonder: smut #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun ff #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts

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Because I'm a rascal, but also because I really enjoyed the last round of questions: your favorite Chenford *scene* from each season. Only one scene (plus one honorable mention) allowed per season!

Rascal seems like a bit of an understatement!!! The way my brain broke reading this...

This was an interesting exercise. Some were super easy to answer, and some I stewed over for a long time... and I surprised myself with some of my picks actually!

Season 1 This was tricky, but I have to give it to the between-the-wall heart-to-heart in 1x20. The vulnerability is just next level, and this scene is iconic for a reason. I'd argue that this is the first time we can say with absolute certainty that their relationship is more than just TO and rookie.

Season 1 Honorable Mention: The scene in the shop outside Isabel's apartment in 1x03. It's the first time we see Lucy breaking down Tim's walls. She really shows her empathy here, and he responds with a vulnerability he hasn't allowed with anyone else. They've only been riding together for a few weeks (?) and somehow Lucy knows what he needs, gives him that safe space and a compassion he clearly hasn't seen in a long. time. It's a beautiful showcase of their dynamic together, but also reveals so much about them as individuals.

Season 2 Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is hands-down the hardest season to choose in, because it's my favourite one, and it's home to some of the most iconic scenes. In the end, I had to go with their exchange in the gym at the end of 2x12. In general this episode is one of my favourites, but this scene is so powerful. We see Lucy working through things, taking out her frustration, trying to channel her strength, to get back to herself. And somehow in that moment, Tim manages to make her smile. He opens up to her in a way we've never seen him do before, and most of all, he reminds her how strong she is. UGH, this scene makes me scream in the best possible way.

Season 2 Honorable Mention: Now that I've picked a favourite, second place is easy—their conversation in 2x17. I've always loved it so much, because between the teasing and the banter, we see this beautiful vulnerability as they talk about the Caleb of it all. It's truly a perfect showcase of their dynamic and everything I love about them. Shit, maybe this is my favourite season 2 scene? AHHHHH IDK

Season 3 I have to go with this scene from the end of 3x09. Hello, excuse me Timothy do you see how you're looking at her????? Also the fact that he dismissed Lucy's comments about missing riding with her earlier in their shift, meanwhile he had already specifically written just that??? AGJLAERGJALGJRLA It's becoming quite clear that my favourite scenes are the ones that I feel most embody their dynamic, and this is no exception—the perfect mix of playful and soft.

Season 3 Honorable Mention: At the wedding venue in 3x14, duh. THE TUX. THE GREEN DRESS. "Save me a dance." HELP HELP HELP *faints*

Season 4 This was was actually pretty easy for me, it's 4x01, the scene at Tim's house. The fact that Tim not only invited her into his space, he practically insisted. Seeing Lucy wearing his clothes, seeing them together, not just outside of work, but in a very intimate space (at a very vulnerable time)???? That hug?? (That look??!?!) THAT HUG?!?!?!! The way Lucy just melts into him is the visualization of what we'd known for so long—that he's her safe space. (And she's his.) UGH, my heart. The entire exchange just felt so damn hopeful, like one of the first real hints that there was something more bubbling under the surface.

Season 4 Honorable Mention: While that kiss in 4x22 was so exciting, I have to give it to the scene outside the hospice. The vulnerability we see between them here, seeing Lucy be Tim's safe space—it's such an incredible parallel to 4x01.

Season 5 HANDS HANDS HANDS. This one was also an easy pick, because I think this is my favourite moment EVERRRRRRRRRRR. The way any trace of Jake/Dim vanishes in that moment, and all we're left with is Tim and his visceral need to check in with Lucy, to be that grounding force for her, to remind her that she's here, she's safe, and she's strong. It's just everything.

Season 5 Honorable Mention: While my #1 scene in this season is easy, it's incredibly hard to pick just one honorable mention. I waffled between the super hot kiss on the plane in 5x01, and the vulnerability in their exchanges in 5x21, and so many other great options... But I think I'd have to say that cold open in 5x10 when we see them getting ready for their date—that whole thing just perfectly embodies everything I love about them. The teasing, the banter, the comfort level between them, the best friend energy, how damn happy they are. It's just so fun and so them and makes me giddy every time I watch it.

I can't wait to see which scene will top my list for season 6... as of now it's obviously this one (I just want to watch this again, so here you go!)

#chenford #the rookie #asked and answered #makeitastrength #chenford opinions #these questions are so much fun #keep 'em coming!

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gooddaysmeanwritingdays · 2 years

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Bad Days

Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!Reader, Marc Spector x gn!Reader, Jake Lockley x gn!Reader Fandom: Moon Knight Warnings: Reader has a bad day and snaps at their darlings, hurt/comfort, so much fluff, swearing Word Count: 3.6k Summary: You had a bad day and your darlings take care of you

A/N: This fic is set after the show (like 4 years? after) where Reader and their darlings are in an established relationship. This is my first fic (and first x Reader fic ever) on here so I really have no idea what I'm doing. It also started out in first person POV before I changed it to 2nd person POV (so let me know if you see any errors

I also made a playlist for this fic you can feel free to listen to as you read this 💖

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“How was work, love?” Steven asked, smiling as you walked through the door. There was a soft smile on his face—one he always greeted you with—as he stood up from the couch, but it faltered when he noticed your thunderous expression. “That bad, hmm?”

“I swear to fucking God—” you slammed the door “—if I have to listen to Gloria talk about her cat for another fucking minute, I’ll go mad.” Anger bubbled away beneath your skin, and you wanted to scream. “She wouldn’t stop talking, and when I finally got away, I’d missed my bus and got shit on by a bird!”

You threw your bag on the couch, not caring when it dropped to the floor, and everything spilled out. “I’ve told her time and time again that I couldn’t care less about her damn cat, but it’s like she doesn’t care! She just keeps talking!” You paced about the floor, getting angrier by the minute. “And then when I finally got to my car, I got stuck in all the traffic! It’s like every man and his fucking dog was on that road! And you want to know why there was traffic?”

You turned to Steven and he leaned against the kitchen bench, watching you patiently, warmly. “Why?”

“Because there was a fucking parade! But did they think to tell anyone? Nooo!” You threw your hands in the air. “How the fuck are we supposed to plan around it if we don’t even know about it?” You pressed a hand to your hair, knowing you needed to calm down—Steven didn’t need to hear this. “Ugh! A simple sign would have been nice! They have all the fucking voting signs up, why can’t they put one up about a parade blocking half the fucking road?”

You wound your fingers through your hair and pulled until the sting of the roots grounded you. You could hear Steven’s footsteps behind you as he came closer, but when he rested his hands gently on your shoulders you shied away. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but you couldn’t stop to apologise. It felt like the entire world was vibrating and your skin crawled when he touched you. You knew you needed to explain that it wasn’t him—that it was you entirely, but all you could think about then was escape. You needed to get out of there. The fastest way possible. Before you said something you didn’t mean.

“I– I need a minute,” you said in way of the only apology you could make then. “I just– I need a minute.”

Steven covered up the hurt with a nod and a small smile as you started to back away. “I’ll be here, love.”

There was a shift in him as you darted for the balcony; a tightening in his posture and a lowering of his brows as he watched you go. Your heart broke a little as you recognised the switch. After everything that had happened, it was still Marc’s instinct to take control whenever Steven was hurting. And it broke your heart to see them both hurting because of you.

You slipped outside, your skin crackling and soul snapping as everything caught up with you. It was still raining lightly, but you were too hot to care.

You scrabbled for your earphones, snarling at them when they got tangled. Eventually you got them out and into your phone jack, and it felt like you could finally breathe as your music started coming through the tiny speakers. It was a playlist Steven had made specially for your—every song designed to soothe the ache of your soul on the bad days.

You stepped up against the railing and closed your eyes as the rain tapped against your skin and the music wafted through your ears. You dropped your head against the cold metal railing and let out a long breath.

It was like today had been designed just to piss you off. You were good at your job, but today you had made every mistake possible. Half-awake you’d switched the good coffee for the decaf your boss left for the rude guests, then you’d sent the rejection letter to the wrong client, and to top it all off you’d then eaten Kathy’s terrible tuna sandwich instead of the curry you’d been craving since you’d rolled out of bed.

But after all of that, you’d still managed to finish early and laugh with your co-workers about how you needed more sleep. Because you’d been so excited to go home to see the one person you knew could make your whole day brighter that that stuff hadn’t mattered. Not really. Not when you could go home to his arms and just relax.

But then you’d run into Gloria from the accounting firm next door, and it had only gotten worse from there. It was like every possible obstacle and frustration had been placed in your path to keep you away from your darling.

You closed your eyes, your anger switching slowly to regret and self-loathing as you thought of the man back inside. Your darling Steven. The one you’d just snapped at when he’d tried to help you. The one who was never anything but good and kind and wonderfully beautiful. The one who always greeted you with a loving smile and a warm hug. He made your soul sing and your heart soar. The world brightened with every second he was in it, and you’d snapped at him like some hateful idiot.

Suddenly tears were pressing against your eyes, and you were regretting all of it. You swallowed thickly. You turned around and slid to the ground so that your back was against the railing. You pulled your knees to your chest and dropped your head into your arms atop them.

You were always like this. Whenever you got mad, you’d push people away. And if they tried to touch you it only got worse. When you got mad like that, it was like your skin was crawling whenever someone touched you—and you hated it. It was like you could have peeled off your skin just to get away from the touch of someone else’s skin on yours.

Because when you were mad, you just wanted to be left alone.

And it never mattered with anyone else because they never mattered, but with your darling Steven—it broke your heart.

You took a deep breath, clearing out the lump in your throat and tipped your head back to the sky. You and your darlings lived on the fourth floor, and the two floors above you didn’t stick out as far, so whenever it rained, the last two rows of tiles on our balcony would always get wet. Like right now. Right now, the tiles beneath you were wet and soaking into your pants, and the rain above you was dripping down your cheeks. And you loved it.

Anger made you hot, and there was nothing better than cool rain and soft music to calm you down.

Logically, you knew today hadn’t been that bad. Only Brad had been unfortunate enough to drink the decaf before he’d switched it, and the client had laughed with you about the mix-up, glad it wasn’t for them. And Kathy had actually thanked you for the excuse to buy lunch than have that sandwich she’d been dreading.

And on better days you didn’t mind talking to Gloria about her cat. It reminded you of the one you’d had growing up. You’d laugh about the copious amounts of cat fur left behind and the crazy runs they’d do after toilet trips.

And traffic wasn’t fun for anyone, but normally you could deal with it with good music and the windows down.

But today was a bad day. And bad days meant crappy moods and jittery limbs.

Your life had been full of bad days before you’d met your darling. Between your parent’s furious divorce and their absentee parenting skills, bad days had been constant growing up. But then you’d met Steven and Marc and the good days had started to balance out the bad days. Even Jake with his teasing had helped brighten the world.

But being in love didn’t mean good days forever. Sometimes the bad days would creep in, and the only way to get through them was soft music and cold things. And patience.

The cold rain seeped through your pants and the shoulders of your shirt, and you took another deep breath. You filled your lungs and let the cold and the wet and the soft music seep in, and you let out the bad moods and the jittery limbs and the crawling skin.

You took a deep breath.

And another.

And with every deep breath you breathed in the good and breathed out the bad.

***

By the time you opened your eyes again, the sun had gone down, and the drizzle had stopped. Inside, the lights were on, and you could see your darling moving about the kitchen. Even amidst everything bad, you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. Your heart ached with how much you loved him—all of them.

Steven had been the first—the easiest—to fall in love with. With his shy smiles and passionate ramblings. There were many nights you’d fallen asleep to the sound of his voice, already head over heels for him—even if you hadn’t known it then. It had been like falling in love with your best friend. Easy, soft, and oh-so right.

Marc had been harder. After everything, he hadn’t believed he was worth loving, or that anyone ever could. And he’d been so angry. The number of arguments the two of you had had in the beginning could have started wars. But somewhere between those arguments, you’d fallen for him. With unwavering determination to do right, and that smile he’d give when he thought you weren’t looking—oh that smile could launch a thousand ships.

And Jake… Jake had been a surprise. Marc and Steven had only been half aware of him when you’d started dating them, but when you’d finally met him, loving him was like falling asleep—ridiculously impossible. Every second with him had infuriated you to no end. With his awful smirks and constant teasing, you’d hated every minute. Except not really. Because with every smirk there was a never-ending supply of morning cuddles and late-night talks. Falling in love with Jake had never been a choice—and certainly not one you’d ever change.

Because falling in love with your darlings was easy and impossible and inevitable.

And hurting them was like nails in your heart.

You could feel tears brewing behind your eyes again as you watched them inside, but you swallowed them down. You didn’t have the energy for tears now. All you wanted was to go back inside, into the arms of the men you loved and ask for their forgiveness.

You stood up, joints crackling with disuse, and walked back inside. Marc turned at the sound of the door and watched you—wariness in his eyes—as you set your phone and earphones down.

“Sorry,” you whispered into the quiet, knowing he wasn’t going to say anything until you did. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. Today was a bad day.”

He leaned against the countertop, setting the towel down slowly. “How do you feel now?”

There was a wariness in his posture that made your heart ache. You’d been together for four years now, and you’d had plenty of bad days—enough for your darling to know that sometimes the rain and the music didn’t always help.

And you couldn’t help but wonder if there wasn’t mistrust behind that wariness. You knew Marc loved you—it was something he’d never let you forget—but protecting Steven had always been his first priority. And so you couldn’t help but wonder if there wasn’t—deep down—some part of Marc that thought you would hurt Steven too.

You took a deep breath around the pain that thought brought up. You took your time, wanting to give him an honest answer. “Tired,” you said finally, shoulders slumped. “I just want this day to be over.

Tenderness flooded Marc’s features, and he held his arms out to you. “Come here, baby.”

You were in his arms in an instant, melting when he pulled you in tighter. You breathed him in and shuddered in relief to finally be home.

You pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

“You don’t need to apologise, baby.” He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “We don’t get to control our bad days.” He wound his fingers through your hair as his other arm tightened around your waist. And just like he knew what you were going to say, he said, “And even if all you had were bad days, I’d still love you just as much as I do now.”

Marc shifted against you and Steven’s voice whispered through, “We all would, love.”

You whimpered softly at the love in their voices. Because that was always a worry of yours, on the bad days—and even the good ones. That eventually you’d push your darlings away. That there would be something that would finally push them over the edge and be the final straw.

But every time, they’d just pull you closer and tell you how much they loved you.

You pulled him closer and whispered, “Thank you.”

“Always, mi vida.”

***

It was when you started shivering that he finally pulled away. Jake cupped your cheek and tilted his head back to the bathroom behind him. “Shower time. Can’t have you shivering all night—you’ll make me look bad, mi vida.”

You snorted lightly at his teasing, making him grin that full gorgeous grin you so loved.

“There you are,” he murmured, dropping his forehead to yours. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch. “I missed you.”

He kissed your forehead softly. “I missed you too.” Jake interlocked your fingers and pulled you towards the bathroom after him. “Come on. Shower time.”

As he got the water to the perfect temperature—burning hot—you stripped wordlessly before stepping into the shower. You sighed in delight under the water, enjoying the burn to your skin. Jake’s grip on your hand loosened as he stepped back to let you enjoy your shower, but you pulled him closer, not ready to let go of him yet.

He stepped in behind you without hesitation—clothes still on—already knowing what you were asking. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he stepped under the spray. You dropped your head to his shoulder and let the rest of the tension melt away. Between the hot water and the arms of your darling around you, you could think of no better place to be.

“Better, mi vida?” he murmured, drawing circles against your skin.

“I’m always better when you’re around,” you sighed, leaning into his touch.

Jake let out a soft, choked noise as he pressed his face into your hair and pulled you closer. “Flirt,” he said in a strangled voice.

You smiled into his shoulder. You’d meant every word of it. Since coming into your life Jake, Marc and Steven had made every second of it better. Even the bad days like today were infinitely better than if you’d been alone.

“We’re better when you’re around too, love,” Steven whispered, holding you so tenderly you could have cried. Instead, you just pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Grabbing the soap behind you, he started gently massaging the suds into your skin. He took his time, and you were content to lean into them entirely. You closed your eyes and let them take care of you. It was rare you all had a chance to take your time like this, and you wanted to bask in it. To bask in the attention of your darlings as they planted soft kisses along your shoulders.

You wanted to stay like this forever.

You didn’t know who was in charge of the body now, but you didn’t mind one bit. You knew each of your darlings loved you entirely—just as you loved them—and in times like these you didn’t need to know when they loved you so wonderfully.

They let you stand under the water for another minute before reaching behind you to turn it off. There was a fond smile in his voice as he said, “Come on, baby.” He wrapped a towel around you as you groaned half-heartedly, your head still resting on his shoulder. He laughed as you tried to reach behind you to turn the water back on. “If I let you stay in until you were finished, baby, the world would run out of water.”

“And?” you murmured, not seeing his point at all.

He chuckled lightly and your lips tipped up at the corners at the beautiful sound. “And you wouldn’t be able to have another hot shower ever again.”

“You make a decent point, my darling.” You lifted your head slightly to level him a serious look, even if he could see the tired amusement in your eyes. “But I have an even better counterpoint.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow as he dried you off. “And what’s that, love?”

“Hot water,” you replied with finality, and he laughed.

He cupped your cheeks in his warm palms. “You are ridiculous, mi vida.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose with a smile.

“But I’m your ridiculous,” you said with a half-smile, pulling the towel tighter around you.

He shook his head with a smile. “Yes. You are my ridiculous. Our ridiculous.” He pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips that you leaned into entirely. “Now—our ridiculous—how about we go to bed?”

That sounded like heaven. “But you’re all wet.” You pointed to his soaking clothes.

“And whose fault is that, love?”

You thought about it for a second. “Yours, darling.”

His smile was soft and endearing as he handed you your pyjamas before grabbing his own towel. You leaned against the sink as you watched him unabashedly. You didn’t even bother getting dressed—you just wanted to watch the loves of your life. To drink up every detail of him like it was the last time.

It was moments like these that made your world spin. That made your heart sing. Just watching the light of your world doing something as normal as dressing—and getting to do that, after everything you’d both been through—was beautiful.

I love you all so much, you thought as you watched him towel-dry his hair. It was so domestic that you couldn’t decide whether to kiss him senseless or melt right there. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. And I’m the luckiest person in the world to be loved by you.

“Enjoying the show, mi vida?” Your darling raised an eyebrow at you as he caught you staring.

You shrugged like you weren’t still falling in love with him every second. “It could have been slower.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to plant a series of kisses across your face. “Here I am trying to do something nice, love, and you’re ogling me,” he laughed between kisses.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled—the first real one all afternoon. “You’re my husband. I’m allowed to ogle.”

“Ogle all you want, baby,” he murmured against your lips before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Your heart soared at the words and your cheeks ached with the smile you were trying to hold back.

Steven brushed his nose against yours. “I love your smile,” he whispered like a confession. “It’s my favourite part of the day when I get to see them, love.”

Even after all these years, he could still make you blush. So you smiled. It was the least you could do for your darling.

“There it is,” Jake whispered, running his thumb over your lips. “Mi sol.”

You closed your eyes, taking the moment to breathe. All you could smell was their cologne; all you could feel was their arms around you; all you could hear was their heartbeat as you rested your head on their chest. You were entirely surrounded by them, and for the first time that afternoon, you were happy.

“How did I get so lucky—” you whispered, “—to be loved by you?”

Their smile was simple. “You loved us first.”

You pulled their head down for a kiss that held every ounce of your love for them, and they responded with all of theirs.

Not one, but three, you thought to yourself, utterly amazed at your luck. Steven, Marc, Jake—you three mean more to me than you could ever know. I love you all. To the moon and back.

You basked in their attention, content to stand there all night in the arms of your darlings. But after a moment, they pulled you to your bedroom. Insisting you put your pyjamas on—even if Jake did send you a wink—before pulling you into bed.

“Gay pirates?” he said the moment you were curled into his side, and you nodded instantly.

“Gay pirates.” Nothing would make you happier than watching Blackbonnet fall in love while you lay in the arms of the man you loved.

You pressed yourself closer to him as his arm curled around your waist. “Thank you,” you whispered as the TV turned on. “Thank you for being here with me. You are exactly what I needed.”

You didn’t have to explain that you didn’t just mean today.

You could see each of them shining through as they smiled your favourite gorgeous smile. “There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”

A/N: After I wrote this, I came up with like three more ideas for these babies so this is definitely going to turn into a series haha

Let me know what you think 💖

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wastelandkatze · 3 months

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ENTRY 4: The rest of the companions heard (friends') Tavs/Durges going at it one night [NSFW]

ft. my Tav, Briar, their love interest, Astarion (pre-relationship, post Act 1) and my friends Tavs/Durges: Kiyo (@dumpups)'s Durge Raegan x Karlach, and Khim's Ngojo x Gale!

CW: mature content TW: mentions of loud semi-public seggs, like they're really going at it damn...

click here for the AO3 link of this entry

“Ugh,” Briar tumbles and twists on their bedroll, even pulling their blanket over their head in hopes of drowning the wild ruckus from the adjacent tent. It didn't work of course, now with the moans followed by wet slapping of skin. The warlock pulls their hair, wondering when they’ll get a good night’s sleep, and makes a mental note to tease Raegan about their orchestra tomorrow. Maybe give them a crunchy smack on the back of their head, too. It’s great to finally have the paladin back from their homecoming, and Karlach undeniably missed the hell out of their lover who's been gone for several weeks, having forced to spend her nights alone again. But gods, couldn’t they conjure a room or something? Does it have to be now? Does it have to be here?

Briar, now with their blanket worn as a cloak, begrudgingly grabs the Bhaalspawn memoir they’ve been studying (almost throwing it towards Karlach and Raegan’s shared tent), and steps out of their shelter to look for a quieter place to snooze in.

As soon as they thought they’re safe from witnessing any more private moments, Briar was almost blinded by the purple light show emanating from Gale’s tent. Counting it as their mistake to pry more, their jaws now agape from the contorted shadows of the wizard and his sorceress, Ngojo. Thankfully, both mages took camp to consideration (unlike Karlach screaming Raegan’s name), making use of a Silence spell, but the shadow theater-ish spectacle they projected sure looks crazy. Ngojo did mention one time how Gale had this book that showed different ways of lovemaking. And it’s just in Briar’s luck that Gale and his lover decided that now, too, is the perfect time to experiment.

With no more interest to see how much more arms can sprout from the wizard’s body, Briar bolts straight to the tent that’s farthest from camp: Astarion’s tent– the only tent with an inviting light and, fortuitously, absence of any malicious activities. They peeked through the open flap of its entrance, curious to discover that the tent is vacant. The vampire must have been in the woods, hunting for sustenance. So, Briar helps themself, rounds a little corner inside while being careful of Astarion’s belongings, and reads to sleep. The chapter was as boring as they expected it to be, catching themself fluttering their eyes and banging their head in a whiplash, waking them up as they hit someone’s head.

“Ow!” the voice grunted. Briar glances on Astarion huddled close to them. There’s even a trail of drool from their mouth to the vampire’s shirt sleeve. “Sorry,” the warlock responds half-awake, wiping their saliva with their hand, “How long have I been using you as my pillow?”

“Not long.”

Briar hums, matching his unbothered demeanor, “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the night.”

“Darling, you know I can do last-minute arrangements for you,” he smirks. Briar swats his shoulder, earning another “ouch” from him.

“Stop being a creep. You know we agreed to keep it casual when it’s just the two of us,” then they stretch until a joint popped to place, “We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“Whatever you daywalkers call it, sure,” Astarion rolls his eyes, then pats his shoulder. Briar raised a brow. “You said we’re buddies, so come here and keep me warm before my undead body freezes in place.”

“No preys sucked dry tonight?”

“The woods are apparently a sham,” he sighs, “unless you’re offering in kindness.”

“Not tonight, sorry. I need some rest,” Briar mumbles, settling their head on his rigid shoulder while sharing their blanket with him. Astarion sits stiff, still uncomfortable with the contact’s lack of sexual intention, something he was used to.

“Gods,” Briar sighed, snapping him away from those thoughts, “If only you know how everyone’s really going at it tonight.”

“Oh, I saw. They are quite the show.”

“Please spare me the details,” Briar opens their book to where they left it off, now sharing it with Astarion as he accompanied their reading time—amused with how repulsed the warlock is. As traces of feral noises ultimately died down, so did the warlock, who didn’t last five minutes in reading and dozed off peacefully on the vampire’s shoulder. He avoided ruminating on thoughts that would sour his mood, simply focused on the warmth that his companion radiated before he entered trance. When he awoke to the sunlight’s gentle caress on his cheek—something he’ll never tire of, the same weight remained: of the blanket around him, and of the warlock’s head that now lay on his lap.

His finger twitches as he catches himself fixing the strand of hair on their face. This isn’t good; he’s acting soft again.

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For five sentences thingie: Steve/Eddie - “How do you want to do this?”

“How do you want to do this?”

Steve stands back from the open passenger door, glancing between his open front door and the passenger seat’s occupant. Dustin and Mike have already stampeded into the house, shouting about getting things “ready” like Steve hasn’t had that covered for the last week, ever since they got word that Eddie was being released from the hospital. His…friend? They’re friends, now, aren’t they? You can’t really go through the things they’ve gone through together and not come out the other side being friends…stares at the short walk to the door as though it’s the first leg up Mt. Everest. He’s dressed in a simple black button up and sweatpants (the best Steve could do under the circumstances—it’s not like there’s a lot of stores still open in Hawkins, and the trailer park is squarely a no-go zone), but underneath Steve knows he’s still wrapped almost head to toe in bandages. He’s pale and sweating just from the effort of sitting up in the car for the drive from the hospital, and Steve would bet money if he tries to stand unassisted, he’ll just keel over.

Damn, maybe he should have listened when Mike suggested they steal the wheelchair they’d rolled Eddie out to Steve’s car in.

Eddie sighs, raking a hand back through hair that hangs in greasy clumps around his face. He probably hasn’t bathed properly the entire time he’s been in the hospital. “I can make it,” he says, and Steve very politely ignores how completely unbelievable that sounds. Eddie’s lips twist unhappily. “Uh…maybe if you help me?” He looks away, embarrassed. Steve keeps his expression neutral, remembering very well how much he hated constantly having to ask for help while his own bat bites were healing. Thank God for Robin.

Robin had kept up a steady stream of complaints and insults while she helped him in and out of his shirts, helped him rebandage his wounds, helped him wash and disinfect the mess of his back every night, her touch always quick, gentle, and completely impersonal. He doesn’t think he and Eddie are quite at the point where he can distract the other man with a well-timed “oh my God, this looks like raw hamburger! I thought you said it was better!” but he can certainly provide a brisk, neutral touch.

“You want me to carry you, or you want to just lean on me?” he asks, and waits patiently while Eddie chews over the options before finally sighing, his shoulders slumping.

“Much as I would love to macho it out—you think you can just, uh, piggy-back me in there?”

He snorts, despite himself. “You sure you want to let Henderson have that visual?”

Eddie groans, but smiles a little. “If he gives me a hard time, I’ll just slaughter his character next campaign. Ugh, if there is a next campaign.”

“I’m sure you guys will get to play your nerd game plenty more times.” He tries to feel as confident as he sounds. He doesn’t think he quite succeeds. “All right, just let me do all the work.”

That earns him another weak snort of laughter. “Any time, big boy,” Eddie murmurs as Steve turns and crouches down. He lets Eddie kind of collapse down across his back and carefully, so, so carefully, slides his hands under the backs of his thighs. Eddie’s arms slide around his neck, the soft grunt of pain impossible to miss this close, with Eddie’s hair tickling the back of his neck, the puffs of his breath warm against Steve’s throat. It’s strangely intimate, and he feels oddly humbled that Eddie’s trusting him this much, is willing to show this much vulnerability to him instead of trying to tough it out the way Steve knows he would have.

“Ready?” he asks and waits for Eddie’s hesitant nod to stand slowly. He leans forward rather than straightening his back, so Eddie doesn’t have to work as hard to hang on. He won’t say carrying Eddie is no effort—they’re basically the same height and while Eddie isn’t as broad as he is, he’s not exactly a string bean—but it’s not as difficult as it should be. Eddie’s lost a lot of weight in the weeks since Steve literally dragged him out of the Upside Down.

“Hey, uh, I don’t think I ever said—thanks for doing this,” Eddie says softly as they make their way up the short walk to the front door. His voice is already strained, a tinge of pain to the words that makes Steve want to move faster, but he doesn’t want to jostle his wounds further.

“Carrying your ass? Kind of becoming a regular thing.”

Another huff of laughter, and the arms tighten slightly around his neck. “No, just…all of it. Pulling me outta there. Hanging around while Hopper was getting my name cleared. Fuck, letting me stay in your house. Hell, Henderson told me you plugged my fucking femoral artery with your hand while Wheeler was getting us to the hospital.”

Steve swallows hard, remembering the gush of hot blood over his fingers, the pulse of it getting weaker and weaker as Dustin screamed and cried and begged Steve to do something. “Don’t worry about it. You’re one of us, now.”

And it’s as simple as that, for Steve. Eddie’s in the Upside Down shit now, and he’s refused to take the very sensible out that was offered to him and leave Hawkins on the government’s dime. He’s determined to help them against Vecna, determined not to run away from the horror that they’ve all been dealing with for so long. He’s one of them now. That makes him one of Steve’s people. One of the people he’s responsible for. One of the people he has to protect.

He comes to the first step up to his front door and hears Eddie hiss softly. He slows his steps even further, tries to make his movements as smooth as possible. “Almost there. I gotcha,” he says.

He feels Eddie press his head against his shoulder for a moment, and there is something warm and soft in his voice when he replies, “I know you do.”

#my writing #steddie #stranger things #fic prompt #this is more gen than shippy but I think we all know where it goes from here

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