#between shutting down/completely ignoring him and basically saying to his face
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So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...
We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.
Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.
Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.
He’s been trying.
Sabine has not been cooperating.
So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.
Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.
(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)
He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.
It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.
Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.
“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.
“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”
“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.
“Probably,” Ezra agrees.
She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.
But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.
She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.
All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.
Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.
Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.
“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.
Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.
Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.
“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”
He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.
“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.
Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.
#ezra and sabine: this is a perfectly normal way to handle our traumas and requited but unacknowledged feelings for each other!#yeah so Sabine still has trauma but it's DIFFERENT trauma so she's slightly better at admitting she has feelings#ezra on the other hand...#'don't be ridiculous i have no feelings whatsoever for sabine. sure i would die for her. that doesn't mean anything.'#(he's secretly afraid that his adoptive buire are still alive and will be not-mad-just-disappointed that he's crushing on a jedi)#but sabine isn't entirely emotionally healthy either and due to her Specific Trauma she tends to swing back and forth#between shutting down/completely ignoring him and basically saying to his face#that the only reason she hasn't pinned him to the wall ripped his helmet off and kissed him senseless is that she respects his creed#which; as you can imagine; is a little confusing for ezra! but it's okay he doesn't need answers this is fine he hAS NO FEELINGS#and okadiah (the only Emotionally Competent person on the Ghost) is watching them like#'i'm no therapist but if i may offer some advice—'#FUN FACT I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHO TO SWAP ZEB WITH#so he's a jedi and Fulcrum! and Ahsoka was a royal guard to the queen of Shili!#and chopper died instead of okadiah BUT he's a droid so they installed his memory in the Ghost and now he lives in the ceiling#until they can find him a new droid body#twin blades and beskar au#lifeswap au#sabezra
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can you write about afab beomgyu who’s a squirter? thank u!
Eating out Beomgyu~
summary: eating beomgyu's pussy basically
word count: too lazy to check, i'll fill in later
warnings: dom reader, sub gyu, pussy-eating, squirting, fingering, maybe more
a/n: it's the middle of the night, so ignore spelling mistakes or anything that sounds a bit funny. it didn't mean for this to be this long but are you complaining?
just thinking abt afab gyu in general
who sits still with legs open like a good girl. with his hand covering his mouth, trying not to be loud as his pretty thighs quake around your head.
all pretty in his thigh-highs and skirt, pulled up around his hips to present himself to you.
he's shaking like a leaf, unable to contain himself...and you haven't even touched him yet.
all you've done is kiss over his inner thighs, his skin covered in marks that you're sure to make last for awhile, already turning to a pretty pinkish purple hue.
but the way your breath ghosts over him, making him clench desperately around nothing-he wants you inside of him so bad, he needs it.
and you know it.
and you continue to only tease him, purposely blowing over his clit, tongue reaching out and just brushing over him.
"please-!" he gasps, his free hand clenching in your hair. "please, stop teasing!"
"hmm," he's shaking. so cute~ "dunno gyu..." he's so wet it's dripping onto the sheets, drooling down his folds, enticing you to lean in and just give him what he wants. "do you think you deserve it?"
but he still has to act tough even when he writhes against you, body moving subconsciously, spreading his feet apart to make more room for you. “just shut up, shut up, just-”
not the response you want. he knows this.
your lips press right beside where he needs you. so close, so fucking close he thinks he could lose his mind. "please! i'll be good-i'll be so fucking good, just touch me-lick me! i don't care, i just wan' you!"
fuck, he looks so pretty begging.
you've never been able to resist him for long...
"language," you warn, gathering the saliva on your tongue before slowly letting it drip from your mouth, coating his pussy. "be a good girl and you'll get what you want~"
he can never help the way the praise goes to his head. the way he whines, hole fluttering. "ah! wai-" his voice breaks as you stick your tongue out. such a perfect way to shut off his brain.
"so sensitive," you tsk, his legs twitching lightly as his eyes roll back. licking a long stripe up his cunt, moaning at his taste, at his slick covering your tongue. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already. haven't even gone inside you yet, gonna ruin all the fun gyu..." you pout.
but he is. he's so close already. from your teasing and your biting and just watching you sit between his legs so perfectly composed while he falls apart.
"'m not gonna-" famous last words. you drag your tongue up to his clit, making sure he feels every second of what you're doing with a swirl of your tongue around it. actions that render him speechless and dumb.
"huh? what'd you say pretty?" your name rings out loud and clear in a pathetic, strained tone when your lips enclose around the little bud, sucking on it softly until his legs clamp down around your head.
you press them open just as quick, hands pushing them down against the sheets on either side. "you gonna cum on my tongue, make a mess all over my face and the sheets?"
you ask it like it's really his decision. like he really has a choice. like he isn't nodding furiously, wanting nothing more than to be dumbed down to a babbling slut with your tongue and fingers. you've spent too many hours like this for him to believe anything otherwise.
hours spent between his legs, tongue buried deep inside his wet heat, ripping orgasm after orgasm from his spent body until his voice is hoarse and his poor clit is swollen and throbbing.
hours spent completely at your mercy, just the way he likes it. with his hand in your hair, trying to pull you away as you overstimulate him over and over again, eyes pricking with tears as he begs for you to stop.
but he doesn't want you to stop. he never really wants for you to stop. and you know him well enough to know that.
you hum, "greedy slut." he really can't help how his back arches up off the bed when you press inside of him. it's just so fucking good, it's so much, so overwhelming.
"yes! p-please, yes!" he sobs, walls clamping so hard around you it's hard to even move.
he can't handle this.
"fuck!" forgetting all his manners, his leg hooking over your shoulder in an attempt to pull you in closer.
he needs this.
"more~" greedy and selfish and too cute, grinding down against your face, mouth open, tongue sticking out as he tries to fuck himself on your tongue.
"i'm close-'m so close!" with his nails dragging over your shoulder hard enough to break the skin. your moans are muffled in his pussy, the vibrations sending waves of heat, licking every part of his body, so very close to the edge.
"lemme cum on your face!"
who are you to deny your pretty little slut? looking so properly fucked up nodding hastily, blush spreading across his cheeks, hips unable to stay in place. whines and moans filling the room, free hand groping for a pillow to cover his face to find none-hidden by your's truly
how could you let such pretty noises be put to waste.
"i'll be good, i'll be so good! i promise, just lemme cum, lemme-"
all it really takes is the look in your eye: mean and dark, a warning that he has to choose whether to heed or ignore. well, and your fingers, replacing your tongue so deep inside him he sees stars swimming in his vision. licking at his clit in lazy little circles, looking him right in the eye.
before he can't hold it in anymore, desperately humping your fingers as he searches for release. with every breath he takes, letting out whiny "please"'s and 'need it!'.
he's gonna regret it but it doesn't matter. not now. maybe tomorrow when he feels so raw and sore he'll have to call in sick but not now with your fingers pressing against that one spot inside of him and your mouth enveloping his clit in it's warmth, sucking and sucking until he feels he's going mad.
he's your good girl~
thighs clench around your head as his muscles tense up, his cunt clamping down on your fingers like he wants to keep you inside of him forever. he's always been loud when he cums and now is no exception as he throws his head back with a scream, cumming on your fingers and tongue.
and to no surprise, you feel a gush of liquid spill down your hand, arousal coating your fingers and the sheets in a sticky mess. his whole body shudders with the final release, spasming and tightening around you one last time before relaxing.
you leave a soft, almost sweet kiss on his sensitive clit. so out of character for your next words.
"did i tell you that you could cum gyu?"
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a/n: i'll add my taglist tmrw, so if you're on my taglist and have read this, you're prolly gonna get tagged still
#hard thoughts#dom reader#sub txt#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#sub beomgyu#choi beomgyu smut#choi beomgyu x reader#beomgyu smut#beomgyu x reader#txt x reader#sub kpop#sub idol#sub!kpop#sub!idol#sub! txt#sub!beomgyu
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hey! I know your hyper fixated on TWD, but would you (if you feel up to it ofc) write a lil something for Stu macher?
Specifically, please uh- Stu macher with a Fem!S/o who just reaaaallly loves his voice, and his dirty comments? Like, his dirty talk? She loves it-
I really like your content, and imo, there’s just not enough stuff for my favorite boi, Stu :(
Ofc. I understand if you don’t feel like writing it, so, I hope you have a great day/night!
Dirty Phone Calls;;
A/N: I am literally in love with Stu. You came to the right place, anon 🫶 Sorry if this isn't the best either. I am fighting sleep and my anxiety is high due to a thunder storm going on rn. I also did not proofread this, so good luck lmao
Warnings: Dirty talk, Stu is a flirt, phone sex, masturbation, Stu is a whoreTM
Stu had no idea that you would be this dirty. When he first met you he saw someone who he could corrupt. A white lamb that he could cover in blood and dye the fur for good. Yet truly, you were only a little white lamb in disguise. Shy when he first met you. Yet, open and absolutely devious when he actually had you for himself.
He wouldn't have it any other way, either.
"What are you wearing tonight, baby?" He asked, causing you to smile and roll your eyes. "Stu!" You squealed, making the man laugh into the phone. "Oh come on, I know you like it when I ask you that." He wasn't completely wrong. You loved it when he asked you anything remotely dirty. "You like it when I talk to you all nasty, don't you?" He teased, but you ignored it. A little too embarrassed to do so.
"I'm wearing a shirt, some pants..." "Boo-ring" He howled into the phone. Flopping onto his back on his bed. "What if we played a game? Guess a number between one and ten and if you guess wrong you have to take that shirt off and tell me what you're wearing then?" He cooed, a sly smile resting on his face. You knew from the start that he wasn't going to play fair.
"What if I just told you what was underneath my clothes?" He hummed at your offer. Tapping his chin with a soft sigh. "That's not as fun, now guess a number." It was your turn to hum. Lying on your stomach on your bed. Tapping the side of your head while you pondered. "Three?" you questioned, and he made the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong! It was five. Now, strip and tell!"
You kept your end of the deal. Placing the phone beside you while you pulled your shirt over your head. Lying back down while pulling your phone to your ear. "I'm wearing your favorite bra, how's that?" You asked him, "The red one?" You hummed in agreement at his question. "Fuck, you know I love it when you wear that. My pretty thing, all laid out for me." He sighed, and you shifted your thighs together. Biting your lips at his words.
"You like it when I talk about you like that? What if I told you what I'm thinking? About how I wanna have you underneath me. Pressing your face into the bed while I fuck you good and hard," He rambled, basically telling you everything that came to his scattered mind. If it was said from anyone else you would have cringed and hung up, but something about Stu saying it only turned you on more.
"You want me to keep going?" He asked, rolling onto his back so he could begin palming himself through his jeans. A groan leaving his throat which caused your 'yes' to come out a little more breathy than you intended.
"God, you're so hot. Especially when you sound like that, baby," he sighed. "If you were here with me I'd show you how big of a slut you are. I know you are, you act like you aren't, but you are. Only for me, and I love it. You're always so loud, God, neither of us can ever shut up when I fuck you," he mewled. Reaching down his pants while you snaked your hand down your own.
"Tell me, you like it when I fuck you hard?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself with a soft moan. "Answer me," His voice was a little more stern than before. "Yes, I do, I love it, Stu," you stammered, and he laughed into the phone. "God, you're so perfect," he purred.
"I'd tie you up if you were here. Put your hands behind your back like I did last time. Use you like the doll you are," he teased. You knew he wouldn't actually use you, and so did he. He loved you too much, even if he hadn't told you that quite yet.
"Fuck you 'til the only thing you could do is cry," this time you moaned into the phone. Your fingers brushing over your clit while he continued his rant.
"What are you doing now?" He asked, stroking himself a little faster than before. His breath coming out ragged through the phone. "Are you touching yourself, too?" He asked again, and you nodded. Realizing after a moment that he couldn't see you. "Fuck- Yes, yeah. Are you?" You asked, and he chuckled. "Of course I am," it was a bit of a silly question. Stu had to be the horniest guy you had ever met. Any chance he had to get off he'd take it. Especially if it involved you.
"What if you hurt me?" you asked, rubbing yourself a little faster at the thought. "With the rope?" He asked, and you chuckled. "No, I mean like... Hurt me. On purpose?" Your voice grew softer as you asked the question. "Like hitting you? Are you into that, baby?" He asked, and you let out a small "mhm" of agreement. "Shit, this might be how I crack open all your kinks from now on, kitten," you rolled your eyes at the nickname he gave you. His words were quick to distract you again. Pulling you back into your fantasy realm.
"God, the things I could do to you," Stu shut his eyes while he thought. "I could fuck you rougher than I already do. Leave your thighs black and blue," He purred. "Bring a knife into it, cut that pretty skin of yours," he tittered. The thought of him marking you with a knife oddly enough did it for you. A moan bleeding through the phone that had his hips jerking.
"Shit, I need you so bad," he whimpered, "I need you too, Stu," you cried back. Both of your hands moving quicker than before. "Cum for me," he breathed, and that was it for you. Your body convulsing while you curled in on yourself. The spring snapping within you while you moaned and cried into the phone. Stu doing the same shortly after. Calling your name out while he did so.
The both of you laid in your separate beds. Phones still up to your ears while you came down from your highs. Finally able to focus on each others breathing again. "Holy shit," you breathed out, and he chuckled. "I'm coming over and rocking your boat tonight, baby," he growled, and you snickered. "Better hurry before I fall asleep," you responded, hearing him move around on the other end. "I'm on my way now, did you really wanna try the knife thing?" He asked, waiting as you thought over the question. "Well, sure, maybe..." You stammered, a little worried about the idea. "I won't cut ya tonight, baby. Gotta save that for later down the line," He teased. "Keep your door unlocked, I'll see you soon." "No promises," you sighed. Listening as he laughed on the other end before the call itself ended.
Goddamn Stu Macher and his voice.
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Vanilla Guys
Your ex-husband Namjoon tries to help you find a date.
Part of the Love AU, ft Love and Talk it out.
Pairing: Namjoon x F! reader
Warnings: Sex, swearing, asshole Namjoon
Word count: 1.3k
Rating: 18+
Namjoon says, ‘Sure, that’s the perfect picture, if basic, vanilla guys are your jam.’
He sounds like he doesn’t care one way or the other.
You frown critically at the photo, then sigh and put your phone away.
‘This is dumb, you’re right.’
You’re more hurt than you want to let on. Namjoon’s your ex-husband, once he thought you were hot enough to marry.
And now he can’t even be bothered to say anything nice about the photo you’ve chosen as your profile pic for this stupid dating app.
You’re staring at the TV, trying to curb your emotions, when Namjoon says, very quietly, ‘Hey, I didn’t mean that you don’t look pretty in that photo.’
Shit. The last place you’d look for emotional support is your asshole ex husband, and here he is, trying to provide it.
This can only end badly for both of you.
‘Shut up, Namjoon.’
There’s a warning in your voice, a tremble in the way you say his name.
Like always, Namjoon ignores the barrier you’ve thrown up.
Vaults right over it because he’s never cared to mind your boundaries.
He reaches out, tips your chin, turns your face to his.
His eyes on your face make you feel exposed.
‘What did you mean?’ you ask.
The words come out thin, your insecurities close to the surface.
Namjoon watches, fascinated, as your eyes brim over, as a tear streaks down your face.
It’s rare that you cry in front of him.
Instead of comforting you, Namjoon says, ‘there. Now you look hot.’
Your eyes flick up to his.
‘Take your top off.’
‘What?’
Namjoon rolls his eyes. ‘Take. Your. Top. Off.’
He’s quicker than you are, deftly unbuttoning your blouse.
He licks his lips when he sees the bra you have on underneath.
‘Fuck,’ he says. ‘Is that meant to hide anything? I can see your nipples.’
He’s not waiting for an answer. With one hand, he tucks a long finger under your bra, between your breasts, tightening the band, pushing your breasts up.
‘These fucking tits,’ he mutters.
With his other hand, he pulls out his phone.
‘Hey,’ he says, tucking his tongue into his cheek.
When you look at him again, he takes a picture.
‘See this?’ he asks. ‘Put this picture up and you’ll get guys like me.’
You stare at the picture he’s just taken. It’s less raunchy than you expected, you can only see the tops of your breasts. You look pretty hot, you have to admit Namjoon’s taken a good picture.
‘Guys like you?’
‘Yeah. Assholes. You have a type,’ Namjoon mutters.
He tilts his chin at you. ‘So now I’ve helped you, you can help me back.’
He grabs your hand, pulls it into his lap.
‘Let’s take another picture with my cum on your tits.’
Instead of answering, you open your mouth, and Namjoon says, with what sounds like complete sincerity, ‘Sometimes, I fucking love you.’
He makes up for his lapse by tapping your chin with his cock. ‘Wider, baby, you’re not gonna fit me in like that.’
He feeds his cock between your parted lips, inch by inch, until he’s almost all the way in, his crown nudging the back of your mouth, making it difficult to swallow.
‘Fuck,’ he groans, hand on your shoulder. ‘You look so fucking hot when you’re crying on my cock.’
He curls a hand over your breast, squeezing your flesh, thumb rubbing over your nipple. His hips move against you, and you gasp in a frantic breath before he moves again.
You reach up, tug at his balls, and he groans, loud and long.
‘You ready?’ he asks, but he’s already pulling out, pumping his fist over his cock. The first spurt of cum catches you across your bottom lip.
Quickly, you lift your tits up, and Namjoon groans again as he aims another stream of cum in between your tits. He rubs his tip against your nipples, streaking white all over your skin.
‘Stay still,’ Namjoon grunts, and you stay perfectly still as he takes a picture of you covered in his cum.
He reaches for you, pulling you into his arms, unmindful of the mess.
Namjoon’s never been finicky about sex. He’s also always given as good as he got.
‘Your turn,’ he tells you. He slides off the couch, grasps your ass to drag you down to the edge, and puts his mouth on your cunt.
Namjoon puts his hands on your thighs, thumbs spreading you apart, so he can lap at your clit with his tongue.
He nudges his phone at you.
‘Go on, film me.’
He looks straight at the camera you’ve got pointed at him with shaky hands.
‘You like this?’ he asks, voice husky, dimple flashing in his cheek.
He dips his head between your legs, tongue delving deep. When he comes up, your arousal’s glistening on his lips, smeared across his cheeks.
He smirks at you.
‘You gonna watch this back, baby?’
You can’t lie to him.
‘Yeah.’
‘I want you to. I want you to watch this and get so fucking wet you have to get yourself off.’
You moan. ‘Fuck, Namjoon.’
He’s back to licking your clit. He seals his lips over your clit, sucks, and you cry out so loudly you’re worried your neighbours will hear.
Namjoon wraps a forearm around your thigh.
‘Stay still,’ he grunts. ‘I’ll take care of you, love.’
It’s too much. Namjoon reaches up to pinch your nipple as his tongue flicks back and forth over your clit, and then you’re coming, crying his name, writhing under his mouth.
‘One more,’ Namjoon says.
He’s hard again, you can see when he gets up.
‘I can’t —-‘
‘You can, baby,’ he croons, hand stroking over your hair. ‘You can do it for me.’
He lifts both your legs up, plunges his cock into you, and you’re so sensitive you cry out as he fills you.
He’s relentless, driving into you in hard, deep strokes, building you up after he took you apart.
He wraps a hand around your neck, squeezes just hard enough to make the air burn its way into your lungs when you can next take a breath.
With his entire weight on top of you like this, the pressure on your sensitive clit feels so good you’re already halfway to coming even before he slants his lips over yours.
He plunges his tongue into your mouth like it isn’t enough to fill you up with his cock, and you’re gone, crying his name as you come again.
He grinds deep, drives his hips against yours, filling you up so good it’s overwhelming.
He twitches against you, letting you take his weight for a moment before rolling over, pulling out of you with a groan.
You sit up, suppressing a moan at how well-used you feel.
‘Wait,’ Namjoon says, voice hoarse. ‘Let me take another picture. Wave that ass at me again.’
‘No,’ you say, rolling your eyes.
You get up, and he takes a picture of your bare ass anyway, the asshole.
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You’ve had so many DMs since you posted that picture Namjoon took of you that you’re considering deleting the app entirely.
He’d been right about you attracting assholes.
You sigh as your phone lights up again. Your thumb hovers over the screen as the profile loads.
It’s a dick pic, of course, but this one at least is a familiar dick.
As is the message under it.
Joon: You called for an asshole?
You don’t want to smile but you can’t help yourself.
A moment later your phone rings.
‘Hey,’ your ex-husband asks. ‘I’m in your area. Can I come over and watch our sex tape?’
He laughs like he already knows the answer.
You get up to take the latch off the door so he can let himself in.
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Okay so someone requested sub!Joe x reader and the way she'd want to make him basically cry fucking him and the damn ask disappeared after I tried to post it, so I've had to write as a normal post. Here you go anon, if you see this I hope this fulfils your fantasies 👀💀🖤
Also tagging @harrys-four-nipples especially at request because she rose from the dead especially for this shit
It's sincerely difficult when you're attracted to your best friend and live in the same flat together and the feeling is mutual, yet neither of you are wanting to go that step further and tell each you're actually into one another. The time you spent together was no more than fun and when and if you went back home together empty handed without a one night stand after your infamous tradition of pub Friday; you'd use each other as a way to hook up and take the sexual frustration out. It'd always end in Joe dominating you, choking you tight whilst he fucked his cock into your cunt, bringing you to tears the way his length would rail you in his bed. You're not sure how this started, nor bothered by the way it did, because it was always the best damn sex either of you ever had.
This one particular night saw you not entirely phased on looking for 'victims' to take back to your flat, rather eyes on each other, clinking your pints together and settling on a deal. "You sure you're not bothered?" Joe muttered.
"About what?" you replied.
"Bringing a man home so he can barely make you cum."
"Oh shut up, guys make me-"
"Not like I do." Joe winked.
You rolled your eyes at him, he looked like the cockiest son of a bitch ever, he personally knew this because you told him once when his head was between your legs, crying out that no man had ever made you cum during foreplay, Joe knew it was true just purely by the face you'd make the next morning, grimacing with a quick thumbs down as he smirked at you from the kitchen whilst you saw the man in question out of the front door.
You completely ignored his smug features and continued. "Deal is, whoever downs this pint fastest, gets to dominate the other tonight."
"So we are hooking up tonight." Joe sat back in his chair, fist batting the air.
"You ready Quinn?"
"Ready." You gulped your pint down, Joe didn't bother, he just sat and watched you. You set your glass down onto the table, your eyes flitted between his and the still full pint glass his hand was barely clutching onto.
"Did you hear me right?" You looked in a confused state.
"I did."
"So you want me to dominate?"
"I want to see what you can do Y/N, I want you to fucking defile me."
Your breath hitched, no matter what, Joe was always the dominant one and now he was challenging you from your own deal? Fuck.
"Challenge accepted Joseph." Joe nodded at you, downing his drink minutes after you had and stood up to go replenish your glasses with more alcohol.
Several drinks later, you stumbled the short distance from your local pub and back to your flat, unlocking the door Joe almost fell through losing his balance making you giggle at him. "Come here." Joe uttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him barely seconds after you'd locked the door behind you.
You pulled yourself away from his clutch, making him furrow his brow. Turning round to face him, you pushed his chest forcefully, making him take a few steps back. "I believe we agreed on me dominating you, Mr Quinn." Joe raised his hands in defeat as a gesture of saying do your worst.
You walked off in front of him into his bedroom, Joe followed up behind you like a lost puppy and you quickly made haste at grabbing his hips and pushing him back into the wall. Leaning up onto your tip toes, you crashed your lips onto his, teeth clashing, tongues dancing and your mouths fiercely moving together in unison. You grabbed at his crotch, palming it effectively, making him groan when you added pressure onto your grip. "Now listen to me." You bit down onto his lip, his eyes growing not realising your strength as you held his arm up to the side. "You're going to be a good fucking boy and you're going to lay there and take everything I'm going to give, okay?"
Joe smirked at the way you spoke, you don't know why you did it, but your hand left his now fully erect bulge and lightly slapped him across his cheek. "Okay?" Joe's face fell and nodded at you. "I'm going to be your good boy." Joe replied, falling straight into a submissive state.
You dragged him over to his bed and pushed him down to sit, straddling his waist you unbuttoned his shirt slowly, licking your lips when you saw his delectable chest in the flesh, instantly attacking his neck first, you have his head falling back whimpering sinking your teeth into the thickness of it. "Oh fuck, Y/N." He let out a wild moan when your clothed cunt pressed down against his cock, dry humping him, the zipper flicking against your clit every now and then making you whine. "Yeah you like that?" Joe let out a small mhm, his head falling onto your shoulder when your hips writhed harder.
You pushed him back so he was fully laid down, legs dangling off the edge, pressing down onto his stomach so you could move faster, the wetness of your panties becoming more prominent. You slid off to the side of him, undressing yourself, his eyes watching your every move, chest leaping into the air and back down again, eager to find out where you were going with this.
You fell to your knees, leaning forward to unbutton his trousers, Joe lifted his hips so you could remove them as quickly as you intended too, taking his boxers down with him so he lay completely naked before you. "What's that look for?" Joe questioned, the way you gazed at his cock maliciously had him fearing for whatever you had planned, Joe had never seen you this worked up, you were ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.
You creeped up onto the bed, mounting him completely, he looked down watching the way your tits hung from your chest, huffing a sigh trying to figure out whether it was best or not he kept his hands to himself. "Don't even think about it." You took a hand to his cheeks, clenching them together and bringing his eyes right back up to you. "Wasn't about to." You hovered your face downward so your lips fell against his ear. "Good boy." He shivered at your breath as you spoke out running through him, his cock twitching lightly at the way you praised him, he weirdly was enjoying this more than he thought.
You couldn't help the way your tongue slid from his bottom lip down his jaw, down his neck, his chest, nibbling at his stomach, down his happy trail and stopping right where the tip of his cock laid. Intentionally blowing on it made him grip the sheets, Joe laid staring at the ceiling trying to stop himself from cumming just from the way you teased.
"Please." It was becoming apparent that Joe didn't particularly enjoy being in the submissive side of things in the respect that he had to wait to be given what he needed. "Please what?"
"Please suck my cock love."
"Good boy's don't beg, they wait." You moved so you were kneeling in the same spot you were when Joe took his trousers down, leaning up so you had a hefty space of reaching for him, you lowered your mouth down, tonguing at his balls, the sudden contact making him squirm. "Oh fuck yes." Joe growled. Your mouth took a suck of each side, letting them fall back gracefully as you nibbled onto his sack, covering every inch of it with your teeth. "Shit Y/N, that feels so good."
Your tongue proceeded to work it's way upward, the tip of your muscle dancing straight up his length, your hand now massaging his balls, gripping them every now and then tighter just to see him grimace. "You want it?" you asked nicely, pointing to your mouth.
"But you said-"
"I said. Do. You. Want. It."
"Yes."
You took the head of his cock into your mouth, slurping on it heavily, washing your tongue over the tip, the saltiness of the leakage he'd already presented coating it as you hummed a moan. "You taste so good." Joe groaned at that, he'd told you once in the early days of you hooking up that he found nothing sexier than communicating and from then on in you made you sure you spoke plenty, it was always the last thing he needed to hear before he usually came where he wanted. Joe's hands suddenly came over the back of your head and you swatted your eyes to him immediately, slowly shaking your head, his hands stopping in mid-air once they'd raised back up and going back to their previous position, resting above his head.
You took about half of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head as slowly as you could manage, you wanted to fuck your mouth with his cock so bad, but all in good time. You stroked your tongue along with the movement, your hand moving up to jerk the base of his cock at a steady pace. Your cunt was dripping at the way he moaned your name, desperate for this to go on yet craving so bad for him to be inside of you; you'd keep these thoughts to yourself.
Your eyes rose to look over his features, his lips parted, hips shaking, eager to buck up into you but he refrained from doing so, quite rightly understanding that you were in full control. You loathed this moment, drank every second in watching him submit to you. So you decided to reward him, taking your hand away and taking almost every inch of his thick cock, reaching the depths of your throat and choking down on it. His hips did buck up once but you let that go, too busy concentrating on trying not to regurgitate with your shitty gag reflex. "Y/N, stop, you're going to make me cum." You brought your head back up but immediately slammed his shaft back down your throat again, repeating the process a few more times. His seed accidentally spewed down your throat in a hot minute, his moans borderline pornographic in their wake, you drank the lot and he knew he was in for a spot of bother once you came up for air.
You immediately straddled back onto his waist, your small hand covering what you could of his neck, your fingers pushing inward to grip his at his throat, making him jump slightly, it was safe to assume he wasn't expecting that. "Did I say you could cum?"
"No, I'm sorry I tried to say-"
You moved yourself up so you were sat on his stomach, arching your hand back and immediately began fisting at his cock, jerking wildly making sure that he kept his erection. "You listen to me and you listen good." Joe nodded apprehensively. "I'm going to fucking ride you senseless and you'd better not cum until I say so, got it?"
Joe moaned at the sensitivity and friction that your hand gave his shaft, nodding motionlessly this time, his eyes sparkling at yours apologetically. "Yes."
"Won't believe you until you prove it now, you've been a naughty boy." You moved yourself back, rubbing your cunt over his length and his immediate response was to sit up, he tried to kiss you but you just pushed him back down with all your might. "Stay the fuck down."
You positioned his cock upward, hovering above it and slowly sank downward burying it inside of you. Your walls clenched around his thickness, your head fell back in a state of moans when you felt him stretch you slightly, you'd never get tired of the way he felt and you'd never get tired of the way he made you feel. Fuck you had it bad.
Once fully adjusted. You slowly moved your hips, riding him even too agonisingly unrushed for you, leaning downward you brushed his lips with yours, your foreheads pressing together as you worked him. "I fucking love the way my cock fills your pussy love, feels too good." You bit down onto his bottom lip, pulling it back, your grip had it stinging and then you let go. Catching him off guard, you sat back up, picking up his hands and placing them onto your hips. "Move me, make me cum now." You demanded.
Joe knew the way to do it and he knew exactly the way you liked to be fucked, he was practically an expert in this field, he raised you up and down, bouncing your cunt up to the tip and then slamming you back down again forcefully, you were both hot messes for one another, the way his cock degraded your hole made the knot in your stomach tighten, your cunt dripping your juices downward and leaving a mess on his balls. "Keep doing that, harder." You protested and he answered straight away, his hips bucking upward to meet your bounces, he cried out your name countless amounts. You pushed his hands off of you and thrusted your hips back and fourth, pressing down onto his chest for leverage.
"You fuck my cock so well, you don't know what you do to me Y/N, oh my-" You stopped. He was falling into his pit of doom once more, so close to his orgasm. "No, don't stop-"
"Not until I say." You warned him. Fastening up the pace once more, you leaned downward, putting your weight onto the top half of his body, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and rocked yourself up and down his cock, the both of you throbbing, sweating and whimpering for your releases.
"Please Y/N, I've been a good boy, please let me cum. I need to cum, baby, let your cunt milk me." Well he'd never called you baby before, shit.
That threw you over the edge, your face fell into the crook of his neck as your orgasm hit you from head to toe, tightening your grip, your walls now caging his length inside of you so it couldn't move, your thighs shuddered at the twitches coming directly from your clit, you were so turned on and it was a long awaited climax, so you deserved to relish in the moment.
You moved your body back, taking his cock with you, lifting yourself onto your feet but kneeling, you bounced freely on top of him, Joe had tears in his eyes from the release he was holding in deep down. "You want to cum Joe?"
"Please. Please- I-I c-can't t-take i-it." That was your key to give him the go ahead, you'd let him suffer long enough.
"Cum for me." Joe gave way as soon as you said it, a gasp for air had his head startling upward, his eyes squeezing shut as he choked out the lengthiest and unholy moan you'd ever heard escape him.
You didn't speak a word whilst you got cleaned up, you returned back to Joe's room who was now grasping at the covers to just lift himself up to climb into bed. "I've been thinking-"
"A dangerous thing to do." You interrupted, making him pout.
"I'm going to let you dominate more often because that was fucking hot." You did a little victory jig, earning a laugh from Joe.
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it and made the decision to let me. Goodnight Joe." You turned to walk away with a hefty sigh, your heart filled full with confusion about your feelings that had grown in the last couple of hours, even more achier than usual, but the sudden call of your name had you turn right back around.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we just, I mean I know I never ask this of you, but can we just cuddle tonight?" Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, sure you and Joe had the odd cuddle here and there; but never after sex.
You moved round to the other side of the bed and Joe opened up the sheets for you to get in next to him. You turned to your side and he wrapped his arm over you. Silence fell once more for at least a good 10 minutes, you were almost falling asleep and thought you'd misheard Joe when he nuzzled his face into your hair and whispered. "Fuck, I love you." It didn't feel like the way a friend would say it, the butterflies wouldn't have fluttering their way round your stomach if it was just a friend thing. He meant it exactly the way you thought and he wasn't sure whether or not he meant for you to hear it either but he was very much in love with you.
#my asks#joseph quinn imagine#joe quinn imagine#joseph quinn blurb#joe quinn blurb#joe quinn fanfic#joequinn#josephquinn#joseph quinn fanfiction#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joe quinn x reader#joesph quinn#joseph quinn fic#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn x fem!reader#joseph quinn x female reader#joe quinn x y/n#joe quinn x you#joe quinn smut#joe quinn fluff#joe quinn angst#joseph quinn headcanons#joe quinn request#joseph quinn angst#joseph quinn fan fiction
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I am Never Not Thinking about Comic Ambrosius y'all
This mf was clearly so obsessed with Ballister, constantly showing up to "thwart" his plans without ever seeming to take it seriously, seemingly just as an excuse to be around him. He acts like a bratty thirteen-year-old with a crush who never got taught to express it properly.
He seems to live in his own little world, where he and Ballister have this silly little Nemesis relationship that's just a part of a game instead of the deeply fractured and tragic thing that it was. Presumably because it's easier to deal with than the guilt.
In the prison scene, he seems to completely ignore when Ballister basically tells him to shut the fuck up, continuing to reminisce fondly as though they're still friends. I really feel like he lives in his own little reality half the time. Living in a little world where they're playing a game of cops and robbers and they're still close deep down, even if he isn't doing it consciously, is a lot easier than acknowledging his guilt and the pain he caused someone he loved.
I think this is the reason he didn't apologize for so long, and also the reason his memory is so shit even before the head injuries. He legitimately cannot remember exactly what happened at the joust. He wanted so hard to believe it was an accident, to live in a world where it was an accident, that his brain created a false reality and erased the parts of his own memories that contradicted that. He didn't even realize that he hadn't apologized. He is horrified to receive that information. His brain constructed a reality where they had already made up, even though he knew they hadn't. His memories got so jumbled between his imagined and true experiences that he just assumed he must have already apologized, because he was sorry, why wouldn't he have?
I'm not trying to say that he was struggling with psychosis, he knew what was and wasn't real. But his brain dealt with guilt and trauma in very disorienting ways, choosing to ignore or erase truths that hurt him.
I can't imagine what their healing journey must have been like. Imagine trying to un-fuck the thing you fucked up the most in your entire life while also learning how to exist without the ability to walk unassisted, and possibly also recovering from brain damage, dysmorphia from your face getting shredded, and a myriad of other injuries. I cannot imagine the self-worth of someone who is being cared for by the person they love the most, who they irreparably hurt, while also feeling like a burden because they are newly disabled and can't yet take care of themselves.
Also it makes me sad when people talk like Blackheart would hate/be cruel to him post-comic like he wasn't willing to die/kill his friend to save him. He'd give him a ton of shit all the time probably but he'd also protect him like a wolfhound change my mind okay I'm done thanks for coming to my Ted talk
#maybe Im neurodivergent and projecting my own tendencies to fictionalize my reality#and my experience with depersonalization and maladaptive daydreaming and how they affect memory#but I feel like I saw so much of that in him which is why I have such a soft spot for him#ambrosius goldenloin#nimona novel#nimona comic#nimona#ballister blackheart#cw unreality
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"Likely cared about her the most out of her teammates. Given how she’s clearly taken Summer’s loss far harder than Qrow or Tai." Its literally been a major plot point since V2 then Summer's disappearance caused Tai to completely shut down for actual years. Straight from Yang. How can you possibly ignore that to make a claim that Raven cared more? I know your a Rosebird truther to the extreme, but come on your ignoring the words of characters who actually were there
So this is a great example of what I’ve been saying about how much of the fandom’s idea of the background of Team STRQ is based on some major assumptions. And many of them drawn from sources that are not entirely reliable.
To the point, IS Tai ‘shutting down’ after Summer’s disappearance really a major recurring plot point? It’s only been brought up twice in any kind of significant way, and more notably is something we’ve only ever heard about and never actually SEEN. Now that’s not to say that Yang has been lying or somehow wrong about Taiyang’s grief, rather that the only place we have actually seen that grief is through the effect it had on Yang and Ruby. Whereas we have thus far seen basically nothing of that grief from Tai himself. Seeing as how we have never seen him so much as speak of Summer, outside that one episode of Fairy Tales of Remnant that only had an inference of his grief. Simply put, the narrative of RWBY has treated Taiyang’s apparent grief-stricken breakdown as a key aspect of Yang’s backstory and character development, rather than part of Tai’s own character.
And more to your point: How can I claim that Raven cared more about Summer and took her disappearance harder that Tai?
Simple. Just note the past tense in ‘Tai completely shut down for years.’
Regardless of how hard Tai apparently took Summer’s disappearance in the past, when we look at him in the present, it’s clear that he has been able to heal and move past that grief and overall looks to be in a pretty good place now.
Contrast that with Raven who is clearly still wracked with grief and trauma over whatever happened during that mission and whatever happened to Summer.
Reading between the lines, the show has made it pretty clear which among Team STRQ took Summer’s disappearance the hardest: On the one hand we have Qrow and Tai, who after all these years, seem to have coped with their grief fairly well, all things considered. And on the other hand we have Raven, who is clearly still a complete fucking wreck.
What I think much of the fandom is missing is that there is a slowly growing disconnect between what we heard about Team STRQ’s backstory and what we are actually SEEING play out.
Back in Volume 2, we took everything Yang told Blake at face value and assumed that she actually knew everything she was talking about and was right about everything.
When in reality it’s becoming more and more clear that there is a LOT about her parents’ team that Yang, and by extension Ruby, have had NO IDEA about.
With how consistently RWBY has utilized the ‘unreliable narrator’ trope, especially when it comes to our heroines’ parents and mentors, when it comes to formulating theories, more and more I’ve taken to putting MUCH more stock in what we SEE of our characters over what we might simply ‘hear’ about them. Especially when it comes to characters as shrouded in mystery as Team STRQ, and particularly after what we saw in the Volume 9 finale which flat out TOLD Ruby ‘there’s a BUNCH about your family that you have been completely wrong about’.
It’s not that I think Summer didn’t care about Tai and Qrow, or that she and Tai weren’t very close. Ruby’s vision from the Tree proved that pretty conclusively. Nor do I think Tai isn’t or hasn’t been a loving, caring father to both Yang and Ruby. Again, the story has shown that quite definitively.
Rather, I think there is a LOT more going on with Ruby’s and Yang’s parents than we realize. And that a LOT of what we have assumed base on what characters told us in the show’s early volumes is going to turn out to be either VERY incomplete or even outright wrong.
Like when the story has told and shown us basically nothing of Summer’s relationship with Tai, while at the same time leaving more and more narrative breadcrumbs about Summer’s relationship with Raven, or in the case of the V9 finale, clubbing us upside the head with a wholeass baguette, it gives more and more of an impression that THIS is the relationship of most narrative significance and consequence among the team. And that some things both we and Yang and Ruby assumed were not actually the case. Say for example, Tai not actually being Ruby's biological father...
#rwby#rwby ask#anon ask#rwby analysis#rwby character analysis#rwby fandom#rwby theory#Raven Branwen#Summer Rose#Taiyang Xiao Long#Yang Xiao Long#Ruby Rose#Team STRQ#rosebird#rosebird parents#rosebird parents theory#i do appreciate an ask that gives me a good prompt like this
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Day 13: Menophilia | Mid
Genre: Smut
Words: 1.8k
Pairing: (Incel?)Jin x fem!Reader
A/N: Shit I wish I was getting paid or somethin but legally can't cause it's fanfic....so....enjoy you kinky ass bleeding mfs.
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The entire night he’d been calling you “subpar,” or “basic.” He told all his friends you weren’t up to his impossibly high standards and that you were “mid” because you had made out with one of his friends last weekend. You knew the rule however you defiantly ignored it because you didn’t give a shit.
“Man, fuck bitches who don’t give a shit about other girls. She is not a girl’s girl.” Jin said, while crumpling his beer can and crushing it with his foot.
“Hey Jin?” You walked up to him. “Can we talk?”
“Oooooo, you’re in trouble.” Jin’s friend, Cameron said with a snarky smile.
“Shut up, Cam,” Jin walked over to you, and stumbled up the small path between the fence and the house to reach you. “Yeah, what’s up Y/N?” He asked.
“I wanna make out,” You said bluntly. “With you.” Your first streak of courage jump started his cock, and as Jin was rocking his hard on, you leaned in and grabbed his hand.
“Yeah, sure.” He followed you, excited as you walked towards the bathroom with him in tow. A few people watched as you passed by but no one was paying that much attention. He kissed you square on the lips as you entered the bathroom, seeming a little too enthusiastic about it. You opened your mouth wider, garnering him more access as he grabbed your hips and kissed you. He set you down on the counter, and you gasped as he pushed himself between your legs. If it weren’t for the jeans, and the general layers separating you two, your genitals would be crushed together.
You gasped as he trailed a hand up the side of your top and slid your bra up so he could feel how hard your nipples were with his fingers directly, his eyes closing as he had a handful but leaving them open as he watched you moan under him.
“J-Jin, what are you doing?” You groaned, feeling a clot of blood leak out of you at once. It was enormous, causing you to sit upright in discomfort. Jin, sensing something was wrong, stopped touching you for a moment, putting his hands at his shoulders as if he was holding them up where you could see them.
“Are you okay?”
“Um….in a moment,” You sat up and concentrated on trying to feel okay again. It was just a bit of blood, and that never hurt anyone. However it still felt like you were walking around in a diaper. Curse pads but you didn’t have any tampons on you and you didn’t want Jin to know that you were carrying a crime scene between your thighs. “I’m good. Just stomach cramps.” You partially lied, as you did cramp on your period quite often, but not at this exact moment. You just didn’t want to tell Jin what the real issue was.
“Oh, okay,” You pulled him in again for another kiss in hopes of distracting him. As drunk as you were, it still wasn’t enough for him to let it go completely. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Sorry.” You looked down.
“Hey…” Jin tilted your chin up so you could look at him. For 5’10” he was definitely taller than most. You would’ve thought he was 6’ completely, but he was still taller than you by comparison. “It’s okay,” The way his porcelain skin was flawless, his face shimmering in the dim warm lighting of the bathroom, you thought he looked handsome. He smirked slightly, before leaning in to kiss you. “You know, in this lighting you don’t look half that bad. You’re aight’.” You rolled your eyes. That sounded like something a douchebag would say, but at this moment you needed his lips on your again. He deepened it, before pulling your top off completely. Followed by you unhooking it and tossing it on a nearby rug before pulling him in with your legs and passionately tangling your fingers in his hair while you settled into a proper make-out session.
After about 30 seconds, Jin’s sweatshirt was on the floor. Your hands found their way up his abs as you kissed him, and grinned, as you both started stripping down. Then his hands reached your jeans. You bit your tongue, trying to keep him from pulling them off.
“W-wait, Jin..” Ignoring your protests, he pulled your pants down. His lips parted, forming a light “o” shape as he saw the small bulge in your underwear, the outline indicating you were wearing a pad. “I’m..kinda, on my period.” You said, embarrassed as you were almost completely naked, save for the panties.
“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” He said mockingly, his tone switched to one of passive-aggressiveness. You hang your head down low.
“Should I just leave?” You wanted to die. This was the most horrible night of your life. Jin pulled down your pants, saw you were on your period, and now whatever little shred of dignity you had left was leaving your body with an audible fart.
“Was that you?” Jin looked…amused. You looked up at his face after what seemed like a minute to find that he wasn’t angry with you.
“Y-yeah. Sorry. I get all gross and my body starts filling with gas…and I get really horny when I’m on my period and normally…can’t go further than kissing…” You started rambling.
“That explains it,” Jin smirked. “So that’s why you’re with me instead of Brian.” You tilted your head. He didn’t seem to care that you farted. At least it didn’t stink up the entire room.
“Brian? Oh no, yeah I just kissed him cause I felt like it. Why? You have a problem with me kissing guys on a whim?” You folded your arms.
“A whim, Y/N?” He put his hands on his hips, in his back pockets as he was still wearing his pants as you stared at him. “You call making out in front of the entire party a WHIM?” Jin rolled his eyes. “It’s like you don’t even care about how you make others around you feel.”
“I do,” You pouted. “Jin, did you think I was taking advantage of you tonight?”
“Now that you mention it, yes, Y/N. I actually feel like you are using me for my luscious lips and impeccable kissing skills.” He said with sass, which surprised you.
“Not at all. I think you’re just honestly really hot. Um…Jin, did you really….wanna have sex with me?” Now it was Jin’s turn to be put on the spot.
“Yeah. I didn’t plan for it but…I do admire seeing someone so…assertive, with what they want.” You let out a sigh.
“Sorry for ruining the night with my stupid period.” You could feel the blood inside you coming outside, pouring out every five minutes. Whenever you got uber-horny your blood flow also increased.
“Not completely,” Jin stopped you before you moved. He walked forward actually, trapping you between his arms and the sink, which you hopped off of in a feeble attempt to jimmy back into your jeans. “It’s just a little blood, right?” You shook your head. What was he saying? Your face was definitely hot now, you felt a little sweaty yourself at the thought of Jin going down on you in this state.
“Jin, I’m really hot right now. Please say psych right now so I can leave and forget this happened or…” Jin leaned in, kissing you again. He wrestled out a towel from the back of the cupboard on a shelf above you.
“This one’s mine. We can use it in case things get messy.” You nodded as he placed it on the floor, on top of the rug as you sat down. Jin assisted you with removing your panties, his eyes fixated on your swollen clit, and red streaks of blood painting the inner and outer folds of your labia.
“D-don’t look so hard…” You blushed.
“Why? You’re gorgeous.” Jin leaned in, before diving in, tongue first into your pussy. You moaned, it was like Jin’s tongue unblocked whatever was stuck inside, as you felt a lot of things gush out, blood, cum, you couldn’t tell. Your thoughts were on one thing and one thing only: dick.
“J-Jin, s-stop!” You whined.
“W-Why?” Jin sat up, slightly leaned over. The bulge in his pants was making you feel things right on your bud.
“I don’t want your tongue, I want your cock. Now fuck me, please….I’m so fucking horny I can’t take it, I need you to fuck my period pussy until I can’t walk straight, please! I’m so fucking horny, I’m so fucking horny…” You moaned, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach and your chest thrummed as one. You needed his cock. It was like you were cock-starved, depraved even. He stared at you with bewilderment. No woman had ever desired him this much. Let alone on the floor of his friend’s upstairs bathroom, on a towel under the sink.
“Fuck…” Jin didn’t have to be told twice. Like a good boy, he removed his belt, pants, and boxers, revealing his long, erect dick to you. He wasn’t as girthy as you thought he was, but it was long. You bet you could only take a little after the tip, unless he stretched you out. You gasped as he entered, the blood already acting as lubricant for his moist cockhead, which was covered by a pink condom. You wet your lips, watching his face as his eyes squeezed shut. It felt good for him, really good. He was fucking a girl on her period, of all things. His mouth was also stained with blood, along with his perfectly otherwise pale face looking like he committed murder or just had a steak dinner. You giggled a bit, feeling elated as he thrusted into you, knelt down as you had your legs on his shoulders. This angle was enough to where you could see all of him, save for his dick as it disappeared inside you and reappeared every so often he moved back. He was still a work of art, even with the dried blood on his cheeks and lips. “How’s it so tight?” He moaned, fucking you steadily now.
“Oh yes…oh yes! Fuck…” You moaned in reply, closing your eyes as he gave you exactly what you were craving. Your blood was staining the towel now, but there wasn’t as much as before of it on the towel. Jin had forgotten that part, as the condom was stained red as well now, and Jin was more focused on fucking the ever living shit out of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, yeah, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy open, fucking stretch that shit out, fuck fuck fuck!” You moaned, your entire body clenching down on him and not letting go of his cock as you came, Jin staying directly where he was, his mouth open as he grunted, and filled up the condom. He took it off, standing up as you both had cum. He wiped his blood-stained lips and looked down at you with a smirk.
“Who knew that menophilia could be so much fun?”
#jin x reader#jin bts#bts#jin smut#kinktober 2023#menophilia#kim seokjin#seokjin#hyunglinenetwork#female reader
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PRIMADONNA GIRL ft. yuuji itadori
synopsis : after having everything basically handed to you on a silver platter for the majority of your life, it’s a great shock when something doesn’t go your way. instead of handling your problems like a mature young woman, you decide to do the complete opposite — you take the rebound.
content warnings : nsfw, angst, sub!itadori, mentions of cheating, blowjobs, swearing, slight dubcon, sexting, manipulation, semi-gaslighting, making out, lingerie
a/n : this is for @510hz’s how to be a heartbreaker collab !! i personally absolutely adore marina and i love the electra heart album even more, so i’m really grateful that i had the chance to participate :) also ty @haithamuse for helping me out on my “to continue or not to continue” dilemma </3 minors, please do not interact.
“i just don’t love you anymore. you’re too much to handle.”
you sit on the couch in silence as your boyfriend — now, ex — shouts at you whilst packing clothes messily into a suitcase. “i didn’t do anything wrong.”
his poisonous laugh pierces your heart. “no, because you never do! this is why i’m leaving you, because it’s always someone else’s fault but yours.” hot red waves of anger pulsate from him, and you can only watch as he struggles to shut his case. “i’m leaving. take your drama someplace else.”
you don’t even blink when he slams the door harshly, the brash sound echoing throughout the apartment. a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you struggle to convince yourself that it was his fault and that he was being difficult, not you. you didn’t do anything to hurt him, he’s just too soft and can’t understand anything. yes, that’s it. it’s all him.
except, in reality, it isn’t.
you know full well why he left you; you see everything through rose coloured glasses. you think the world revolves around you, and anything that goes wrong is a way of the universe telling you that you need to cut people off. in your eyes, everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to be invited to your parties and any boy would kill to call himself your boyfriend.
that’s why this is such a shock to you. nobody drops you. nobody.
so why do you feel so alone?
the truth is, you’re self destructive. you don’t realise it, but everything you do slowly chips away at people’s perceptions of you, carefully building a glass wall between yourself and everyone else. you hold yourself above everyone else and deem yourself just too good, consequences be damned.
well, not really. now you’re sitting alone in your dark student apartment, with no boyfriend, and no friends to turn to. so, you make a dumb decision.
itadori stares at his phone incredulously. are you seriously still talking to him after your absolute shit show of a relationship? he really shouldn’t pay attention to your message at all, but if you’re sending him a photo, something has to be wrong, right?
so, out of pure concern for your wellbeing, itadori opens the photo. and really, he doesn’t expect anything less from a person like you.
it’s a mirror selfie, but different. your back is to the mirror and he sees that you’re wearing a skimpy red thong beneath your hoodie, which is pulled up just past your chests to give him a sneak peek of your lower cleavage. your phone is cast over your shoulder and he can’t see your face, but he can almost tell you’re making some kind of lewd face behind the lens.
when you were dating, itadori was very used to receiving pictures like this, accompanied with a caption of a similar nature. he has two choices: give in to your seduction and go over to your apartment to see what you want from him, or completely ignore you and go on with his evening.
he seriously wants to take the latter option, but the tent in between his legs says otherwise. “fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his already messy hair. this is going to be one hell of an evening.
you stare at your phone. it says itadori read the message 20 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t replied yet. you roll onto your stomach on your bed and bury your head into the pillow, withdrawing when you’re met with the familiar scent of your ex. “i need to wash these sheets,” you grumble, picking up the pillow and throwing it across the room where it hits a picture of you and him in front of a nightclub. just as the frame clatters to the floor, the bell rings.
“coming!” on your way to the door, you silently pray that it’s itadori. the lord must’ve heard you because there he is, one hand in his pocket and another in his hair.
“don’t get me twisted, okay? you haven’t talked to me in months and i’m just here to-” itadori is cut off by you pulling him into an impromptu kiss. “what the fuck?”
your smile is saccharine sweet. “i’m single again, which means we can get back together.”
itadori frowns. “what makes you think i want to date you again?” he lets you pull him inside, closing the door behind him.
“because you loved me.” the way you say it is so confident, it sways him. he did love you, but you cheated and tried to tell him that he wasn’t ‘giving you what you need’ and that you had no choice but to ‘expand your horizons’. all of his morals seem to disappear when you pull him down onto the couch and sit right on his crotch.
“and you still want me, yuuji, so don’t try to hide it.” the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees. itadori has always known that you’ll be his undoing, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this. you’re obviously acting impulsively, and getting back with an ex is not the way to solve your problems.
“we can’t do this,” he whispers, but his body disagrees, his hands sliding under your thighs subconsciously. “you need time to relieve your pent up emotions.”
“i am relieving my pent up emotions,” you protest, placing your hands on his chest and seating yourself directly above his growing erection. “see?”
you’re irresistible and you know it, and itadori is falling for your seduction. hard. keeping eye contact with him, you dip your head into the crook of his neck and drag your lips along the skin. he groans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening and pulling you back and forth on his crotch.
“you’re so pretty, yuuji,” you say into his neck before sinking your teeth into the flesh. “i know you missed me, baby. let it all out just for me, okay?” itadori nods as if in a daze; that’s just the effect you have on him.
when your lips reach the neck of his shirt, he slides it off, allowing you full access to his uncovered chest. you remove your hoodie in turn, happily displaying to him the lace bra clasped around your chest. despite seeing you naked multiple times, he can never quite believe how beautiful you are; it’s almost like you were sculpted by aphrodite herself.
itadori notices he’s staring when he hears you laugh breathily. “you remember this set, don’t you?” you leisurely trace the patterns splayed across your chest. “you bought it for me on valentines day.”
itadori does remember. he remembers how happy he was when he saw the delight on your face as you lifted the lid of the box, your grin stretching from ear to ear. he remembers the way you wasted no time in undressing right in front of him to try it on, the lacy red material a strong contrast against your flawless skin. he remembers the night that followed, whispered threads of ‘i love you’ weaved in between the sounds of passionate love-making.
he can remember it all, but he can also remember the accompanying bitterness. all of that seems to wash away when you slide off of his lap and sink to your knees in front of him and slide your hands up his thighs. itadori lets you pull his zipper down, and then his boxers, and it’s almost like it was back when you first met: a pretty but stupid student sucking off her classmate in return for him doing her homework.
he’s pulled out of his thoughts by your honeyed voice and your warm hand slowly stroking the base of his cock. “are you ready?”
itadori nods. it’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate like this and, if anything, he was more than eager for you to start. you smile up at him before gliding your tongue along his slit, collecting the slither of precum before taking his tip into your mouth.
once he slips under that thin veil of pleasure, he knows there’s no going back. you have itadori memorised to a t, so you know exactly what makes him shudder. you drag the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and take his silky balls into your palm, massaging them just enough to make him sigh contentedly.
“d-do that again.” you do, this time circling your thumb slowly along his smooth skin. he makes a noise akin to a whine and you smile around his length, snaking your other hand along the fat of his thigh before squeezing hard.
he tries his hardest to hold out but the pleasure pumping through his veins says otherwise, and itadori spills into your mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red. you, on the other hand, swallow faithfully, looking right up at him as you lick any residue off of his swollen cock.
just as itadori opens his mouth to apologise, you press a finger to your lips and shake your head. “don’t say sorry,” you muse, rising to your feet and pulling down your shorts. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t apologise for that.”
he’s speechless; partly because you’re suddenly being so sweet to him, and partly because you’re now standing in front of him, the full set of lingerie complete with the tiny red lace thong concealing your cunt. there’s a tiny wet patch on the seat of the underwear, and he realises that you enjoyed seeing him crumble just as much as he did.
and when you smile cunningly at his reaction, itadori also realises that underneath that sweet, good girl persona, you’re still the self proclaimed primadonna you’ve always been.
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Addicted To You
Let Me Down Easy
Word Count: 1655
PAULS POV
Paul heard Kaycee say from the backdoor, “Yeah, she's gone for the week. If anything happens to Tommy, she’ll kill me.”
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was talking about Sulli. Tommy was basically her child, she cared more for him than anything else on earth.
“Hey, man.” Collin nodded in his direction as he entered the room.
“Where's Sulli?” Paul asked, sitting in the lazy boy across from the lovesick imprints. He envied them, they had it so easy. Meanwhile, he could figure out how to keep his own imprint from hating him. Paul felt it, it was hard to ignore but he didn’t want to anyway. It was his own personal punishment for hurting Sulli. Three weeks and counting since their argument. Paul was on edge more and more every single day.
“Seattle.” Kaycee said nonchalantly as she kept her eyes downcast on Collin.
“What's in Seattle?” Paul asked quizzically. Sulli had never mentioned anything about Seattle as she had started to open up to him after spending more nights in his sheets than her own. She would talk about anything, from the new plant she had gotten to old highschool stories and Paul listened to every single word she said.
Kaycees eyes flicked up at him, “Why do you care?”
He shrugged, “Just making conversation.”
“Her dad’s prison is in Seattle.” Brady informed me from the doorway to the living room, a sandwich in hand. The kid never stopped eating. Paul opened his mouth to tell him to get lost, knowing that was an off limits conversation to Sulli. It always had been, even as a little girl she would shut down if anyone but herself mentioned her father.
Kaycee beat him to it as she scoffed, “Yes, it is. But that's not why she's there you jerk.”
“Why else would she be there?” Brady shot back.
“Kay?” Collin looked up from her lap, all eyes on Sullis bestfriend for an answer.
She looks between the three men, “It's not for me to say.”
Brady scoffed, “Oh, come on. Is it because of some guy?”
“No, it's not,” She said pointedly, “It's because of you!”
“Me?!” The youngest wolf asked as if it were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.
Paul stayed silent, he knew it was a possibility. The guilt that had been eating at him since their argument reared its ugly head. Had they really pushed her too far? Maybe he should have left her relationship with Brady alone, he thought.
Kaycee stood up from her spot on the couch, forcing Collin to sit up,“She’s talking about moving to Seattle and finishing up her schooling there because you decided to do a complete 180!”
Brady gulped nervously, his eyes shifting from Kaycee to Paul, before back at her again, “You’re sure that's why she's there?”
“I’m positive.” She said with surety, “She said the only thing keeping her here was me, and now that I have Colin and she knows I won't be alone, she wants a fresh start. Again. I would too if I was her.”
“Meaning?” Paul crossed his arms as he watched his imprint's best friend justify Sullis decisions.
“Meaning everywhere she goes she gets fucked over.” Kaycee said. Paul could see the sympathy in her eyes and his jaw locked into place. She knows something he doesn't, it was obvious, though that didn't surprise him. Kaycee continued her rampage, clearly enraged by the whole ordeal that had occurred, “This was supposed to be her fresh start after foster care, a real home. You two stomped all over that and ruined it.”
Paul scoffed, standing up to face Kaycee as she took an unprovoked step towards him,“I don't know why you’re dragging me into this.”
“I warned you. I said to leave her friendship with Brady alone and you didn't.” She poked his chest with her pointer finger, as if that would help her get her point across better, “She has me, Paul. That's it. And then Brady and Collin came along and it was great until you ruined that, now all she has is me again.”
Kaycee looked towards Collin who seemed stuck to the couch, watching with bated breath. She tilted her head towards the door before turning to Paul and saying, “Just leave her alone, Paul.”
“I would if she wasn’t my fucking imprint.” He said angrily. Paul had never meant for things to go this way. It's not what had wanted, or even envisioned the first time he had laid eyes on her. Sulli was supposed to stay in La Push. Sue wanted her to stay, to have the family she deserved to have. A life that he got to witness, and be a part of. That's what he had wanted.
Instead she was ripped from him and next thing he knows he is staring in the eyes of a young woman who's been sleeping with his little brother.
“What?” Kaycees face went through a multitude of emotions, “I knew it.”
“Dont fucking tell her.” Paul snapped before pushing past her, the small living room now making him feel claustrophobic. He needed her voice, even if it meant her losing her cool again. It was selfish, but he didnt care. The alternative was letting the rage inside of him take over and running to Seattle to see her in person.
He dialled her number and groaned impatiently as it went straight to voicemail.
Trying again, his fingers tightened around his phone as he listened to the dial tone. He nearly gives up before hearing he soft a sigh on the other line but her harsh tone of voice, “What do you want?”
The corner of his mouth upticks, at least she answered,“Do you have time to talk?”
“Not with you.” She laughed insultingly. He grimaced, realizing he could just charm his way out of this one.
“Sulli, please.” He begged.. His eyes widened as he realised what he had said. Paul was not a beggar, yet here he was. There was silence on her end, so he took it as an invitation to keep speaking and hopefully not completely fuck things up again, “You can't move to Seattle.”
Sulli scoffed, “Why not?”
“You wanted to know about the wolf stuff, and I’m ready to tell you.” He said honestly. There was no way of getting back on her good side without telling her the truth. The truth about the pack, the imprint, all of it. Paul continued cautiously saying, “Now, I’m going to be gone for a couple of days, maybe even a week. But when I get back, I’ll tell you.”
“You’re only telling me because I’m mad at you.” She pointed out.
“Yeah.” He agreed, “I don't want you to be mad at me.”
“I’m not moving to Seattle.” She said after a beat, quietly adding, “I just needed a break.”
Paul tried not to let the information of her not moving deter him from what he really wanted to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that things were bad. Nothing about what you went through was fair.”
“That was only the beginning.” Sulli remarked solemnly. That familiar feeling of fury boiled within. The idea of anyone laying their hands on her made him physically sick to his stomach. Paul made a mental note to never let her see his own rage, he didn't want her fear to ever be caused by him and what he was capable of.
“If you want to talk about--” He started, though she cut him off quickly.
“I don’t.” Sulli said adamantly, “I just want to forget and move on. I can’t do that with you, and your friends constantly asking questions that I can’t answer without feeling suffocated.”
“Okay. No more questions.” He acknowledged, before immediately asking after, “Do you feel suffocated in Forks?”
“That's a question.” She pointed out, a small giggle-like sound passed through the speaker causing him to smile. This was good. There was no hostility in her tone of voice, just her usual teasing nature. The one that pulled him every time making him work for her attention to be kept on him as it wandered away until eventually his head was between her legs and she was moaning his name, solely focused back on him. Paul was as selfish as they come, but for her , he would do anything.
“Last question.” Paul promised.
“Sometimes.” She admitted, her voice wavered nervously as she added, “More so La Push. The pack. You.”
“Me.” He confirmed. Paul felt like he had been sucker punched with that revelation. He suffocated her. Was that what he was doing now?
“It's good and bad, y’know? Everyone…moved on with their lives like…like..it was a nightmare for me and just another Sunday for them.” Sulli reasoned, and he could see where she was coming from, but it still didn't ease his mind.
“Can I tell you a secret? Not even Brady knows.” Paul asked, the amount of information he was willing to share was more than he ever thought he would.
“Mhm.” She hummed.
“Sam, Jared and I spent the last ten years looking for you. Just to check on you.” He said warily, unaware of how she would react to the new information. “We only ever caught your scent once, four years ago. Which makes sense if you weren’t too far.”
“I moved around a lot.” She responded, the sound of her moving her phone from one ear to the other filled the speaker before she timidly told him, “I don’t want to move around anymore.”
Paul frowned, “You don’t need to. Forks is your home.”
She was silent for the longest minute of his life. So quiet he had to check his phone screen to make sure his phone hadn't accidentally disconnected. Sulli sighed quietly before teasingly saying, “I’ll see you in a week, Paul.”
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BAJI KEISUKE X READER — Off and On Fuck Buddy
— 2.2k words
— cunnilingus; creampie; breeding; morning sex
Jamming in the living room, I made sure not to spill any wine. With the curtains open and the sun shining through, I couldn’t help but celebrate. Earlier in the week, I finished a challenging project for an even more demanding client. This morning, I received an email of praise from that client’s team. I am truly too good at my job. Shaking ass and day drinking, I danced my way to the ringing door. Whipping it open, I locked eyes with Baji. He smiled as I continued to dance in the doorway.
Close to six years of friendship, and he's always tolerated my weird. Not letting him pass, I body roll side to side to the RnB jams blasting from my tv. "What are you doing?" He snickered, leaning on the door frame. Poking out my lips, I did a jump spin just to body roll some more. "Seducing you," I smile. MJ Spinning with a lip bite, I teeter into him almost spilling my wine.
Scooping me up, he kicked the door closed and carried me into my condo. “So what’s got you dancing so early?” He asked, sitting us down on the couch. Emptying my glass, I bounced happily. He took my glass and set it aside. The sleep in his eyes pulled a pout to my lips as I caressed the soft spots under his eyes.
“Remember that jackass of a client I was complaining about?”
“Yea, you wouldn’t shut up about’em unless I agree to stay the night”.
“Well,” I say before reaching my body across to the other side of the couch. His warm hands played with my ass as I blindly grabbed my phone. Tugging it off the charger, I feel his hands slip under my shirt and around my hips. He kneaded the soft crease of my hips as I sat back up. Opening my phone, I quickly tried to find the email. Between impromptu taking the day off and clients with zero understanding of boundaries, it took a few minutes of him toying with the hem of my shirt for me to find it.
I turned my phone so he could read. His amber eyes moved crossed the screen slowly. His groggy grin sank into a sleepless scowl before ultimately going away. "Ignore the weird pervy parts, and it seems like he was genuinely happy, right?" I ask happily.
Baji gave my legs an agreeing squeeze before yawning. From where I sat, I could see his sharp incisors. I can't quite remember the first time I zoned in on him like this, but I do remember the feeling of his teeth on my lips and in my skin. Looking up from my pitch-black phone, I met his amber glare.
"For someone sitting on my lap, you're mighty focused on your phone," He taunted. Like a child, he often threw little tantrums when he didn't feel like he was getting enough attention.
"Oh boohoo, you didn't even congratulate me on completing that stupid order. I was stressed for literal weeks," I whined back.
“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” he said sleepily, nudging my phone out of the way. Burying his face into my chest, he pulled in closer. His hands did as they pleased, as they always have, and like a stim toy, his fingers ventured under the straps of my panties.
“I know, but it’s not like I can suddenly become someone new,” I manage, swallowing the sounds creeping up my throat. Without looking down, I could feel his glare at my chest. Usually, I’m already half dressed when he decides to show up at my door, but on days like this, where I’m not going to work, I just lounge in an oversized t-shirt. In his words, "Restricting his access to a basic necessity".
Pulling it up, he ducks into my shirt before I can take it off. Warm hungry teeth tease my skin as his grip tightens. “Kei could you please slow down,” I ask breathlessly. It wasn’t much use as my body betrays me. My thighs tighten as the pressure between us rises. Wrapped in one arm, his other hand descended into me. Thick, long, skilled fingers mapped their way to my most sensitive places. Small batches of short lived pain forced my back into an arched as he left bite marks on my breast. Pressing harder and deeper, he breathing was calm and focused. Every deep breathe of us pulling a skin chilling moan from my lips.
Churning my hips, I [find a word later] on him with the greed of a newly flowered virgin. “Pleas,” I gawked, curling my hips into his hand. His thumb played with my clit as I pleasured myself using him. “Kh-,” my voice left me as he held me down. Sinking his teeth into my skin, something release opened from deep inside me. Feeling my hips tingle and cramp, I let out a sudden almost alarming moan.
As sexually aggressive as he is, his touch felt more hungry than usual. He took his hand out of me, leaving a feeling of something missing. I couldn’t fight the whine that escape through my teeth. Grinding and kissing like a touch starved addict, I clawed at his hoodie. Baji's hands sat on my hips as if for the last 45 minutes he wasn’t just playing cave explorer with my insides. His smile grew while watching me, his touch becoming more and more gentle as I impatiently whined.
“Kei,” I pouted, “What’s your deal? Don’t get me wound up for nothing”. Pushing some distance between us, he sat back. Sinking into the velvet of my couch. “Fine,” I huffed. Getting up, I fixed my shirt and grabbed my phone. Walking towards my room, I ignored his calls for me. Plopping down on my soft silk comforter, I scroll through my notifications. Groupies, clients, vendors, no one special stuck out. Starting a quick reply to a company team member, I hear the only other person here open my room door.
His fitted black tee was tucked into his pants, every curve of every muscle shining through like it wasn’t even there. “Back on your phone? Am i not enough anymore?” He teased. Laying on top of me, his warm lips sprinkled my neck in kisses.
“Move so i can go pee,” I groan rolling him off. Leaving my phone behind, I quickly scurry down the hall to my bathroom and then back into my room. Taking in the view, I sit on the edge of the bed. His long black hair draped his shoulders as he laid before me. The midday sun highlighted every feature of his face, even catching the gold in his eyes. “What’chu staring at me for?” He yawned. Crawling towards him, I lay so I could look up at his gorgeous face. The same face that held my hand during finals and kissed me every New Year’s Eve. “Keep looking at me like that and imma make you a mom,” he grinned. Leaning over, he covered my face with his own. With one arm on either side of me, he lowered his body onto mine.
“You talk big game for someone in a contract engagement,” I stuck my tongue out playfully.
“Do you have to mention that every time?” He asked between kisses.
“Of course I do. We’d both forget otherwise,” I replied sorrowfully.
It’s not like it’s new information between us. Kei is the chosen son. The trophy of my his family and by default, he is to have a trophy for a wife. Because if his families influence and understanding that this isn’t his choice, as long as we keep what we do to ourselves, they couldn’t care less about our arrangement. In their eyes, were just two friends mutually benefitting from a relationship built on social necessity.
They aren’t totally wrong. We are just friends. Friends who sleep together. Friends who eat together. Not friends who ask about relationships or go on dates. We don’t talk about serious matters or discuss our feelings. We are what our bodies make us to be.
Sitting up, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His hands working mine off as he came down on me. Trailing his teeth between my thighs and his hands down my hips, his gaze never left mine. “For someone so beautiful, you’re mean as hell,” nibbled, pulling my pantie off. He kissed my lower lips before i could speak. His tongue caressed my walls, his lips pulling in my clit. Taking a hand full of his hair, I hold on for what’s left of life. My legs closed around his ears as he drank me like his morning coffee. Slow and meticulous, he spelled his name with his tongue.
Baji’s nails dug into my skin as he pulled me deeper into his grip. Practically holding me upside down, he loops hand around my neck and lifted me up. His tongue went deeper as he flipped us over and sat me on his face. “Kei,” my hips curled. Locking his fingers into mine, he held me up as my legs trembled. “Keh,” I squirmed. A knot built up in my hips, it raged as he sucked and ate my out. “Kei,” I took a deep breathe, holding back my need for a release, “Tuh”. My voice gave out on me as I pled for him to stop. Pulling his hands away from my legs and guided them up my body. Warm and large, he squeezed and pressed my breast like he’d seen a pair for the first time. Moving me, he buried his face into them again.
Like this, in the moments in between when we’re holding each other, it almost feels like nothing matters. Tucking his hair behind his ear, I run my hands through it gently. He held me up like a child, with me sitting on one forearm as the other did it’s thing. Sitting down onto him lap, the brick pressing into me grew harder. “Why do you do that?” I ask cupping his face with my hands.
“Um? What?” He asked, kneading my hips with his thumbs. He stretched me open as I sat, his bulge going deeper inside.
“You get upset about something and rathe tell me, you eat me like I’ll run away,” I explain, kissing his eyes softly. Sitting up on my knees, I wait for his answer. At the same time, I pull his cock from its confines, the tip positioned at my entrance.
“One day you will,” he manages. His low voice trembled as I lowered myself onto him. Gasping as he pressed me down further, my mouth fell open. My body screamed from the sensation of his cock filling it up. “One day,” he growled, “You’ll find someone who can show you off. Someone to come home to every night”. Holding thighs like reigns, he lifted me and slammed down. The oil slick movement had the pressure of a brand new set of pistons. I choked trying to breathe as he hammered into me. Sinking my nails into his back, he lifted my legs up to better accommodate his workload. The apartment filled with my moans and slushing of my insides.
“Kuh,” I cried breathlessly. “Yes, princess,” he growled into my neck. I couldn’t speak as he drilled into me faster. Deeper he plowed, only slowing to hear to whine and kiss my burning eyes. “What is it, hm? Speak up,” he cooed, putting me on my back. With him still inside I tried to roll over but got caught half way through. Thrusting slowly, he kissed my ankle and calf. “You wouldn’t believe how beautiful you are when you’re under me,” he grinned pulling me into him, he met my hips with his own. Carving his mark on my body, Baji didn’t stop until he was ready to blow.
“Out,” I cried, gasping for air at slammed into me from behind. Like an animal, he held onto me with his teeth dug deep into the side of my neck. My legs trembled and barely held me up as he relentlessly hit the same spot. “Kei, I’m gonna,” I bite my lips as words turned to slurs. “Fuck,” I cried, “Deeper”. Lifting me up, he pinned my back to him with my legs in the air. Hurrying his cock deeper, he moaned in my ear as he emptied inside me. Gooey, warm cum oozed inside me as he lifted me slowly. Lowering me back down, I broke my neck kissing him. The toe curling sensation of his body in mine continue.
It was dark by the time we unglued ourselves from one another. Sitting in the bath, he dozed off behind me. The steam clouded my phone as I scrolled mindlessly. Tilting my head back, his flushed features and clipped-up hair painted the picture of dreams. I got lost looking at him, the light of my phone wasn’t even enough to draw my attention away. I almost didn’t notice him staring back down at me. His eyes were low almost as if he was upset again. Moving to touch his face, he grabbed my hand with his own.
“Are you leaving again?”
This is a little older but I've been thinking about Baji recently and wanted to share <3
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You sighed as you scribbled your notes down. Ted had asked you to jot down notes at training today, saying something about having a fresh pair of eyes on the team. You watched from about 10 rows up on the bleachers as the guys did drills, practiced trick plays, and split up for a practice game.
Ted’s whistle startled you, ringing through the air. He pulled Jamie, much to his dismay, off the pitch. He huffed, then sat down on the first row of the bleachers. He watched everyone else practice, his foot tapping the ground as he anxiously awaited being put back in the game.
You continued writing down everything you saw, until you saw Jamie moving out of the corner of your eye. He turned so that he was straddling the bench. He took his water bottle, and lifted it to his lips. His head tilted back as he drank, causing the sun to cast a warm glow on his features.
Once he was finished drinking his eyes glanced over at you. Yours quickly moved back down to the notebook in front of you. You wrote down a few more notes before sneaking another look at Jamie.
He was still straddling the bench, giving you a nice view of his profile, but was now looking down at his phone. He must’ve snuck it onto the field. Your eyes traveled back to the game, watching the ball go back and forth on the field. It felt never ending.
Both Ted and Beard were watching practice of course. And surely your two pages of notes would be enough to help them, right? Your hand slowly turned to a fresh page in the book.
You started out with drawing some random shapes, a circle here, a line there, it wasn’t until you had an outline that you realized you were drawing a face, and a very specific face at that. You could recognize the lines that made up the strong jawline and cheekbones anywhere.
You started to add more, detailing his impossibly round eyes, his always pouty lips. You were adding shadows to his face when you saw something move in front of you in your peripheral vision. You shut the notebook closed and looked up to see Jamie sitting on the bench in front of you. His knees were up to his chest as he was sitting backwards.
“Got any notes about me?” He asked. His hand reached out to take the notebook from you. You pulled the notebook further from him, holding it firmly against your chest.
“Nope. No notes about you.” You say, eyes wide as you stare at him.
“Well, I am basically the star player.” He smirks and shrugs, earning a small laugh from you. “What did you write about the others? Something about Sam? Dani? Colin?” He reaches for the notebook again.
“Nothing that concerns you.” You stick your chin up at him, looking back at the field.
“Come on.” He says. This time his hand actually brushes against the book.
You pull away, to which he pushes forward. He just keeps reaching for it, completely ignoring your protests. You keep trying to pull further and further back from him, but he just keeps getting closer and closer to taking your notebook.
He lurches forward to grab it, causing you to fall backwards off your bench. You kick his shin as he’s leaning forward, making him fall too.
He’s laughing, his body on top of yours, the notebook sitting between your chest and his.
He looks down at the flustered expression on your face, and he can’t help but say “I’ve dreamt about this.” with a proud grin on his face.
You scoff, and roughly push him off you. You dust yourself off, and when you look back up at him, he’s looking through the notebook.
You watch in horror as his face contorts in confusion. He holds the notebook up facing you.
“Is that a drawing of me?” He asks.
You rack your brain trying to find a reasonable answer as to why you’ve drawn the footballer sitting before you, but you can’t find one.
Your mouth opens and closes, as if you’re trying to say something, but the words won’t come out.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come of as weird. I was just so bored, and you were sitting there, the perfect model-”
“Perfect model?” He smirks.
You can feel warmth spread across your face. Jamie laughs, and turns the drawing back to himself. He takes a few moments to look at it before he speaks up again.
“It’s really good. It looks just like me.” He says with a smile. “Can I have it?”
His question surprises you. You didn’t think he would like that you’d just randomly decided to draw him, much less ask if he could keep it.
“Uh, yeah, sure…” You say.
“Jamie!” Ted calls from the pitch. He waves him over, beckoning him back on the pitch.
Jamie hands the notebook back to you.
“Why don’t you hold onto that for now. I’ll get it from you when we eat lunch together. Today.” He winks at you, then makes his way back down to the field.
If you had known that this is what you would get for drawing Jamie Tartt, you would’ve painted murals of him ages ago.
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Hey! Could I please request a Fred Benson x male reader where the reader is a friend of Nancy's and goes to visit her at work and meets Fred for the first time and Fred has his first gay panic experience and is basically just like 'Pretty boy🤩" Thank you!🥰
Not totally sure if this fills your request and am unsure about it. But I thought it was cute :)
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Word count: 2k
Paring: Fred Benson x Male!Reader
Warning: swearing
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“Oh Nance!” A loud voice sang, the door smacking against the wall with a loud crash, startling Fred. He looked up at the boy who was descending down the stairs with a dopey smile on his face, then to Nancy.
"Who's that?" Fred whispered.
"An asshole," Nancy whispered with a roll of her eyes. "Y/N, I'm busy," she said.
Fred stared up at the boy who smiled brighter at that. He sidled right up next to Nancy and plucked the pen from her hand, twirling it between his fingers. "I came for your lunch order," he stated.
Fred couldn't take his eyes off of him. He was…god, he was beautiful. If you could even describe a man as beautiful. But it didn't matter, because he was. He was all of the words, attractive, handsome, beautiful, pretty.
Actually, scratch that, there weren't enough words in the English language that could describe him.
Fred couldn't believe his own thoughts. What was going on with him. He'd never felt this way about a guy before. He didn't know how to feel.
"Like I said, Y/N, I'm busy," Nancy replied with a sarcastic smile, snatching her pen back. "Don't you have class now? Come back when it's actually lunch," she stated.
Fred tried to make it obvious he wasn't staring by focusing on his work. Why was a guy making him feel warm inside? Why was he getting what could only be described as butterflies in his stomach just by looking at him?
"Wow," he said, drawing the 'o' out. "I see how it is, Nancy. I skip class just for you, to take your lunch order and this is how you treat me?" It was silent for a moment before, "Hey, pretty boy."
Fred tried not to let the disappointment fill him at the fact that Y/N had apparently already found someone to flirt with. But he hung onto the fact that he had said pretty boy. So was he…did he like boys?
No, that wasn't possible. It was Hawkins and the eighties. Fred would have heard about a gay person with how fast the gossip mill turned around here.
"Pretty boooooy," he repeated.
Fred wondered who'd be stupid enough to ignore him.
Two fingers appeared in Fred's line of vision and tapped the desk. Slowly, Fred looked up to find Y/N staring at him expectantly.
"Hi," Y/N murmured.
"Were you…talking to me?" Fred asked in disbelief. "Me? If anyone's pretty here, it's definitely you," he blurted without thinking, immediately heating up. Did he just say that? Out loud?
He saw Nancy eyeing him curiously and he very determinedly avoided eye contact.
Y/N looked pleased though, a smile lighting up his face. "No, no. I'm sure it's you," he answered.
"Y/N, stop flirting with my friends," Nancy cut in. "He's not interested."
Fred glared at her. He didn't know if he was interest or not! He wasn't sure if he could be. But he'd like for the option to be there.
"Hey, don't be jealous because your boyfriend is hundreds of miles away," Y/N defensively replied. "How do you know he's not interested?"
Nancy put her hand on her hip, turning to stare straight at Fred, eyebrows raised. "Well? You're not interested, are you, Freddie?" She asked. It didn't sound like a question.
"Uh, objection. Leading question," you cut in with a frown.
"Shut up and let him answer," Nancy replied sweetly.
Fred looked between the two of them, cheeks burning hot, stumbling over his words, unable to really get anything out because he didn't know what he was supposed to say.
"See? He's taken with me," Y/N said smugly, reaching out to ruffle Fred's hair. "C'mon, pretty boy. Wanna come with me?"
"Uh. Where are we going?" Fred asked, completely lost. He stared into those big, shining eyes as if they held all the answers he sought.
"To get food," he said, the same way one would say 'duh'. "C'mon. I'm buying," he offered, a singsong edge to his voice, which made his offer even more tempting.
Fred looked to Nancy for help.
Nancy sighed. "I can finish up," she said, waving a hand. "Go on."
"Bitchin! Let's go," he said, taking it upon himself to put Fred's things in his bag, then proceed to carry his bag and strut out of the room.
Fred had no choice but to follow him.
"Fred!" Nancy called before he could leave.
Fred paused to look at her.
"...nothing," Nancy said after a moment, offering a smile. "Have fun."
"Yeah," Fred replied, before hurrying up the steps and out of the room.
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You held Fred's bag over one shoulder, carrying your own on the other. You heard his footsteps behind you in the empty hallway. You'd left your own class with roughly twenty minutes left to come visit Nancy.
You'd gotten bored.
You didn't regret it though, considering you'd met such an attractive boy. Freddie, apparently, judging by what Nancy called him.
"So where exactly are we going?" He asked.
"To get food, Freddie," you replied, turning sharply around the corner.
"It's Fred," he informed. "And I know that. Where?" He asked, an annoyed drawl to his voice.
Your lips began curling up into a smile against your will. "Well with that tone, why would I wanna tell you?" You cheekily replied, glancing over yourself at him.
Fred rolled his eyes. His cheeks still a beautiful pink color. "Oh I'm so sorry," he deadpanned, catching up to walk by your side. "Where are we going, pretty boy?" He said in a very snarky tone.
You tripped over your own feet, nearly eating dirt. You quickly regained your footing, now it was your turn to blush, embarrassment flooding your systems. "What did you call me?" You choked out, glancing at him before quickly looking away when he looked a little too amused at your predicament.
"Oh so you can call me that but the second I do it, you trip over your own feet?" Fred taunted.
You turned to glare at him, but couldn't quite manage when you saw his smile. Your expression softened, and you must have looked like a right fool. You quickly looked away from him. You'd been jokingly flirting with him, which was evidently a mistake.
But in your defense, you didn't think he had it in him to do the same thing. And you didn't think it would affect you like this!
"Shut up," you belatedly mumbled. "Or I'm not buying you lunch."
"Still haven't told me where we're getting lunch from," Fred answered.
"I'm not telling you," you replied in the same tone.
Fred sighed.
You ignored him.
You led him out to the parking lot, leading him to your car, opening the door with a grand flourish and a grin, regaining your composure.
Fred got in with a roll of his eyes.
You put both of your bags in the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat. You started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and got on the road.
Fred decided to speak then. "Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" He asked.
You laughed, reaching to fiddle with your stereo. "You're not gonna stop asking, are you, Freddie?"
"It's Fred," he replied. "This is kidnapping," he announced.
"You came willingly," you reminded. "No one made you get in my car."
"You held my backpack hostage."
"I did not."
You totally did. It was on purpose, so he'd come with you. But he didn't need to know that.
“Fine, whatever,” Fred muttered, huffing and turning to look out his window.
“Are you sulking?” You asked with a laugh. "Aw, pretty boy. If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
"Well it's not as if there's a bunch of places to go for lunch. This is Hawkins," Fred replied.
"Who said we were staying in Hawkins?" You asked with a sly grin, looking at him from the side of your eye.
"What? Then where are we going?" Fred asked in alarm. "We have to go back for class."
"Are you one of those goody goody's?" You asked.
"What's wrong with that?" Fred asked, his tone becoming sharp and bristly.
"Easy there, I didn't mean anything bad," you replied. "Guess I'll just have to take you out on a Saturday so we can hit the real good spots, huh?" You asked.
Fred was silent for a short moment. "What?"
"What?" You asked, tearing your eyes from the road to look at him.
"You wanna hang out again? Already?"
"If you don't want to, that's fine," you shrugged, looking back at the road. "But I'd like to, yes. Seeing as I need to deliver you back to school on time."
"Oh," he said. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess," he said. "...why?"
"Because I want to get to know you? Plus, I like looking at your face," you casually answered, looking over to see his reaction.
Fred was blushing bright, eyes wide as he whipped his head around to see you. He looked away just as fast. "Uh, look, uh…" he trailed off, rubbing his hands on his pants. "I don't…I'm not…"
You waited for him to finish, glancing between him and the road. The silence that filled your car left you feeling unsettled. When it was clear Fred wasn't going to finish his sentence, you nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's okay," you replied. "Sorry, that's…that's my fault. I can turn around and take you back to school. Look, I'm really sorry, I completely read that the wrong way," you said sincerely.
"What?" Fred asked in a panic. "No, no, what?" He exclaimed, turning to look at you.
You glanced at him in utter confusion. You said nothing though as you pulled over into the nearest parking lot. The last thing you needed was to get in a wreck.
You shut the engine off and turned to look at Fred. "I'm sorry, now I'm confused here," you said. "I thought…I thought I was making you uncomfortable."
"What? No!" Fred exclaimed. "No, you're not. I didn't say that."
"No, it was your lack of words actually, that tipped me off," you muttered.
"Sorry," Fred grimaced, rubbing his cheek with a sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm not—I don't know what I am. But I'm definitely not uncomfortable," he said firmly.
The realization then dawned on you. "You've never…you've never had a guy flirt with you," you guessed.
Fred nodded, ducking his head in embarrassment "People don't really flirt with me. Especially guys. We are in Hawkins after all. But it's not—you don't have to—"
"Are you having a queer awakening?" You asked, trying to get a peek at his face. "Gay panic?"
Fred cringed. "Maybe?" He muttered, his hands going to cover his face. "This is so embarrassing," he moaned.
A smile started to stretch across your lips. "I'm flattered. I've never been someone's gay awakening before," you said thoughtfully, reaching out to tap the back of his hand.
Fred peeked between his fingers. "It's not a…a gay awakening."
"Are you attracted to me?" You asked with a smirk, leaning closer to him.
Fred immediately closed the gaps in his fingers to better hide his face. "Shut up," he mumbled.
You grinned wider and finally backed out of his personal space. "Alright, alright. I'll let you have your crisis in peace," you said. "So where to, Freddie?"
"...I thought it was a surprise?" Fred asked, slowly peeking over his fingers.
You grinned. "Good answer," you replied, pulling out of the parking lot.
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Psycho Killer (Anything’s Possible)
A/N: This was written for the @hp-12monthsofmagic January theme: Anything’s Possible (if you’ve got enough nerve). Warnings: Sirius Black slander (I’m sorry but everyone thinks he’s a murderer 😩)
July 1995 — Auror Office, Ministry of Magic
“You two have a lot of nerve thinking you can just ask Shacklebot to put a couple of Junior Aurors on the Black case.”
“Shut it, Dawlish,” snapped Tonks.
Ellie gently elbowed her pink-haired friend in the ribs and smiled politely at Dawlish.
“Is Auror Shacklebolt in, then? We have some theories and strategies we’d like to present to him,” she said in her most professional voice.
John Dawlish was the worst example of an Auror in the Ministry’s pocket and ending up on his bad side was the last thing Ellie needed right now.
During Fudge’s post-Tri-Wizard Tournament briefing, the Minister had informed them that Barty Crouch jr. was likely working as a “lone wolf” and that there was “no cause for alarm”. Regardless, it had been all hands on deck for the Auror Office. Ellie had spent the last week either being sent on wild goose chases around the countryside or stuck at her desk buried under a mountain of paperwork. She wasn’t sure which was worse.
Ellie had promised her grandad that she would keep her head down and pretend to disbelieve Dumbledore, but with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s most devoted follower still at large she had to do something useful.
“Listen, I’m not saying I think you’re incompetent,” sneered Dawlish, completely ignoring her question. “But the fact is that you are inexperienced, and if we’re going to capture Black we need seasoned Aurors working on this investigation. Shacklebot is the best we’ve got and if he says Sirius Black is in Tibet then Sirius Black is in Tibet.”
“I know. But the Black investigation has stalled, surely you can see that, and Tonks and I have reason to believe that he may be in the country at this very moment.”
“And what makes you think that?” Auror Dawlish smiled sardonically.
“We would be happy to share our research with you after we’ve been put on the case,” Ellie replied cooly.
A long exasperated sigh came from the cubicle next to Dawlish as Marlow Sinclair stood up from her desk. Auror Sinclair was a dark-haired woman in her 40s and one of the only other female Aurors employed by the ministry.
“Give Holmes and Watson here a chance, John,” she said. “Shacklebolt’s in his office. Good luck.”
“Who and who!?” Dawlish asked Sinclair loudly.
Ellie followed Tonks who walked determinedly toward Kingsley’s office, barged right in without knocking, and dumped their plans across his desk.
“What exactly are these?” said Kingsley in his low voice, glancing between them, seemingly unfazed by their dramatic entrance.
“These,” said Ellie as she straightened the maps and papers on Kingsley’s desk so he could properly see them, “are how we capture Sirius Black.”
Just as they had rehearsed, Ellie and Tonks launched into an explanation of their plans, speaking quickly for several minutes until Kingsley held up a hand to stop them.
“This is good work. Excellent, really. But there is a question I must ask you both.”
“Go ahead, sir,” Tonks said.
“Do you believe Albus Dumbledore when he says that You-Know-Who has returned?”
Ellie felt her heartbeat speed up, but she kept her face neutral as she quickly weighed her options. She had known Kingsley all her life and was basically his protégé. He was a smart man and Ellie couldn’t picture him actually buying into Fudge’s garbage. But he was also highly respected in the Ministry and as their boss, could still sack them if he felt he needed. Then she thought about her grandad’s warning: “Don’t make trouble for yourself. Any Auror not following the herd will be out.”
“Of course not,” Ellie said evenly.
“Absolutely not,” Tonks echoed her sentiment.
“Well done, both of you. That was very convincing,” Kingsley said with a casual smile. He got up from his desk and wordlessly waved his wand at the door behind them.
“It’s the truth,” Tonks said, subconsciously placing her hand on her wand.
Ellie said nothing. Was this some sort of test? Reluctantly, she reached out with her Legilimency and gently brushed Kingsley’s mind. She felt no hostility, only Kingsley’s usual calm mixed with something that felt like amusement.
“I’ve been talking to Alastor Moody,” he said with a nod to Tonks before settling his brown eyes on Ellie. “And to Lugh Hopper, just last night before he left for Nepal with your brother.”
“My grandad? But I was with him last night,” Ellie blinked in surprise. She had so many questions.
“In fact, he called me just minutes after you left the pub. I hope you don’t mind I finished your nachos,” he chuckled. “We met with Professor Dumbledore shortly after. We know that you want to fight outside of the restraints of the Ministry, so myself, Lugh, and Mad-Eye have recommended you.”
Ellie let out a breath. Everything was about to change.
“On behalf of Albus Dumbledore, I would like to offer you both a place with the Order of the Phoenix,” he smiled proudly. “Oh and about Sirius Black… there’s something you should probably know.”
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Right Person At Maybe The Wrong Time- Chapter 21
Summary: There is a shift in Y/n and Eddie’s relationship. How will that pan out?
Y/n’s POV
I was inside the kitchen when I heard Eddie come through the front door. “Y/n?” He called out.
“I’m in the kitchen.” I said back. “Hey, how was work?” I turned my attention to him.
“Same old same old. Except for the fact that a Luxury influencer, named Sabrina, fell in a sauna and burned her face and became unresponsive. But get this, she wasn’t actually rich, she was a girl named Rebecca, who was basically trespassing.”
“Wow. You know, believe it or not, about eighty percent of those celebs and influencers don’t own half of the things they flex on the internet. The real rich people tend to hide their wealth. One time I went to another author’s house, which she described as a quaint, little house, when in reality it was a mansion. Her hallways were as big as this house. I wonder what possessed her to lie and do those things.”
“May described it as FOMO.”
“Oh... yeah that makes sense. The fear of missing out can cause a lot of people to do stupid things. I saw it a lot when I worked in the ER.”
“She said a lot of people worry about not getting the full experience or wonder if they did something different in their life how things would pan out. Do you ever do that?” He tried to make it seem like he was asking out of curiosity but it was obvious there was something behind his words.
“I did. I always wondered what life would have been like if I told Buck sooner or if my mom didn’t die. If I had told Buck sooner, who knows what would have happened. Maybe we would have been happily married or hated the fact that the other was breathing air. Who knows? There were so many different things, but every time, I realized that things happen for a reason. Every choice I made has led me here, with you, and I wouldn't change that for a second.” I said as I invaded his space and gave him a kiss.
“Yeah, but I have to ask, do you miss being a nurse? I mean when we met you were working as a nurse and now you're a writer. You don’t miss the action or the satisfaction of helping people.” He asked.
“To be honest, I thought I did. That was until I noticed that Alex ate all her food separately, or the fact that she always wears mix-match socks for good luck.” Eddie gave me a confused look. “What I’m saying is I noticed stuff that I had never noticed when I was a nurse and a single mom at the same time. I’m here when she wakes up and I'm here when she goes to sleep. I missed a lot of that while working.” I turned my attention back to the dishes I was washing when he walked in. “I never said this but I missed a lot of Alex’s first because I was working or going to school.”
“Really?” He said, puzzled.
“Oh yeah. I missed her first steps, her first smile, her first laugh. Majority of it, but I have a chance to be here now. So, no. I don’t miss being a nurse.”
I felt his hands wrap around my waist pulling me into his arms as he kissed the top of my head. “Don’t forget about bodily fluids.”
I let out a big laugh. “Yeah, that too.” After I finished up, we headed to bed.
The next day, I went over to Buck’s to drop off Alex. When we got there, Taylor opened the door. “Oh my god I almost forgot you lived here.” I remarked. (Just because Y/n doesn’t want Taylor to be cheated on doesn’t mean she likes her now.)
“Ha! Funny.” She said leaving the door open and walking to the kitchen. “Buck, Alex is here.” Completely ignoring my presence.
“Coming!” He called from his bathroom. He came down to greet the both of us. “Hey guys.”
“Hey dad.” Alex said as she went to put her stuff down in the back room.
“I’m leaving. Bye, honey.” She came between Buck and I and gave him a full on kiss. I’m one hundred percent sure I saw her tongue. “Y/n.” She said brushing past me.
After she left and shut the door I turned my attention back to Buck. “You okay? I thought she was going to eat your face off there.”
“Haha. Very funny.” He said as he walked into the kitchen.
“No, I'm serious. I think that was considered attempted murder. Are you safe? You know you can tell me anything?”
“Is there something else you need or are you just here to bother me?”
“Alright, alright. I came to talk to you.”
“About?”
“A few things really. Like did you tell you know who, about you know what?”
“I told her a long time ago, remember?”
“Did you tell her who yet?” Buck looked down, which told me everything I needed to know. “Buck seriously?”
“Why do you care? I’m sure she doesn’t even care.”
“Because, my child will not be in this house of lies.” I said dramatically, looking around the house as if it was possessed. Buck shot me a glare. “No, but seriously when she finds out I don’t want my child hearing the things she’s gonna call you. It isn’t good for her childhood.”
“How about this. I worry about my relationship and you worry about yours.”
I threw my hands up. “Excuse me for caring, and what’s so wrong with my relationship. We talked and we’re okay now.”
“Well other than the fact that you argue when the other sneezes too loud. It’s always ‘Is there a meaning behind the volume of his sneeze. What if that means he doesn’t want to be with me?’” He said bitching-ly.
I gave him a look. “Hmm. I’m gonna leave.”
“Oh don’t be like that. I’m joking.”
I turned to playfully hit Buck square in the chest. “Me too. Gotcha.” Whenever Buck and I used to argue when we were in a relationship it always ended in two ways. Sex or teasing. Sometimes both.
“Just like old times huh?” Buck said as he had that look on his face. “Though most of the time it ended a little differently.” He said as he stepped closer towards me. He didn’t stop until I was backed up on the counter and he was a step in front of me. Then he hit me square on my arm. “Gotcha.” He said with a shit eating grin.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and faked a laugh. “Very funny.”
“Oh, guess what happened today at work.”
“What?”
“Well we were called because a groom fainted but it was for that show Speed Wedding.”
“Oh my god! I love that show. Eddie and I just finished binge watching it. So what happened?”
“Well the groom had this condition where every organ of his body including his heart, was on the wrong side of his body. Hen had to suck blood from the canal.”
“That’s awesome. I bet that was exciting for her.”
“More like terrifying.” Just then, Alex came around the corner, Nintendo switch in hand.
“Mom, why are you still here? Dad and I are about to play smash bros.”
“I can talk to your father, you know. Don’t mind me, I’m leaving.” I grabbed my things off the counter. “Bye guys.”
Buck’s POV
I was hearing Hen talk about how Karen was missing her 20’s because she feels like she wasted them. Chimney asked everyone if they would do their 20’s over again. Bobby said no, Lucy said no, and then I decided to say something. “ I know I would.”
“Why’s that?” Lucy asked.
“Well, I spent my 20’s traveling and trying new things.”
“Yeah and what’s wrong with that?”
“There's something wrong with that when you miss a chunk of your kid's childhood.” Hen added.
“Thanks for that, Hen.”
“What? I’m just saying.”
“You have a kid?” Lucy asked again.
“Yeah, she turned 10 in November. When her mom and I were in college, I ended up getting kicked out because I used my tuition money on a bike I had. I decided to travel and explore. I asked her to come with me but she didn’t want to uproot her life. I didn’t know about Alex but if I did I would have stayed.”
“Wow. No offense to your ex but she should have told you about the kid before you left.”
“I mean we were young. She was freshly 18 and I was turning 20 soon. It was a tough decision. Knowing what I know now I definitely would have stayed. Probably become a firefighter sooner, invest in some cryptocurrency. Probably had gotten married and had more kids.” After I finished my sentence, I realized what I said and everyone was quiet and all eyes were aware on me.
“Buck, do you still like Y/n?”
“What? No! I was just saying back then. I’m happy now! I have Taylor and she has Eddie.”
“Wait as in Eddie you’re best friend I’ve heard about? He’s dating your ex? Isn’t that like against bro code or something? Especially since she is the mother or your child?”
“What am I, fifteen? There is no such thing as bro code and I hadn’t seen her in years. I had already started dating Taylor when she came into my life.”
“So if you weren’t dating Taylor would you have tried to date her?” Bobby asked from the front.
“From what Athena and I heard, it wasn’t for a lack of trying.” I gave Hen a glare. “What? That’s for calling me middle-aged.”
“Hold on. You tried to date Y/n while just starting your relationship with Taylor?”
“No! I don’t know. Maybe? It’s a bit of a gray area.”
“I mean is it?” Hen said. She knew what really happened and she was about to blab. “Telling someone you still love them is pretty clear.”
“What is up with you today, blabbermouth?” Chimney asked. “I love it but like wow.”
“I’ve been holding it in for so long. It’s coming out of me like a volcano.”
“You told her you love her, buddy?” Bobby said.
“Can we just drop it. We’ve moved on.” I said hoping to end the discussion.
“Does Eddie or Taylor know about this?” Chimney asked.
“It happened before Eddie and her were together so it doesn’t matter.” Hen chimed in.
“Thanks for that Hen. Again. Can we please just move on?” Everyone just went silent. After a few moments of silence the Chimney spoke up again.
“So was it like a regular ‘I love you’ or was it a ‘pick me, choose me, love me’ kind of I love you? If so, nice going Meredith Grey.” Everyone on the engine cracked up. I knew I wasn't living this down.
Eddie’s POV
I decided to talk to Y/n about our relationship, after I got home from work. Things have been rocky lately but I wanted her to know that I was in. I wanted to make this work. When I pulled into my driveway, I knew Y/n wasn’t here. Her car was nowhere to be found. As I walked in the house I was greeted by Carla's face instead. “Well hello there stranger.”
“Hey Carla.”
“That’s all I get, ‘hey Carla’.” She said as she mocked my tone. “I know you all boo'd up and everything but damn.”
“I’m sorry, Carla. Come here.” I said as I wrapped her in a hug.
“That’s more like it.”
“Where’s Y/n?”
“Really, boy? Can you pretend to care about what I’m saying?”
“Again, Sorry Carla. I needed to talk to her.”
“Well she’s home.”
“Why is she there?”
“Maybe that’s because she lives there. Also, I could use a check as of lately seeing as you never need me to watch Christopher anymore. She’s always here with him and Alex.”
“Yeah. I know and I’m sorry it’s just been a lot of change lately.”
“Yeah. I’ve heard.” Someone told her about the breakdown and the fights, I guess. My money’s on Buck. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.” Since she was still here I decided to go for it. “Since you’re still here, could you watch Chris while I run to her house?”
“So you barely say a word to me and you want me to babysit? Boy bye.” She started to gather her things.
“I’ll pay you for the extra time. Please? It’ll be quick I swear.”
“Well. Since you put it like that. Of course.” I quickly ran out the door muttering a thank you. I drove to her house on the next block. When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed another car in the driveway. It was a Mercedes Benz. Newer model and it was nice. I had never seen it here before. I got out of the car and used my key and unlocked the door. I heard laughing and talking.
“Oh… hey baby.” She said as I entered the living room. Across from her was some guy. “This is John Holmes. My editor recommended him to be my ghost writer. I’ve been having a bit of trouble with my book.”
“Hey man. John, like she said.” He extended his hand for me to take it.
“Yeah, Eddie.” I said as I ignored his hand. “It’s getting kind of late don't you think?”
“It’s getting late?” She checked the time. “Oh my god. It is late. We got so caught up in our conversation we didn’t even notice. John let me walk you out.”
“No it’s okay. It’s still a little light out. Plus I wanted to talk to you.” She looked at me like I grew three heads.
“I’m gonna see myself out, don’t worry about it Y/n. It was good talking to you.” He said in this totally cringy suave voice. “Nice meeting you Eddie.”
“Yeah same.” I waited until I heard the door open and shut before I went to talk. “So that’s why you weren’t at the house when I got home?”
“I’m sorry? I was home, at my house.”
“You know what I meant.” I said back.
“Yeah I know what you meant but let’s be honest it was a stupid thing to say. I had a meeting and I didn't want to disturb you at work to see if it was okay to do it at your house.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want ‘John’ over anyways.” I made sure to mock the way he said his name.
“Why are you saying his name like that?” She started to walk to her room. I followed behind her and when we reached the bedroom, she sat on the bed. I sat beside her. She stopped for a moment and looked like she was deep in thought. Then, a huge smile crossed her face. “You're jealous!” She shouted.
“What? No! Of John? Please.”
“Oh my god! You’re so jealous you’re about to turn green.” She teased.
“No I'm not.” She continued to look at me with that shit-eating grin. “Okay maybe a little but…”
“Aha! I knew it.” She turned and straddled my lap. “I can assure you have nothing to worry about.” She gave me a passionate kiss. “Now what do you want to talk about?”
I had forgotten why I came over here. “Oh I wanted to talk to you about us.”
“Uh oh. Last time you wanted to talk about us I stormed out of the place. Can we not do that because I need to sleep here?”
“Well lucky for you it’s good news.” I said kissing her again.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“So I know things between us have been a little rocky. Between the job changes, the scheduling, and the therapy. I want to thank you for being there every step of the way for me. It’s been exactly what I needed and even though I’m not there one hundred percent yet, it’s nice to know that you’re sticking around.”
“Like I told you, Diaz. You’re stuck with me.” She put her lips back on mine. The kiss started to prolong before I broke away.
“There’s something else I wanted to say. Because of that I wanted to ask you something. Christopher and I love and enjoy you and Alex’s company so much and this back and forth thing is getting a little old so… I was wondering if you wanted to move in together?” She went completely still.
“What?”
“Would you want to move in together?” I repeated. She quickly got off my lap.
“Eddie. That’s a big step, not scratch that, it’s a huge step. I mean we’ve only been dating since December.”
“And it has felt way longer than that to me. The way I feel about you is something that has never changed through everything.”
“Eddie I get that but it’s still something to think about.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it.”
“Yeah. This isn’t the 50’s where you have no choice. Take all the time you need and if you decide you don’t want to move in together I understand.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I stated.
“You have no idea how turned on I am by you right now.” She went back to her spot on my lap. Quickly claiming my lips. The kiss started to heat up and my shirt was off when I remembered that Carla was waiting on me.
I quickly broke the kiss, making her pout. “I forgot Carla’s at the house waiting for me. I gotta go.”
“Oh come on. Wouldn’t you rather stay here a little longer?”
“Well, if we lived together this wouldn’t be a problem.” I said, teasing her.
“Ugh. You are hereby banished. Leave.” She playfully shouted. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I said as I put my shirt back on and headed home.
Note: It seems like Eddie is ready for more but is Y/n? I mean we’ve been so focused on Eddie’s commitment issues we never focused on Y/n’s. No one stays single for nearly 10 years without having an issue with that. Also have you guys noticed a pattern in these chapters? Like a phrase or a topic? If so, comment on it.
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Hi could I request headcanons for Felix Ignatz and Ashe being shy around female reader? If that's ok of course.
Felix:
Out of all the boys, Felix is the one who handles his feelings the worst. He doesn’t even know what happened; last week, he’d had no problem mouthing off as the two of you sparred, his tongue as sharp as the edge of his sword. A flick of his wrist and your own blade had gone flying across the arena, embedding itself in a bay of hale near the wall— as you fought to free your sword from its new prison, you’d pouted at your opponent, and Felix’s next words died in his throat.
Since then, he’s had trouble approaching you in any fashion, and he doesn’t know what changed. Used to, the pair of you were constantly bickering, taking clear relish in your verbal sparring sessions as much as your physical ones. Other students would look between each other with obvious worry painted on their faces as Felix made some comment about your parentage— but when you followed with an uppercut to his ego, it was apparent you were comfortable. Now, though, when you sit next to him in the dining hall, Felix doesn’t say a word; your shoulders brush against his and he finds himself curling inwards. It pisses him off.
Of course you noticed. Even if you didn’t know what was going on, it was clear that Felix was struggling with something; he’d never been the type to share his feelings, but damn if you weren’t going to make him talk somehow. But it seems like Felix is avoiding you— whenever you enter the training hall, he’s quick to sheathe his sword and shut his mouth. When your eyes meet his in class, his face turns red— or maybe it’s just a trick of the candlelight. You’ll get him to talk eventually.
Ignatz:
Ignatz is already fairly shy; he’s used to having to hide aspects of himself, always fearing what other people might think if he strays too far from his projected self-image. It had taken a lot of work to get him to open up to you, and now that he’s comfortable enough to involve you with his art, you don’t want to shatter that fragile balance.
One night, he’d dragged you to an oft-ignored balcony, where he’d already set up his canvas and paints on the stone. He was a bit too nervous to outright ask if you’d pose for a painting, but you knew him well enough to take the hint, quickly sitting yourself on the low stone wall and turning to stare out over the courtyard. And it was there in the moonlight that Ignatz realized he was suddenly really nervous.
The painting will never be finished if he can’t bring himself to look at you, he knows that much. But Ignatz’s hands are trembling too much now, and he barely gets through a basic sketch within the first hour you’re up there. He sighs out an apology, setting his supplies down and averting his gaze; you just smile, one that has his heart slamming against his ribcage, and agree to come back whenever he’s feeling better. For the next few days, Ignatz observes you from afar, hoping to maybe memorize enough of you that he can finish the portrait by himself— but even that doesn’t work, because you’re always catching him staring, and your smile blinds him.
Ashe:
Ashe is already fairly open with his emotions; from the moment you’d met, he turned into a squeaky-voiced bundle of nerves whenever you managed to rope him into a conversation. His face would turn a shade of red that completely drowned his freckles, and suddenly he found his shoes the most interesting thing on earth. It was probably one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.
He’s very easy to tease, especially because he’s eager to prove himself. You’re surrounded by strong men of varying titles and royal bloodlines— if he wants your attention, he’s going to have to fight for it. Of course, that’s easier said than done; the moment he realizes you’re watching him, he completely falls apart. When you’re paired for kitchen duties, his usually-steady hands are shaking so much that he drops everything; even with his beloved bow and arrow, if you’re around, he can’t hit the broad side of a barn.
It’s too cute. He’s too cute. Whenever you get the chance, you find yourself practically hanging off him in ways that you probably shouldn’t, draping yourself over his shoulders until you’re worried he’ll combust. He still makes valiant efforts to fumble through a sentence or two, but the fact that you’re so close— the fact that you might like him the way he likes you— it’s too much. You know it’s bad when Dimitri tells you to knock it off.
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