#Why is writing smut so hard
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Waterfall - Guts/Reader
Masterlist
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7.9k
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, AFAB Reader, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Oral Sex, Fingering, P in V Sex, Edging, Aftercare (Let me know if I'm missing any)
Summary:
Months after the eclipse, you're still grappling with it all. But at least you're not alone. You might as well get railed to ease the burden of living.
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“I’m ok,” you repeat, smiling more easily now. His brows furrow and he rests his forehead against yours.
“I could have lost you,” he whispers, his eyes sheen in the light. You click your tongue and pinch his cheek. Guts scowls but doesn’t move away.
“But you didn’t. I’m right here. I’m standing right in front of you, so why do you keep looking back?” There’s a slight tremor in your tone. You unclench your fists, pushing him back to create some distance. There’s a brief flash of emotion across his face, but it dissipates with the heat simmering your blood. “I’m right here,” you whisper against the roar of the waterfall.
Note:
Hello! I know I disappeared for like, almost a year. No freak accidents or anything of the like. Life has just been busy and I have poor time management. But I missed writing, even though it did not miss me ;-; The writing gods did not bless me with inspiration for a long while, not to mention I have a stubborn habit of only having one wip at a time (I have multiple ideas, but I only work on one fic at a time).
In any case, I hope this brings joy to somebody. I am frankly tired from editing this monstrosity so I'll leave you to enjoy :)
Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o
Note: This does take place in the same universe as Love Triangle but this can be read as a stand-alone.
Water cascades down your body, beating into your skin. The temperature was freezing earlier, but now it’s numbed into a slight chill. You stare at the rock wall, trailing along the cracks and crevices that crater the surface. Sprinkles of minerals sparkle throughout, reflecting rainbows when the moonlight hits them just right.
The cold bite of metal stings into your shoulder, and you jerk away from the contact. Whirling around, you come face to face with Guts. He stares at his hand, clenching it into a fist before it drops to his side.
“You’re gonna freeze to death,” he says. You notice the gray towel peeking out behind his arm.
You drag your fingers through your hair, shaking off the water droplets. A few stray drops trickle down your chin, and Guts watches them drip along your collarbone. “I’ll be done soon,” you say. The phantom blood still sticks to your raw skin, the scent of iron lingering while your body becomes a collage of self-inflicted wounds. You scrubbed and scrubbed, but it’s not enough. Not even an entire ocean can wash away the atrocities you witnessed. But maybe that’s the burden of surviving the eclipse, for living when you were marked for death.
“You looked done 20 minutes ago. Skin’s gonna start peeling if you don’t stop,” he says. You look away from Guts and pick at the dead skin underneath your nails, grimacing at your wrinkled fingertips.
“I don’t feel done. I don’t think I ever will,” you admit in a hushed whisper. Guts doesn’t say anything, offering his hand for you to take. Accepting the gesture, you’re tugged into his chest. The soft towel gently pats your skin dry and tousles your wet hair. He pauses, eyes scanning your face. “I’m okay, as okay as one can be in our situation.” Your lips twitch into a small smile, but this seems to only frustrate him more.
Guts growls, his jaw clenched shut. “I’ll kill him.” There’s no room for questioning who ‘he’ is. You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, and his posture relaxes. Your thumb traces the bags underneath his eyes.
“I’m ok,” you repeat, smiling more easily now. His brows furrow and he rests his forehead against yours.
“I could have lost you,” he whispers, his eyes sheen in the light. You click your tongue and pinch his cheek. Guts scowls but doesn’t move away.
“But you didn’t. I’m right here. I’m standing right in front of you, so why do you keep looking back?” There’s a slight tremor in your tone. You unclench your fists, pushing him back to create some distance. There’s a brief flash of emotion across his face, but it dissipates with the heat simmering your blood. “I’m right here,” you whisper against the roar of the waterfall.
“I’m not…. ”He sighs and finally meets your gaze. “I’m not angry at you.” Guts fiddles with the towel in his hand. “I wasn’t strong enough to save you.” His touch drifts towards the bandages wrapping his torso.
You walk up to Guts, enveloping him in a hug. “Can we pretend for once that everything is ok? That spirits aren’t hunting us, and a bunch of Apostles won’t fuck up the world?” When he doesn’t respond, you look to see him staring at the ceiling. “Guts?”
“Clothes,” he stutters. “You’re not wearin’ any.” You look down at your naked body pressed against his.
“You weren’t shy earlier when you were drying me.” Leaning in further has the desired effect when you feel a bulge against your lower abdomen. “Looks like someone has no complaints,” you say with a smirk.
Guts groans and shudders when you roll your hips. He wraps an arm around your waist, palm splayed against the curve of your back. His hand slides to squeeze your ass, and he whispers into your ear, “Don’t provoke me.” It’s a similar tone to when he shouts orders on the battlefield. You take it as an invitation to tease him further. He notices the glint in your eyes and clicks his tongue. “Brat.”
You know he’s soft beneath that tough exterior. You can see it in how he brings you something warm to drink when it’s cold, how his hands naturally gravitate to your waist or the small of your back. Guts doesn’t like saying it, but you just know. Currently, he’s scolding you for being in the water too long. You won’t point it out, but he grabbed the softest towel to dry you.
“I love you,” you say. His hands freeze, and the lines on his face soften.
Guts sighs, “How can you be so lovely and infuriating at the same time?” He cups your cheek but quickly recoils upon noticing the gleam of metal contrasting against your skin.
You grab his wrist and press a kiss onto the palm of his prosthetic hand. “It’s one of my many talents,” you reply, pressing another kiss to his lips to prevent him from biting them.
“It’s strange,” Guts mumbles. Your other hand slides down his chest, trailing along his abs to the waistline of his pants. His breath hitches, and he nips your earlobe in retaliation. “Sometimes I still feel it when you touch that hand,” he says.
“Do you feel this?” You trace the outline of his growing erection, eventually rubbing your hand against the bulge in his trousers. He bucks his hips into your touch, and a low groan escapes from his lips. “Or what about this?” Slipping your hand beneath the fabric, you’re surprised by the lack of an additional layer. “Expecting something, are we?” You grin impishly at him, inching your fingers closer to his cock. Your skin is still cold from the water, and Guts is blazing beneath your touch.
“Not at”—you firmly grip his shaft and begin stroking languidly—”all,” he forces through gritted teeth. You can almost hear the creak of his jaw as it strains under pressure.
“So you weren’t expecting to find me still naked at the waterfall and indulge in some intimate acts?” You stop stroking to tease the head of his cock, running your thumb over the frenulum. Thick precum coats your hand, and you reluctantly pull away, but only to see the frustration grow on Guts’s face. “Then I guess there’s no need for me to continue.” You wade through the pool and use the waterfall to rinse your hand.
As you’re flicking off water droplets, a broad chest presses against your back, and thick arms wrap around your waist. The sudden force pushes you into the rock wall, your hands flying up out of instinct to lessen the impact. You turn your head to see Guts, completely bare, his clothes lying in a forgotten heap by the pool. That explains what’s twitching against your lower back. You grind slow, lazy circles against his stiff cock, grinning at how he trembles with the slightest rock of your hips.
“Stop,” he pleads, squeezing his arms to constrain your movements. It’s cute; he’s pretending to stop you, but his hold is too lax.
You hum and redirect one of his hands to your breasts, sighing at the contact. “If you really wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t be enthusiastically rutting like a dog in heat,” you say. As if to prove your point, a low whine pitches in the back of his throat when you press against him to hinder his movements.
“So maybe I don’t want to stop,” he admits. “Maybe I want to rough you up against the wall until you can’t walk the next day.” The imagery sends a gush of slickness between your thighs, and you rub them together to ease the ache.
“Then why don’t you?” You spin around to face him and hook one leg around his thigh, tugging his hips closer. The sharp exhale followed by a groan is music to your ears. Your arms drape over his shoulders, sinking your nails into his broad back. You have him trapped. Or is it the other way around? He could effortlessly pry you off, but his dark eyes hold no intention of letting you go. “I don’t break easily, you know,” you whisper against his lips, his breath fanning your face.
Guts bites his lips, fingers bruising your hips, marks he’ll kiss in the morning when you’re bedridden. “I—“
You cut him off, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “Let me make myself clear, Guts. I want you to fuck me.” His breath hitches, the click of his throat silenced by the rush of water. “Fuck me so damn hard I don’t remember a thing about this shitty world we live in.” You want to spend at least an hour free from the waking nightmare that plagues your daily life. Maybe this isn’t the best way, but it is the most pleasant.
You know you’ll go to bed and dream of crimson skies and shrill screams. A world where the tang of metal never leaves your mouth. Where rot and decay fester in your lungs, smothering you alongside the scent of burning flesh. And then you’ll wake up, touch your face to feel the wet streaks streaming down your cheeks. Guts will be sleeping beside you, faring no better in his dreams, relaxing only when you hold his hand and lay on his chest.
Yeah, the world is fucked up, and so is your mental state. You might as well get railed to ease the burden of living.
But enough about later. What’s happening right now is important. And what’s happening right now is Guts pleading with his eyes to please you. He has one arm hooked underneath your leg to support it, the other still wrapped around your waist, hand dipping to cup your ass. He grinds his erection against your clit, and you bite your lip to hold back a moan.
Guts kisses behind your ear, sucking on the spot. Your blood thrums through your veins, buzzing with electricity. “Guess the waterfall will be useful,” he says.
“How so?” you hum, closing your eyes as he trails his lips along your jawline. You tilt your head back, and he peppers your exposed throat with kisses, playfully nipping but careful to avoid breaking the skin. A tingle shoots up from the base of your spine when his teeth scrape over your pulse, tongue laving over your racing heartbeat.
“Others won’t hear any of your screams.” He hoists you up, and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. “I get to have you all to myself.” Your back thuds against the wall, the rough rock leaving a light sting on your skin. There’s a hunger in his eyes that threatens to devour you. He always gets that look when he’s determined to spoil you rotten.
You ignore the throbbing heat in your core, focusing on the slanted curve of his lips. “Ooh, confident are we?” you tease, dragging your nails across his back, grinning at the shudder it elicits.
“I’ve always been skillful with my hands,” he says, lowering your feet. At the shallow end of the pool, water laps at your knees. The chill heightens the burn of your skin, and the slickness between your thighs becomes impossible to ignore. Guts sinks down, kneeling in front of you, hands parting your legs gently. He tuts and gazes at you with mock scorn. “You cleaned up earlier, but now you’ve made a mess again.”
“And whose fault is that?” you reply, inhaling sharply when his fingers rub circles into your thighs.
He hums and plants a kiss on your kneecap, lips skirting up closer to the source of your dripping cunt. “A man should always take responsibility for his actions.” His warm breath is like a spark of flint on kindling. It starts a blazing heat that crawls up and pools in your stomach, spreading throughout your veins until your entire body is engulfed in flames.
A thin veil of fog blankets your mind. For a second, you almost forget how to breathe. He looks up at you from between your legs, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He looks eager to taste you; it causes you to clench tightly, gripping around nothing but air. And you want him to fill you up, to replace the void the eclipse left behind after it tore almost everything from you.
Your body seizes up. A cool jet of air against your clit catches you off guard. Guts looks you in the eyes, trapping you in their dark depths. “If—at any time—you want me to stop, tell me,” he commands. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and he holds your gaze. He won’t continue unless you agree.
You wrack your brain together, drumming your fingers on the wall behind you to form a coherent thought. But all you can focus on is his warm breath against your skin, the burning ache in your core that beckons for his attention.
Guts sighs, drinking in your scent deeply. He licks his lips, and his fingers dig into your flesh. “I don’t want this to be like the other times,” he admits.
You stare at him quietly, observing the clarity in his eyes. This isn’t the first time you’ve sought each other’s company. After all, who better to seek comfort from than someone who’s been through the same traumatizing event? Overcome with grief and guilt, you found solace in the warmth of his body and vice versa. It wasn’t always sexual, but sometimes you crave the shelter of having no other thoughts besides pleasure. To know nothing else but pure bliss for a brief respite.
Guts mistakes your silence for rejection. “Let me cherish you,” he pleads. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.” And you recall dark nights of clashing teeth and tongues, scratches and bruises made just to feel something—anything. There’s still a tinge of purple around his collarbone, the imprint of your teeth long faded. The harsh lines on his face are nonexistent. His touch is light, revering.
You don’t think you’ve ever felt this important. Guts doesn’t treat you like glass. He looks like he would raze the entire world in flames for you, and all you need to do is ask. Cupping his chin in one hand, you stare into his earnest eyes. Guts pulls away to plant kisses along your knuckles. The corners of his mouth curl up at your sigh when he nips at your fingertips. It’s hard to describe this feeling. All the tension and worry in your body building up like a brick wall suddenly crumbles to dust.
And how can you say no when he looks so eager to please—to love you? A brief taste of copper coats your tongue, and you ignore the phantom claws dragging down your lower abdomen. You focus instead on Guts’s soft touches, the steady gurgle of water, and the moonlight filtering through the pockets of sky in the ceiling.
You are safe.
“Ok,” you whisper. Slowly, you spread your legs apart and cool your burning cheeks with the back of your hand. “Please touch me.”
Guts plants a kiss on your inner thigh, trailing upwards. He wants to drag this out and tease you until the anticipation has you dripping with need. With one calloused hand resting on your pubic mound, he licks a long stripe through your folds, groaning at your intoxicating taste. A jolt of pleasure crawls up your back before slamming into your core.
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when he eats you out messily. Obscene slurps and groans bounce off the rock walls. Guts slings one of your legs over his shoulder and focuses on your clit, inserting two fingers into your dripping cunt. Spots of light dance across your vision when he crooks his fingers to stroke your sweet spot. It’s a wonder how you’re still standing.
Just as the band in your stomach goes taut, Guts pulls away. The pleasure building in your body drops and transforms into a sharp ache that has your body screaming for release.
“Your legs are trembling,” Guts points out.
You press harder against the wall and try to remember how to stand. “No, I’m not,” you say.
Guts hums and plants a kiss on your clit, the kind that fills your veins with lava and sets off the butterflies in your stomach. “You can be so damn stubborn.” He stands and carries you with ease, wading towards the edge.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“Some underwater training,” Guts replies, refusing to elaborate further. He stops and sets you on the ground. The water reaches just below your chest in this position; the sudden coldness shocks your skin. It makes you hyper-aware of your sensitivity.
Gus parts your legs, and you lean back slightly, using your arms to support yourself from behind. His touch radiates familiarity, hands caressing all the spots that work you up. You lick your lips and part then to ask another question. “Wha—“
“Always wanted to see how long I could hold my breath,” Guts cuts you off, petting your clit gently. He gazes at you through hooded lids, a grin ghosting his lips. “They say the average is 3-5 minutes. Let’s set a new record.” His words send tingles throughout your body, and you clench at the thought.
“What do you mean?” you ask, distracted by the circles he’s drawing with his thumb. If you time it just right, you can buck your hips and have him stroke your swollen clit.
“Don’t worry about it.” And the next thing you know, his head’s underwater and his tongue is prodding at your entrance. Your fingers immediately thread his hair, tugging his scalp when his nose brushes against your clit.
The water and walls blur into blobs of colour, your heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. The throbbing between your thighs quickens, and that band in your stomach threatens to snap and give you whiplash. Guts brings a hand up close to your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, dangling on the precipice of an orgasm.
He surfaces from the water. His shit-eating grin only widens when you vocalize your discontentment. A flick to your clit shortcircuits your brain with a jolt of pleasure, eliciting a scream from your lips. One of your hands slips, and suddenly the world is careening backwards—or is it forwards?
Strong arms wrap around your body, and suddenly you’re face to face with Guts instead of the ceiling. Water splashes and drenches both of you in the crossfire. You try to stand up, but Guts digs his fingers into your hips. Something warm brushes against your bare cunt.
This new position has you straddling Guts. Even the most minuscule movements cause some degree of friction. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s barely restraining himself. Since his hands hold your hips in place, you lean forward and attack his neck with bites and hickeys. Guts hisses and immediately stands up, hoisting you with him.
“Let’s move to land. Wouldn’t want you to drown,” he rasps, shuddering when you lick over his racing pulse.
“I can think of other ways to leave me breathless,” you whisper, lifting your head and baring your neck. The perfect place for his hands to wrap around.
“Another time. Right now, I want you to sit on my face,” he says, setting you on the ground. Your cunt throbs in response, and you crawl—a little too eagerly—into position. You stop mere centimetres from his face, hovering in your hesitation. Inklings of doubt blot your thoughts. What if you’re too heavy? What if you smother— “Too long,” he grunts, interrupting your inner monologue. Guts grips your thighs and pulls you down, wasting no time ravaging you with his tongue,
You suck in a breath, hips rocking at a steady rhythm. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when his mouth latches around your clit and sucks greedily. He pulls away with a pop, the bottom half of his face glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips and groans, “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
“Less talking, more licking,” you say.
“What, no please?”
You don’t humour him with a response and take matters into your own hands. You lift your hips and grind against the ridge of his nose.
Guts swears under his breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent. “What am I going to do with you?” he groans.
You huff in frustration at the loss of stimulation. “What you should have done ages ago. Now shut up before I make you.”
Guts doesn’t move. “Not until you say please,” he says.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” you moan, wriggling your hips to no avail since his hands have barred you from moving any lower.
“I just want to hear you beg for it.” He spreads your lips and admires how wet you are. When you remain silent, he massages the area surrounding your clit. “No? Not gonna cave in?”
You narrow your eyes and scrape your nails against his broad chest. “Fuck, you.” It comes out through gritted teeth.
Guts chuckles. A low sound filled with mirth. “Oh, love. You wish.” His thumb probes your entrance, pulling out to slide along your slit. “I do have to praise you for holding out this long. It must feel unbearable.” And it does. Your skin is about to burst at the seams as the pleasure threatens to drive you mad. Never given enough to bring you over the edge, but just enough to stimulate the ache in your core—the desire to be filled.
“Not. At. All.”
Guts clucks his tongue, drawing circles around your swollen clit. “Liar.” He slowly pushes a finger into your cunt, adding another when he feels how wet you are. It doesn’t take long before the squelches reach your burning ears. His fingers curl and stroke that sensitive area on your walls. The pace is agonizingly slow, and it only deepens the ache. You bite down on your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.
Your body trembles when he plants a kiss on your clit. Ah, to hell with playing hard to get. You might die if he doesn’t give you an orgasm right now.
“Guts?” you groan, clenching when he pets your clit in response.
“Yes, my love?” He sounds so smug. You don’t even need to look to see the smirk on his face.
“…Please,” you whisper, hissing when he stops his ministrations.
“Didn’t catch what you said. Gonna need you to repeat that.” He slowly resumes his movements, rubbing his fingertips against your walls.
You grunt and try to focus, blinking to clear the fog in your brain. “Please. Fuck. Me.” You punctuate each word with a thrust of your hips. Guts’s fingers immediately retract, and you whine at the loss, only to throw your head back when he eats you out like a man starved.
His hands hold you in place, only allowing enough freedom to ride his face, which you do—greedily. He runs the flat of his tongue across your slit. Every so often he comments on how good you taste, normally ending with how he can never get enough. You don’t know. You don’t really care. He’s drawing patterns on your clit, each stroke bringing you closer to climax.
And you’re so close. You can almost feel it. Guts must sense it, too, because he focuses on your clit, hands locking you snugly against his face. With his unrelenting tongue, you cum with a scream. Your entire body buzzes with electricity, clit throbbing in time with your clenches. Guts doesn’t stop, and soon the pleasure borders on pain. It’s too much. You jerk away, but he keeps you trapped in his hold.
You can’t think anymore. You can only incoherently babble for him to let you go. And then it creeps up on you. The aftershocks of your last orgasm, combined with the continued stimulation, tighten that band in your stomach again. Tears sting the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. It’s too much. You want it to stop.
But it feels so fucking good.
Guts swaps his tongue for his fingers, filling you up once more. Your back arches when he brushes over your g-spot. You mewl and beg him to do it again.
“One more time. Cum for me one more time,” he orders. And how can you say no when he uses that tone? Guts pays special attention to your previous request, fingers curling with practiced precision. “I want even the gods to hear you scream my name.”
He doesn’t need to convince you. Liquid heat pools in your stomach, bubbling like a pot about to boil over. His name is the first sound to leave your lips when you come undone. Guts is gentler this time; he draws out your orgasm slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. Your vision burns with tears as your body curls up before sagging bonelessly.
You heave a sigh and crawl to the side, shuddering when the cold air hits your sensitive skin With a content smile, you stare at Guts in a daze, fuzzy warmth blanketing your mind.
“Good?” he asks.
“Mhmm.” Your eyes drift to his erection; it twitches under your attention. Suddenly you’re aware of the heady scent of musk in the air. Licking your lips, you look back at Guts. He doesn’t say anything, but his pupils are blown. “Can I?” You inch closer to him, and he nods. You spread the precum leaking from the tip with your thumb. On an impulse, you lick the remainder off your finger, smirking when you hear his sharp intake of breath.
A bitter saltiness greets your tastebuds, but it’s milder than you anticipated. You well up some saliva in your mouth and use it to lubricate your hand to begin stroking. Slow, firm pumps have him twitching against your palm.
“Faster, please,” he groans, jerking his hips upwards to match your strokes.
“Ooh, so you do know how to be polite,” you say as you tighten your grip and increase the pace. Guts’s chest rises and falls faster than before.
His face distorts in a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. “Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, nose scrunching.
You laugh and rub his thighs soothingly. “Just this once,” and you take as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage. Running your tongue across the underside of his cock, you widen your jaw to avoid scraping him with your teeth. Anything you can’t fit gets stroked by your hands. Glancing up, you notice him watching you with a tenderness that’s been rare as of late.
He’s been worrying and training almost to the point of obsession. You want to ease that ache in his chest and have him forget momentarily about all you’ve gone through together. Although, judging from how his eyes are starting to glaze over, your objective doesn’t seem that far away.
It started out small, but now the walls echo with his moans and breathy whines. Each sound is like a lightning bolt between your thighs, burning you with strikes of pleasure. You bring a hand down to play with your clit, hoping to ease the ache.
His cock pulsates in your mouth. His entire body starts shuddering, and you know he’s close. So you slow to a halt and chortle at his frustration. The look he gives you could wither the low-level spirits that hang around. Taking a breath, you inch slowly down to take more of his cock, chest brimming with pride at how his body immediately tenses.
“You’re going to kill me here, my love,” he groans, hips stuttering between pulling away and pushing further in.
You slide your mouth off his cock and lick your lips, massaging his balls with your hand. “I want to milk as much of your cum as I can and drink it all,” you say, rubbing your thumb against the tip. You feel a twitch against your fingers and smirk. “Seems like you’re on board with my plan.”
One of his large, warm hands is placed against your head, stroking your hair. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Not the only place I’d like to fill you up,” he says, and you can hear the grin in his tone.
“Are you sure you can last that long?” you ask, and his fingers cheekily tug on your hair. The gesture draws a chuckle from you. You open your eyes to see him full of amusement.
“You’re underestimating the stamina of a great swordsman,” he boasts.
You raise a brow. That’s a big claim. “Hm? Then why don’t you show me what your sword can do?” You straddle his hips, your drenched cunt seated against the shaft of his cock. It twitches against you, and you bring a hand down to tease the leaking tip.
“Change of plans?” Guts asks, tone wavering as you slowly pump his cock.
You hum, “I’m feeling a little impatient today.”
“What happened to milking me for all I’m worth?” The cockiness in his tone returns. “Going back now on those big claims?”
You chuckle and flick the head of his cock, watching Guts writhe in response. “You’re trying to rile me up, but it’s not working,” you say.
“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible when you get all fired up,” he says,
You line up the tip of his cock with your entrance, slowly sinking down until his entire length is inside you. “Sorry to disappoint, but the only one losing their cool today is you.”
You start bouncing your hips, finding a steady rhythm to keep. Angling your body, his cock drags against your walls in all the right places. Guts begins aiming his thrusts when he notices how you cry out each time he hits the mark.
Guts groans, face screwed tight in concentration. “You’re gonna squeeze me to death,” he moans.
You smirk, running your hands across his chest. “It took you this long to realize my intentions?”
He responds with an airy laugh. “You always were a damn good strategist.”
“And you’re living up to your title, General,” you say, feeling a twitch inside you. “Oh? You like it when I call you that, don’t you?”
Guts looks at you with a sheepish grin. “If I say I do, will you call me that more often?” he asks.
You hum, tracing his abs with your fingertips. “I’ll consider it, but it would have to be sparingly. Don’t want to inflate your ego too much,” you tease. A spank smarts your ass. The sting is quickly soothed by a gentle massage. You retaliate with slow, deep thrusts, grinning when Guts curses and loses his ability to form sentences.
His cock throbs inside you, swelling up in preparation for his release. Guts’s fingers are bruising your hips, and he’s rutting into you. Slamming yourself down, you remain seated.
“Fuck, I was so close,” he groans, cock twitching in your warm cunt.
“I know. That’s why I stopped,” you say.
Guts looks at you with betrayal. “You, my dear, are a cruel lover.”
You tsk and clench tightly around him. “I may be a bit mean, but never cruel.”
“If this isn’t cruelty, then wha—“
You cut him off with a roll of your hips, successfully speech-jamming him. “You’ll see,” you say.
You continue drawing out his release, bringing Guts near the edge only to wrench him away. You’ve lost count—not that you were even counting in the first place—of how many potential orgasms you’ve robbed him of. But from the sour gleam in his eyes, a few too many.
Any of his attempts to take over the pace are thwarted when you turn into an immovable object. The loss of friction is not deemed a worthwhile risk because Guts soon lets you have your way after only a few attempts.
“Good boy,” you purr, a chuckle tickling the back of your throat. “Look at you, getting turned on when so much as a compliment is awarded.” You drag your fingers down his chest, sloping along the defined ridges of his muscles. “It’s kind of cute,” you admit.
Guts watches you through hooded lids, mouth parting as incoherent pleas spill between his lips. You tsk and twist your lips into a mock frown. “Oh no. Did I wear you down already?” You cradle his face in your hand, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “I can feel you throbbing inside me. Do you want to cum?” you ask, receiving a shudder in response when you roll your hips.
“Mhmm,” he grunts, nodding in fervour. Guts runs his hands along your thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh. “Please,” he adds politely.
You hum and slow your movements. “Do you deserve to?”
It’s borderline hilarious to watch the gears in his head turn. The vacant look in his eyes shifts as they widen. “I do,” he says, but the slight wobble in his tone is tinged with nerves.
You can’t stop the grin forming on your face and opt to kiss his damp forehead to hide it. “Relax,” you hush, “I’ll let you cum……
“…eventually.”
Guts groans and slides a hand between your thighs, fingers searching for your clit. You clench tightly around him when he taps it gently with his thumb. “Looks like the blood’s starting to rush back into the right head”—Guts slams his hips upwards, nearly winding you—“Ow, fuck! Ok, ok. No more jokes during sex.” You wince from your sore abdomen. “I’ll cut you a deal,” you pause to gain his attention. “If you make me orgasm within the next ten minutes, I’ll let you cum.”
“You can’t take back your word,” he grunts through gritted teeth. You squeal, arms flailing to wrap around his neck when he flips you onto the ground. There’s a pregnant pause as you stare into each other's eyes. Warm. There’s so much warmth in his gaze for you. “Beautiful,” he says, running his fingers along your face.
Your chest squeezes tight. You turn your head, feeling the cool stone floor press against your burning cheeks. “9 minutes,” you say. Guts clicks his tongue and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He angles his thrusts, ramming into the deepest parts of you. The inferno consuming your body melts your bones to liquid.
“With the sounds you’re making, it won’t be long,” he grunts. You clench tightly around him like a vice. Every well-aimed thrust sends your walls pulsating around his cock. The familiar tightening in your stomach takes hold and threatens to tear you asunder. “Fuck you look so good like this, I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”
You feel calloused fingers brush against your clit, and a bolt of electricity strikes the base of your spine. He chuckles at the way your body curls open like a flower, eager to meet the sun’s rays. When your hips raise to meet him halfway, who is he to deny you of more pleasure?
He brings a finger to his mouth, groaning at your lingering taste on his skin. Before you know it, the building pleasure threatens to burst. He rolls your clit between his fingers, applying constant pressure. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
How much time was left? Gods, you don’t remember anymore. All you can think about is how you’re a second away from release.
The intensity drops. Guts’s thrusts remain deep; his cock drags along your walls in a sweet, slow torture. The flames licking your body from the inside are dying, but the embers are stoked just enough to keep the fire going. “You wouldn’t dare,” you seethe between clenched teeth. The muscles in your jaw are almost as tense as the knot in your stomach.
“Who says I wouldn’t?” Guts remarks calmly. A slight chill creeps up your spine, and you begin to sweat for reasons other than physical exertion.
“But then you don’t get to cum,” you say, trying to build a counterargument to sway him. You were so close; you needed just a little more to get there. In all honesty, both of you knew that if he really wanted to, Guts could easily ignore the bet. But that would mean destroying the mutual trust you spent years building. And you know both of you would rather die than betray the other.
“You said within the next ten minutes, I still have two left.” He slaps your pubic mound lightly, fingers resting above your swollen clit. “It’s not like you specified a time, only a period. So it doesn’t matter if there’s only a second left as long as you cum before it’s over.”
You shudder. What have you done?
Guts begins mumbling to himself. Between the grunts and groans, you can just barely make out a decreasing string of numbers. He’s seriously counting down the seconds he has left before the bet is over??
You arch your back, fingers fisting the stone floor with nothing to ground you. “Fuck me,” you sigh, lifting your hips to feel his cock brush against that sensitive spot.
“Already am,” Guts rasps, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Any other requests?”
“Yeah, fuck me harder.”
He leans down to plant a kiss on your damp forehead. “As you wish.”
And fuck you harder he does. You swear you must be above the clouds with all the stars you see. The slap of flesh echoes in your ears, filled with strained grunts and moans. You like it when Guts is vocal; it makes you feel like you’re doing a good job. One of the quickest ways he can turn you on is by moaning your name, which he’s doing right now. His breathy sighs as your name slips out of his mouth repeatedly like a prayer… it drives you crazy.
There’s only one thought in your mind; it overtakes all the others. You’re on the brink of an orgasm, standing at the edge of a cliff as you wait for the final push. “M’ close,” you say. Your clit throbs, and you feel a tug in your navel as the pressure builds.
“Then let’s bring you closer.” He slowly increases the pace, and your nails claw his back, leaving scratches in their wake. “I want you to look at me when you come undone. Can you do that for me?” You nod, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head when he rubs your clit. “Good.” His fingers maintain pace, and he consistently rams his cock against your g-spot.
Your body thrums with pleasure, ready to come undone at his command. Guts wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes gently. He wasn’t affecting your oxygen supply, but fuck did it do things to you. His thrusts become deeper, pounding into you at a steady rhythm.
That was all it took to shove you off the edge. Your walls spasm around his cock in a toe-curling orgasm. All you can focus on is the waves of mind-numbing pleasure crashing into you, the force of the undertow sweeping you away.
Guts continues to thrust, helping you ride out your orgasm. As you come down from your high, dizzy and lightheaded, you feel his cock swell inside you. He pulls out, pumping his cock as his warm seed spills onto your stomach.
You laugh a breathy chuckle, staring at the mess he made. “I think I need another bath,” you say.
Guts kisses the top of your head and says, “Then let’s get cleaned up.” He scoops an arm underneath your knees and wraps the other around your back.
“Guts!”
“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you,” he says, walking towards the pool. Wading in, he brings you to the stream of water. Already, the spray of droplets is freezing against your skin. You shudder and cling closer to Guts and the heat he radiates. “I’ll help you wash up,” and he lowers your legs, a hand still resting on the small of your back.
“I am capable of washing myself,” you say. Hopefully, the rising sun made the water at least slightly more tolerable. But from how it feels like your feet are encased in ice, you don’t have much hope.
Guts cups some water in his hands and pours it onto your shoulders. “I know you can, but I want to,” he says, kissing the side of your temple. “So stop being stubborn and let me help you.”
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth. “I don’t kn—“ Guts flicks water at your face with a smirk. You pause, your brain struggling to process what happened. “You!” Your eyes narrow into a glare.
Guts bolts, his laughter reverberating the cave walls. You run after him, but it’s difficult despite the water reaching only your calves. Guts is somehow brute forcing his way, but you adapt a weird mixture of hopping and running to catch up.
Once you’re within arm's length of Guts, you kick up the water, successfully splashing him. The smug grin on your face falters when he turns around with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moves only a single step before your flight instincts take over.
Your heart is thumping against your chest, thundering in your ears. His fingertips brush against your spine, and you squeal, dodging to the side. Large splashes grow closer and closer. But they suddenly stop. And amid your confusion, you stop running.
Looking over your shoulder, you see no sign of Guts except a few ripples in the water where you expected him to be.
“Got ya!” Big, strong hands wrap around your waist, and the ground disappears beneath your feet. The world spins in a whirlwind of lights and cool shades of blue and purple. As your surroundings grind to a halt, warm arms pull you into an embrace. Your laughter is dampened by his hug, and you blink to quell the dizziness.
You stare into his eyes, watching black swallow brown. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “Shower?” you whisper, unwilling to break the stillness. If the universe would let you, you would spend every day like this with him. To wake and sleep together, sharing the mundane moments of life and experiencing the little pockets of joy as they occur. But that’s not the kind of world you live in— not if Griffith has anything to say about it.
Guts leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, let’s get cleaned up.” He guides you back to the waterfall, fingers intertwined. You follow him without resistance. All the running around has warmed you up, but that only makes the water feel colder. Guts is careful as he washes you. “I know it’s cold, but you’re being so good for me,” he coos. His hands firmly glide across your skin. You feel him pause to trace the scars on your body, gently tracing the thin lines on your lower abdomen. His touch dips down between your thighs, and you part them.
He does nothing more than clean up the mess he made, but you’re still sensitive. Little tremors run through your body, the aftershocks of your ground-shaking orgasm. Guts surprises you with a kiss on your neck. You swear this man is trying to kill you with his affection. With the uncomfortable slickness gone, you lean against Guts and relish in him pampering you. If only you had brought more soap. You could have asked him to wash your hair.
“Done?” he asks, to which you nod. Guts picks you up again and carries you to dry land, where he dries you off with the towel again. “Arms up,” he commands. And before you know it, a shirt is pulled over your head. The fabric still smells like him. Smoke from a fire pit and the medicinal scent of herbs from his ointment. You glance over and watch him put on his pants. Your eyes trail along the scars on his body. Most of them have healed nicely, but they’ll always remain to remind you how close to death you were that night.
Your fingers absentmindedly rest against the area of your brand. Before you can slip into a spiral, Guts calls out your name. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are focused on where your hand is. “I’ll be fine,” you insist. You’re unsure if he believes you, but he nods and doesn’t pry further.
Your eyes begin to droop, and a big yawn escapes your mouth. “I think it’s time to rest,” Guts says. Luckily, your sleeping arrangements aren’t too far. With Rickert’s help, Erica was able to find a larger bedroll for you and Guts to share. You never voiced the thought out loud, but you liked the closeness it forced. Something about sleeping in his arms brought you a sense of peace and security.
When he holds you at night, the nightmares leave you in peace. The screams quiet, and the stench of iron is replaced with cedar and smoke. The arms around your waist are tender. Guts is like a kiln; you’re dry clay—fragile at first but robust after exposure to his warmth.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Guts asks, petting your hair. You’re lying in bed, limbs tangled like vines wrapped around a tree.
The corners of your lips curl up. “Like what?”
Guts leans his forehead against yours. “Like I’m everything to you. That’s my job,” he says.
You’re smiling so much your cheeks ache. “I love you.”
Guts mirrors your smile. His hand slides down to cup your face. You can feel his breath tickle your skin. His eyes dart to your parted lips before closing the gap.
The kiss is slow and tender. Soft, pliable lips that leave you panting for air. Guts trails his mouth along your jawline, leaving a path of fire as he moves to the hollow of your throat.
You can’t help but let out a content sigh when he pays attention to the sensitive area. Your cheeks tingle at the thought of waking up and being greeted with a new mark. Guts plants one last kiss on your collarbone before drawing you closer to him.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles into your skin. You snuggle into him, wanting his scent to envelop you. His next words are so quiet you almost miss them. “Promise me you won’t leave, too.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. You look into his eyes and see a reflection of what you’ve become. His dark circles fare no better than yours, and that vengeful spark has dulled, having been weathered over time by grief.
You lost your friends and family, but so did he.
With the brand carved into your skin and the spirits waiting around every corner to devour you…. “You know I can’t promise you that,” you say, and you hate how your words feel like a punch to your own gut.
“Then lie to me and promise anyway,” he whispers, staring at you through glossy eyes.
You bite your lip but refuse to look away. Raising a hand to wipe his tears, you say, “I promise to stay for as long as I’m able.”
Guts nods, soothed by your response. “Rest. I’ll keep us safe.”
Us. The word sends your heart a flutter. You shift into a comfortable position and drift into darkness, dreaming of campfires and starry skies for once.
End Note:
It's like I can't decide whether I want the fic to be sad, happy, or horny. So why not all three?
I also decided to bite the bullet and get image dividers, because trying to get center formatting and having it stay consistent across platforms is tiring. Do they look ok? I got them from a Tumblr post by @/saradika if anyone wanted to know.
I have no idea when my next work will come out. I already have some fics queued up and knowing myself, I'll either speed right through them, or drag them out too long and lose interest lol
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ
Reblogs are appreciated!
#guts x reader#guts x reader smut#berserk x reader#berserk fic#berserk#afab reader#otherwise gender neutral#no y/n#fluff and smut#Angst#But just a smidge#It helps season the fic#This sat in my drafts way too long#Why is writing smut so hard#Why can't I have some sort of divine oracle to enlighten me?#Time to yeet this into the void and never look back
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i'm actually banging my head against the wall i have so many wips to write and i have 2 big finals next week and i have p.e. tmr and i can't get anything done
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Live footage of me trying to write sex scenes in my fanfic.
[Lucy (reading Snoopy's story): "'I think you are very nice,' he had told her, and they shook hands."
Lucy (to Snoopy): They shook hands? ...I think your love scene needs a little something...
Snoopy: I always get so embarrassed...]
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the best part about having multiple WIPs is being able to jump between them when i get blocked on one
the worst part about having multiple WIPs is none of them are fucking finished, and i'm stuck on the smut for all of them
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Who in your opinion is mtl rough in bed from enha hyung line? 👀
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SUNGHOON now listen i know this might come off as controversial but bear with me babes. i'm an avid believer that this man is simply uncapable of going easy on his s/o. there's nothing else that gets him going as much fucking you dumb until the only thing left on your mind is his name. and there goes my hard dom hoon agenda again – like the shut up you slut and take whatever i give you kinda hard dom. heavy on degrading, spanking, overstimulating you... pls i am so normal about him
HEESEUNG i know that a lot of yall portray him as a sub but i just can't go behind this agenda I'M SORRY I MAY BE BIASED 😔 anyway, i think that hee is an absolute menace once you get him horny (which is not that hard, let's not lie to ourselves). he'd be HEAVILY into degrading too, especially if his s/o is more on the submissive side. loves to recieve oral more than to give one especially when you choke oh so prettily on his cock
JAKE he just loves you sm – he's a service dom imo and he would do absolutely everything and anything that you ask of him. i think that this man is def the kinkiest one out of all the guys in here but he wouldn't just drown you in every new idea he gets, he would rather take it slow, one by one yk? baby just loves to please you and make you feel the best as you possibly can, so not even a year in your relationship and i'm pretty sure he would've tried absoluetely EVERYTHING on you by then <33
JAY oh he's absolutely a dom too, don't get me wrong, i just feel like he literally WORSHIPS you and woud prefer to make love to you rather than to just fuck you like some whore (but if you're into that then he'll do the best he can, take my word on that 😚). i'm not saying he's vanilla, i just think he wouldn't be as rough with you. jay just knows what he's doing and he's confident and secure with his abilites in bed, so he wouldn't have to go all feral on you to make you feel completely satisfied
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#i am so sorry that this took so long#i don't even know why i just couldn't get myself to finish writing it babe#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen headcanons#carly answers ✎
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it’s really you (on my mind)
best friend’s brother!bucky barnes x fem!reader
(gif by me)
inseparable since middle school, it was no surprise that you ended up falling for your long-time best friend. what was surprising, was who you actually ended up with at the end of the day.
warnings: SMUT (unprotected vaginal sex, blowjobs, face fucking, finger fucking, dirty talk, name-calling, slightly public sex, consent checks, breeding), angst, insecurities, language, very small age gap, hurt/comfort, a little cheesiness.
(this is highly inspired by something i watched a while ago, that i cannot remember for the life of me)
A two-week long vacation between two families can go one of two ways: completely fine and dandy, or a total fucking disaster mid-way through.
This one time, it’s not so perfectly black and white.
Your feet are covered in wet sand, sliding through your flip-flops and even found home in the bottoms of your bikini. It doesn’t help, how they drag along the hot pavement on your way back to the shared beach house.
The crash of the screen door hitting the wall is the last thing on your mind, shaking body making it harder to walk as you storm through the living room, hell-bent on landing upstairs with a crash land onto your temporary mattress. You’re practically dizzy with embarrassment, shame, anxiety and fear— feeling like you just swallowed an entire bottle of Adderall mixed with coffee.
Your own anxiety blinds you from your surroundings— so the sudden, jarring feeling of a hand stopping you via a grip on your wrist is enough to have you letting out a shriek.
“Hey! Hey!” Bucky calls, a lighthearted chuckle gracing his voice, “What’s the hurry?”
You’re breathing shallow and fast, heartbeat practically pounding in your chest; you’re crumbling in on yourself. You try to cover it up, try to calm yourself down, but the shakiness in your breathing and palms is enough to blow your cover.
“Noth-nothing,” You stutter, barely meeting his gaze. “I’m just- tired, and wet, I just wanna take a shower.”
He goes quiet, smile leaving his features. His eyes are scanning you, scanning you with a softness you rarely see from him. Always the cooler, more aloof, older guy— fresh out of college, hurdling closer towards his future than you’ve ever been. It’s rare; rare that he speaks like this, rare that his voice isn’t threaded with incessant teasing and sarcasm.
With one look down to your shaking hands, fiddling with each other nervously, he steps closer.
“Hey,” His voice is soft, “What’s goin’ on? You’re shaking.”
“Nothing.” You insist— but the tears threatening to spill from your eyes tell a different story.
Bucky grabs your trembling hands, holding them together, “Take a deep breath. Calm down.”
After staring down at his feet, lulling it over in your head, you let out a shaky, trembling breath. You continue, deep, in-and-out, until it’s smooth. Until it’s not withering in your lungs. Until it’s not an uphill battle.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Bucky asks, slowly letting go of your hands, letting them fall to your sides.
You watch as he leans back against the marble countertop, on the side next to the bar stools. You rub your right arm with your left hand, still trembling, but at least breathing.
“It’s- uhm,” You’re struggling to get past the wall of anxiety that’s flooding you. “I asked- I asked him out.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, staring at you with the prompt to elaborate.
“Beckett.”
His eyebrows raise in knowing. “Finally?”
“What?”
He laughs humorlessly, picking at the loose thread on his Baja hoodie. “I mean, I can’t say I didn’t see it coming? I honestly expected you to do it sooner.”
Your eyes grow sad, scared and wary.
“It wasn’t obvious, or anything,” Bucky retracts, hoping to calm you down, “At least, like, not to him. No offense to him, but... my little brothers fucking oblivious. Honestly.”
You hum in response, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth.
“I’m assuming it didn’t go well?”
You shake your head.
“That’s... really surprising.” His voice raises in pitch, eyebrows going back up. “I mean, I- I always thought, he had a thing for you. I think we all thought it. That’s why, well, I-“
“Really?” You cut him off- tugging on your lip harder when he nods. He watches as your fingers grab onto the skin of your arm harder, pinching it between your fingers with unease.
“Do you want a hug?” Bucky asks, voice soft, eyes soft, but with uncertainty.
You nod, almost childlike, immediately melting when he pulls you into a tight embrace. The fabric of his jacket is enough to warm you, fingers folding into it to pull him tighter.
“I’m getting your jacket wet,” You mumble, muffled, head buried in his chest.
He blows a raspberry, mouth vibrating against your hair, “I don’t care.”
It’s the constant throbbing in your brain— the fear of you being you that keeps dragging you down. The fear that you weren’t good enough, weren’t hot enough, weren’t funny enough. It has you crying softly against his chest, rough sniffling muffling with the fabric.
After a few, long, heavy moments of you rotting against his chest, slightly calmed by the constant rubbing he’s providing to your arms, you finally manage to pull yourself away.
Rubbing a tear from your cheek, you gulp. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Hey, what?” His voice strains, “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not personal, I fuckin’ swear. You didn’t- you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s his own shit. That doesn’t mean you fucked up, or-or you’re fucked up.”
Your eyes continue to water, your wiped away tears still making your cheeks sticky and hot. You still can’t look at him, even when he’s holding you, even when he’s guiding you.
“Then why does it keep happening?” Your voice is barely there. Barely a whisper.
“What?”
You swallow, thick in your throat, sucking your bottom lip in behind your teeth.
“This- it’s the second time I,” You breathe, “I just keep getting turned away, rejected, I feel… I feel so fucking stupid.”
“You’re great. You’re... you’re fun, and you’re smart, and you’re- you’re hot.”
That has you scoffing. It’s not in disdain for him, not in anger— but in sorrow and pity for yourself. The frown on your face is bigger than your own eyes.
Sensing the tension, the anxiety, he asks: “Do you want to sit down?”
When you say yes, he guides you to the long, L-shaped couch in the corner of the room. Sitting down with you, letting enough space sit between you two so it’s not awkward— but not enough that he can’t comfort you.
“You’re not- you’re not unlovable, or unattractive, or whatever is going through your head right now.” He reassures you, still rubbing your arm with his thumb, “I swear to god.”
When you look at him, you can’t help but feel the words bubbling at your throat, giving you heartburn and scorching your mouth like vomit.
“It was you first.”
First, he’s confused. His eyebrows furrow, his eyes squint, his body tenses. “First?”
But when it hits him, it hits him.
“Oh.” He gasps, “Oh.”
You turn away, staring at the wooden floor poking out from between your feet.
“You never- I never- That’s impossible. I never, I couldn’t have rejected you. You never said anything.” He rambles.
You shake your head.
Oh.
Oh.
His eyes soften.
The years of him dating his past girlfriend; Dot, was her name. They had met in college, hit it off quick, and swallowed up two years of your life. The Instagram photos, the times she slept over, her insistence on PDA and flaunting him anywhere she can— it ate you up. It broke your heart.
“I didn’t know. You didn’t- you never said anything.” He stutters, voice still soft. He sounds sad, almost regretful. He sounds saddened for you and himself. “I’m... I’m sorry. I always thought... I thought you and my brother...” He explains, dread filling his lungs like air.
Your face only saddens, swallowing thickly. You can’t help but feel your lip quiver, fingers beginning to tremble again.
“Did you actually?” Bucky asks, slowly.
You nod. “Yeah... yeah.”
Bucky can’t help but go silent. He takes a moment, takes a second to really process it, staring off into space next to you for moments before he speaks. The silence kills you, it’s painful, it’s murderous, almost violent in the way it hits you— almost threatening to draw tears from your eyes once again, finally looking at him.
“I wouldn’t have rejected you.” He states, finally, eyes closed. When you don’t respond, he continues, “I... I liked you too, you know.”
“What?” You ask, almost like your flabbergasted by the idea that he would even think about seeing you that way. You’re younger, you’re behind him, you’re from a different world— not even in his peripheral vision.
“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. “I just, I thought you liked Beckett, so I never- I never said anything. And even- and even if that wasn’t the case, I didn’t want to make it awkward, didn’t want him to hate me for ruining your friendship or something.”
“So you...” You trail off, trying to collect your thoughts, “You were into me, before Dot?”
He chuckles, dry and nervous. “I mean- It’s... it’s shitty, but, I did even while I was with her.”
You’re staring, eyes blank, eyebrows raised, finding yourself trying to soften your breathing again. “Do you, still...?”
“I mean...” Laughing awkwardly again, he leans his elbow on his thigh to rub at his forehead, “Yeah. Yeah. Of course I do.”
“Really?” Your voice is hopeful, a smile appearing at the sides of your mouth.
“Yeah.” He laughs again, but this time, it feels genuine. “I mean- have you looked in the mirror? That swimsuit you’re in today is enough to drive me to fucking drink. And it’s not just because you’re hot, you— you’ve been taking up my mind, like. constantly. Every time we talk, I walk away so fucking...” He lets out a long, heavy sigh. “Satisfied.”
That has you almost crying again, but for a completely different reason. You’re laughing, wetly, trying to pry your eyes away from him despite the fact that you can’t. He squeezes your arm, reminding you that you’re still connected.
When you turn back to him, he brings his hand to your cheek, wiping some stray, wet hairs out of your eyes. His hand lands to cup your cheek, just to hold you.
“Can you kiss me?” You find yourself asking, before you can even think about it.
Bucky’s taken by surprise. It has him almost acting immediately, before he roots out his worries.
“I’m not...” Fingers trailing your face, “I’m not taking advantage of you, am I?”
You giggle, heart beating warm from his care. You shake your head. “No. I promise.”
Slowly, he leans in. He places a tentative, experimental kiss to your mouth— lips barely even pressing against yours. You grab his face, pulling him in, swallowing his mouth in yours. It has him grunting and moaning against you, hand moving to your back to pull you in closer.
After exploring each other’s mouths, practically eating each other whole, Bucky pulls away:
“What about- what about my brother?” He asks, out of breath.
“I don’t- I don’t care about him,” You breathe heavy, nose rubbing against his, “It was you first. It still is.”
He basks in your words like they’re the sun, a grin exploring his entire face and crinkling his nose. He brings you in again; has you moaning and gasping into his mouth, hands holding onto his stubbled jaw for dear life. He can feel his body vibrating, his stomach wrapping up in knots as the familiar, cold desire spreads up his spine; the same one that is spreading throughout your core.
With your body pressed so close to his, getting closer by each minute- you can feel his length under his sweatpants, growing harder with each kiss. He apologizes, pulling away from you.
You’re trying to catch your breath, “Don’t be.”
You lean down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck, fingers trailing down his clothed chest with the same rhythm. Feeling his fingers itching near your ribs, you grasp your hand in his, bringing it to cup your clothed breast.
Bucky groans as he squeezes the mound of flesh— he’s quick to pull down one of your bikini cups, head moving quick to bring his mouth to your nipple. He wraps his lips around the bud, suckling onto it as he massages the rest of your breast.
That has you tossing your head back, letting a moan out into the air- “Fuck.”
“Is this okay?” He asks, mumbling against your bust.
“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck yes.”
With him sucking on your exposed tits, you brush your hand down, palming his cock overtop of his pants. He groans against your nipple, pausing his movements at your distraction.
When he stops, you pull him away from your tits, grasping his face in both of your hands.
“I want you in my mouth.” You confess, breathless.
That has Bucky groaning again, cock throbbing in his pants. “Are you sure?”
“Please,” You whine, “I wanna suck your cock. Please.”
How could he ever say no to that?
With his approval, you lean your head down almost immediately. You pull down his sweats, exposing his boxers, which are removed just as quickly. His cock; hard, leaking and pink at the tip smacks against his clothed stomach. You wrap your hands around his length, suppressing the moan threatening to spill when you realize you can’t even touch your fingers around his width.
When you give your first experimental lick, he’s moaning, head tossed against the couch; “Fuck.”
Bucky’s hand moves to wipe the hair out of your face, watching as you wrap your lips around his cock and slide him down your throat. He’s grunting, moaning at the sight; unable to keep his eyes away from you, despite how they threaten to close.
He’s salty in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down. Your hand massages the part of his length you can’t fit down, feeling the way he’s throbbing against your palm.
One thing you’ve learned is that Bucky is extremely vocal. He can’t keep his mouth shut— between grunts, moans and whimpers, he’s letting out an entire symphony above you, free hand gripping the couch so tightly his hand turns white.
You lean up to grab his hand, pressing both of them at the back of your neck as a signal.
He stares into your eyes, big and round above his cock, “Are you sure?”
You hum against his cock, making him grunt.
“Fuck, okay.”
Bucky grips your hair between his hands, spreading his legs enough to let himself balance. He starts slow; pushing and pulling you up and down his cock, groaning at the feeling of your tongue moving around his tip.
He gets faster, fucking your face within minutes. You’re gagging around him, spit trailing down onto his pants, tears slipping from your eyes to mix with your already wet face.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl.” Bucky moans, “Takin’ it so well. You like my cock down your throat? You like letting me use that little mouth of yours?”
When you moan at his words, he can’t help but laugh.
“God, I know you do,” He gets faster, grunting harder, “I can tell. Such a little- fuck, little whore, lettin’ me use her like this- I love it, shit, I fuckin’ love it.”
He pulls you off of him with a wet pop, whining at the loss of your mouth- despite the fact that he’s the one who caused it.
“C’mere.”
He’s quick to pull you up, pulling you onto his lap. You can feel his cock against your stomach; but before you can react he pulls you back against his mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum against your tongue.
Bucky pulls the other cup of your top down, freeing both of your tits to the air conditioned breeze. He slides his hands down your stomach; tickling your skin, before it slips underneath your swim trunks.
His fingers rub on your folds, smiling when he finds you already soaked.
“You get that wet just from suckin’ me off?” He asks, after pulling away from your desperate mouth.
“Uh-huh,” You whine, “Can’t help it.”
He coos, rubbing your cheek with his free thumb, “I know you can’t, baby.”
Bucky’s fingers catch in your hole, slipping inside with ease. He’s able to fit two in with your provided slick, soaking his fingers and sliding them right in. His thumb flicks at your clit as his fingers scissor inside of you, pumping in and out.
You bury your face in his neck, desperately grinding against his fingers with heavy moans against his neck. That only makes him get faster; pistoning inside your heat with abandon, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with ease.
“You want me to fuck you?” He breathes, strain in his voice clear. “Want me to fuck you right here on this couch, where anyone could fuckin’ walk in and see you?”
You whine, “Yes, fuck, please.”
When he pulls your trunks to the side, he slips inside of your wet heat easily.
Bucky groans at the feeling of your fluttering core clenching around him, harmonizing with your whimpers.
He pulls you up by your chin; softly, stroking your cheek with his hand, despite how it shakes with pleasure. “You okay?”
You nod, “Mhm. I’m okay. Please move.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips.
Bucky starts off slow— a tantalizing, torturous grind, barely even moving inside of your cunt.
“Mm, I know, honey.” He coos, after you whimper impatiently against his skin, “I gotta- fuck, gotta go slow. Pussy’s so fuckin’ tight, if I go any faster I’m gonna blow my fuckin’ load already.”
That has you moaning. That image: him filling your cunt, having him leaking out of your folds and onto the couch, over top of your trunks— it fulfills this primal desire in your stomach, making you even more desperate than you were before.
“Oh fuck, do you like that?” Bucky asks, almost shocked, “You like the idea of me fillin’ that little cunt?”
You nod, whining.
“Fuck,” He moans, drawn out in a long groan. His thrusts get faster; he’s grabbing onto your waist, pulling you down against him so he can piston into your cunt from below. You’re loud, moaning into the air as his heavy balls slap against your ass. “God, you’re so fucking dirty.”
Your hand draws down to beneath your pants, rubbing your clit in circles.
“Fuck, baby,” Bucky grunts at the sight, “Look so pretty gettin’ yourself off like that, shit, yeah, make yourself cum on my cock. That’s fuckin’ it.”
You’re bouncing on top of him without even moving, tits moving rapidly in front of his face, hair flowing every which way with the fast movement. You’re so close, so desperate to that rope finally ripping, tearing inside of your core in the most delicious way.
Bucky’s sounds of pleasure fuel your need, getting you closer to that edge, hurdling, hurdling, hurdling, until—
“Fuck, Bucky, fuck!”
You’re crashing. Falling down off the cliff into a bone rattling orgasm, cunt clenching so hard around his cock you’re suffocating it. Your legs are twitching, trembling around him, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking you through it, using you to get himself off- now that he no longer needs to worry about you coming.
“Oh god, baby, gonna fuckin’ cum,” He grunts, “Can I really come in you? Fuck, you gonna let me?”
His voice is so genuine, it has you turned on all over again.
“I’m on the pill, please. Please, fill me up.”
You lean down, whispering, whining encouragement into his ear, practically pleading for him to spend his load deep inside your cunt.
When Bucky cums, he cums hard. His balls slap against your ass one last time, burying himself deep inside of you. His legs are trembling, burying his face into your neck to muffle the yells he’s letting out, almost completely against his will.
“Oh,” He moans, voice trembling like his limbs, “Oh god.”
“Mhm,” You whine, brushing his hair in your fingers.
You two stay there, wrapped in each other. You can feel his cum dripping out of you already, running down your leg to stain the grey fabric of his sweatpants; which undoubtedly need a thorough washing now.
You feel Bucky leaving soft, gentle kisses against your jawline, up to your ear, cheek and nose, then finally planting one on your lips.
“You okay? Was that okay?” He asks, brushing your hair from your face.
“Mhm.” You hum, again, “Was really good.”
He smiles, genuine and soft. “Good. I’m glad.”
You giggle, bringing him in for another kiss by the back of his head, more sloppy this time.
“Hey, uh,” He says after he pulls away- much to his own dismay, “As much as I’d love to just stay here, we should probably move. They’re gonna be comin’ back from the water, soon.”
“Oh- shit, yeah, right.” You laugh, letting out a harsh breath. But when you move to get up off of him, he pulls you down, wrapping your mouth in another harsh, tongue-filled kiss.
“Sorry, just had to do that one more time.”
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It’s impossible to look for patterns in clouds when my eyes are full of water, but when the rain passes I can see myself reflected in the beautiful sun.
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wip wednesday
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just a tiny lil snippet of the bucktommy fic before I post it probably later tonight (it's basically almost done, and then I just need a title)
ngl this whole fic turned out hornier than I expected but buck is just a baby bi who has his first boyfriend, and I am not immune to how hot tommy is okay 🙈 (buck and I have literally the exact same taste in men and women istg 🤣)
i kinda wanted to turn it into smut but I want it posted before the episode and it turned out too long already haha
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“When you’re ready.” Tommy says, his thumb tenderly brushing against where Buck’s birthmark is.
“Yeah.” Buck nods. “And when I am, I- Well, I bet you can teach me more stuff than just flying or Muay Thai.” he says half-jokingly, referencing the conversation right before their first kiss, when Buck didn’t even realize he was flirting until he thought back on it – which freaked him out, too, because how often did this happen before? Tommy just grins, all confident and charming, and leans in to press a soft but hungry kiss to Buck’s lips. Buck’s insides swirl and dance and make him feel all giddy and floaty.
“Oh, I can teach you. I’m gonna.” he whispers, lightly pulling at Buck’s lip. Buck almost asks him to stay. Almost tries to bring Tommy closer, and thrust his hips up to make their clothed dicks collide again, wanting to feel that pressure again. He doesn’t, though. Which requires an impressive amount of self-control, if he says so himself.
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#wip wednesday#lowkey wanna write bucktommy smut ngl#maybe i will eventually haha#honestly the way im trying so hard not to make this one into smut but buck is fighting me lmao he really wants to fuck that man 🤣#also had an idea for eddie pov fic where he's pining and jealous and has no idea why he feels weird about bucktommy 🤔#(i wanted this fic to go there but it'd be too fucking long haha)#fic snippet#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#911 fic#911 abc#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommy post-date fic#buck x tommy#bucktommy fic
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☆cw: nsfw content, 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, afab!reader, cuckolding, oral (m recieving)/face fucking, threesome (mmf), pussy teasing, slapping, slight degradation from gojo and lots of praises from nanami, toys, cum eating, overstimulation, hair pulling, aftercare☆ 𝟭.𝟲𝗸 word count
☆𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢/𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☆
part 2 of ♡︎ , also on ao3 @/killzenin !
“i can see the way you look at her.” gojo whispered in the other man’s ear. intermittently looking at you at the other side of the room, chatting with some people and then back at the blond by his side. nanami turned to him, gazing at him puzzled.
“...huh?” lowering his tinted sunglasses his eyes fell incredulously on his companion, not believing his confused face. gojo snickered as he took a sip of his champagne filled glass.
“i’m not dumb, i bet after you peeped at us fucking you’ve been dreaming about her ever since.”
“gojo, it's not—'' slender hands reach towards nanami’s face, which lead to face your direction. the blond’s eyes began to capture your figure, there was no hiding in his eyes how stunned his face seemed to be. as a floor-length gown with an open back and subtle sparkle draped your body, perfect for the nighttime auction you were attending. gojo, observing nanami’s wishful expression, reaches out to whisper again.
“look at yourself, it’s so fucking obvious!” he snarked, “...i mean who wouldn’t be mesmerized.”
then gojo hesitated on his next words as he let go of nanami’s face, “she thinks you’re handsome. or at least those were her drunk words, either way…she’s thinking of a good friend of mine rather than some bastard.”
nanami said nothing, catching a clue to what his friend might be proposing, after that gojo whispered once again into his ear, “call me and we can arrange something.” he then disappeared nanami’s side to be by yours, leaving the blond all alone, pondering.
that conversation led to where you are now, stuck between the two gorgeous men. as your mouth wrapped around nanami’s hard dick while satoru teased with his gaunt fingers around your entrance, stretching you open. both men had no need to torment your clit or nipples. that job was well executed by the small rotor vibrators attached to you. the vibrations sending you uncontrollable pleasure to those sensitive áreas, weakening you with every passing second.
if it weren’t for gojo holding you in place on the low table, your body would give out straight away as the rotors kept your nipples and clit in a pleasure loop. muffled moans came from deep within your throat, sending shivers to the blonde man. wanting more, he reached out, grabbed a fistful of your hair and started to jerk his hips forward.
“shit darling! you’re taking my dick so well.” your eyes flew to the back of your skull as your moans became gags. the corners of your mouth had streams of drool seeping over and the tip of your nose repeatedly hit nanami’s pelvis.
gojo laughs, “of course she does, this little slut loves to take mine.” in a swift move he harshly imprinted his hand on your ass.
you yelp at the sudden slap and tried so hard not to choke on the blond’s length. so you tapped on the hands that held your hair, telling him to let go. and so he did with care, undoing your mouth from his length, your tongue then traveled through his base, picking up drool and precum all the way to the tip.
your doe, teary eyes met nanami’s as you smile, such sight enthralled him. with a messy mouth and crystalized eyes looking at him with such desire, he would take you right then and there. his brown eyes followed you every move as you turned your back on him to face gojo.
“what the fuck was that?” you teased slowly as you removed the rotors from your body. your eyes filled with sudden amusement, it wasn’t the first time he had performed some form of mild impact play, but this one stung a little bit more than usual.
“are you jealous?” you slithered your arms around the man and faced his ear as you whisper, “that i was gagging on somebody else’s dick than yours? you know we’ve never been exclusive…right?”
“that does not mean i still want that tight little pussy all for myself.”
“well then, you better keep up with nanami.” your lips merged with satoru’s, a sense of ownership engulfing him as his lips kissed you in a desperate manner. your hand reached out to subdue the urgency of his forgotten cock. while your hand pumped onto gojo’s length your other one gestured nanami to approach you.
once you felt his hot breath linger around the base of your neck you guided your fingers towards your needy cunt, spreading your leaking lips apart. the blond gladly accepted such invite, ripping open the condom wrap, throwing the wrap away he placed the condom on his excited dick. his tip teased around the entrance of your folds, enticing you with each fluttering stroke.
your sopping walls wrapped tightly around nanami’s length while it plunged inside of you with ease. a sudden gasp interrupted your makeout session with satoru, nanami’s girth astounded you. weak moans started to seep out of you as nanami slowly thrusted his way in and out.
your lips then traced downwards flashing kisses from his jaw, down to his chest, abs then pelvis alongside pumping his cock rougher and faster as you went down.
“the fuck? nanami i told you when we made the deal, you can’t fuck her!” gojo’s icy eyes stared down at the blond as he kept on slowly thrusting into you.
“yeah, sorry man.” he mocked, drunk on ecstasy of how your walls squeezed on him, but before gojo could do anything you interjected.
“le-ughh— let him.” with shaky words you voiced how you’d approved nanami’s actions. “it’s fineee-ahh!” nanami buckled his hips forward with more speed and force, making more prominent moans echo through the room.
“fine,” gojo’s low voice resonated, he then leveled to your height, “i’ll make you regret getting your pussy fucked by another guy sweet.”
“open your slut mouth for me, hmm?” looking up towards him, you lolled your tongue out, expectant. he then teased his dick around your mouth, smearing precum on your lips and smacking your cheeks with it until he finally let you take his length in your mouth with haste. “you needy little whore— are you enjoying getting fucked?”
both men started to simultaneously thrust inside you from opposite ends, not letting you for a second to answer coherently. only for the muffled moans and squeals to attest to a positive answer from you. gojo grabbed onto the back of your head as you started to suck him deep, nanami followed soon after on his end. the blond clutched onto your hips as he started to pound on you. the constant motion of pleasure sent your head into a fever.
your juices began to flow down your thighs, adding more volume to the wet, slapping sounds that consumed the room. nanami became more vocal as bliss overran him. “s-shit, this pussy’s so good.”
every string of praise from nanami made your cunt leak further as gojo’s filthy words made your heart skip beats, you wanted to hear more. of how good of a cock sucker and fucker you were at the get go for both filthy rich men. gojo couldn’t get enough of your mouth, tits, ass and pussy. nanami however marveled himself in exploring every inch of you, begging for more. the lust of both men showed through them in the shape of grunts and stiff moans as they went faster.
“such a filthy whore, next time you’re taking both our cocks in that pretty pussy of yours.” you were a crying, drooling mess and imagining the scenario of gojo’s words made your insides flip and the orgasm brewing even further.
your mouth ached as you freed it from gojo’s dick, “cumming, i- i...”
“go on darling, cum for us.” nanami adjusted his position as he was also close to cumming as well, taking a hold of your shivering thigh in the air, as he plunged himself deeper reaching your most sensitive area.
“nana— mi so deep, so deep! yes...more…more!” your brain began to lose any sense of self as you only craved more from the blond’s erratic fucking.
“want your cum.” you lolled out your tongue once more and took gojo’s length once more into your hollow mouth, bobbing your head fast and fisting onto what was left that could not fit.
“oh sweet, you have it” the silver haired man's head flew back as he reached out his own climax by your hands. silky, white strings of cum settled at the back of your mouth. you heartly swallowed every drop of his cum. removing his length from your mouth gojo mimicked what you had previously done to him, straightening your posture as he went down on your body kissing it.
nanami took advantage of your face now being close to his, “best cunt i’ve ever fucked princess, i would have you worshipping my cock day and night.” his husk words were what set your orgasm in motion while he kissed around the sweet spot on your neck. you began to spasm as your pussy swallowed him deeper, soon finding relief as he loaded the condom to the brim.
after collapsing your orgasm, gojo cradled your body to his room. your eyes drooped, too tired to hang on as they sought for deep slumber. however, in the fleeting moments your eyes opened you saw how nanami followed closely behind both of you, half clothed. as the tall man laid you down on his fluffy bed he instructed nanami to keep you awake as he went out of the room to bring a damp towel.
“gimme your phone” you breathed, the blonde romaged in his pocket and reached out his phone, giving it to you unlocked. with fading vision you typed in your phone number into his contact list.
with what little strength you got left you cupped his cheek and pecked nanami on his lips, “call me whenever you want.”
im open to recieve submissions ! ㅤ ��killzenin
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Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 3)
Part 1, Part 2.
Ready for some actual plot?! This is also where I’m the most vague and not at all confident in my writing but here we go anyway enjoy! ~
Life goes on, he and Eddie become thick as thieves. All of their classmates are completely thrown by it, Nancy most of all. She tried talking to him at one point, again, and he turned right around.
Then, he’s hit with his heat.
Honestly, it’s his own fault for even forgetting it.
It’s also his fault for not telling Eddie.
Because it hits on a random school day and normally, the two of them hang out at school and after. So, when he wakes up feeling gross and empty, he doesn’t even have time to call ahead. On top of that, his dad called his mom away.
As he gets out of the shower, feeling more alive, there’s a loud knocking on his front door. Pulling on clothes is a chore and this is the one thing he hates about being an omega.
Probably pulling open the door without looking to see who it is first, is a mistake. Clearly. Because before his mind registers it, he’s pulling the person inside and pushing them up against the wall.
Then he’s hit with a scent combination of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass. One of his absolute favorite scents out there. He blinks and he’s met with Eddie looking at him, then arousal is filling his scent. Steve’s heat-brain doesn’t even think, just pulls the alpha to him and crashes their lips together.
It’s not the last time either.
The heat-brain doesn’t last long, thankfully, and they can talk. Even if they’re both entirely naked and have already shoved their tongues into each other’s mouths.
“Sorry” Steve whispers, his head resting on top of Eddie’s chest, “I didn’t mean to jump you.”
Eddie just laughs, pulling him closer to him, “I’ll be honest, didn’t expect this when i decided to come here. Very happy about it, though”
The omega doesn’t say anything at first, moves his sore body up and then straddles the alpha, looking down at him with a frown. “Is it because you get a few days of sex or because you like me?”
Eddie’s hands fly to his hips and holds him steady as the alpha moves slightly to sit up, then moves one of his hands to Steve’s face. A soft smile and what Steve hopes, awe and adoration in his eyes, “Stevie, because I like you. A lot, I’ll be honest the sex is just a bonus”
——— Two Months Later ———
Something feels off, Steve isn’t sure what exactly it is. But he knows, something is off and it’s pissing him off.
First, he’s waking up feeling nauseous all the damn time. He can’t stand certain smells, his mom’s perfume for example, one of his favorite scents and lately he can’t even stand it to be near it. Thankfully his other favorite scent, Eddie’s scent, is fine and one of the only things to actually settle and soothe him.
Second, he feels like absolute shit all the damn time. And can’t figure out which can hurt more, his chest, stomach or his legs.
The only thing he’s feeling great about is the fact that he and Eddie are a couple now and it’s truly the best feeling in the world. He didn’t think an alpha could be this good and actually want him.
He’s currently on his knees in front of his toilet, dry heaving whatever is left in his system. Feeling like absolute trash.
“Steve, sweetie, what is going on? Are you ok?” He hears his mom through the door along with her knocking, “Steve?”
He groans, pushing himself off the ground and walks over to open the door, only to rush back to the toilet to throw up again. Hearing his mom walk over and then bind down, she’s wearing her perfume currently but the smell coming from the toilet is enough for him to not shove his hand against his nose.
“I feel like shit, mom”
She only lets out a hum, smoothing his hair away from his face and he’s hit with her scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Sighing, he chases the warmth of his mom’s hand and whines when it’s pulled away. Opening his eyes, he sees his mom staring at him with concern and before he knows it, she’s standing up and turning around.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie”
Then he’s alone again, but not for long. His eyes pop open when he’s hit with something on the back of his head. Glaring at his mom, he blindly grabs whatever it is and pulls it forwards to find….
A pregnancy test.
“No, oh no.” He mumbles, looking at the stick, “mom, no. I-“
She shakes her head and doesn’t look pissed off, but he can see the tiny bit of disappointment before she’s looking back at him like she always does, with nothing but adoration and love. “Steve, sweetie, I know you and Eddie spent your heat together last month. There’s a chance you might be, until we can get a doctors appointment, this is the only way”
His eyes sting as he stares at the offending stick and then back at his mom. “But, but I’m only-“
She nods and bends down next to him a sad smile on her lips, “I know, sweetie. It’s ok, really, it is. I’ll still love you and will be right here with you the entire time.”
“What about Eddie? He’s only a year older- we’re both-“
She shakes her head, “Steve, sweetie, don’t worry about that right now. We don’t even know if you are yet. It’s still a what if until you take that test and we visit a Doctor.”
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Steve is nervous, anxious and scared.
His own scent of lemon and honey is overwhelming even to his own nose. His mom is sitting next to him and holding his hand tightly in hers.
They’ve been in this stiff waiting room for fifteen minutes now and the only other person in here smells like burnt wood and they’re clearly here for a regular check up, the near silence is getting to his head.
“Harrington?”
They both shoot up and follow the nurse to an empty room, the equipment already next to the uncomfortable bed. His nervousness is back in full force, as he listens to the nurse tell him to lay back.
“Ok, Steve, I’m going to put this gel over your abdomen. Will you please move your shirt up? It’s a little cold, but only for a second”
The coolness from the gel, is needed to him. It shocks him back from the anxious and nervous thoughts running in his head, not that any of what’s going on it in makes sense.
It’s mostly silent in the room, the only sounds is beeping from the equipment and their breathing. Then as the nurse rolls the wand over his abdomen, there’s another sound and it’s beating.
His mom lets out a sharp breath and his eyes are stinging. Then he forces his head to look at the machine, and clear as day on the screen is a little blob.
It’s so tiny, you can’t even tell what actually it is he’s looking at. But the nurse moves the camera wand slightly and it’s there and the sound doesn’t change. His mom squeezes his hand and he can’t pull his eyes away from the screen. He thinks the nurse is talking, but he can’t hear them, can’t even hear his mom respond.
He blinks and then blinks again, suddenly the sound is gone and it’s just his mom with him.
“Sweetie-“
“I’m sorry” he manages to choke out and he can feel the tears roll down his face, “I- I’m sorry mama”
“Oh Stevie, no.” She whispers and pulls him tight against her, “Sweetheart, baby, you do not need to be sorry. You and Eddie just weren’t careful, and it’s okay. I still love you and will always support you, ok? Whatever you decide”
He doesn’t answer and just cries into her chest. He sobs and tries to listen to his mom whisper in his ear, telling him how much she loves him and everything he always hears when he’s upset.
Expect, he doesn’t actually hear her. Not really. The machine is off, the thing is no longer against him. But he can still hear the beating, the heartbeat.
The baby’s heartbeat.
His baby.
Eddie’s baby.
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Oh look at that angst 😌 we gotta even out the sweetness in this somehow! So you get a cliffhanger and you get to wait for Eddie’s reaction! Which honestly, you should know how it ends up from a snippet I shared a while ago.
If anything seems out of place, it’s because I wasn’t alive in the 80’s and haven’t been pregnant ✌️ also didn’t feel like researching anything for this. So I’m going off my own knowledge from stories I’ve heard or fics I read. (P sure pee on the stick pregnancy tests wasn’t around in the 80s tho) I’m rambling, hope you enjoyed it and if you see any mistakes or have questions, my dms & ask box is always open 🥰
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PT 2 OF MY FANFIC
what it’s ab: you going to ur house bc you and ur bf matt wanna hang out but when you get to the car..
warnings!!!: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT don’t read if you don’t like ittt!!, fem!reader, DEGRADING!!! okay idk what else
MATT STURNIOLO pt 2
i wake up the next morning to Matt not in the bed. My thoughts were quickly cut off when I see him leaving the bathroom in just some grey boxers. No shirt, no pants, nothing but his boxers.
“Oh, good morning baby.” He said sweetly, like he wasn’t almost completely naked.
I heard him laugh as I checked him out, how strong his torso was, how his hair was slightly messed up, I loved everything on that boy, everu freckle, every muscle, everything on him, I was completely in love with him.
“I— um.. h-hi..” I replied nervously as I was staring directly at his dick even through his boxers.
I could feel blush spreading across my face as he saw where I was looking. I immediately looked away as he walked towards me. As he stepped closer I realized his hair was wet. Oh. My. God. Him when his hair was wet was the most attractive thing. Nothing could beat Matt with wet hair.
“So, what do you wanna do? Well.. you know, before you.. have to go..” he sounded sad at the end, I could tell he didn’t want me to go.
“I can see if I can stay.. or you could come over to my house..?” I say with hope that we could stay at my house for tonight.
I could see his eyes light up and he runs a hand through his hair. My legs were under the covers since I was still in his bed, so he couldn’t see me squeezing them together desperately.
“Yeah!! I can check!” He said excitedly.
2 hours later
We were getting ready to head over to my house since his and my parents both said it was okay. He threw a black hoodie and grey sweatpants on and I put on his sweatshirt and some short shorts. I knew that he loved these shorts a lot, it always led to us.. yeah.
“Okay pretty girl you ready?” He asked as he jingled his car keys.
I nodded before taking his hand and walking to the van. We got in and he started driving to my house. I could barely keep my eyes off of him the whole time.
“You okay, princess?” He asked smugly as he saw me practically staring at him.
I felt myself blush heavily as I looked away.
“Y-yeah im.. uh.. fine.” I tried to answer without sounding like an idiot but definitely failed.
I felt his hand go to my thigh as he drove. His hand slowly inched up and I saw him smirk as I let out a small whimper. He took his hand away when he saw me getting too worked up.
About five minutes later he pulled into a secluded parking lot.
“Wh—“
“Don’t worry pretty girl. Get in the back I’ll join you in a second, okay?” He said it so gently it almost made my heart melt.
I get in the back and in about 10 seconds Matt had joined me. I look at him confused before my thoughts were interrupted by his lips on mine.
I kissed him back with the same passion as my hands moved all over him.
“Matt— are we— here?!—“ I tried to form a sentence but barely managed to in between the kisses.
He pulled away from the kiss to undo his belt and say, “Well, since you wanna be so fucking needy. Don’t act like I didn’t see you squeezing your legs together when I walked out the bathroom, oh and don’t think I forgot how you just had to be so fucking desperate with the noise when my hands were on you, hm?” He said it harshly as he threw his belt and pants on the floor of the van.
I just looked up at him without saying a word.
“Wh.. what?—“ I say cluelessly even though I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Oh don’t act so fucking clueless. You’re such a fucking slut. You just can’t go a single fucking day without me fucking you, can you?” He practically ridiculed me as he took off his sweatshirt and shirt, throwing them on the floor just as as aggressively.
“M- Matt— I’m.. s- sorry..” I say, tears almost welling in my eyes.
“Take off your clothes. Now.” He gave me room to start taking off my clothes.
I laid there speechless and looking at him like a deer in headlights.
“Hm. Wanted to act so fucking needy but when I give you the fucking chance..” he mumbled to himself as he started to undo my shorts himself.
He practically ripped off my shorts and underwear after taking off my shirt and sweatshirt, leaving me fully exposed to him. I closed my legs to hide myself even though I knew he wouldn’t let that slide.
“No.” He said clearly and not giving me any room to argue.
I opened my legs slightly.
“Now I swear, you make one fucking sound..” He was dead serious as he said this, looking me directly in the eyes.
He kissed my lips surprisingly gently but soon got rougher as he kissed down my body, biting gently every once in a while. I tried to stay quiet as he started kissing right above my hips, soon letting his head find a comfy spot in between my legs.
“Remember, don’t. Make. A. Fucking. Sound.” He was giving me a challenge, he knew I didn’t give up easily but it was different when it came to sex and he knew that, too.
He kissed and gently bit each thigh before settling his face in my pussy.
“So wet. So fucking pathetic.. really, just pathetic.” He mumbled more to himself than anything.
He started licking and sucking, attacking my clit with no end. I let out a quiet whimper, praying he didn’t hear.
He stopped, looking up at me, his usual soft eyes had darkened and he looked disappointed that I gave in so fast.
“What did I tell you about sound? Hm? So pathetic. Not even 30 seconds in.” He went back to sucking and licking my clit before pulling away again.
“Every sound you make is an orgasm you don’t get.” He said completely serious as I whined.
“Hm. Another one.” He went back to licking and sucking, licking a slow line from my entrance to my clit before going back to sucking on me, flicking his tongue so fast I couldn’t help but moan.
“M- Matt— I— please—“ I say desperately.
Matt shakes his head, moving his tongue faster and right when he knows I’m about to finish, he pulls away.
I whine at the loss of pleasure.
“Matt..-“
“What the fuck did I tell you? Hm?” He said as he brought his hand up to my pussy, circling my entrance before dipping in slightly, not enough to satisfy me, though.
“Matt please— please I’ll do anything— I— need—“ I whine out desperately.
“Pathetic.” He cut me off as he put his mouth back to its original spot, this time thrusting his finger in and out of me slowly, adding another one after letting me adjust.
He slowly began pumping his finger in and out until he was at an ungodly speed, sucking and licking me until I was a shaking, whimpering, whining mess for him.
“Come on baby..”
I was glad that he was talking me through it normally now.
“Matt— I’m—“ I couldn’t get the sentence out because of how much I was moaning.
He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, occasionally angling them to reach the perfect spot inside me. He flicked his tongue in perfect unison and I could tell he was going as fast as he could.
“Matt—!” Without another word I came all over his fingers and tongue, letting out loud whimpers and moans, settling my hand in his hair.
He slowly pulled away, letting his fingers linger before pulling them up to his mouth to lick off the mess I made.
I noticed his dick in his hand as he was jerking himself slowly. I didnt even notice what he was doing throughout that whole thing. It looked like he already came and was about to come again just from the look on his face. I laid my head back and panted heavily from exhaustion.
“You okay baby? Sorry I—“ he sounded like he felt bad about what he said.
“It’s.. okay..” I say still panting.
He helped me clean up and get dressed again, getting dressed himself after making sure I was okay.
The drive home was almost completely silent, understandably so.
WHY WAS THAT SO HARD
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Smut is hard (pun not intended)
I am *struggling* with the threesome smut in the final chapter of Saints and Liars. I'm not sure why - this isn't anything new to me and I enjoy writing smut - but suddenly my brain seems to be having trouble with words and emotions and making things flow.
Am I tired?
Is being back at work and reading poorly written PPTs and work documents finally melting my brain?
If anyone has anything Harry Carlyle or Reyes Vidal or Sara Ryder related they want to send my way as inspiration via a reblog or message I'd be happy - pictures, screenshots, head canons, favourite romance moments in fics, drabbles, fic links etc.
I think I need to just take a break, focus on something else for a while, and then try writing this again tomorrow.
(In the meantime enjoy this cute rotoscope piece of Sirius & Reyes art I commissioned from machatnoir a long time ago.)
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Okay sooooo I’ve been reading your stuff for a couple of days now and IM OBSESSED I love the way you write tachi so if it’s okay, could I request an x reader where the reader is a weapon’s engineer? bonus points if she’s a chemical engineer by profession IF YOU WRITE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH have a great day
<AKH TYSM??? giggling isn't a strong enough word i'm rolling on the floor blushing,,, sorry for the long build up and it had less tachi appearances than i intended agagagagagh I hope this is what you wanted, have a lovely day darling ♡>
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tachihara michizou x fem! chem eng! reader
warnings: none :) just fluff n plot, slight cursing n intended lowercase
a searing sting, ringing in ears, ash fluttering all in the surroundings; the world has become a wasteland, and you were nestled warmly in the safety of a suit designed to handle the radiation from the outside. you watched the blocks of metal melt lopsidedly, a displeased tsk accompanying your scowl at the failure. they were not meant to come apart so easily.
"goddamn it!" you yanked the zipper that lined your chest, tearing it off until the oversized suit was open enough to slump off. with a fury that caused every man watching you to clear their throats, become incredibly interested in a speck on their shoes or take a step back out of fear, you pulled off the costume and threw it to the ground. you even spat on it, grumbling vexedly, "that should've worked."
the admiral looked at you with a raised brow, clearly not impressed by your childish reaction. you couldn't care less; this was your one chance of hitting it big. you were hired by the government to create a chemical similar to sleeping gas capable of only targeting the enemy, except they didn't quite want their enemies to take a nap. you had a logical solution, and worked on it with your team for months; today was the demonstration to show all the important men what their money had been funding.
yes, what you did was despicable. you created weapons of mass destruction, turned simple assortments of molecules and rearranged them in a way that could turn a solider inside-out. however, the scope was beyond you; you simply made the tools, and their use was not up to you. many of your colleagues knew about the kind of iron stomach needed to work in this field, and no one ever said a word. you had a cadaver which you mutilated during trials of reactions with the flesh, and not a single person looked each other in the eyes during the tests. yet you all knew that you were more powerful than those who wielded the codes, those who held the guns and those whose whispers into a phone could turn an entire city to rubble. all because you had the ability to create such horrifying devices.
this one had been working up until today's demonstration. it was a highly pressurized container that, when detonated, would slowly disperse in the air and corrode everything except the metal blocks you coated in the other substance that would negate its effects, cancel out the reaction and subsequently keep the bearers intact. however, something seemed to have happened and the bearers were very much not intact.
you were now stripped of the protective gear, walking in the toxic chemicals freely like it was a breath of fresh air. the colonels and officials gawked at you from behind their protective screen, to which you snapped out of your fury and chuckled, seeming almost embarrassed. you didn't know which ones were up to date on abilities, but you decided that it wasn't your job to explain to them that you have the gift of immunity to toxic substances. the suit was a decoration, more than anything, designed to be worn by the rest of your team who were sulking behind you at the disappointing results.
"[_____], knock it off," one of them placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to bring you back to reality. "we were monitoring the conditions, so we'll just have to take a look to see what caused the error."
you scowled, not wanting to admit that they were right. with a shrug to get rid of their hand, you excused yourself and walked over to the pressurized door that separated you from your clients. you threw it open, your clothes starting to fray at the exposure (quite slowly, given that your sweat was doing a pretty good job at protecting them from the chemicals), and stormed inside. the man who'd initially approached you for this job - a nameless colonel, a man whose face you could barely remember - was walking away, disappointed. you didn't like the feeling of failure, but this added insult to injury.
yet, you barely had a choice to follow him and explain that this was a one-off, that your process and methodology was sound and would be peer-reviewed if it wasn't highly politicized and you could publish your work. you left everyone behind as you walked the hallways of the facility to find him.
of course the place was a maze. every hallway looked identical, every door and every room the same and god forbid you put a map somewhere. soon enough, the layout had engulfed you whole and there was nothing you could do to stop it except continue walking and hope you would get out, never mind find the admiral.
you caught a glimpse of a strongly built man, tuffs of white sprouting out the back of his head and you called out to get his attention, given that the way he was walking made it appear that he knew where he was going. he turned around; it was a living legend.
a chance encounter led to you babbling like a fan girl about how incredible the fukuchi ochi was, and he seemed to be enjoying the praise because he walked you down to his office and offered you hard liquor at 2 in the afternoon. you told him that alcohol didn't affect you (your body treated it like a toxic substance and isolated it from your system), but he thought you were exaggerating and challenged you to a drink-off. your day was already ruined from what had just happened, and you figured that this kind of opportunity doesn't come around every day.
you told yourself that it didn't matter and pulled yourself a seat with a grin.
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turns out you were one lucky bastard.
even though you clearly beat him at his challenge, he seemed to take a liking to your spirit and heard you out when you explained your current situation. he must've made some calls or talked to some people, because your funding had not only not vanished the next day, but you were told it was tripling. you had a hard time convincing your coworkers that you didn't give the admiral one hell of a blowjob to make this happen.
you didn't dare venture through the facility and risk being locked out in an area where you didn't have clearance, so you just politely asked around for fukuchi's location in order to properly thank him.
it took a while, but you were told to head to some kind of training grounds at the back of the building. the place itself was mostly underground, given that most of the research happening was highly classified or highly controversial, so you were slightly surprised to find out people actually used the first floor. your clearance didn't let you get in, but you laundered around the door pretending to be on a phone call long enough for someone who did have clearance to open it and be careless enough to let you waltz in behind them.
once you reached what amounted to the backyard of the government facility, you saw fukuchi sitting down lazily, a hand waving around messily while he energetically said something at the two men who were doing alternating pull ups on a bar and a little girl who was doing one-handed push ups while smiling widely at him.
you stepped outside, a little uncertain of what you were intruding on given that it seemed like they were soldiers, but the entire group seemed to be painfully unorganized. despite this, you were set on thanking the old man for what he did, so you took another step.
a man was running towards you on the left, the sweat dripping down his arms and face signaling that he's been running for a long time, and you only heard his footsteps too late. he was zoned in and you were zoned out; your bodies collided and soon enough you were laying on the ground while he teetered on one foot and managed not to follow you downwards.
however, he looked pissed. "who the fuck are you?" he held his hand out, and a pistol levitated from who knows where to snap into his grasp, then pointed at your face.
an ability user. you put your hands up in a sign of innocence, reaching to your government id and pass to explain to him that you worked here and were just looking to talk to fukuchi in regards to your project. he didn't seem convinced.
"look," you sighed, slowly getting yourself up and dusting off the dirt from your clothes, "I didn't mean to run into you, so why don't you just let me walk on over there and talk to the guy?"
he glared at you as you did, and the other three soldiers (you presumed they were, even though you couldn't explain the little girl) noticed your presence and gave you about the same reaction as the redhead did. you regretted coming here, and told yourself that you would just thank fukuchi and get the hell out of here.
you waved at him cautiously, and began to thank him for getting you your funding.
he didn't know who the hell you were.
you knew he was drunk, but it was a logical assumption that he would at least remember your face vaguely, or would've made those calls while sober. apparently this wasn't logical, and right now you were ready to evaporate into the atmosphere and never return.
your brows were furrowed in confusion, and you stammered your way out while trying not to provoke the other people watching you. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you... ahem... hey, how's it going... I'm just gonna walk 'round ya ahah... uh... sorry..."
you ran out nervously before the redhead could point his gun at you again.
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"oh my god, it was awful," you blabbered to your colleagues, recounting the story in vivid detail while burying your face in your palms and bending your torso onto the table. you had a chalkboard up with your new data, and screens were displaying models and atomic structures, since you were three days after the disastrous demonstration and still couldn't figure out what went wrong. "he looked at me like he'd never seen me in his life."
"you sure you didn't just hallucinate the whole encounter?" someone snickered, and you threw your empty coffee cup at them.
"yeah, it happens to me all the time when I forget to sleep for a few days. trust me, it's a sign of greatness."
"oh, shut up," you chuckled, glad you were taking your mind off of things. you all collectively decided to pick up another project in the meantime to show that you were indeed real engineers and could actually do your jobs properly. it was some kind of rocket launching mechanism, and you couldn't do your part until the basic concepts were made so you were just lounging around with the rest of your team, making paper airplanes and throwing them around.
so, you were doing absolutely nothing when the same man from yesterday walked in through the door.
he was wearing a uniform, unlike previously when he was wearing some more breathable clothes for training. he wasn't sweaty and breathing heavily either; in fact, he seemed to clean up quite well. you barely registered his face last time given the circumstances, but it didn't take very long for your posture to fix up and for you to try and fluff your hair in a reflexive response to how nice he looked. the solider seemed to be evaluating the room, your coworkers and you, then cleared his throat.
"your id said you worked in the weapons manufacturing division," he stated as some kind of greeting. you shot looks to the people sitting next to you, who got the hint that this was the guy you were talking about from before. you smiled at him as to not seem like you were guilty of something.
"yeah, I'm [_____]," you restated, hesitating between getting up and offered him your hand or just staying where you were. the latter felt safer, and you just gave him a short introduction of your team and what you did. "once again, I didn't mean to barge in yesterday, it was a misunderstanding. sorry about that."
he shook his head, a little relieved once he confirmed that you weren't some kind of spy or something. you noticed that he was a little more mellowed out while in uniform, almost like he was just angry yesterday because of all the running he did. you stared a bit too long at his features and let him say something you barely registered, turning around to leave.
your body acted alone and you sprouted up to your feet to follow him. "wait, your clearance isn't going to work here, let me-"
the door unclicked on its own and he shot you a coy smirk before leaving.
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your leg bounced nervously as you sat down at an empty desk in an office that wasn't yours. weeks had passed, and the admiral was starting to value your team a bit more now that you had a few concept designs that proved valuable. for some reason, though, he called only you to come and meet him face to face.
that was nearly 30 minutes ago.
you didn't care much for punctuality, but people like him typically did so why on earth were you waiting so long? you couldn't leave, not when you had no idea what the meeting was about. so, you waited patiently and tried your very best not to explode out of your skin.
finally, a knock at the door that was ajar behind you. your head whipped around, and it wasn't the man you were expecting.
"commander fukuchi," you stated, shocked. "I thought my meeting was with..."
he laughed heartily as he took a seat, throwing himself onto the chair so vigorously you thought it would snap in half. "oh, don't mind him. I was told that since I left such a strong recommendation for you, I should hand-deliver this message."
you addressed the first part before the second. "you were told, sir? so you really don't recall us drinking together in your office?"
he laughed again, and you smelled the faint sweetness of alcohol on his tongue. figures. "another thing you shouldn't worry about, [_____]. I'm sure I meant what I said," he added with a nonchalant wave of his hand in the air.
trying not to let your 'don't meet your heroes' moment show too much, you mimicked his laugh and asked the second part of your question. "you mentioned hand-delivering a message?"
the message was actually an assignment: his military division called the hunting dogs were having trouble with their transportation pods. you thought this meant they had a car or something that was totaled, but no, it was an actual transportation pod. he led you out of the room to bring you up to some hangar where you saw the metal contraptions.
he did a really bad job at explaining how they worked, but the concept felt pretty self explanatory when you inspected it. fukuchi told you that some higher-ups are on his back to stop destroying these every mission, and he admitted with a chuckle and rub of the back of his neck that he and his subordinates don't take very well to having it malfunction.
you told him that you would take a look at it, and he burped as an affirmation and strolled out rather happy.
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the project lasted a few weeks.
it was a hinge and wiring problem, things anyone with half a brain could fix in less than a day, but something stupid happened on your first day walking into the hangar to take a look at it.
the man from before was there.
he didn't seem like he wanted to be here, but it was just him so you assumed he was here on some kind of assignment, just like you. you greeted him with the same smile at the previous time, and he didn't bother to return it. he explained that he was here to help you get this thing fixed.
"are you... an engineer?" you raised a brow, careful with your words given that you knew nothing about him except that he was part of the deadliest military division in the country.
his reaction was hard to decipher, a scoff accompanying it when he flicked his wrist upwards and the transportation pod floated up in the air. "no, that's why I'm here."
ferrokinesis. you'd be lying if you said the ease with which he controlled such a large mass wasn't impressive, but it wasn't your place to irritate him even more by talking. you nodded an apology then got back to assessing the device.
you asked him to flip it onto its side, and he did. after you asked, you paused, realizing you still didn't have a name to call him. tachihara, he told you. your lips curled up and you told him that it was nice to finally put a name to his face.
the next day, you tried to speak with him more as you took down measurements in order to create the model and reprint the defective parts. only, he didn't seem to want to talk to you about himself at all, and you hit a dead end.
you kept trying.
it was a mission within a mission, a side quest to this assignment if you will, but you were determined to get to know him. you considered every time you got him to mildly chuckle to be a huge victory, and every word he said was another point for you. you still spent every other day working with your team on the defective toxic gas device, but this project was hand-delivered to you by a man who didn't give you a deadline or a budget, so you considered it a freebie to do anything you want for as long as you wanted. you decided just to redesign the entre thing, and the bonus of spending time with tachihara made it even sweeter.
instead of flat out asking him on a date, you settled for hanging out in the huge hangar, just you and him for hours. he admitted once that it was a nice break from all the weirdos in the hunting dogs, and you just laughed and told him that you liked the little escape too. sometimes you got him to give you feedback about your designs since he would be using these pods, and other times you just tried to scooch your body as close as possible to him while he told you about his most interesting spy missions.
by the time you couldn't stretch out the project any further, you got him to bend the metal plaques into the final shapes you needed and decided that maybe you really should ask him out.
you didn't. you just dropped the final designs onto the desk of your boss and went home regretting your decision.
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you and your team finally got your device to work.
it was something about the concentration, about how you failed to account for the room pressure and how it would vary with the consumption of one substance into another, and you felt triumphant when, this time, you left your protective suit on and watched certain blocks of metal stay intact while others melted into nothingness. you walked over to the ones that were dissolving to run your fingers through it, what was once solid turning into butter as you raked your fingers through it. you gave your coworkers, who were watching from behind the screen this time, a thumbs up which they barely caught from the way they were jumping up and down and hugging each other from glee. the government officials seemed impressed, and it was hard not to burst from the feeling of pride at your success.
they greeted you once you traversed from one side to the other, telling you just how much this will serve the country and save millions. honestly, you knew that they couldn't care less about saving millions, and so did you; you were just happy your product worked.
you were even happier when you saw tachihara watching the entire thing from the corner, smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest.
almost floating over to him, you asked him about a thousand questions about why he was here, how he knew that you'd be here, what he thought of the demonstration and if he'd want to go out on a date with you.
you had a whole lot of wins that day, but the one that had you smiling into your pillow that night was a three letter word.
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"sssh, shut up, we're gonna get caught!"
you giggled even as you sealed his mouth shut with the palm of your hand, bodies pressed up against each other as you hid inside a janitor's closet.
tachihara was showing you around the entire facility, since you kept asking him about how he had clearance to go anywhere and everywhere without needing a badge. the first date, you took him out, but ever since then he's been showing you spots around the facility that no one ever goes to, ranging from the inaccessible roof to a very sketchy basement spot in which he said privacy was needed before kissing you for hours on end.
this time, you were venturing around a spot where neither of you were allowed and you'd heard footsteps coming from around the corner. you pulled him with you into the closet and could barely contain all of your giggles. he whispered that you were doing this on purpose, and you just pressed a kiss to his forehead as a response.
"you know," you said softly while waiting for the footsteps to disappear, "I never asked how the pods went."
"oh, teruko and tecchou destroyed it anyways," he chuckled. "you were given an impossible task, we all knew it from the start."
"well, thanks for letting me know now," you giggled and your hands rested gently at his hips.
you never thought you'd fall in love for any of the heartless government pawns that worked in the building, but no one could build a weapon so powerful over your heart than him.
#THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SECOND ASK AAAAA MORE ARE COMING IN WELCOME TACHI LOVERS#i want this blog to become tachi central that is my goal#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BTW#omg i love writing for academic readers im tired of all the y/ns having no job no education no wonder you're getting kidnapped 24/7 hun#i personally have beef with chem eng but that's just me personally (and every other eng major) /lh#grumbles why did this not come out how i wanted it to#ending felt so RUSHED i may try to re-write or do a pt 2 bc i wanted to shove more fluff in it#real issue: tachi fluff is weirdly hard for me to write bc i keep almost creating smut#ok enough rambling in the tags#tachihara michizou#bsd tachihara#tachihara x reader#bungo stray dogs tachihara#tachihara michizou x reader#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs#bsd#tachihara bsd x reader#tachihara#tachi fics#im unwell for them
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*manifesting writing vibes so I can finish this SFSE chapter I've been trying to finish for two weeks*
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Another Dad!Daryl fic in the works 👀
I know I did the poll thing but I suck at writing smut, so I'm going back to what I know while I do some more ✨studying✨ on the smut one.
#help why is smut so hard to write for some reason?#like how do y'all do that??#the only genre i feel like I'm half decent at is fluff#maybe angst as well but that's debatable#anyways#dad!daryl for the win#krys writes .ೃ࿐
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