#just feelings tossed into the atmosphere before i shut the fuck up for the day and just idk
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Today is the day of mess ups apparently. I made a tiny mistake at work and someone on my team was very quick to toss me right under the bus about it, even though I had already owned up to the fact that it was my mistake, because I do not blame other people for MY mistakes and never have - and that really got under my skin. She like panicked and sent all these emails out about how "Well Jessica assigned it I didn't assign it." like girl, relax, they KNOW. I literally said that it was my oversight, on the same email thread you were CC'd on. Relax.
I messed up something trying to have a conversation earlier - also entirely my oversight. I've apologized and we've moved on but it's really eating at me that i've made such an oversight. That's in no way on them at all, of course, I've got to figure out how to deal with that in my own head.
I have nightmare disorder and I had 3 nightmares last night, one of which caused a bit of a panic when I woke up. It's not done well for my mental state today either, I know it's making things 50x worse than they actually are in reality. Again, my brain issue, figuring out how to work through that.
Been quite upset by a few things with a few of my friends recently - I don't want to go into too much detail really, but I've been really hurt by one and I'm still navigating figuring out what to do about that as well, because it's not something that's worth bringing up. Then of course there's the issue with my ex-friend who sent me that really nasty email? Nothing of what she said bothers me at all, what bothers me is I still care about what happens to her and I know she's going through a huge mental break despite what she feels about me or what she's said to me/about me I still like, hope she's okay?? Even though I can't check in on her or help her in any way.
Generally just not a vibe today. I have a very "roll over and take the kicks" sort of submissive attitude today which is very unlike me. I'm not a vicious fighter by any means but I don't usually just take punches. I don't have the energy to do anything BUT today.
I doubt anyone's read this anyway, I don't really have much of a following here which is why I choose to vent here, as I assume I can just scream words and they won't really be found. But if you have read this, thank you, and I'm sorry. I'm lonely, I'm tired, my meds aren't working, I'm amped up, strings of mistakes are softening me today, I just want to be held and my fiance is in Scotland so lol on that. I just. Need people.
#vent post#i don't expect this to be read#just feelings tossed into the atmosphere before i shut the fuck up for the day and just idk#disappear into fandom posts
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this sounds a lil weird prolly, but could you do a reader x jake fic where has a wet dream abt reader and she heard him groan and through something was wrong, only to find him semi-asleep with his hand on his dick, and he thinks she’s a part of his dream so he kissed her and they end up fcking, after that they fall asleep together and when they wake up he’s got Like a shocked kitten expression like ‘ Damn, that wasn't just a dream!’
Bae it's not weird!! It's mouth and 🐱 watering 🤭🤭
Also, this wasn't proofread sooooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.
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Jake has been tossing and turning for most of the night. You don't know why, can't understand what's happening. All you know is that he doesn't let you sleep.
You sigh, turning to him. You try to sleep, closing your eyes, beginning to drift into dreams when you hear him groan.
The sound is full of pain, frustration, and it shakes you awake. You study him, worried that maybe something is wrong. Instead, you watch Jake as he lies on his back, one of his hands moving to his cock as it tents under his loincloth.
He murmurs something unintelligible, his cock twitching, and you can feel something primal in you make you clench your thighs together.
“Jake,” you say softly, propping yourself up on an elbow. “Jake.”
You place a hand on his face, cupping his cheek, and his eyes flutter open. Barely.
“Mm,” he groans. “C'mere, baby.”
He grabs you and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his hips. You gasp softly. “Jake—”
“I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day,” he says, sleepy eyes meeting yours before he kisses your jaw, your neck. “Wanna be inside you so bad, girl.”
You can feel your cheeks grow hot, your pussy throbbing as his hard cock presses against your folds through your loincloth and his.
“'s that why you can't sleep?” you question, his hands falling to your hips and grinding you against him.
“Mhmm,” he replies, groggy. “Need you so much.” He removes your loincloth and pushes his aside, revealing his hard, quivering cock.
He leads your hips onto his, allowing him to sink into you. Your pussy stretches around his girth, velvet walls warm and throbbing as he slides all the way to your cervix.
You mewl softly, putting your hands on his chest for support. Your nails dig into the muscles under his skin, thighs trembling on either side of his as you shudder.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, I've needed this pussy so bad, baby.”
You gasp as he bucks his hips up, the thick head of his cock bruising your cervix. You slowly rock yourself up and down on him, your cunt tight around him.
“Jake,” you say softly, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers dig into your hips. He licks his lips, his eyes dark with lust and lidded.
“What d'you need, girl?” he asks, one of his hands crawling to your back and pushing you down so that he can bury his face in your breasts.
“Fuck me,” you beg quietly. “Want y'to fuck me, please.”
Jake chuckles, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples before biting it gently. “I'll fuck you, love. Just relax f'r me, yeah?”
“Okay,” you breathe. You relax your body, your cunt softening around his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.
He lifts your hips slightly before he starts rutting into you, pulling you down to him to meet each thrust. You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Atta girl,” Jake says, kissing your breasts, your slick dripping out of you and coating his cock, his balls, his hips. It's everywhere. You're soaked, your pussy squelching in the silent atmosphere.
“Look at you,” he chuckles, glancing between your bodies to see how he fucks you. “Taking me so well. Made just for me, hm?”
“Yes!” you gasp. “Oh, 'm yours! Y'know I am, Jake!”
He smiles, kissing your neck, dragging his teeth over your jaw. “You know what I like you t'call me, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whimper, the pleasure snaking in your lower stomach, crawling across your skin. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better,” Jake says, his hands moving to your ass, kneading the delicate flesh. He guides you up and down, the sound of your skin slapping on his sending shivers up your spine.
You press your chest to his, tucking your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck. “Daddy,” you whine. “'s so good. Please, I-I wanna come.”
“I know, sweet,” he replies. “And you're gonna come. I promise.”
You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder, making him grunt. “Daddy,” you say against him. “Daddy!”
“I'm gonna fill you up,” he promises. “Gonna put my cum so deep inside you that you'll get to have my baby.”
“Please!” you mewl, your cunt tight around him. Your ears are ringing, your body trembling on top of him. “Please, gimme a baby, Daddy! Please!”
One of Jake's enormous hands moves from your ass to the back of your neck. He pushes your face to his, trapping your mouth in a messy kiss. You moan against him, hips stuttering as you feel the pleasure in you grow and spread, dangerously close to the edge.
He bites your lower lip, his sharp canines digging into the soft skin, sending shivers through you.
“Please,” you say against his mouth. “Please, 'm so close, Daddy. Please!”
“Come for daddy, angel,” he encourages, kissing your jaw, your neck, licking over your racing pulse. “Come all over me, yeah? You think you can do that, hon'? Hm?”
“Mhmm!” you reply, nodding, feeling your orgasm building up low in you. “Fuck, fuck! Daddy!” You come on his cock, shuddering and mewling, the pleasure gripping at your every nerve and making you see stars. Your mind goes blank for a second, no thoughts, no sensations beyond the ecstasy of your release.
And then you feel Jake come inside you, his load spilling deep in your pussy. You gasp, nails digging into his skin as he bites your shoulder. He grunts against your skin, feeling his seed spill out of your stuffed cunt and drip down his cock, to his balls.
“There you go,” Jake says, kissing your forehead. “Did so well f'r me, love. You always do.”
“Mm,” you say, sleep taking over you, your eyes fluttering shut.
You fall asleep on top of Jake, his cock still inside you. He drifts into dreams not long after you.
The next morning, Jake wakes up, his mind reeling from the wet dream. He hasn't had such an intense dream in...well, ever. But when he opens his eyes and finds you on top of him, your neck littered in hickeys, your lips swollen from kisses, and his cock still inside you, he realizes it wasn't only a dream.
He chuckles softly. It was a dream come true.
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Forgot My Towel - Kim Youngbin
A/N: Happy Birthday @atinyfantasytothemoon , just a little something for the day.
B123— “I forgot my towel.”
Warnings: Smut, nudism, masturbation, explicit language, descriptive scenes, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy stimulation, cum tasting, hair tugging, bruising mentioned, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), cockwarming.
W/C: 3K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
Youngbin stood in the shower, letting the water run over his body, his thoughts drifting and his hand moving down towards his lower region, you were just outside the bathroom, on your shared bed, waiting for him, and here he was, thinking of you and becoming hard. He wraps his hand around himself and slowly slides it along his cock, feeling the blood rushing into it.
“Oh… fucking…” He grunts out, his head falling back as he inhales deeply. “Always invading my thoughts,” His toes curl against the tiled floor as he twists his hand around himself, he was so needy and horny for you. “Fuck…” He releases his cock and closes the water, he steps out of the shower, letting the water droplets roll down his skin and soak the rug underneath his feet. “I need…” He reaches for the towel and quickly dries himself off before hanging it back and leaving the bathroom. You lift your head from the bed to look at him and suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you find him without a towel and hard. “I forgot my towel.”
“Forgot…” You mumble, he nods his head and steps forward. “Or just decided to not use it,” You try to tear your eyes away, but you could see the slit starting to glisten with pre-cum. “What… what are you thinking about?” His knees hit the bed, and he stares down at you.
“You…” He mutters and tugs at the covers, pulling them from you and tossing them onto the ground. “How your pussy would feel around my cock,” You could feel your insides twisting at his words, wetness starting to form between your folds. “I need you…” He climbs onto the bed and grabs onto your ankles, pulling you to lay completely on your back. “Can I have you?” His voice was just above a whisper.
“… Yes,” You whisper. His hands slide up along your legs before his fingers curl into the waistband of your pyjamas, and he tugs them down and removes them, he moves between your legs, using his body to keep them spread, and his hand slips underneath your shirt and slides over your tummy and ribs and pauses once he grips onto your tit, his fingers knead into your breast and his palm rubs over your nipple. “Oh…” His cock was resting against your covered mound, and you could feel a wet patch slowly forming at the top of the waistband from where he was dripping onto you.
“How can you invade all my thoughts like this?” He mutters and leans down, his lips almost touching yours. Your eyes shut as you feel his hot breath against your lips. “Simple things like a shower, and you invade them, do you realize how irresistible you are?” And then his lips were against yours, kissing you hotly. You lift your hand and grip the back of his head, your fingers moving through his hair and your legs moving to entangle with his. The atmosphere in the room was shifting quickly and everything surrounding you felt hot, your skin was slowly being set alight as his fingers knead into your boob.
His tongue slides along your lips before pushing past them and into your mouth, running it along the inside of your mouth. His fingers slowly move towards your nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it, making you moan into his mouth. He tugs on it, and you feel his hips rock against yours, reminding you of his cock that was pressed against your mound. He breaks away from the kiss, silver strings of saliva breaking off.
“Fuck,” He grunts out and sits back on his knees, your hand falls away from his head and his hand slips from underneath your shirt, and he grips the hem of it and pushes it upwards. He quickly removes your shirt and leans forward and presses his face between your breasts, you feel his hand slides over your side before moving over the crease of your hip and dipping into your panties and slowly sides over your mound.
“Bin…” You whisper. It felt like your insides were tightening the closer his fingers got towards your pussy lips. “Oh, o-oh,” Your eyes open, and you gasp as you feel his fingers trace along the crease of your inner thighs. “Bin… Bin,” He turns his head and his lips attach to your boob, and you feel him slowly kissing towards your nipple before he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks on it. Your fingers twist into the sheets, and you tug at it as you feel a jolt go down to your clit. The sound of his lips sucking on your nipple sounded sinful, and feeling his tongue swirling over your nipple as it grew more sensitive with time.
“Fucking…” You gasp and arch your back, pushing your hips into his and his hand. His fingers slide over your folds, and he pulls them apart, you could feel your walls tremble as you feel your lips easily being parted with how wet you were. He slips his fingers between your lips, and you feel him groan against your nipple before he pulls away from it.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” He groans out and sits back on his knees and drops his gaze onto your pussy. “I’m so tempted to push your panties aside and fuck you with them on,” Your walls flutter at his words and your inside twists. His other hand presses down against your thigh as he slides his fingers along the inside of your folds before moving them to your entrance. You could hear your wetness squelch as his fingers move through them before sliding up towards your clit.
“Oh my fucking…” You breathe out. Your lids flutter and you suck in a deep breath of air as his fingers inch closer to your clit. “Oh my…” His fingers touch your clit and your legs jolt. You turn your head to the side, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.
“You’re practically ready for me,” He mutters. His fingers rubbed over your clit, and you could feel your insides knotting together in your abdomen. “But just to be extra sure…” His fingers press down hard against your clit, and it was as if your lungs were affected by that, and the air you were breathing suddenly didn’t feel like it was enough.
“Oh, oh, fu- uck, I,” You stutter and squeeze your eyes shut. His fingers tug at your clit before they move down and press against your entrance, you can feel his fingers circle around it before two digits slip into you. “OH!” The feeling of his fingers stretching you felt almost filling. “Bin,” You swear, if you were able to focus, you would be able to feel the way his fingers were shaped inside you.
“Hmm, moan my name, my name sounds so pretty coming from your lips,” He says and twists his fingers inside you, making your body squirm. “Say it louder,” His fingers curl inside you, and your body jolts at the feeling.
“Fuck, I… I, oh, Bin,” You moan. Your toes curl as you feel his fingers slowly slide out from you, only stopping to wiggle the tips of his fingers inside you before pushing them back in. “BIN!” You gasp.
“Hmm, that’s it,” He says. His hand on your thigh slowly slides upwards before he hooks your panties around his fingers and pulls them to the side to reveal your soaking pussy to him. “Hmm, I think this is a good option,” You hear the wet squelching sound as he slowly slips his fingers from you before pushing them back, fuck, it sounded so gotdamn sinful, but it felt so fucking good. His knuckles press against your pussy, and you feel the ridges of his knuckles rubbing over your pussy as he turns his fingers inside you.
“Youngbin!” You gasp out. Your shoulders press into the mattress, and you press your head against the pillows, your mind was becoming a hazy mess, and the pleasurable feeling and sensations were taking over. “Oh my fuck,” It sounded like you had choked on your own words as you felt a third digit slide into you, stretching your walls even more. “Fucking…” You almost turn onto your side from the pleasure.
“Such pretty noises and sounds, fuck,” He grunts out. His head falls back for a moment as he takes in the obscured noises coming from you. “Hmm,” He hums, and you barely heard his lips smack together, your eyes open briefly to look down at him, and you saw the lust-filled look on his face. “Fuck, imagine how it’ll sound when I’m fucking you,” He lifts his head and looks down at you. “It’ll be hot,” He whispers.
“Youngbiiiiinnnn,” You whine out, your eyes shutting and your back arching. Your muscles slowly begin to tense up, and you felt tingles moving along your legs and towards your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, oh, no, oh, fuck,” Your back was stuck to the sheets as your skin was soaked with sweat.
“Oh no?” He teases and curls his fingers inside you. “What do you mean, oh no?” You felt his fingers shift inside you. “Shouldn’t it be, oh yes?” And then his palm pressed down against your sensitive clit, and you were sent over the edge of ecstasy.
“OH YES!” You scream out, your body almost turning sideways from the pleasure going through you. “YES, YES, FUCK!” You tug at the sheets, pulling them out of place and bunching them up in your hands. “Oh my… fucking…” Stars explode behind your eyes and your mind was sent spinning into the clouds while your body trembled with pleasure.
“That’s it, make a pretty mess around my fingers,” You barely heard him mutter as you went through your high. Your hips lift off the bed, and you let out a gasp as you feel his fingers slide deeper into you for a moment. “That’s it, get yourself off on my fingers,” His fingers begin moving faster inside you before he completely pulls them from you, and you were left gasping for air as you came down from your high. You could feel your walls pulsing around nothing and your cum leaking from you.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, still trying to catch your breath. You open your eyes and blink rapidly before turning your head to look at him and found him with his fingers inside his mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck!” You squeak out. His eyes snap to your face, and you could practically see him smirk at you with his fingers inside his mouth. You watch as drool begins gathering in the corner of his mouth before he pulls his fingers from his mouth, you watch as saliva breaks off against his chin.
“Hmm, delicious,” He mutters and licks his lips. “As always,” His hand drops to your hips, and you whimper as you feel the wetness from his hand touch your hot skin. “I’m gonna turn you over, sweetheart,” You slowly nod your head before you feel yourself being turned onto your stomach. “Ass up,” You feel his hands on your ass and slowly lift your hips for him. “Hmm... that’s it,” You feel him push your panties aside. “Glistening for me,” You feel his thumbs on your folds as he spread them even more. “Fuck…”
“OH!” You gasp as your body jolts when you feel his cock against your ass. He slides it over you and slowly between your folds, coating himself with your juices. “Fuck, weren’t you… oh, dripping?”
“Hmm, I was, I made a press mess on my thighs, and now I’m mixing it with your mess,” He says, making you clench. “Ohh, fuck, look at that,” You feel his cock slide over your clit a few times before feeling him move it to your entrance and push the head into you. “Fuck, it looks so hot with my cock inside you and your panties pushed to the side.”
“Fuck, fuck, I, Bi-Bin,” You moan out, turning your head into the mattress. His cock felt so damn good as it was pushing into you, your walls pulse around him as your pussy practically swallowed him. “Fuck,” You turn your head and gasp for air. His hands grip onto your hips, and he pulls you against him, filling you with a quick movement. “BIN!”
“Fuck, feeling so good around me,” He groans. “Hugging me perfectly,” His hands slide along your sides, and you feel his fingers creep closer to your boobs. “So fucking warm,” His cock shifts inside you as he leans over you, and you let out a moan as it rubs against your walls.
“FUCK!” You cry out. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed before his hands gripped onto your boobs, and you feel him pull you up against him. “Fucking… Bin, Youngbin…” His body felt hot against yours, and you could feel his stomach rub against your back as he breathes in deeply, his chin rests on your shoulder, and you feel his breath against your shoulder.
“So… fucking hot…” He mutters into your ear, making your walls clench around him. “Good fucking go— oh,” You feel his hips shift, and his cock begins sliding out from you, you reach behind you and grip his hair. “Fuck, that’s it, hold on, tug it,” And then his hips snap forward into you, his cock filling you to the brim.
“OH!” You cry out as your head falls back against his shoulder. “Fuck, oh, oh, I,” You couldn’t form a proper sentence at the feeling of his cock filling you. “I’m, you, fuck, I,” The sound of your wetness and skin slapping against skin quickly fills the room as he thrusts into you. “Oh, my fucking go-.”
“So fucking good,” He grunts into your ear. His hands were gripping your boobs, and you swear you would find fingerprints on them the next day, but right now, it was adding to the pleasure. “Such a fucking delicious pussy,” He turns his head, and you feel his lips against your neck. “Taking me so damn good,” His lips latch onto your skin, and you feel him begin leaving a mark behind. You could feel your insides twisting and pulling together as a high began building.
“So good, oh my fucking, I, Youngbin, fuck, I,” You blubber out, you were becoming an absolute mess. You could feel your legs becoming shaky, and within moments your walls clamp down hard around him as you come undone for him once more. “OH MY!” You feel his teeth scrape against your skin, his movements only became faster and faster. “FuckingfuckI,” You tug at his hair before your hand falls down and grip his arm.
“Want to cum again for me?” He mutters into your ear, and you feel him move his arm down and your walls clench rapidly around him. “Fuck, excited for me to touch here,” His fingers make contact with your clit, and you cry out in pleasure as your body begins shaking in his hold. “Fuck, I can feel your juices dripping down my balls,” Your walls clamp around him and your back arches. “So damn hot,” His movements became sloppy, and you could tell he was getting closer.
“Fuck, so good, hmm,” You gasp out, your mind was spinning, and your body felt on fire. “Fuck, fuck, I,” Your head thrashes from side to side against his shoulder, and you could feel his arm muscle bulging with each stroke over your clit. “Biiiinnnn,” His stomach presses against your back, and you swore you felt the muscles pull and twitch.
“Fuck… I’m gonna…” His voice strained as he spoke. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m… fuck…” Hot ropes of cum spill into you, making you shiver and let out a strained moan. His fingers on your clit pause against your pussy folds as his sloppy thrust continues as he eases himself through his high and the aftershocks of your high. “Fuck, so good…”
“Fuck, oh… my…” You gasp out. Your body slowly begins relaxing, and you could feel your muscles aching from where they had tensed during your high, you open your eyes and blink several times, adjusting to the light. “Oh…” His hips come to a halt against yours, and you could hear his rough breathing right in your ear, which probably wasn’t helping you a lot because it sounded so fucking hot.
“Fuck, you’re just… perfect,” He mutters and slides his hand away from your pussy and wraps his arm around your middle, within moments you were laying on your side, and he was behind you with his cock still buried deep inside you. You could feel how sticky your bodies were as everything begins cooling off, his cock was growing soft inside you, and you swear you could feel your mixed releases leaking from you. His hand that was on your boob had moved to underneath your pillow while his other hand held onto your soft tummy, “I love this… all of you, I love it,” He mutters against your shoulder. You could feel your heart flutter at his words. “Everything…” You feel his hips push more against you, and you couldn’t help but whimper.
“Was all this… to love everything?” You softly ask. You could practically hear the smile form on his lips.
“Mostly it was being so damn horny and needy for you,” He says. “ But, I’ll never pass up an opportunity to love every inch and part of you,” You softly smile and close your eyes, becoming comfortable in his hold. “Are you gonna fall asleep?”
“Hmm… it’s comfortable,” You mutter before lazily wiggling your ass against his hips, earning a groan from him. “Very comfortable.”
“Tease,” He mutters before pulling you tighter against him. “I’m gonna wake up hard inside you… do I have your consent to have sex with you if you’re asleep?” You let out a hum.
“Yes,” You whisper, already drifting off to sleep. He couldn’t help but smile before lowering his head onto the pillow and listening to your breathing softening as you fall asleep.
“Sleep well, my love,” He mutters and closes his eyes to drift off.
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For @thiamappreciationweek Day 6: Slice of Life
“Okay, I’m almost done with this essay. I just need to work out a few kinks,” Liam says, proud of himself for actually getting his assignment almost finished before the due date instead of like being a week late like he usual is.
“I like bondage,” Theo hums from his spot on Liam’s bed where he’s been reading one of Liam’s novels from his cluttered bookcase.
“Shut up!” Liam shouts but his concentration wains, the chimera’s words rattling around in his brain and conjuring up filthy images of Theo bound, and in leather. “Fuck!”
“I’m always down for that,” Theo teases, tossing the book onto the bed and smirks that sly smirk of his.
Liam growls lowly in frustration, his fangs threatening to elongate as he skin suddenly starts to feel hot and Theo’s smirk grows.
“You want to be top or bottom.”
Theo's words hang in the air and desire swirling within Liam. He tries to regain his focus on the essay, but the image of bondage and Theo's teasing remarks continue to distract him. Liam's mind races, torn between his annoyance at Theo's interruption and the undeniable connection and tension that has always simmered between them.
With a frustrated growl, Liam abandons his chair and pounces on Theo, pinning him down on his bed. Their bodies collide, and Liam's anger is quickly overshadowed by the raw intensity of their proximity. He can feel the heat radiating from Theo's body, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere.
"I fucking hate you," Liam mutters, his voice layered with undeniable fondness and irritation.
Theo's smirk only widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mmm, that throbbing bulge says otherwise," he taunts, his voice dripping with innuendo, not even fighting as the beta’s grip on his wrists intensifies and presses him harder into the mattress, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat.
Liam's frustration melts away, replaced by a surge of arousal that courses through his veins. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from Theo's ear. "You're insufferable," he whispers, husky and mouth full of fangs.
Theo's breath hitches, his eyes darkening. "Prove it," he challenges, his voice barely a whisper.
In that moment, all rational thought is abandoned as Liam's desire takes over. He crashes his lips onto Theo's, their mouths melding together in a passionate frenzy. Their bodies writhe against each other, a dance of desire and frustration, as they give in to the undeniable chemistry that has always existed between them.
Theo's hands roam Liam's back, pulling him closer, while Liam's fingers tangle in Theo's hair, deepening the kiss. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the intoxicating scent of their shared desire.
As their bodies move in sync, the boundaries between hate and desire blur, leaving them both lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. In that moment, the unfinished essay, and the outside world fade away, replaced by the electric pull and intoxicating connection that has always blazed between them like a wildfire.
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Hey Babe, Your Hair’s Alright (Hey Babe, Let’s Stay Out Tonight) - Chapter 10
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39597543/chapters/99122538
Summary: After Eddie is humiliated at graduation by the town who still believes him to be the murderer, he breaks. He recluses. Steve isn't taking his shit for a second, and he's not letting Eddie's fire burn out.
CW: Awkward boys, bisexual crisis, references to sex.
He wakes up a little too warm, but finds he doesn’t mind as much as he would have in the past. His hand is still tucked close to Steve’s chest, his other arm numb where it’s trapped between the sheets and Steve’s bottom rib. It tingles now that he’s aware of it but he’s too comfortable to dislodge it just yet, burying his nose back in soft strands with a soft huff. The sunshine’s light peeks through the closed blinds and he smiled to himself, admiring the way it doused the room in a hazy atmosphere. It would soon be summer time and he could already feel it coming in as springs delicate breeze began to fade with each passing day.
Eddie turned his head the best he could, squinting over his shoulder at the clock. It was edging ten already. They’d have to clock out at eleven to get back on the road. He sighed softly and snuggled in closer. Surely another ten minutes was viable.
“Quit wriggling,” Steve grumbled, voice thick with sleep as he reached back lazily to shove Eddie’s face away. Eddie pulled a face and batted his hand back, watching the man roll onto his front and promptly doze back off. Eddie’s arm was still trapped under his stomach. Eddie felt a grin curl onto his lips as he got an idea, curling himself over Steve’s back.
“Wakey wakey...” He sing songed quietly in his ear, counting down from three. When Steve didn’t react, his grin grew wide and he attacked, digging his fingers into his armpit. Steve yelped, wide awake as he squirmed, trapped between Eddie’s chest and the mattress, his strong arm keeping him in place.
“Stop! Eddie, I swear to god-” He broke into peals of laughter, curling into himself to try and escape the tickling as it moved up his neck.
“Say Uncle! Say it!” Eddie laughed, trapping Steve’s kicking leg under his shin.
“You’re such an - ass!” Steve smacked his forearm twice, tapping out and Eddie eased up a bit. “Uncle, okay, fuck, Uncle, man.” Steve panted, face falling into his pillow as Eddie giggled against his shoulder.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“I hate you, holy shit.” As Eddie rolled off him, allowing him a moment to collect himself, Steve grabbed his pillow and whacked him hard.
“Ow!” Eddie put his arms up to cover his head, letting out a little wheeze of humour.
“Next time you’re getting the bat.” Steve threatened, pillow pressed against Eddie’s chest as he tried to catch his breath, eyes sparkling. His hair fell into his eyes and Eddie pushed it back for him, enamored.
“I’m so scared.” Eddie murmured sarcastically, eyes crinkling and thumb caressing the slope of Steve’s neck. Steve’s smile slowly fell until his eyes snapped away, reaching over to his bedside table to turn off the lamp he left on. He checked the time and frowned.
“We better start packing and get outta here. We wanna be back before dark.” Steve slipped out of bed and Eddie mourned the lost moment.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Eddie agreed, sitting up. Steve was pulling his things from the drawer as Eddie fingered the neckline of his sweater. He pulled it off over his head. “Think fast.” Steve almost dropped his pants when he tossed it his way, eyes flickering from the sweater to Eddie’s chest and away again.
“Feel free to catch a shower before we have to go. The water pressure here is pretty damn good.” Steve joked, folding the red sweater. Eddie hummed his agreement.
“Not a bad idea. I’ll be back.” He left for the bathroom and Steve watched as the door clicked shut. He buried his face in the sweater with a heavy sigh, heart pounding. It smelt like his detergent, and a hint of leather and firewood.
What the hell was wrong with him?
-----
The radio filled up the silence in the car. There’s not much to say, but Steve can feel the tension in the air as Eddie flipped through Carrie by Stephen King. Steve tapped the steering wheel, nervous.
Eddie spoke first.
“So, like, did El - uh, Jane? - grow up with a super religious mom too, or...?”
“What?”
“I mean, Carrie grows up in this abusive, religious prison-like environment and then one day she gets superpowers, right? Was El the same?”
“Uh...You’re not wrong, but it wasn’t that simple.” Steve scratched his head. “El was raised in a lab, not really a house. Or religious, I think.”
“Huh.” Eddie frowned. “That’s kinda sad, man.”
“Yeah. She’s done well for herself though, since getting out of there. We wouldn’t have gotten this far without her.”
“Superpowers, man.” Eddie whistled. “Though I think Carrie’s is more the devils work than just, like, science.” He shrugged.
“I thought you didn’t believe in the devil.” Steve teased.
“I don’t. Because I don’t believe in God. After the Upside Down, I’m pretty sure there is no God.” Eddie shuddered.
“I mean, I like to think there’s something good out there. Watching out for us.”
“You should talk to Gareth then, he believes in like, a billion gods.” Eddie flipped to the next page. “He has a whole shrine of candles and stuff in his room. His parents think he’s into voodoo.” Eddie snorted.
“Is he?”
“Uh, I don’t think so. Though he did joke about cursing me when his character died in a campaign last year, and then I kept finding spiders in my room. Freaked the hell out of me, but I think he was just planting them there.” Eddie shuddered at the memory.
“I’d skip town if I kept finding spiders in my room.”
“I considered it.” Eddie grinned, looking up from his book. He closed it over one finger and sat up straighter. “How’s your ear feeling?”
“Still pretty sore but as long as I leave it alone, I can ignore it.” Steve subconsciously went to touch it but refrained. “I gave it a wash in the shower last night.”
“Ear piercings usually heal up pretty well without trouble. Give it a few weeks - at least two months to be safe.”
“I got chewed on by demobats and I’m pretty much done healing after they stitched me back up, but a single needle through the ear will be two months?” Steve said in disbelief.
“Stitches are needles too.” Eddie shrugged. “And to be fair, your ear has to heal around your jewellery. It’s not like your skin’s stitching itself back together. I imagine if you got stabbed and left the knife in, it would take a lot longer to heal too.”
“It’s not a knife though. It’s an earring.”
“Does your body know that?” Eddie lifted his brows, challenging him to say otherwise.
“Okay, okay, you have a point.” Steve rolled his eyes.
“...Does it still hurt? Your sides.”
“Well, sometimes. It left a gnarly scar.” Steve chanced lifting up his shirt a bit, the highway pretty much empty. The wound still looked pretty dark, tender, but it had sealed up and the stitching had been taken out a few weeks prior. “Hurt a bit when we were running around last night.”
“Shit, you should have told me, Stevie.” His guilt ten-folded.
“It’s fine. I ran around with them fresh, I could kick up the pace with them closed up.” Steve dropped his shirt back over them. “Not the epic scar I would have preferred, but my ladies man rep had been going downhill since senior year anyway so.” Steve shrugged.
“I think it’s pretty cool.” Eddie offered and Steve’s cheeks grew warm.
“Uh, thanks man.”
“Not a problem, Stevie.” Eddie tapped the top of his book before opening it back up. The car was silent once more and Steve nibbled on his lower lip.
“I still have that guy’s number. Rich.”
“Oh, you mean Dick?”
“No, no, I think it was actually Moby.” The pair chuckled.
“You should prank call him.”
“I feel like he might track me down Terminator style, man.”
“Oh absolutely, he’ll bring his needle gun and everything.” Steve threw his head back at the image, Rich in his buzzcut and tattooed glory, carrying the tiny needle gun like it was an AR.
“You’re seeing it too!” Eddie cackled, pushing his hair back from his face with a blinding grin. “I might actually go back to him one day, he can do my tongue.” Eddie stuck his tongue in demonstration and Steve bit his lip.
“Your tongue? Really?”
“Hell yeah, man. It would be metal as fuck.”
“Have fun with your baby food then.”
“I’ll live off smoothies and soup while it heals.” Eddie shrugged. “If you were to get another one done, what would you want?”
“Uh...” Steve frowned. “I don’t know, I think the ear was enough for me, Eddie.”
“Come on, anything.”
“Okay, um...” Steve gave it a long thought before chuckling to himself.
“What?” Eddie quirked a brow, taking his bottle of lemonade from the cup holder and uncapping it.
“I was just thinking,” Steve shook his head with a grin. “Robin would lose her shit if I came home with nipple piercings.” Eddie spat out his drink, barley catching it in his hand as Steve jumped.
“Gross, dude! My car!”
“You were so reluctant to get one ear done but you’d get your tits done?!” Eddie shrieked.
“Don’t call them tits!” Steve yelled back, covering his chest with one hand like Eddie had offended them.
“The moment you pierced them, they’re tits, man, I’m sorry.” Eddie wiped his wet hand on his jeans, capping his lemonade.
“They are not. Tits are a girl thing.”
“Tits are a universal thing, Stevie.”
“Look, I wouldn’t actually get them done, I just think it would be funny!” Steve threw his hands up.
“No, no, you said it, which makes it fifty percent more likely to happen.”
“I’d get one done, max.”
“You go big or go home, Stevie, you get all or nothing.”
“You go and pierce your nipples then.”
“Maybe I will.” The car went quiet, Runaway by Bon Jovi beginning to play on the radio as they drove. Eddie broke first, holding his stomach as he cackled, Steve following shortly after with his head almost of the steering wheel.
‘On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives.’ Steve tapped along to it.
“They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint. A touch of sable in their eyes.” Eddie sang along, mimicking the incoming guitar. Steve grinned, nodding his head to the music as Eddie made his own little performance in the passenger seat. Steve liked Eddie’s voice, smooth and but a little rough at the end.
Eddie put the invisible microphone in his face and Steve laughed.
“No, no, Bon Jovi is not in my range.” Steve shook his head.
“Sing it, Stevie, sing it with me.” Eddie threw his head back and forth at the guitar solo, encouraging Steve to take the lead. Steve rolled his eyes and pushed down his own embarrassment as words trickled back into the song, singing along with Eddie.
“No one heard a single word you said...They should have seen it in your eyes,” Eddie sang the backing and Steve fought off a laugh. “What was going ‘round your head.”
“Ooo, she's a little runaway,” Eddie took back his mic but Steve couldn’t help singing along now. “Daddy's girl learned fast, all those things he couldn't say. Ooh, she's a little runaway...”
Steve doesn’t know how long they go on like that, singing along to the radio and making fun of each other’s voice cracks and exaggerated vocals. But Eddie looks at him and grins somewhere in the middle of it and Steve’s heart flips.
“You got a nice voice, Stevie. Maybe not rock and roll worthy, but it’s nice.”
Steve runs that high the entire ride back, even when it gets quiet again.
-----
Eddie feels a little sad when the scenery changes from endless trees to stores that have been around since he was a kid, to the playground he played alone on, to the schools he had hated with a passion.
He is a little happy to see his home though, familiar and grounding, but it leaves his stomach a little sick as the car comes to a stop on his lawn.
“This is where we part ways, my friend.” Steve announced, gesturing grandly to Eddie’s tiny mobile home.
“Yeah. I guess it is.” Eddie agreed, trying not to allow the creeping sadness into his voice. He went to open the door, to grab his shit and head inside, but he paused with one foot out of the car. He turned back to Steve and licked his lips, unsure how to ask. “Is, uh...is it going to be different now? You know...now that we’re home.” Eddie’s neck burned with embarrassment at how needy he sounded.
“What...what will be different?” Steve furrowed his brows, looking a little lost. Eddie fiddled with his cassette, tonguing his upper lip as he weighed the options of leaving it or explaining.
“Last night. Does...does last night change things. Between us.” Eddie looked everywhere but Steve and Steve let out a little sound of understanding.
“I, uh...” Steve plucked at the end of his jacket sleeve, heart kicking into overdrive as he tried to come up with something coherent and not just a continuous scream into the void of his mind. “I...don’t know?”
“You...don’t know?” Eddie frowned, finally looking at him. Steve’s cheeks burned.
“I mean, I’m not...entirely sure what is going on.” He realised how stupid he sounded. “I mean, I know that last night wasn’t exactly - normal. So yeah, it makes things different, but I-” Eddie’s expression was growing more hurt and aggravated the longer he spoke and Steve groaned.
“Look, until yesterday, I thought you were just a friend. A really good friend! You have to understand how confused I am right now.” Steve looked at Eddie with pleading eyes and Eddie’s frustrations seemed to slide away with a sigh.
“I do. I understand, Steve.” Eddie let his head fall back against the seat and pursed his lips. “If you want to stay that way...we can. I mean, I’ll need a little time to sort out my feelings, but we can still be friends if that’s what you want.”
“I don’t!” Steve panicked before reeling himself back in. “I mean, I do, want to be friends, but I also want to...figure this out. I think I just some need time, man. To figure out how I feel about everything, you know?” He worried his lower lip between his teeth and Eddie reached out, tugging it free with his thumb. Steve’s heart stuttered. Eddie quickly dropped his hand.
“Okay.” He said. “Okay. I’ll wait. Keep in touch, Stevie.” With a cynical smile, he got out and closed the door behind him. Steve sat at the wheel as the trunk opened and closed, watching as Eddie walked up to his door. The metalhead looked back at him and gave a small wave. Steve rose a hand awkwardly to wave back, squeezing the steering wheel through the ache of his bruised knuckles as Eddie disappeared inside.
Why the hell did he feel like he had just been dumped?
-----
It’s just after five, Sunday’s closing time, when Steve barges in.
“Robin! I have a crisis!”
“Ahh!” Robin knocked over her Jenga tower of video tapes and groaned loudly. “Dude!”
“You can make it again, I’m in a crisis, Robin.” He proceeded to jump over the counter, narrowly avoiding stepping on a case.
“And I am closing.” Robin sassed, only pausing when she really looked at Steve. “Is that an earring?”
“Yes, yeah, I did that.” Robin reached out to touch it and he batted her hands away. “Don’t touch it! It’s healing!”
“Oh god, I can’t believe you pierced your ear, just a few weeks ago you were saying diamonds are tacky.”
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind.” Steve waved it off and Robin gasped, grabbing his hand.
“Did you get into a fight too?! You literally just got out of hospital like a month ago!”
“I had my stitches out like, a month ago.” He mocked her voice and Robin dropped his hand with a deadpanned glare.
“Sorry for being concerned for my friend who usually comes back from fights with his face busted to all hell and a chuck of his side taken out.”
“Well, I had a good reason to punch the bastard, okay? Now, onto my crisis, if you will?”
“You’re so dramatic.” Robin rolled her eyes. “Let me lock up real quick, I still gotta check the returns.” Steve waited patiently as Robin locked the door, flipping the sign to closed and pulling the blinds down. She came back around, unlocking the slot for returns. “Okay, start talking. I want to know all about Chicago.”
“...Okay, I’ve come to an issue.” Steve pursed his lips.
“What?”
“I just realised if I tell you, I’d be technically be outing more than one person.” Robin paused and turned to look at him.
“Eddie came out to you?”
“What?” Steve squeaked before clearing his throat. “Why did you assume it was Eddie?”
“Because...” Robin paused, staring at Steve a long moment. She pursed his lips. “Nothing, just, like, thought it might be.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not.” Steve lied, the pair in a tense silence.
“...But like, this is a safe space, we’re all friends-”
“I mean, if you guessed it, it’s not that far fetched-”
“Eddie is gay, we both know he’s gay.”
“Oh thank god, you already knew.” Steve and Robin let out a breath of relief, laughing a little.
“Of course I knew, dude, I’ve had a hunch since we met. A fellow gay can spot another gay a mile out.” Robin snorted. “Especially in a town this small.”
“Really?” Steve pulled a face, looking away. “So like...did you ever think...that maybe I was gay?” It felt weird to say out loud, his voice going a little softer around the forbidden word. He didn’t care when Robin said it, but saying it himself, about himself, made his hairs stand on end. Like he was scared someone else might hear even though they were alone.
Robin stared at Steve a long moment.
“Are you?”
“I’m...not sure.” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand over his jacket.
“Okay, from the start. What tipped you off?” Robin had abandoned her task in favor of listening.
“Well, uh, I may have...kissed Eddie. Last night.”
“You what?!” She screeched and Steve jumped, brows furrowing.
“Why are you yelling?!”
“You and Eddie kissed?!”
“Yes! Now shut up, the entire town doesn’t need to know, Jesus.” Steve looked over his shoulder needlessly.
“Oh my god, I knew Eddie liked you, but I wasn’t sure you’d ever reciprocate with how dumb you are.”
“I am not dumb!”
“You’ve never been the brightest when it comes to feelings, Steve. You fell for a lesbian.”
“I was trying to move on from Nancy and you were very nice, Robin. I was also very high on pain, drugs and a near death experience when I admitted that!”
“Your love life makes me feel better about myself, honestly.” Robin shrugged. “But Eddie, huh? So, what did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you kissed, how did you react?”
“I kissed him, Robin.”
“Oh. Oh.” He eyes went wide. “That complicates things. Was he into it?”
“Uh, well...” Steve thought back to the kiss, Eddie’s grip on his hip and enthusiasm, and blushed. “Yeah. Yeah, he was...into it.” He licked his dry lips and swallowed.
Robin smirked.
“I bet he did.” She purred and Steve cringed.
“Shut up.”
“No, no, I’m milking this after all the teasing you gave me over Vickie.”
“She absolutely likes boobies, Robin.”
“Stop saying boobies.” Robin groaned. “Okay, so you and Eddie kissed, you were both into it, what’s the issue?”
“Well, until last night I thought he was just a friend but now I know he’s a good kisser, can make me laugh and that he has like half a dozen piercings in his ears that look really hot when he puts his hair up.” Steve was starting to pace, counting each listed trait on his fingers and Robin bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
“Wow, you are down bad.”
“But why now? Why am I suddenly so attracted to Eddie Munson when I’ve only liked girls before? And now I’m pretty sure he hates me because I have no idea what I’m doing or if I’m even gay or not.” Steve flopped across the front counter with a groan. “Robin, give me your gay wisdom, I need it.”
“Oh, there, there, my confused little hetero-not-sexual.” She patted his back patronizingly. “I get it, man. I took me years to figure out why I wasn’t interested in boys and way too invested in my female friends.”
“I don’t get it, Robin.” Steve sighed, looking up at her. “Why now? I liked girls, I slept with girls, it was nice and I enjoyed dating them. I was in love with Nancy, I know I was. What, was that all just me avoiding my homosexuality? By lying to myself?”
“Maybe you just like both.” Robin suggested. “It’s not a hard leap. If I can like girls and Eddie can like guys, you can like babes and not-babes.”
Steve frowned. It made sense, sure, but...
“But I’ve never liked any other guys before? I’ve liked plenty of girls.”
“Did you really never crush on any guys growing up?” Robin narrowed her eyes at him and Steve felt like he was a bug under her microscope. “Think hard. No guys made you feel a little funny in the tummy?”
“I mean...” Steve bothered to give it a real thought, chin in his hand. After a long pause, he side eyed her and her shit-eating grin. “Shut up.”
“So you did!”
“Okay, fuck, you might be right. I definitely liked a few guys between all the girls. Shit, how did I miss that?” He placed his hands on his hips, stumped by his own obliviousness.
“Maybe you never had the chance to think about it because you had the easier option of women?” Robin theorized in a bored tone.
“Okay, Einstein.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Still. I feel so dumb.”
“It’s fine.” Robin leaned against the front counter and grinned. “Eddie must like them dumb.” She teased and Steve blushed.
“Why am I friends with you?”
“Gays flock together.” Robin wriggled his brows. “So, what are you going to do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You like Eddie, he likes you. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Okay, so let’s say I did decide to do something about this little crush; where would I even start? I mean, I can’t really invited him out on a date like I would a girl.” The other night had been a prime example of that.
“Do what you’ve already been doing.” Robin smiled softly. “You don’t have to go showing Eddie off like one of your preppy exes. I’m sure he’d just be happy to spend more time with you. Just you two and his single mattress.” She wriggled her brows suggestively and Steve’s eyes widened.
“Robin, that’s an awful idea.”
“What? Why? Ignore the weird stains. In fact, take them as a promise.” Robin snorted.
“No, not- Ew. I mean I don’t know anything about that stuff!”
“...Steve, you were a whore in high school.” Robin reminded and Steve groaned.
“I meant between guys!”
“I’m sure Eddie would be happy to teach you.” Robin smirked.
“I’m not a girl, Robin. I shouldn’t need to be guided.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t think of you as one considering he’s gay.” Robin poked his tongue out at him.
“Still.” Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna be like my first girlfriend all over again. I’m gonna be so awkward, I don’t want Eddie to think I’m an idiot.”
Robin smiled softly, bumping her shoulder against his.
“You know, its not always a bad thing. Being nervous. It shows you really care. I’m sure Eddie will be just as nervous as you, buddy.” Robin tucked her hair behind her ears. “I get soooo nervous around girls. I just ramble and embarrass myself every time, but I’m sure if I found the one, she’d love that about me.”
“You’re cute when you ramble, though.” Steve pouted, pinching her cheek and Robin smacked him.
“You’re such a dick.”
“What? I’m being serious.” He laughed before sobering. “I guess I just feel out of my element. Girls, I get girls. Heck, I get guys to a degree. But Eddie? He’s different. In a good way, though.” Steve ruffled his hair and smoothed it back. “Sorry, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“No. No, it does.” Robin shook her head and rested it on his shoulder. “It’s really sweet, Steve. You should just tell him that. That you don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of him.”
“I will. I probably already have.” He sighed and rested his cheek against her hair. She smelt like raspberries and something floral. It was nice.
“Then who cares if you do it again?” Robin hummed. “If he’s already seen you at your worst, show him your best.”
“My best?”
“Lay on the Harrington charm.” Robin smirked. “He won’t be able to resist.”
“The Harrington charm...” Steve’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Okay.”
“Awesome.” They stayed like that a while longer before Steve helped her finish her returns pile and offered her a ride home. As she got out of the car, she gave him a fist bump. “See you later, you funky lil’ bisexual.”
“Bisexual?” Steve asked in confusion.
“Yeah. Bisexual. Girls and guys. I just remembered.” Robin grinned. Steve blinked, mulling the word over in his head.
“Bisexual...”
“Don’t think too hard.” Robin chuckled and closed the door behind her. He huffed out a small laugh.
“Bisexual...Yeah, that works.”
His best friend was a genius.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#eddie munson x steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things 4#st4#stranger things fic
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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩
He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3
Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.
He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.
As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.
And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.
His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.
The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.
He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.
That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”
He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.
Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.
If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.
He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.
When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).
He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”
He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2
Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.
Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.
Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.
Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.
(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).
This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.
Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.
Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.
Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.
You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.
Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”
Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”
When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.
He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.
(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).
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Brooklyn Revengers [2]
series masterlist
-----pairing: dark!biker!gang!Bucky x dark!gang!reader
Chapter Summary: Coming to a compromise, you and the Revengers go to the site of Bucky's alleged captivity to 'reason' with the Flag Smashers
Chapter Warnings: domestic abuse, domestic violence, oral (m!recieving), manipulation, murder, use of firearms (guns), death, marking (bruising)
A/N: As I said before, the first chapter sucked and that's because I'm really bad at inciting incidents and such but now I'm starting to get onto a track(:
Friday, July 20th, 2024, 10:00
"I should go to them," you state for what feels like the hundredth time. Bucky looks at you, dumbfounded, leaning on the bar with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"No, you’re not, no way," he says lowly, readjusting his stance and looking behind your shoulder at the men dispersed around the clubhouse. His jaw clenches in thought and a moment of silence passes between you two, layered among the unruly atmosphere throughout the single-floored building.
"Bucky, I can take care of myself-" you debate before being grabbed by the face.
"I know that," he states through his teeth, squishing your cheeks in his cold metal grab. "But there are people in this room that haven't gotten a chance to learn, yet. I'm only playing fair, Princess," he mutters condescendingly. You grab his metal wrist and throw it away from your face, letting the metal scrape your teeth through your bottom lip as you do so. He grips your wrist with an almost painful pressure and bores into your eyes sternly for a moment. A few people turn their heads to the commotion between you— nothing new— before he gives up and lets go.
The messages had been few and far in between, but still convincing nonetheless. According to the texts, Bucky had been captured by another rival gang and traded over to the Flag Smashers, with whom he was currently being held in a forest... with cell service, apparently. You had bickered with him for just short of 20 minutes over the pros and cons of running to his 'aid' with still no compromise. Your idea was that however many Flag Smashers were there could be picked off, leaving less work for you later on. It was a good plan-- had been done before.
Bucky turns, about to stomp off to wherever the hell it is he disappears to before you grab his side. Your maroon nails dig into his waist as you stare into his eyes with a death-stare, clawing him back to you. He turns his nose up and stares down at you, guessing what's going on in your head. He glances over at the men huddled around the pool table and the only working television before smirking and grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, dragging you down the hallway. Your feet struggle to keep up with his large strides as he slams the dorm door open and tosses you inside, kicking the door back shut behind him.
Honestly, you have no fucking idea how that door is still on its hinges.
Stumbling into the corner of the bed, you catch yourself on the dark wooden bed frame before heavy footsteps vibrate the floor currently digging into your knees, moving toward you. He grabs you by the hair and straightens your posture as he sits down onto the bed beside you, maneuvering you to be between his thighs.
He unbuttons his jeans— the same pair worn at least 4 days in a row— and unzips his fly, providing his fraction of a hard-on some relief before pulling his boxers down with his jeans just enough to provide you access to all you need. His part done, he sits back, resting on his elbows and watching you intently as you begin to stroke him. You swipe your thumb over his reddening tip as his cock hardens in your grasp, making him shudder. Content with his condition, you lean forward and strain to reach his dick with your mouth, just barely breathing on it. He chuckles and grabs you by the hair again, moving you out of the way as he shuffles forward a bit to be within reach of your mouth.
As soon as he releases your hair, you kiss your way up his thighs then up his shaft, leaving one soft kiss on his tip before taking him in your mouth. You close your lips around his tip and roll the bottom of your tongue along it before bobbing your head on him, taking more with each dive. You repeatedly drag your head up and down his now solid cock, tears sitting on your black-lined waterline waiting for an opportunity to drop. You gag and sputter on him as he pierces your throat with his tip, making the tears drop and leave streaks down your face. He groans deeply as you pick up the pace, bringing a hand up to the base of his shaft to help yourself out.
“Look at that pretty little face taking my cock,” he irks. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he guides you up and down his cock, growing close.
“Shit, baby,” he whispers before squeezing his eyes shut and relaxing back down onto his elbow, keeping his grip in your hair. You ease his cock out of your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around his tip faster, stroking his shaft a few times before taking him back down your throat. You swallow him eagerly as he ruts his hips up into your jaw, making you gag. Inky tears line the creases of your face as he holds your head still, fucking down your throat. You groan onto him as he stills and spills, blocking your airway. Once he’s done, he eases himself out of your face, leaving you a coughing and groaning mess.
“Fine,” he grants, wiping the tears of eyeliner off of your face with calloused fingers before standing, pulling up his pants, and leaving the room. You knew he’d say yes, blowjob or not, but insurance is a must-have. You watch him saunter out on the floor before climbing onto the bed and beginning to recollect yourself.
Friday, July 20th, 2024, 18:40
The black nail polish on your fingers is uneven— scratched away by the fingernails of your opposite hand as you ride impatiently in the van. Your torn jeans are littered with chips of the polish, likely to stick to them in the wash. Bucky watches your hands intently from beside you, pushing them down into your lap for the 2nd time in attempts to stop you from picking the manicure.
“Stop that.” he demands.
“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, almost subconsciously as your mind is preoccupied with how to handle the situation waiting for you just up the road. You’re not in your subconscious for much longer afterwards— a stinging red mark developing on the side of your face.
“You don’t fucking talk to me like that.” Bucky spits. You hold the side of your face to soothe the point of the slap as you tuck your other hand between your thighs, hanging your head. He fixes a stray piece of hair on the side of your face, moved by the hit, before straightening his posture and leaning his head against the back of the van, closing his eyes.
“Seriously, Buck?” Birdie asks from across the van, his hands raised in expression. Bucky shifts his position a bit before responding with his eyes still closed.
“Mind your business, Samuel,” he says, irritation and his last nerve evident in his voice. Birdie looks to you with sincere eyes and you nod once, to tell him you’re fine. He looks uncomfortable as he fixes his vest, pulling the leather tighter around himself like a mother with her shawl drinking coffee on a balcony— likely named ‘Deborah’ or ‘Ashley’.
Thankfully the ride only lasts another 10 minutes as Cap’s Marvin Gaye CD finishes its third loop. You can’t see where the van parks but it’s clear upon exit that you’re in the forest clearing the texts specified. You all part ways, going to your planned positions before the arrival of the Flag Smashers. You’d agreed to meet for 7pm sharp, but the early bird gets the worm, right?
From where you’re standing in the center of the clearing, you can’t see a single one of your members, proving that they’ve been hidden well. Luckily, the Flag Smashers had the same idea, saving you the wait. A small red Sedan pulls up into the clearing first, followed by a white van that parks behind it, from which a combined 15 or so people exit and walk toward you.
“Evening,” you greet with a small smile. Karli doesn’t return the favour, instead sharing glances to her people. The vastly diverse group of people disperses around you, circling you entirely. Your heart rate remains steady throughout and you plan to play naive for as long as possible.
“Listen, I’m just here to get Bucky, guys,” you say— your voice shaking and eyes flickering. You waver in slow circles, eyeing out the number of people surrounding you. 17 total, including Karli. You have 7 men plus yourself, so could easily take them all out at once given the contrast in experience.
“Y’know, I really didn’t take you to be this dumb,” Karli starts. Every hero needs a monologue. “We don’t have your boy-toy, Princess, but we do have a shit ton of led just for you. Isn’t that so kind? To waste all these bullets on something like you?” she drags.
You stand completely still, watching as they all grab their weapons. The second their arms extend toward you, silenced bullets hit them dead-on and, not moments later, the rest of your crew jump from their positions and rush the rest. Voices shouting “on the ground!” and “get on your knees” merge together as magazines are removed from the Smashers’ weapons and hit the rubble of the ground. Every person opposing you is either tits-up in the dirt, or held at gunpoint with their hands up on their knees.
Every person but Karli, that is. The same Karli that's currently holding her gun out at you not even 10 feet away.
“Drop it, Karli,” you demand, pointing your gun at her— barrel trained on her forehead.
“You first,” she retorts, making you sigh. “We did nothing to you! You put a microphone in our bar, what else was I supposed to do?” her voice wavers as her grip grows shaky. You step closer to her and she cocks her gun in response. She seems so fragile like this, innocent, almost. But you knew otherwise.
“God, I’m really not in the mood for this,” you complain before lowering your gun to your side.
About to hash it out with her, an outlying gunshot rings through the trees, drawing everyone’s attention. You turn back to see a Flag Smasher standing behind the van, holding a gun pointed at a now collapsing Harley. You resurface your gun and shoot blindly at the assailant, landing the shot even in your distress. He drops to the ground limp as a noodle and you turn back to Karli.
Before you get the chance, Bucky swiftly maneuvers his weapon and shoots once at Karli’s leg. The shot goes directly through the flesh of her thigh, making her drop to the gravel with a scream. Once she’s on the ground, you crouch beside her and toss her gun aside.
“You stole from us first, hon,” you spit at her before looking at her leg where she’s pressing on the bleeding muscle. “It’s a flesh wound, you’ll be fine,” you say before standing back up and stepping on her thigh. She cries out a blood-curdling scream that pangs through your ears as you begin pacing toward Harley’s bleeding body.
With one glance at the hole that goes through his chest, you know he’s done. Taking a deep breath, you rise back to your feet calmly before pointing your gun and executing every person on their knees besides Karli— her, you need alive. Satisfied, you crouch back down with a huff and lean over the young man as he coughs and sputters blood. Fixing his hair, you tuck a piece of the fluffy locks behind his ear before giving him a small smile and walking back to the van.
“Get it organized. Make it look like a foreign hit.” you order, waving your hand behind your head before climbing into the van, sitting on the edge and swinging your feet outside the door as you watch your men begin to round up the bodies and organize them in the middle of the clearing. Boot-clad feet make their way to you across the gravel in wide strides, Bucky. He stops in front of you, hovering over your seated frame as he stares down at you. You ignore him, trying your best to concentrate on the men piling bodies as he pulls your chin upward and analyzes the mark across your face. You'd noticed a couple sideways stares from the others, you always notice them. You walk out of a room or, in this case, a van, with a fresh mark across your face, a bruise forming around your wrists, or maybe both, depending on the kind of day Bucky's having, and everyone stares at you observantly before Bucky walks out and practically beats his chest like a gorilla, spooking them all away.
He pulls your chin further, making you look up at him. When your eyes meet his, you see nothing but pride beginning to swell in his chest, evident in his subtle expression. You feel vulnerable beneath him and try your best to look menacing, like you're not crumbling to pieces beneath him, but he can see through it. He always sees through it. The crease between his eyebrows deepens as his signature smirk takes over his lips, shadowed eyes beaming through yours straight into to your mind.
"What?" he taunts condescendingly, faking a pout. "All you had to do was listen, doll.". Your eyes leave his and he sighs before taking a seat next to you on the edge. You sit in silence next to him, watching the men but not focusing on them. His gaze burns into the side of your face, a stone-cold expression sealing his features as he waits for you to slip up. And, to your dismay, you do. In a matter of minutes you peek from the corner of your eye in his direction, only to get your eyes ensnared in his vision. You can't look away, watching an expression of sorrow glaze over his features as he rests his head on his hand.
"Do you love me, doll?" he asks. You do love him; no matter what he does, you'll always be right next to him, bruised or not.
"Yes." you whisper, contemplating shuffling toward him. You love him, so why wouldn't you? Hesitantly, you scoot over into his side, burying the side of your face in his baggy grey t-shirt. The smell of his cold cologne mixed with smoke, oil, and liquor soothes your nerves as your distaste dissolves into his aura. The men organize the bodies into a shape, you observe.
A crown, one fit for a princess.
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Mornings with AOT characters (Levi & Armin)
Levi
Levi usually wakes up pretty early, not one to usually sleep in later than is needed. Granted, if he manages to find himself being able to sleep. Now, you, on the other hand, aren't much of a morning person. So when you find yourself needing to wake up early, you need to usually rely on Levi to help with that process.
“No,” you tiredly said in protest when Levi tried to wake you up. The night before you had told the man that you had errands that you need to run, preferably in the morning so you didn’t have to worry about them later on in the day. So naturally, you asked him to help wake you up, not trusting yourself to wake yourself up on your own. This brings you to the current problem, the short man in front of you. “I don’t wanna.”
Levi scowled and flicked you on the forehead causing you to face away from him and hide your face in the sheets, the so warm sheets that feel so much better than the cold bedroom. Seeing that you weren’t budging, Levi scoffed and turned around heading to the kitchen. Trying to get you to wake up was a struggle and it was best to let you be till coffee was made or till you wanted morning kisses. He grabbed a random mug from the cupboard for him as well as your favorite mug for yourself. It was a simple mug, nothing special, but it was gifted to you by Hange, your best friend. And you treasured anything and everything that they gave you. As he was finishing up your cup of coffee, with the right amount of sugar, he could hear the sounds of groans and feet shuffling, an indicator that you decided to get up from the bed. “Good morning brat,” he said with a smirk.
“Goodmorning brat,” you said mockingly, “shut the fuck up.” As stated before, you aren’t much of a morning person and most times become cranky.
Levi let out a tch sound and turned around with both warm mugs in each hand, “Is that any way to talk to the person who made you coffee?” At the smell of your favorite scent as well as the sight of your favorite mug, you visibly brightened.
Even though you hated mornings with a burning passion, the sight of Levi in the morning sun, god you absolutely thrived off of seeing Levi in the morning, holding a cup of coffee that he specifically made for you, made you hate mornings even less. And that was all you could think of while sipping the hot liquid with his arms around you.
Armin
The thing that brought both you and Armin together was reading. When you met Armin, you were reading a book, and when Armin saw that, he grew excited and after many attempts, he finally managed to convince himself to actually go up to you. So to no one's surprise, of course, every morning you would find yourself reading a book with Armin. Whether it be you reading aloud to him or the opposite, even both of you reading different books and just enjoying the atmosphere of each other.
“Y/n,” you heard someone whisper in your ear which caused a groan to come out of your mouth, “wake up darling.” you turned over to the other side, not wanting to face the day quite yet, “I’ll read to you.” Armin tried to bribe you. At that, you smiled wide and turned back around to face your lover. You were met with a beautiful sight. Armin’s hair was a blonde mess, his nightclothes in a disarray from a sleep of tossing and turning, but his smile was so bright and his eyes the prettiest ever, the sun shining down on him from behind making him look even more pretty. From the looks of it, he had just awoken as well. “Goodmorning, darling,” Armin said with a somewhat husky voice due to sleep.
“Goodmorning my love,” you said with a smile, one that would take hours to disappear, “what do you have in mind this morning to read?” and at that question, that set off the blonde on a 30-minute rant about this book that he almost fell in love with, you having his entire heart that he doesn’t think he could love someone or something as much as he loves you. Once you agreed that yes, you would love to read this book, Armin kissed you on the forehead and reached over to the nightstand behind him, and grabbed said book from the top drawer. He drew himself back till he was against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, with your head on top of his chest.
Once he started reading, it seemed like you both were in that position for hours. As he got deeper into the story, he absently would fiddle with the ends of your hair and every so often would reach over and kiss you on the lips. Depending on the plans for the day, this could continue for half the day, getting up only when needed but instantly getting back into the comfort of the other. You would do anything and everything as long as you would be able to wake up to this man for the rest of your life and spend the mornings basking in each other's love.
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Hi I need to ask a favor of you... Can we get like,,, the reader trying to set cc!dream up with a friend of theirs and he actually likes the reader so we get like dream trying to say that he likes the reader. Idk if this makes sense but I just want a dramatic like "ARE YOU DUMB" moment. Thank u, I'll exit the stage.
Okay so long story short, I had a series about Dre that I was going to write (like a million years ago even before e!k) and I tuned up the confession scene because it fit with the request. Idk idk. It was back when I was having my romance novel phase. N E WAY. happy reading :) ♡ g
𝐄𝐆𝐎 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
± warnings: language, angst, being so overdramatic, mentions of rivals to lovers, being in a shower, kinda cringe ngl
Dream eyed you over his glass from across the table, his legs long enough that he was invading your space beneath the surface. His green eyes burned into you, which you attempted to let roll off your shoulders innocently. Your friend was talking up Sapnap, completely destroying your plan put in place. It seemed like Dream could tell what you were up to as well, and by the look he was sending your way and the tension in his shoulders, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for it. Sapnap asked the girl beside you how she was doing in her classes and before he could boast about his own achievements, you butted in. “You know, Clay’s ranked fourth in our sociology class.” Dream rolled his eyes as your friend’s brow perked at your statement.
She cracked a grin in his direction. “Oh really? You some kind of a genius?” She joked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Dream chewed the inside of his cheek and folded his hands together on the table, uncomfortable now that you had shifted the subject matter to him. “Uh, I wouldn’t say that. It’s an intro course so…” he mumbled. She hummed in response and he wet his lips.
You jumped into the small bit of silence. “Come on, don’t downplay! He’s also helped me pass calculus last year,” you boasted. Dream shut his eyes briefly as if it were taking every ounce of his being not to scold you. You didn’t care.
“That’s awesome! I’m actually a mathematics major,” your friend eased. “Maybe if you are some kind of genius you could help me figure out homeomorphically irreducible trees sometime,” she jousted with a small wink. Dream chuckled and you thought maybe… finally… they were clicking. You knew you were right, you knew they were a perfect match. Dream just had to put forth a bit more effort.
Dream’s eyes flashed to you again briefly, as if a symbol of telling you he’d kill you for pushing this. “Oh, I don’t know anything about math really, but Sapnap knows a lot of the math professors,” he turned over with a soft smile, sending your friend back into Sapnap’s metaphorical tract. The two started rambling to each other and Dream shot you a dirty look. “Cut it out,” he bit, barely loud enough for you to even hear. You took this as a challenge.
Another round of drinks came to the table, Dream had yet to completely finish his first as it seemed like something was weighing on his mind. You had gotten into the habit of picking up every subtle tick he had and picking at it. You silently listened to the conversation between Nick and your friend as it wound down, giving you the opportunity to strike up something else about Dream. “So Clay, what was your beer pong average last semester?” You asked, taking a sip from your straw innocently.
He sent you a deadpan expression, but Sapnap answered for him. “Oh, trust me, Clay’s the one you want on your team at every frat party,” he praised. You knew how much your friend liked the whole idea of winning pointless party games.
“I think it’s time I walk you home,” Dream mumbled after standing before you could answer. You followed him out of the restaurant, sending your friend and Sapnap an awkward grin. They had barely noticed anyway; too caught up in their own conversation. You jogged a bit to catch up to Dream as he shoved his fists in his pockets. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He grumbled.
You furrowed your brows, nudging his arm playfully. “What do you mean? I’m trying to get you laid!” You chided. He rolled his eyes again. “Loosen up! Come on, she’s pretty isn’t she.”
Dream sighed deeply. “Of course she’s pretty. Just quit with meddling in my sex life,” he hissed.
You laughed mockingly. “You are so tightly wound!” He pushed the door open to your building. You could tell you were pushing his buttons as he pursed his lips instead of firing something back at you. “You’re such a killjoy,” you joshed, pinching his side.
He swatted your hand away, attempting to ignore you. “Quit.”
“Fine, whatever. Go home and make fast with your hand.” That was it---the last push.
Dream grabbed your arm and yanked you down the hall behind him. You could practically see the steam rolling off his shoulders as he turned a corner and you began to grow tense. You knew he'd never hurt you but the sheer anxiety of what he was going to do next weighed on your conscience. Had you gone too far this time? You'd pushed him past his limit before, but he'd never taken you with him when he needed to remove himself from the situation.
You were shocked as he threw open the door to the communal showers, your brows knitting together in confusion as you began to claw at his hand. "Clay, stop! What are you doing?" You gritted, struggling against his grip. He threw open one of the stall doors and tossed you inside, your back hit the linoleum tiling with a quiet thump and you glared at him with scolding eyes as if to bite ‘don't you dare touch me’ into his skin.
He pursed his lips as if his anger was threatening to boil over and he turned the knob behind you, instantly soaking you and your clothes in freezing water. You painstakingly jumped for the dial and he grabbed your arm again, pulling you inches from his face. "You need to cool the fuck down. I'm serious!" He snapped.
Your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of your head in disbelief at the audacity he had. His jaw tensed as he glared at your features and you drew his arm closer, turning on your heel so he replaced you in the water. His reaction was subtle to the dowsing; instead, he released his grip on you. "What the hell is your problem!" You yelled. This was unknowingly becoming your breaking point. You hadn't woken up that day and realized today is the day I choose violence but Dream's medieval form of communicating with you was striking a hidden nerve.
"My problem? MY PROBLEM?" He let out an exasperated sigh, turning slightly to twist the knob for hot water before laying into you. Why he didn't just turn off the water was unbeknownst to you. "My problem is you!"
You rolled your eyes heavily. "Me?" You tsked at him. "Why don't you get a fucking life-"
"Are you really that fucking stupid?" He bit. Your disgusted look you made sure to exaggerate twisted something behind his eyes. The shower began to produce steam over his shoulders. Dream's hair had begun hanging in short ringlets around his ears. His long-sleeved t-shirt clung to his body enough that you could see every dip in his chest. Every breath he drew in to calm himself down rippled through his silhouette. In the slightest way, it seemed as if the dragon was finally baring his soft underbelly to you.
His hands balled into fists at your look of disbelief at him calling you dumb. He groaned deeply, bringing his palms to his eyes and gritting his teeth. He then pushed his fingers into his wet hair, plastering it back from framing his face. Dream's bright eyes studied you with his features set in stone. "How could you not realize?" He let out a short exhale, his hands seemingly gripping for his own thoughts as they moved with his search of words. "I know you aren't as aloof as you put off. I know you know that I-" he stopped himself short with an aggressive shrug of his shoulders. It was almost humoring to see him standing like a wet dog in front of you and at a loss for words. That big head of his was proving to be a difficult landscape for him to form sentences. "... That I-" he bit into his lip, frustration settling into his brow.
You rolled your eyes again, your wet clothes feeling uncomfortable as they began to shrink against certain parts of your body. The steam from the water was enveloping the two of you in the small space, but your close stance kept a breath of clearance in your visions. "Spit it out, Clay. Obviously, I'm too dumb to put two and two together. You're gonna have to man up and get over it," you snapped and his eyes flashed up to the ceiling.
He gritted his teeth again. "Fuck. What am I trying to say?" He hissed. The gears in his head were beginning to rust with overstimulation, and you could tell. He was hesitant as if debating what would be his next move. The tall man before you was slowly unraveling into unarticulated emotions. The minuscule thought tugged at your mind that Dream was attempting to tell you he felt something for you. It was oddly satisfying to juxtapose your ill-fated seven minutes in heaven experience when you had met him with the close, wet atmosphere you were in now. Even back then Dream couldn't figure out what to say.
He swallowed, his anger had melded into something less aggressive and more inwardly scorning. "I care about you," he blurted, his voice coming out uneven. He wasn't nervous and it seemed as if he'd practiced this in the mirror yet was crumbling under the pressure of you actually standing before him. "I care about you," he repeated, his face still tense and severe.
You were taken aback by his simple statement, awaiting his next move. You didn't dare arrest your eyes from his, your mind blurring about what to say to his confession. You knew that was big coming from him at the way it tugged at your heartstrings, making you blush in the ferocity of the steaming stall. The beat of silence was broken as he took a step toward you, taking your face into his large hands in a gentle gesture. His fingers threatened to snake into your hair as his thumb traced the bend in your jaw. Droplets of water fell off of him to splash against your sopping wet clothing, the warmth of his figure nearly pressed against yours sending rushes of goosebumps across the plain of your skin.
His eyes searched yours as he hesitated, as if savoring being close enough to taste you, yet the anticipation of sealing the fated and quarrelsome air between the two of you with his kiss was nearly too unrealistic for his mind to comprehend. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly against the flesh of your bottom lip as if he were wondering if the shade was their true color, all of his movements completely foiling the way he'd always handled you.
His look of desire and unsteadiness gave him the appearance of an explorer wandering around a foreign planet with the consistency of practice but restraint. You'd heard other girls talking about being with Dream---a fumbling night of drunken fun or a quick use and jading---but the Dream standing before you now seemed to be his own breed. You let your mind flicker to the fantasy that maybe the boy itching to mark you was a figment of him reserved and stocked only for you.
You found yourself leaning on your toes as his eyes began to close, drawing you in with his subtle caress. The water thundered down against him as his towering frame shielded you from the shower, the sound of its stream bouncing off the floor and your matted articles of clothing mixing with Dream's soft breath. As he pressed his lips against yours, it seemed like he was hesitant as if you'd snatch yourself away from his cradling like you always had, but sure enough, your sneakers were glued to the floor beneath you. Wherever you were going in the next few minutes would be to follow his lead.
His fingers dipped into your locks, bringing you deeper into his gesture of passion. Your mind clicked into the reality of the situation as your shoulders sank into a sense of calmness. Your hands found purchase around his waist, wanting to reassure him that you were reading his actions as your fingers traced the lines and dips in his back.
He kissed you with a needy passiveness that bled into the echoing taste of mint, bitter coffee, and the soft embrace of his mildly chapped lips. You'd been close enough to him in the past to dig your nose into his clean scent, but as he pressed against you, it was all you could focus on. He kissed you as if his lips were studying to be experts on your own; a kneading of exploratory gentleness met with a keen sense of wanting to pour everything unsaid between the two of you into this action. It was like he hungrily wanted to know the curvature of your mouth like the back of his hand.
He broke away from you breathlessly and your floating sense of calm clouded and compacted your words. You hesitated to open your eyes as you felt him settle his forehead against yours, not wanting to extract himself from you yet. You subtly enjoyed the fact of sharing air with him as you drew in a deep breath, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth. You wanted that taste to live on your tongue.
Clay stepped back, shrugging out of your hold reluctantly. His hand moved to settle over his mouth as if he was silently apologizing for the suddenness of that action. Your mind was running wild with the thought of him. You parted your lips, stunned enough that you could barely remember how to stand on your own let alone string together a sentence.
He swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. "I- um," his tongue darted across his lips and you yearned at the fact that you wanted to be pressed against him again, selfishly needing to be tangled among his long limbs or you'd surely die. "I'll see you around," he stated, undoubtedly noticing how verklempt you were and what kind of effect he'd had on you.
He moved to step around you and your eyes glued to where he was standing before. He halted when his shoulder brushed against yours, his gaze turning to trace against your features as you struggled to meet his eyes. You knew he was biting back a smirk as he went on his way again, leaving you to decompose at the mental imagery of him.
You heard the door swing shut behind him and you pushed your wet hair away from your face, turning off the water. As you stepped from the stall, you met eyes with a girl who perked an eyebrow in your direction. She froze in the middle of brushing her teeth, having obviously seen Clay leave, and at the sight of you, she smirked. “Alright, alright. I see you, Elizabeth Bennett,” she winked, swaying a bit before continuing on with her routine.
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thinning thread — jjk
Plot: In the heat of a tumultuous rough path in their marriage, Jungkook is handed their last resort.
Pairing(s): Jungkook x Writer!OC (Name: Belle)
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Word Count: 2k+
Genre: Marriage!AU
Tags & Warnings: angst, rough marriage, divorce, explicit smut
Authors Note: sorry the reposting has been a little slow, everyone! the end of feb was a little rough but I’ll try to get the fics out as soon as I can.
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Days turned to, weeks turned to months the blanket of home they knitted together now stripped to nothing but a pathetic string. Both of them dangling and swinging on it pretending that the world around them didn’t just crumble beneath their feet. It started with regular fights over the lack of time they spent together; the usual reason most couple would go through a lovers’ spat. Then fights were followed with silent treatments lasting days on end to point where one of them would be out of the house completely.
Paranoia kicked in soon afterwards as Jungkook saw Belle chatting with one of her clients leading to yet another exhausting argument about her supposedly cheating. Jungkook left home that night for three days until he came back without saying a word. Belle spent more nights in her office using a glass of wine to loosen herself up and get some sleep while writing herself to near madness.
Her publishing company even asked her if she was okay after her latest manuscript submission stating it had a lot more disturbing themes than her usual works. Belle simply stated that things changed. Happiness wasn’t a fucking commonality anymore and the themes she wrote now seemed more realistic.
Jungkook spent hours in the gym, punching bags until the skin on his knuckles ripped apart breaking himself down enough to get some damn shut eye. He was getting a lot more complaints from his producers these days saying he had too much of a short fuse nowadays. Which, to prove their point, he ended up snapping and earned himself a break away from sending in anymore songs until he got himself sorted.
Swinging and swinging on this thinning thread, it all dwindled down into one night.
Instead of going back to her office for the night, Belle paid a visit to her lawyer about a set of paperwork that she needed organized. Thankfully the name she made for herself allowed the time to finish all these documents were significantly lessened. The next day after making her request she was able to have the papers in her hand.
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As she walked into the apartment the woman realized how long it had been since she walked into their home at this hour. The twilight sky looked like a painting through the large panned windows, creating a beautiful silhouette of the city buildings. For a moment Belle could have smiled until she heard chain clanging and something thudding.
Jungkook began his attack on what could have been his fifteenth punching bag this fortnight, not caring about the world around him.
She sighed, placing her bag on the kitchen counter before stomping over to the man with her brown envelope in hand. “I need to talk to you.” Belle announced trying to sound louder than the punching bag thudding and clanging.
The man gave the bag one harsh punch before letting out a deep sigh, a droplet of sweat . “I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled immediately causing a rush of fury in her belly.
Belle tightened her jaw her whole body urging to just throw the papers on the floor until he sees it. But she took a long, drawling breath as she walked closer to the male who proceeded to assault his punching bag. “This is important.” She spoke firmly. “Just listen to me for one second.” She pursed her lips when Jungkook finally held onto the punching bag to pause for a moment.
Though the male still glared at her a little making her heart drop.
She remembered when he used to look at her with eyes soft and sparkling. Now all she felt was hate radiating from him. Belle handed the envelope over which he accepted, ripping off the top carelessly before pulling out the papers.
Jungkooks’ brows furrowed when he skimmed through the contents of the document. “What the hell is this?” He fumed.
“Divorce papers.” Belle replied simply.
He tightened his jaw still staring at the words on the pages instead of looking up at her. “I need a pen.” Jungkook muttered quietly before walking past her towards the living room.
Chest clenched tightly but she let out a quick breath before following him along watching him walk towards the sitting area.
Belle’s brows furrowed when she noticed they were walking away from the staircase to the study to get a pen. Instead she saw Jungkook pad towards the couches, to the fireplace sitting in front of them still running to keep the place warm and cozy. Even though the atmosphere was anything but that.
It didn’t take long until finally she saw Jungkook tossing the papers and empty envelope right into the fire. Stammering she watched the flames rise higher before dissipating the documents, their names burned away achingly slow. “Jungkook.” She tried to move past him to grab the remnants of the papers but both her arms were grabbed to keep her in place.
“Are you trying to hurt me now? Huh?” Jungkooks’ eyes burned into hers, hair matted to his glistening forehead.
Belle yanked out of his grasp which made his move his arms but he still stood dangerously close. “Don’t try to make me look like the bad guy here.” She seethed. “We’ve tried to fix this but it’s not working. You didn’t even want to talk to me when I walked into the room.”
“Because I thought you were going to start up another fight which clearly you were.” He gestured harshly towards the fireplace.
“Do you have a better idea?” Her vision grew blurry. “Because I don’t want to wake up another morning feeling like you hate me.” Belle hadn’t spoken about her feelings to the man in a long time. So long that expressing it now made her feel utterly exposed.
“You really think I hate you?” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “You really think I’d still be in this apartment because I fucking hated you?”
“When was the last time you told me you loved me then? Hm?” Tears streamed down her face, mascara smudging at the corners of her eyes a little. “When was the last time we actually spoke to each other without yelling or crying?” Belle sobbed out.
“That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.” He protested, his eyes glistening even in the dimmed warm light. “How did you even think I would sign those papers, huh?”
Belle shrugged weakly, smiling a little sadly. “Maybe you’d be happier without me.”
His eyes twitched as he pursed his lips together tightly. “Would you be happier without me?”
Her heart felt tired at this point tightening around itself as if trying to push out all the hurt or keep it all in. Happiness wasn’t a commonality for sure. But would it be any better if she couldn’t see him altogether? Spending years thinking of what could have happened if they just—kept holding onto that thread?
Without uttering a single word, Belle merely shook her head. In a second she was reminded at how well Jungkook still was at knowing what she needed right at that moment.
A small tear escaping down his cheek, Jungkook grabbed her by her cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. He could taste a saltiness on her dampened lips before his hands trailed down, wrapping them around her waist to cancel out any distance between them. He was fucking done being so far away from his baby, unable to touch her because they were too stubborn to say sorry. With a swift motion he picked her up and impatiently pressed her down against the fluffy rug.
Belle pulled at her scarf which was quickly pushed away and her cardigan lay as a blanket underneath. Fingers hooked on the hem of his cold T-shirt before pulling it over his head and discarding no one cared where. She felt his nails firmly graze up her thigh, hooking onto her panties and pulling it down only one of her thighs roughly. The thin piece of clothing dangling on her left ankle as Jungkook devoured her lips not wanting to unlock their tongues dancing.
His bulging shorts rubbed against her bare core making her moan against his lips. Jungkooks’ still wrapped hand pulled at her hair to press her further down on the floor. He watched her mouth part, small gasp passing through as his hips rubbed against her pooling core. “Look at me.” He spoke in a raspy voice, lust blown and glossy eyes piercing into her. “I want you to look at me.” He whispered, forehead pressing together as he carelessly pushed down his shorts to let his desperate cock free.
Belle felt his thick, wet tip rub up and down her sleek heat, walls already clenching to a get an aching taste of him inside her again. “Please—” A choked scream broke out of her when the man slammed into her. Her pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock, aching a little after being long-deprived from the stretch. She kept her gaze did not waiver however watching him contort his face in pleasure.
Jungkook could barely hear himself think after feeling his whole member hugged by that familiar heat. So deliciously tight and warm, he could stay like this forever if he could. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispered, hot breath hitting her face before he kissed her again, sighing in relief as he began thrusting into her. Every snap of his hips hit hard and deep wanting to make his movements embedded in their minds so they forget just how fucking good they felt together.
She grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life, legs spread out welcomingly for him to destroy her desperate heat. All her long hibernated nerves now jolted awake by the beautiful friction between them, electrifying her body.
He pulled apart the front of her dress, a few buttons flying off but Belle couldn’t care less. Neither of them could. This was the closest they had been in months. Nothing was going to stop them from spewing out all their bottled frustrations.
Belle felt his hot mouth press wet kisses on the curve of her breast, teeth grazing against the tender skin making her smile in bliss. Fingers gripped at the roots of his slightly damp hair reaching down to kiss his head. A gasp caught in her throat when he thrusted into her faster pushing to the limits of her release but she pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” He breathed out staring at her confused but he quickly saw what she wanted.
Belle pushed on his chest to make him lie on his back before straddling him, the panties on her ankle slid away. She raised herself over his erect cock and slowly let her core devour him again causing a small groan under Jungkooks’ throat. His hands instinctively moved under the skirt of her dress, squeezing her bottom. Still her eyes fixated on him as her hips swayed, feeling his tip rub against her sweet spot making her legs melt.
She moved her hands to where his were and Jungkook immediately intertwined their fingers together. Belle carefully unwrapped the black cloth around his knuckles as the male sat up now, wanting to feel her closer.
Pressing a small kisses on his healing wounds, she quickened her pace.
Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and intoxicated her with another kiss while his other hand guided her hips.
Belle held onto his shoulders now and bounced on his cock, the sheer pressure against her sweet spot could throw her over the edge in minutes. Arms wrapped around him as her teeth sunk into his skin, muffling her moans. Fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, lips pressing messy kisses on his neck and cheek. “I love you.” She whispered in his ear.
The male grabbed the side of her neck again forcing her to meet his gaze. Thumb brushed the corner of her teary eyes, mascara smudging across her temple on his finger pad. Lips were barely hovering one another as Belle slowed her thrusts. “I love you too.” He sighed out the words, grabbing bits of her hair before pressing on her warm lips. “I love you so much.” His latter words were mumbled but Belle still heard them.
A small sob shook through her seeing that warmth again. One she hadn’t seen it in so long that it almost felt like dream but Jungkooks’ hands on her skin reminded her it wasn’t. This was all real.
Jungkook turned her around to lay on her stomach, legs straightened out and spread so he could sneak in between. His cock slid in on its own at this point with how fucked out her heat was and he didn’t waste a single second longer to continue the pace. He leaned into her, kisses lain on her shoulder and sweet words whispered in her ear.
He intertwined his fingers with a hand and Belle hugged it closer, his sweaty torso pressed firmly against her back as the onslaught of thrusts began. It was slow but it dug deep into her core and steadily patterned. Her belly pressed against the floor made it all the more easier to rub against her sweet spot and create some friction against her clit.
“Don’t stop.” She whispered giving Jungkook even more determination to torture her core with incessant pounding. Warmth gathered around her leaking heat and pleasure tickled under the skin of her thighs causing her moans to shake.
Jungkook drilled into her, his own moans melting with her as his climax now flooded his entire form, his hand gripping onto hers like it was a part of him.
Belle cried out, trying to muffle the pitch by pressing her lips against the back of his hand. The heated release making her legs shake under him uncontrollably. Cheek pressed against the rug now, she bit down her bottom lip, tears still flowing out of her from the force of her orgasm mixed with everything else.
He filled her up with his release uttering the most delicious whimpers and moan before kissing her cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” Jungkook whispered, caressing her tear stain cheek.
Belle smiled quickly, nodding even though fresh tears still fell turning to face him properly. “I’m glad you didn’t sign it.” She giggled through her light sobs.
Jungkook chuckled leaning in and lay a soft kiss on her salty lips. “I’d never leave you, baby.”
“Promise?” She asked in a whisper.
“Promise.”
Another thread now knitted with the one they had been dangling on, making them that tiny bit stronger than they were yesterday.
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heyy I love your writing and have a request! It’s pretty open ended but the synopsis is a cliche LMAO, eren x reader, the get into a fight about something stupid and then a couple days of silence, you can fill in the rest but ends in make up sex hehe :) I hope this request wasn’t too much
don’t worry, i love a good cliche!! thank you so much for this request! i had a fun time writing it, i hope you enjoy!! <3
pairing: eren x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
content warnings: 18+, smut, slight degradation
SUMMARY: after an argument, eren and the reader go several days without talking to each other, determined to outlast one another. but eren can only go so long without physical contact ;)
“oh my god,” eren’s voice was exasperated as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, successfully cutting you off. “i swear to god, you can be so fucking annoying sometimes.”
a scoff left your lips, his insult only furthering the anger festering inside of you. “i’m annoying? you’re the one that embarrassed me in front of all our friends.”
“i didn’t do shit,” eren hissed as you slammed the front door shut, angrily tossing the keys down on the entry table. “i made one joke and you blew it way out of proportion.”
“it literally made everyone, including myself, uncomfortable,” you crossed your arms as he ran his large hand down his face. the two of you were at it again, arguing over something insignificant. “you literally have no fucking filter! sometimes i wonder why we’re even still invited to shit!”
“oh, fuck off,” eren sneered, narrowing his eyes at you. his brows were furrowed, long hair haphazardly resting on his shoulders. he was so stubborn sometimes, nearly driving you to insanity. “you act as if i’m the only one at fault here.”
“maybe take some responsibility and stop acting like a fucking child,” you snapped, shoving past him to walk into your bedroom. eren was right behind you, determined to get the last word.
“i’m not acting like a child,” he nearly yelled, arms propped on either side of the door frame. you were beyond pissed, irritation crawling into every crevasse of your mind.
“eren, i’m done talking with you,” you said seriously, trying to avoid making things even worse with a quip remark. your words only seemed to inflate the side of him that was determined on winning every little argument known to man, his hand grabbing the door knob to yank it closed.
“you know what? fine. i’m fucking done talking to you too.”
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it had been three days.
three days since your argument over a joke that, in all honesty, you couldn’t even remember.
the two of you were stubborn to the point of utter silence; sharing a bed, kitchen, and bathroom without so much as a word. deep down, you knew your anger had morphed into some need to last longer than eren, and you had a feeling he was doing the same.
it was a regular wednesday night, the tv playing quietly in the background as you read a book on the couch. eren had gone out awhile ago for some unspoken reason, leaving you to relish in the peaceful atmosphere.
your newfound luxury was broken by the sound of the front door unlocking, the familiar clink of his keys on the table rattling over the muted television. you glanced up from your page, watching as eren entered the living room with a takeout bag in hand. he was wearing a sweatshirt, silently setting the bag down before sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
you heaved a breath out, subconsciously deciding to ignore him as you turned back to your book. eren just watched the tv, shuffling quietly in an attempt to get comfortable. you couldn’t help but eye the bag on the coffee table, wondering why eren hadn’t decided to start eating whatever was in there.
you were startled by the feeling of eren’s hand on the back of your head, fingers gently scratching at your scalp. you glanced over to him, but he was staring at the tv, jaw clenched. you rolled your eyes, slightly shifting on the cushion to give his arm better leverage.
eren took your movement as a sign of acceptance, scooting even closer so that your legs were nearly touching. you bit your lip, trying to seem nonchalant. your brain wasn’t processing the words on the page, eyes merely moving back and forth to give the allusion of focus.
it was as eren’s hand left your head, coming down to ‘innocently’ palm at your bare thigh, that the small thread of focus you had snapped, breath hitching. he took notice, squeezing the flesh. you loved the way his long fingers looked gripping your leg, an all too familiar ache making itself known between your legs.
your eyes trailed up from his hand, briefly meeting his teal gaze before he leaned forward, lips desperately latching onto yours. his hands flew to your waist, roughly pressing you back onto the couch.
his lips hotly melded with yours, a certain neediness behind the gesture as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. you whimpered at the bite, eren using it to invite his tongue inside your mouth. he groaned as your hand flew up to tug at his hair, aggressively grinding his hips against yours.
you weren’t surprised by how hard he was, considering it’d been three days since either of you had experienced any form of relief. the feeling of his dick rubbing against your clothed center only heightening the burning in the pit of your stomach.
eren’s lips sloppily left yours, hand lifting to yank the collar of your shirt down so that one of your breasts was exposed. he hungrily kissed down your neck, mouth latching onto your nipple as his other hand aggressively squeezed the other.
your head rolled back, fist pressing eren’s head against your chest as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. his hand left your other breast, tugging your shorts down your thighs.
his movements were erratic and rushed, mouth leaving your breast with a loud smack. he hovered above you, eyes dark and lustrous. there was a small smirk toying at his features as he leaned forward, tongue sliding along his bottom lip.
you stared up at him, heart beating. “open up, pretty.”
you did as you were told, swollen lips parting just in time for him to spit directly in your mouth. the bitter liquid slid down your throat instinctively, eren giving your side a light squeeze in approval.
he brought his two hands down to fully yank your shorts off, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tugged his sweats and boxers down.
eren sat up so that he was on his knees above you, large cock pressed against his stomach. you gripped the length, eagerly pumping it as he stared down at you. you looked up at him through your lashes, knowing full well what was coming.
eren was quick to shove you back down onto the couch, hand guiding his tip just inside your entrance. you whined at the sensation, lifting yourself to kiss him. he frowned, effectively shoving your head back down on the couch.
“ah, ah, ah,” he tutted as he shoved the full extent of his length within you, your neck craning back at the uncomfortable stretch. “i want to watch you while i fuck you.”
with that he pulled all the way out before ramming his hips against yours, a cry ripping through your chest. he was relentless, bucking desperately into you, cock nearly smacking your cervix with each thrust.
“fuckin’ pissed me off,” he grunted as he filled you to the hilt, spare hand coming down to feverishly rub at your clit. you moaned at the overstimulation, the swell in your chest growing at just how aggressive eren was being. “hm? not so quiet now, huh pretty little slut?”
you could feel your orgasm building as both his fingers and hips sped up, abusing your cunt. you closed your eyes, fully anticipating the dopamine rush. eren wasn’t quite finished yet, pulling his dick completely out of you.
your eyes snapped open at the sudden emptiness, eren staring down at you through his brows.
“not gunna fight with me anymore, right?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your clit slowly. your face was warm, eyes lidded with pleasure. eren glared at you, clearly wanting a response. “lemme hear you beg.”
“i won’t, i won’t fight with you,” you mewled desperately, slightly lifting your hips. “missed this too much. missed you too much.”
eren grinned darkly, stuffing his cock deep within your cunt once again. he pressed his body against yours for better leverage, lips by your ear. you moaned loudly as he deliberately slid in and out.
“takes her punishment like such a good girl,” he cooed, dick twitching inside of you as his thumb came back down to rub out your high. your vision grew blurry, the pit in your stomach spreading as your limbs began to tingle. your chest heaved as you rode out your release.
eren pulled out, quickly pumping his shaft, a throaty groan leaving his lips as he released his load on your face. the warm liquid dripped down your cheeks, a surprised scoff leaving your mouth.
“my face? really?” you breathed out, eren snickering as he tugged his pants back up.
“hold on, just a sec,” he leaned over the coffee table and grabbed the takeout bag, rifling through it for a napkin. you had your eyes squinted, trying not to let his cum obscure your vision. he came back over you, gently wiping at your skin. “oh, i want to apologize for how i was acting. i shouldn’t have made that joke.” he whispered.
you let out a sigh, watching his face as he cleaned you up. “i’m sorry for the things i said, too.”
eren grinned, placing a kiss on your forehead. “in that case, would you like some pad thai? i got it just for this.”
“wait,” you gasped, sitting up. “this was your plan all along?”
“well, yeah. if the makeup sex didn’t work, i was gonna win your forgiveness through your stomach,” he sneered, reaching for the bag. you held back a laugh, feigning annoyance.
“you are such an ass,” you groaned, swatting his shoulder. eren smirked at you, opening the container.
“i know.”
<3 <3 <3
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say it right → t.h
summary: you show a little contempt towards something tom loves. maybe somehow coaxing you into liking it will change your mind. in other words, he fucks you.
prompts: college (uni), porn without plot (?), small town.
warnings: fluff? + smut 18+ minors dni!! extended warnings below the cut.
notes: this ticks my boxes for the prompts on @rosyparkers’s fic bingo! also, no hate towards anyone studying history (i love it) just !! got stumped a bit with the plot but you'll see ;)
word count: 3.2k+ | masterlist
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ex. warnings: mentions of alcohol, dom!tom, bratty behaviour, a bit of ice play, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk, kitchen (unprotected) sex (be safe!), one orgasm denial, pussy slapping, creampie.
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"fucking finally."
tom groans, tossing his backpack to the side after greeting you in the kitchen. settling back into the sofa, he exhales loudly; 'mentally drained' would be putting it lightly and the only reason to explain his pain is because university is stabbing him in the gut lately. however, it's fortunate that it was his last day of term; almost a month of no classes to deal with. and the smell of food wafting in the air is enough for him to forget his worries for a while.
luckily, you took your time walking back from the same uni an hour or two ago, having finished class earlier. tom was at a trip at the time you told him, the slightest bit of upset now that you couldn't get ice-cream on the way back home; only a little custom you both arrange at the last day, and to start the break on a high note.
with a text saying he was almost home, you prepared him some tea─just the way he fancies it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't notice the littlest things, one of them right now being the frequent clink of your ring when you pick your cup of tea. being married and in a six-year long relationship does that. and it subtly makes him smile at the thought of how far you've come. together.
after placing the mug in front of him, you see tom extending an arm around your midriff and before you know it, you're on his lap, his mouth brushing your hairline. then, your lips─meeting them in a sweet kiss. his grip on your bare leg tightens only focussing on how soft he feels against your mouth, how addictively you invade all his senses. like every other time, that same carefree warmth permeates his senses as you're within his hold.
once you hear the timer go off, you pull away, pecking him on the nose. tom releases you, nose ticklish and feeling almost intoxicated after such a short kiss.
"did you have wine?" tom asks you, tongue swiping his lip, savouring the flavour, "can taste it."
you wink in response. "m' mate gave it. left some for you if you want." at that, you head into the kitchen.
"what you making?"
"you know that extra pizza you made a few days ago?" he inclines his head in understanding at your reply as he gets up. "got it out the freezer and popped it in the oven. and can i just tell ya, smells fucking amazing."
he chuckles. the cooking class as an extra-curricular activity works then.
tom tags along behind you, shrugging his blazer off on the way there and hooking it on the coat hanger. he rolls up his polo shirt too and disregards it, the material making him feel stuffy. he feels under-dressed anyway, with you in just a silk robe and no bra─which is normal.
switching the oven off, you spin to see tom only in his slacks and black vest─a perfect fit, for sure. though you don't see a difference if he went shirtless; it's been a while where all of his tank tops, shirts included, have just been showing every crevice and defined structure of his abs and chest.
every time he comes in the room shirtless─now because of weeks of training with his mate, harrison─you've been left in somewhat of a dizzy state. he looks far more than sexy when he arrives home from the gym, in a way you can't particularly describe. you haven't mentioned it in fear of slacking due to the exams you had these past two weeks, knowing full well what would happen if you did. though, you admit it would've helped if you pointed it out, instead of him coming in front of you every now and again like... this. it's like he just wants you to say it.
as if his ego isn't inflated enough.
you roll your eyes at the thought. unbeknownst to you, he catches it, smirking.
it's working, he thinks.
but immediately the buzz of his phone effaces the thought of prompting you further. he'd have to leave flexing his biceps later in the evening.
tom gets distracted by the photos he's taken earlier on in the day, rather than harrison's text. you're taking the pizza out of the oven when tom asks you, making you whip your head around, "wanna see where i went to today?"
tom raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer.
you hum, knowing briefly what he's talking about. he had mentioned it a week ago saying he was to go to a place nearby─somewhere in cirencester─as a treat from the history department and studying your market town.
"c'mere, look," his eyes light up, phone in front of your face as he explains, "this building, right, is the 'cirencester lock-up' where the criminals were kept back in the day."
you sit atop the table as he moves to come stand in front of you, examining the pictures-- for almost a minute. then, compelled to do anything but frown, with both your hands, you tilt his head with your forefinger so he could look at you. mindful of his love for the subject, you question him, "this... is the place you went to on your trip, is it?"
"yeah," his ruffled eyebrow furrows, "why? is it not what you expected?"
"well... thought it would be more... grand is all. looks a bit, dunno... shabby─"
you hear him gasp before you have the chance to continue. "─this is history!" he exclaims, before shaking his head at you; he couldn't believe his ears. "big or small... it means so much to this area. sure, it looks old, but they're literal gems of time's past."
the distress on his face is evident - that you can see. it's beyond him why you feel like this. but then again─the drama gcse he took in secondary school offered him the ability to stress a light situation far too much. up till the point, it looks a bit silly when he's being dramatic. to you, this was one of those times.
meanwhile, when you stare tom down, eyebrow raised, the brief aspect swims in the forefront of his mind─that being, you have a tendency to become a puddle whenever he hopes to cajole you into anything, regardless of what he wants. right now, either due to his boredom or you underrating history, it doesn't matter. tonight he decides that it's just going to be about you and him. with a little fun twist.
"i'll just pretend you didn't say anything for my sanity..." he trails off, a slight teasing tone present in his voice, "for now."
"thank god," you mutter. the light of the sun outside reflects on tom's rolex, the same one you gifted him on your anniversary, almost blinding you as its redirecting near your eyes; it's dusk, and the blinds aren't closed yet─also revealing a really beautiful sunset outside which you haven't had time to admire yet because of him. "can you also not blind me? much appreciated."
advancing towards you, he laughs dryly, head coming in level with your own. his happy demeanour from the moment he came home has changed: he's biting his lip, gaze boring into your own with his jaw tight shut.
but then, what really gets to you, the most poignant sound that makes your heart drop is that... he tuts.
you swallow; knowing tom, you feel like it's not really the end. with that in mind, you're not prepared for what's to come. yet immediately, your thighs squeeze together because of the electrical-like current that passes through your body─all the way to where you want him.
in short, you know you're his. heart, pussy and soul - his. and he certainly acknowledges that. your legs slightly go apart at the thought, ready to give any indication for him to bury his head where it rightfully belongs. it's hard not to - especially with the warmth that's radiating from him, his breath hot as he's a few centimetres away, as if luring you already.
the sudden change in atmosphere brings a chill to your spine. the control within his hands is powerful. and you're his victim.
tom gets the message. yet, he doesn't give in all at once. he wants to enjoy you, savour you, adore you. to simply rush would ruin doing all of those things.
"let's focus on how good you've been for me these past few weeks, yeah?" he starts, retreating back to the freezer. he dives in and then, shuts it, an ice cube at hand.
the confusion on your face doesn't go unnoticed; firstly, only one? second, he doesn't use ice except with gin. and there's none of that in the house. unless...
placing the ice cube on the table next to you to stop it from melting, he continues, "maybe after, i can fuck that attitude out of you."
it takes seconds for you to remark, "just because of history? seriously?" you resist the urge to roll your eyes, turning your head to the side, "for the love of fuck."
he shrugs his shoulders, "yep, that's me. i love to fuck," his arms come on either side of you, "any excuse to fuck you."
"so you're basically admitting that you're being a dramatic bi-"
at once, your bottom lip is captured with tom's, swallowing your words altogether when you deepen the kiss yourself. pulling away a little, his voice is raspy when he speaks, "my girl is always so ready for anything."
he knows you're wet, you suppose. it only burns the fire within you moreso at your implication. just as the belt of your robe is untied, your breasts are being caressed by tom's large and callous hands.
tom moves to kiss the underside of your neck, "my woman," a nip at your sweet spot, "my wife," another kiss at your clavicle, "my everything." the primal desire in his kisses grows with each kiss and the affection in his words is sufficient for you to bring him closer, crying out to him for more.
you plead, "tommy-"
"always ready for my cock," he starts again, making your breath hitch in an instant. you bite back a moan at his brazen choice of wording.
"what was that?" he presses, "you can't take it can you? my pretty girl can't take it."
"'course i fuckin' can't."
tom brings the ice cube from earlier over your clothed pussy, grateful for the cold weather. the extreme difference in temperature makes you hiss in delight, body quivering. already, water drips from tom's hands, and it's hard to tell whether it's your arousal or the melting ice.
after moving your navy blue panties to the side, he swirls it around your bundle of nerves again, hips jerking upwards. not only do you notice the cheeky glint in your husband's eyes, but the absence of the ice cube too as his own thumb replaces it.
"already melted?" tom chuckles, "this─" his middle and forefinger slaps your clit with a slight force that makes you yelp, "─warm for me, yeah?"
he doesn't give you a chance to respond, a finger entering your wetness in a heartbeat. whilst his thumb circles your clit, he adds another digit, starting to move in and out in a slow manner─watching you unravel before him.
"you feel so good for me, princess," he coos, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
darkness soon prevails the room, though not fully, as the street lamp outside only grants tom the pleasant view of your yearning state. a few minutes go by with your chest heaving─letting out aching breaths of air that sears the walls of your lungs. the only thing that treat tom's ears is the squelching sound your cunt produces. his cock twitches at the noise, feeling it pulsing the more the seconds tick by. he feels restrained in his boxers; it's a shame you're not witnessing how hard he is as your eyes are shut tight.
but it's not too long when he feels you convulse around him, because he starts going on a pace that would be considered merciless at this point. whines turn into loud moans, the pressure building up.
owing to this, your legs are shaking, unable to lay off the climax that's approaching. instantly, when at the same moment you become so close, the coil inside you on the borderline of snapping, your attention is averted towards tom's ridiculous belief. again.
"history is what makes us today, don't you believe that?" he pants.
you knit your eyebrows together, trying to focus on cumming first. yet, you snap your eyes open, to see him licking his lips, "t-tom, please─" you falter, chest heaving.
"no," tom responds bluntly, ceasing his movements then and there. his fingers─wedged deep inside your pussy─tense as you somehow suck them in further at his disapproval. you were so near to what you wanted. he goes on, "say it─"
"─gosh, you're insufferable, tom."
he responds by pressing his thumb harshly on your throbbing clit, making you whimper.
"i said say it," tom repeats, "say it right so you get what you think you deserve."
"say what, tom, huh?" you snap through gritted teeth, "history is great?"
"yes, for crying out loud."
"do i get bonus points if i act like i care?" you prompt, seeking to provoke him further; if irritating him will get him to fuck you, then so be it.
he flares his nose, reluctantly pulling his fingers out your dripping cunt. you gulp as you see him remove his trousers as well as his boxers, his cock springing out bold and unbound. you're enticed at his length, no matter how many times you've seen it─stiff and thick and his tip leaking pre-cum. tom catches you licking your lips and you're now more aware than ever of the hunger that lingers in his gaze.
as he strokes his cock, tom's eyes darken as he scans your figure. your body yearns for more, and it shows; the way your body arches up, the way your hands clutch the edge of the counter so tightly─you look so beautiful under his torture.
"just have to prove it to me, darling," he draws closer, "scream my name," he growls, his tip prodding your entrance to which you shakily gasp at the familiar sensation, "when i stretch your walls, i fucking want people to know that i make you feel good,"
"you gonna do that for me, princess?"
his free hand grips your hip, sliding behind to your ass to bring you closer towards the edge of the surface. after squeezing your bum, he slaps it─evoking a sharp jolt of your hips to move forward. the abrupt action causes the aching tip of his cock to slip inside your warm hole whereupon you both groan at the contact.
"reckon i could make you cum in five minutes?"
you shake your head, smirking, "two."
he grins, shutting his eyes and sinking in ever so slowly. he breathes out, "fuckin' ell."
your head falls back, moaning in agreement. fucking hell, indeed; he feels so snug, your pussy accustomed to his size easily as he reaches further. like it was made for him.
whilst your fingers claw into his shoulders, tom moves down to kiss you, mouth hot and wet as it explores every inch of your own and tongues moulding each other repeatedly. you take the chance to clamp around his hips, placing your foot below his ass─allowing him to drive into you deeper.
tom recedes, grunting, "oh."
forget seeing stars─you feel like you can picture planets as he rocks into you. it goes to show how long you've gone without fucking. long enough for your orgasm to be building so soon. two minutes it is. or maybe tom understands your body too well, bottoming out as soon as he sees your jaw going slack. the angle that he's pounding in at is beyond perfect.
soon enough, the shockwaves that edges nearer in your stomach compels you to shove your hips, meeting his strong thrusts without thought. tom's name rolls off your tongue over and over again, the volume of your voice amplifying the more he hits that spot deep inside you─up till the point you're screaming. just like he asked you to before. and there you are, cumming, clenching around his dick as you fail to remember your surroundings. and unfortunately, your neighbours, too.
it's rather quick when you hear tom crying out your name into your neck after you. his thrusts become sloppy, given that he's draining as much of his cum inside you─spending of what he has in him. eventually, he comes to a stop, as well as the harsh bite of his teeth below your jaw. you feel turned on again but not adequate enough for your body to want to come again; you're absolutely spent.
"were you teasing me the whole time?" he mumbles into your chest a minute or two later, still inside you, creating circles with the pads of his fingers on your waist.
the answer you give him lies in the glimmer of your eyes when he looks up at you. "of course i love history, babe," you tease, "glad i pissed you off, though."
"this is why we can't have nice things," he whines, "you're always fucking my feelings over."
"awh no," you murmur, "you know i love you and your inner-nerd of history."
a blush appears on his cheeks. "forget it, now the pizza's cold," he pouts, head resting onto your shoulder.
"your fucking fault, babe," you remark, palms smoothing over the sides of his head, "now eat it."
he has different plans. "wouldn't mind eating you out actually. much better," he murmurs, hands coming to sit on the inside of your thighs. he stretches them again, cock slipping out of your cunt. the whimper you let out is because you feel empty.
you crave to feel stuffed again.
"you really know how to change the mood very quickly. innit, tom?" you ask.
he ignores you; once he's in line with your core, his eyes lock with yours, your breath hitching at the prospect of him giving you head. even after fucking you senseless, you feel like you won't be able to take it.
tom's tongue is already prepared to dive into your hole─some of his cum he's dumped inside moments before decorates your thighs and dribbles onto the floor, though more of his seed seems to still be confined inside you.
it looks heavenly. all his.
"may i?"
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‘LIMERENCE IN IT’S PUREST FORM’
DAZAI OSAMU X FEM! READER
— dazai finally takes off his bandages, but with that his insecurities seem to be bubbling up to the surface, scared that his s/o’s love for him may waver because of the imprints of his past upon his skin.
WARNINGS: angst (but turns into fluff??), mentions of suicide attempts (it’s dazai folks c’mon-), self-harm mentions, implied sex, profanity
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A/N: was this fic my way of professing my love for dazai? yes no ofc not. this gets so painstakingly soft at the end even i’m not sure how tf that happened but hope y’all enjoy nonetheless (feedback and reblogs are appreciated!! have a lovely day folks)
“are you sure about this?” you asked as you held his hand gently in the palm of your hand, the two of you sat cross-legged in front of each other on your bed. he sat with his clothes off, shirt discarded somewhere along the floor of the bedroom, his trench coat neatly hung across the back of your desk chair. he looked calm, despite the storm that you knew was brewing within his mind.
he slightly chuckled, his eyes closed for a split second before reopening, allowing you the chance to bask in the pools of brown that were being illuminated by the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a shadow over his form in an ethereal manner. how he always managed to look beautiful, no matter what it may be that he was doing at that moment? you’ll never know, but you’d never pass up the opportunity to bask within his beauty.
“if i wasn’t sure, i wouldn’t be sitting here in front of you like this right now, belladonna,” he said, in a hushed manner, not wanting to break the atmosphere around the two of you. he flipped his hand that was facing upwards, gently intertwining your fingers as though he was trying to calm you down. but you knew he wasn’t trying to calm just you down, for the slight shake in his fingers gave him away despite his smile-graced face.
you sighed, shutting your eyes gently for a second, giving his hand a light squeeze before reopening them to look at him.
“it’s ok to be scared, you know?” you said, watching his expression morph from one of calm to surprise, to genuine relief. if there was someone he was willing to let his guard down with, even if it was merely one of the many walls he’s caged himself in that surrounded him in an everlasting maze; it might as well be you.
“i’m fine love, but the longer you linger on this feeble task, the more i’ll be tempted to just rip them off myself~,” he said in a teasing manner. when in reality he knew that if that was the case, he’d most definitely shrink back within himself, too scared to let you know what truly lies beneath the shield of his bandages.
he just didn’t want you to abandon him, for he believed that someone as ugly as him didn’t deserve to be cradled so gently within the innocence of your touch.
“i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, i just.. i want you to feel safe with me,” you said, eyes looking straight into his, and he saw all the unadulterated love you were pouring into his being with merely your gaze, and he almost let his breath hitch because of how overwhelmingly in love he was with you, almost.
“i want you to do it, i trust you,” he said, his voice dripping with a sense of honesty you’d never heard spilled from his lips. that small reassurance was enough for you to finally grip the ends of the everlasting bandages layered over his skin, finally tugging at the bit that would begin the anticipated unraveling of the truth that lay on his skin.
this time, his breath did hitch, your ears caught onto it, and your eyes snapped up to meet his eyes immediately. “do you want me to stop?” you asked, concern laced within your voice, and that alone made his heart melt, the initial shock of the action fading away.
he brought his hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, the warmth from your skin sinking into his cool hands, a soft smile tugged at his lips.
“no, i want you to keep going,” he said, and so you did.
you slowly unraveled the rest of the slightly worn-out white bandages, to the point where the pull of gravity finished the job for you. you began gently pulling away the bandages and toss them to the side, only to look back and freeze.
scars upon scars littered his pale skin; some varying in sizes, some faded, but others still fresh. but in the end, the ones that broke your heart the most were the ones engrained on his wrists, indicating that the pain had been inflicted upon him by his own hand.
your lips parted, eyes wide, the shock was ever-so evident on your face. your fingers ghosted over his skin, as though you were afraid to touch him, which in a way, you were. not because you were disgusted, but the thought of you hurting him caused you to refrain from doing so.
dazai stayed silent while watching your movements, calculating his next movements to help stimulate you but to still manage to maintain his facade, but all his thoughts got cut off as he felt you pull him into your embrace.
“i-i’m so sorry, osa, none of- fuck- none of this should’ve happened to you,” you said. dazai could only stay silent as you held him.
dazai’s mind went blank, and he could do nothing but relish in the feeling of your arms around his being, actually getting to feel you without the bandages acting as a barrier between the two of your bodies.
“something as ugly as this shouldn’t have had to even be near your skin,” you said, but despite the sentiment that dazai knew you meant with the words, he couldn’t help the feeling of them rubbing him in the wrong way.
but he didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you too, and leaned his head atop yours, closing his eyes.
‘she thinks i’m ugly..’ the thought kept running through his head, no matter how much he tried to push it away. dazai had always been one to never let his insecurities show on the surface, but this was one of those moments where he felt as though he couldn’t possibly get more vulnerable than he already was. eventually, the thought had gnawed at him enough, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
with a sigh, he pulls away from the hug and asks “do you want me to put the bandages back on?”
you look at him confused, “does something hurt? if that’s the case, then go for it. otherwise, why?”
he shrugs, averting his gaze towards the blanket that laid beneath the two of you, and says, “i don’t know, i figured because you said that you don’t think they’re beautiful.. you didn’t want to look at them anymore.”
your heart shattered, and you couldn’t help but look at him in disbelief.
“excuse me?” you asked in an exasperated tone, you genuinely couldn’t understand where that thought came from and felt guilt pool in your chest when you realized.
‘he thinks i don’t wanna look at him anymore.. because of his scars..?’
your features immediately softened, and with the way you gazed at him with tears in your eyes, one could only describe your expression as heartbroken.
you cupped his cheek with the palm of your hand and turned his face to look at you, but his eyes remained averted.
you sighed, “osamu, look at me.” you said, voice gentle but held a sternness to it that he knew he’d be an idiot to refuse to comply with.
“what in the fucking universe gave you that idea?” you said, his eyes slightly widened, lips barely parted at the way your voice shifted.
but the thing that shocked him the most was the pure determination that was spread across your features. you gazed at him with such sincerity that he felt utterly enamored by it, almost getting lost in your eyes if it weren’t for your voice bringing him back.
“your scars, although yes, i don’t think they’re beautiful, i’d never want you to hide them from me. the only reason i don’t think of them as beautiful is because of the amount of pain i can only imagine that came with them. and it's ironic, considering i know how much you hate pain.. yet you’ve had to endure so much of it,” you let out with a bitter chuckle. “it doesn’t mean i would try to turn a blind eye and move on, as though they were never there in the first place.” you paused, forcing your throat to not close up on you as you spoke, trying your damn hardest to keep your tears at bay, to stay strong, all for him. you knew that that’s what he needed the most right now, and that became all the more prominent when you noticed the tears beginning to prick at his eyes as well.
you shut your eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to recollect your thoughts, before looking back into his eyes.
“when i told you i loved you, i meant it. every word,” you said, and his breath hitched at your words, but that didn’t stop you, no.
for nothing could stop the way your heart beats for the man in front of you. no matter how ugly the scars may be that were permanently ingrained in his skin, that wouldn’t cause you to lose sight of the true beauty that lies within his soul.
“when i told you that i love you.. i made a promise to myself. to love and cherish every part of you, the good and the bad, the quirks and the flaws, the beauty, and the pain. i promised to love all of you.. even the parts you’ve come to hate yourself.” you said slowly, with a bittersweet smile lining your features, dazai could do nothing but stare at you as you spoke your heart out to him.
“..why?” was the only word he could croak out. he internally loathed how weak and feeble he sounded in that moment, how he didn’t want it to show how much of an effect you had on him with just your mere words, but that was something that he knew he’d never be able to hide. everyone in the world knew that if there was one thing dazai would never lie about, it was his love for you.
you smiled softly, and brought your other hand up to brush the messy tuft of hair atop his head back behind his ears, and leaned your forehead against his, the one that was resting against his cheek reaching down and grabbing his hand with yours and holding it against your heart. dazai’s heart fluttered at how earnest you looked in that moment.
“because.. it’s you. it doesn’t matter to me which part of you it may be.. in the end, it’s still you, and that’s all that matters to me.” you said, and he immediately connected your lips with his, as though with the simple action he was going to be able to pour all the words he wanted to say to you at that moment into your heart and mind.
and it did. it always did.
when it came to the way he kissed you, you could always tell the meaning behind each one.
the playful kisses from when he’s running away from kunikida, always coming in the form of quick and rushed pecks, only for him to continue running right after.
tender kisses to your forehead when the two of you are in the comfort of your home where you both know that no one’s watching, the kind that makes your heart flutter in the best way.
the kisses that occur when he’s managed to come back from a dangerous mission, all in one piece and he always makes sure to come back and give you a lingering kiss, to reassure you, and him, that you’re both still there and alive.
and the soft and delicate kisses to your cheeks for when he’s feeling particularly nostalgic. whether he’s reminded of something from his past, or on the days where the remembrance of his dear friend oda becomes too much to handle.
you always knew the meaning behind dazai’s kisses, and at that moment you knew that the kiss you two shared was a symbol of both of your love being poured into one another’s souls.
the two of you parted, your foreheads resting back against each other’s, breathing slightly heavy from the kiss, but that didn’t stop dazai from murmuring the words ‘i love you’ against your lips.
and he meant it, because why lie about the one thing you’ve never been more sure about in your entire life? even if he felt as though he never deserved it in the first place.
you smiled, and he’d forever feel entranced by the way the moon now cast its glow along the features he’d always found himself to be completely infatuated with. the way your hair graced and complimented your entire being only added to that infatuation.
“i love you too, my beautiful prince.” your lips captured his once again. “let me show you just how much,” you murmured against his lips as you started to gently push him back towards the bed, trailing gentle kisses along anywhere your lips could reach.
and dazai knew, no matter how many times the world may lie to him, that if there was one thing he could always believe in, it was the love the two of you shared, for it was more than love.
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dazai let his thoughts wander as the two of you laid next to each other, basking in the feeling of your naked bodies tangled up within the sheets, and he watched as you littered gentle kisses along his wrists, kissing each of his scars that your lips could reach.
his heart swirled in a sensation that he could only describe as peace. _no, _it felt like more than that.
“hey, y/n..” he quietly called out. you stopped your actions, humming in response and tilting your head up to face his, which was now staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.
“what’s a word that might describe the way i’m feeling right now?” he asked, you scooted up the bed, raising yourself onto your elbow to begin playing with his hair.
“i don’t know osa, you’re the only one that can answer that,” you said, and he hummed, shutting his eyes and reveling in the feeling of you toying with his hair. “if you want to know, there might be a word to describe how i’m feeling though?” you suggested, and he fluttered his eyelids open to look at you.
“of course, belladonna, what are you feeling?” he asked, a soft smile gracing his features.
“limerence,” you said, and he tilted his head in a questioning manner, not understanding the meaning since the word you had spoken was in english. you lightly chuckled, and said, “it’s an english word, meaning ‘to be infatuated or obsessed with another person,’ and i think it’s pretty fitting, don’t you?”
he smiled even brighter at you and pulled you closer to his body so that you were now laying on his chest.
“limerence, that's this moment.. in its purest form, no? that’s what i feel, at least,” he said, and you hummed in agreement, that’s all you felt in that moment while resting in his arms.
how beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast, while remembering the times when you didn’t want it to beat at all?
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convenience
summary: he was within arm’s reach. that’s all.
warnings: suggestions of harassment, alcohol consumption, language, innuendo
a/n: no thoughts, frankie morales and his broad shoulders only. poorly edited so forgive any mistakes you find. i’ll go back and fix soon.
you rarely come to the bar alone. tonight is an anomaly.
grabbing drinks after a long work week is more enjoyable with friends by your side, and you frequent this particular watering hole what feels like every friday but can’t be more than twice a month. life is busy for you and what friends remain from your college days. babies and partners and jobs—it keeps everyone running to and fro like chickens with their heads cut off. (for you, of course, it’s just the job that’s got you strung out. no husband, no babies. that shouldn’t matter, but sometimes it does.) still, despite hectic schedules, there’s a standing date a few times a month: friday, eight o’clock, the booth with the cracked-plastic seat coverings in the far right corner.
you like the noisy atmosphere of this place, and it’s easy to lose a few hours while gossiping over cheap margaritas, a whitney houston song thumping over the tinny loudspeakers. the air smells like cigarette smoke—that’s your only qualm—but the drinks are cheap, the food is passable, and it’s a chance to let loose and really enjoy yourself after a five days of business boredom.
of course, that’s what “the hot bird” is like most of the time. today is different. today is tuesday, it’s six-thirty, and you really shouldn’t be here alone.
you twirl the thin plastic straw around your drink and risk a glance over your shoulder. there’s a guy in your regular booth—red-faced with alcohol, tie loosened, dress shirt two sizes too big. you know he’s staring at you because you can feel his eyes on your back, your hips, your ass; he’s anything but discreet. his stare hurts like a healing sunburn: itchy, uncomfortable, hard to ignore. even from across the bar, his focus is unyielding, and you doubt he’s one to be easily dissuaded, not with the rabble-rousing friends at his booth, jostling drinks and shoulders alike. you imagine he’s biding his time, waiting for you to feel comfortable so he can strike. which is exactly what you need after being passed up for promotion (again): a drunk asshole bent on making your shitty day worse just for the hell of it.
the bartender—josh—says your name and sets a cocktail down on the counter in front of you. “here,” he says. he jerks his chin forward, indicating the back of the room. “it’s from the guy in the back.”
“oh god.” you resist the urge to look over your shoulder again. the muscles in your neck twitch, scream at you to turn and appraise the self-satisfied smirk on this guy’s face, but you hold still. you are nothing if not resolute in your determination to mind your on business, wallow in self pity, and get home without much of a fuss. “what the fuck is this thing?”
josh cringes. “it’s a b-52, our least popular drink.”
“it looks like spilled motor oil and congealed grease had a baby.”
to your right, in the barstool two over from yours, there’s a snort of amusement. your eyes snap to the side, but don’t register the other patron before josh is tapping your wrist. you hold your breath, stomach clenching at the conciliatory look on his face.
“don’t look now. i think he’s coming over.”
“of course he is,” you mutter, dropping your forehead to your palm. fuck, you really do not want to cry right now, but tears prick the corners of your eyes anyway. traitorous bastards. it’s been a long day, and you aren’t sure you have the mental fortitude to tactfully tell some guy to piss off without causing a scene or bursting into a blubbering mess.
“i can tell him—”
a smooth, unflustered voice cuts josh off mid-sentence. “no, let me.”
a half-filled pint of beer and a plastic basket of fries slide across the counter, and then a man, shoulders broad and trucker cap pulled low, drops to the stool beside you. you gape at him, jaw hanging. the guy from two stools over—eavesdropper.
“unless,” he continues. “you want to tell him to fuck off yourself. i’m sure you can—you look like a capable woman—but i know men and sometimes...” he trails off, but you catch his drift well enough. you know men too, and the men who frequent this bar are often of the seedier variety.
except maybe not this guy... he seems nice enough, willing to lend a hand, and after the day you’ve had, you’ll take any help you can get. plus he’s easy on the eye, and it’s been awhile since anyone with such a handsome face paid you any mind.
you twist slightly in your stool, turning your body to face him. you open your mouth to offer your name, but he beats you to it, sliding his hand over the low, curved back of your stool. his presence—so masculine yet so gentle—crowds you, and you fight the urge to suck in a sharp breath. mouth hovering over your ear, he lowers his voice, and his opposite hand, long fingers splayed outwards, settles on the counter. you’re boxed in, an arm on either side of your body, but, strangely, it feels... good, safe even.
“i’m frankie,” he says. “just follow my lead, and we’ll both be out of your hair in no time.”
you turn your face to meet frankie’s eyes. he’s so near you can feel his breath on your cheeks, could kiss his plush lips if you dared. his smile, small but encouraging, eases the clench in your stomach. your gaze drifts from his warm, brown eyes to the thumb-sized spot on his chin absent the fine layer of scruff otherwise covering his jaw. god, he’s handsome.
“uh—excuse me? i couldn’t help but notice you ignored the drink i sent over.” the man from the back of the room leans against the counter, his gaze tight on your face, elbows poised casually on the bar. his voice belies none of the uncertainty he should probably feel when confronted with your obvious disinterest and frankie’s breadth. “picked my favorite for a sweet thing like you.”
gritting your teeth, you turn your head. “thanks, but i don’t think—” your resolve wavers when the man’s fat lips spread into a grin. shit, he likes this doesn’t he—how uncomfortable you are? he reminds you of richard, the guy who got the promotion you deserve: smarmy and entirely too good at weaseling. your stomach sours.
“you can’t turn me down until you at least take a sip of the thing.” reaching over his chest, the man picks up the cocktail. the three distinct layers jostle in the small shot glass.
perhaps he sees the fine sheen of tears that rush to your eyes or perhaps it’s just to make a point, but frankie’s hand drops to your thigh. the warmth of his palm filters through the mesh of your tights. without thinking, you twine your fingers through his and squeeze.
“she said no, man.”
for the first time, your would-be-suitor’s stare slides to focus on frankie. he arches a thin eyebrow. there’s no mistaking the way his chest inflates as frankie straightens his spine. “yeah? and who are you?”
frankie speaks without hesitation. “her boyfriend.”
the man huffs, incredulous. “well, you didn’t claim her before now so i’m just taking my shot. free pick, ya know? first come first serve.”
frankie slides from the stool to standing. he’s near the same height as the other man, but there’s something about the clench in his jaw and the way his fingers tighten around yours and the way he moves to grip your shoulder than has you leaning into him despite the anger rolling off him in sharp waves. your shoulder pushes against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and you hold your breath.
“say that again and i’ll crack your skull open on the counter.”
the man blinks, stunned, then laughs. it’s a harsh, nervous bark. his eyes flit to the back of the room then return to frankie. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. what are you? some macho man?”
“no—retired special forces. i can and i will make your life a living hell if you don’t crawl back into the hole you came from. leave my lady alone.”
“shit.” the man shakes his head before tossing the rejected cocktail down his throat with a cringe. “ain’t fucking worth it anyway.” he slams the glass down on the counter and, heeding frankie’s advice, returns to sulk in the back booth, tail tucked between his legs.
frankie waits until the asshole is sat snug in his booth before returning to his stool. he pops a now-cold fry in his mouth then tags a long swig of his beer. you watch him and decide you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your entire life.
“thank you,” you breathe. “i—fuck, i didn’t realize you’d be so... intimidating.”
frankie shrugs, eats another fry. he avoids your eye. “hate to see you treated like that. least i can do.”
you hum in approval, tracing the curve of his nose with your gaze. “i got passed up for a promotion today,” you offer. “put me in a real tailspin. i don’t normally go out in the middle of the week.”
fry dangling between his pointer finger and thumb, frankie finally returns his eyes to yours. “i’m sorry to hear that. if it makes you feel any better, i got stood up. i don’t normally go out in the middle of the week either.”
“guess we’re just a couple of losers then.” when frankie’s eyebrow lifts, you visibly cringe. you grab his forearm and squeeze your eyes shut. “no, wait—that’s not what i meant. i meant that... in the grand scheme of things, we aren’t... i mean...” squinting, you risk a peek at him. “shit, i’m sorry.”
after a moment, frankie smiles—and your heart leaps to your throat. he motions to josh at the other end of the bar. “what drink do you like?” he asks. “we can make it a real date, if you want? you know, to keep up appearances.”
“a real date?”
he nods. “yeah. i’m not big on fate and shit like that, but... well, maybe i’m big on fate tonight.” his eyes roam your face, and you wonder if he’s drinking you in, memorizing your features. unlike before, his stare is kind, appreciative, reverent. your cheeks heat under his gaze, but you don’t look away.
the corner of your mouth pulls into a grin. “okay.” you smile at josh when he appears. “i like mojitos.”
“really?” at your nod, frankie’s smile widens. “me too.”
you reach for a fry in his basket. “must be fate then,” you say with a shrug.
“yeah.” his hand falls to your thigh again, squeezing the flesh around your knee. you look from his hand to his face, and anything you once thought shitty about the day turns rosy with possibility. “must be fate.”
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Hii! Could I request for ATEEZ reaction to a phone call interrupt them when they are having sex with their s/o? Thank you so much and i love your writing 🥺🥺
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||ATEEZ reacts|| to a phone call interruption
Hongjoong:
Hongjoong literally just finished eating you out after round one and right when he’s going back in, his phone rINGS
If it was an expected call, hongjoong probably wouldn’t engage in sexual activity but- I promise you if it was one of the members...
He picks that hoe up and goes:
“I’m busy.”
San will probably try to annoy him to coming out of his room but hongjoong will def shut it down.
In the tone of voice that only the members hear as a threat, he speaks into the phone
“I’m with (y/n).” Then hangs up.
He sees how flustered you are underneath him. And when you turn away from his face. He guides your eyes back down to the area of action. “Don’t worry baby. They just thought we were done...”
Seonghwa:
Daddy Seonghwa will be in the middle of hittin his best stroke combination and the phone will sound from his night stand.
Point blank. Ignores the call.
He probably set his ringtone to something pleasant to listen to
So it lowkey just becomes the background music.
He’s also the type to thrust to the beat or tempo of the song
Smiling down at you as you gaze back and forth between your mans and the phone
“Focus on Daddy while he fucks you, princess.”
Yunho:
This poor baby will probably get scared and realize that it’s a call.
“Oh shit!”
Surprise turns into annoyance because he’s just overstimulated you enough to get you sopping wET for him.
He’d hate to kill the mood for you so he reaches over (long mansss) to silence his phone and set a mental reminder for himself to call the person back later.
You might even panic a little telling him to take the call in case it was important.
“Think it’s time to remind my tiny doll that she’s more important to me.”
Yeosang:
As soon as the phone rings his first reaction is to stop immediately.
He seems like the type of person to worry about what the call entails.
He’s dEEP inside you while he answers the phone. “Hello?”
You glare at him. Mouthing for him to pull out since he’s literally inSIDE of you.
He glares back and, with one hand, grips onto your hip and pulls you roughly back against him.
His eyes traveling around the room as he nonchalantly conversates with the person on the other end.
You try to squirm from his reach but he presses his weight forward, reaching further into your core.
The call ends and he tosses his phone to the side.
“You better stay still. I have both hands to hold you down now.”
San:
This kinky little shit.
He’ll PURPOSELY time it to where he knows someone is going to call
He’s already made the atmosphere between the two of you heated and you’ve already begged for him to pleasure you.
San gets so fueled by the fact that you’re so needy for him that it makes him excited to see your reaction to what he’s about to do next:
Inception starts playing though the room (his ringtone is TOO loud btw)
So much is happening at once—san enters you, you are still shocked from the loud blaring coming from his phone, he answers the phone, puts it on speaker, and he starts talking to whoever’s calling.
“Ah, Wooyoung! What’s up?” He smirks down at you mischievously. Starting to pick up the pace as soon as your walls adjust to his size.
At the same time your hands are pushing his hips away since you KNOW that you couldn’t possibly stay quiet
And it wasn’t sounding like he was planning on bringing the conversation to a close.
“Dude, what are you doing?”Wooyoung asks. “There’s a lot of rustling.”
San winks at your shy body, rotating his hips against your core. Making it harder for you to keep quiet when his thumb starts rubbing harsh circles over your clit.
“Oh sorry, I’m just playing a really fun game.”
Mingi:
I see Mingi as the type to completely stop having sex if a call were to interrupt a heated session.
He’s just too loud for all that risk.
You would get your asses caught in an comfy situation TOO quick.
But back to the point,
You would actually start all of this.
He’s on the phone with his manager talking about the schedule.
Mingi has the phone up to his ear and you greet him with a cute kiss to the cheek—one thing leads to the other and you’re between his legs, sucking the LIFe outta this man.
He’s guiding your head up and down on his dick by your hair and it’s getting harder to be quiet
It’s sO heated at this point that Mingi practically slaps the mute button and gathers you up into his lap. Cupping your ass before helping you slide off your bottoms.
“You couldn’t wait till I hung up, could you?”
Wooyoung:
You’d probably be the first one to notice that his phone was vibrating.
“Wo-wooyoung-Wooyoung ,” You try to get his attention. The sound coming out as a whisper because of the force from his thrusts.
He smiles down at you sadistically. “hmm? What’s the matter babygirl?” His voice steady and calm.
“Ph-phone..” barely audible.
“Huh?” He teases you more. (ROOD)
“Phone!”
He pauses before gazing at the person’s caller ID.
Wooyoung looks like he’s about to pull out....
insteAD,
he hooks your legs over his shoulders and begins POUNDING into you.
“Yeosang can wait.”
Good grief🥵
Jongho:
Since he’s the maknae, he’d feel that it’d be rude to just purposely ignore Hongjoong’s call.
He answers the phone and wraps his arms around your waist—you’re right in the middle of riding him 👁👄👁.
Jongho smiles up at you, trying to hide the sound of his laugh.
“Yes, Hyung? Oh...” He gazes back at you. “Nothing... just chilling at (y/n)’s house.”
A minute passes so you decide to mess around and rotate your hips to gain some friction.
He holds you tighter and gives you a squeeze. Mouthing “baby stop.”
You decide that today is the day to play games so you start gently bouncing over his dick.
A small huff leaves his throat and you steady yourself by placing your hands on his strong shoulders.
Once the call hangs up—girl watch out— he practically throws his phone.
Switching positions with you and forcing you back down (exactly what you wanted)
“You’re just dying to get wrecked today.”
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Hi there! I saw you take requests and I was wondering if you would write soft nsfw with Satan? Like sensual and body praise-y. If not thats totally ok I was just wondering! Have a good day!
Let’s Make Love Tonight (18+)
Satan x f!MC SMUT
Warnings: Praise Kink, she/her pronouns used, penetration, female sex organs
Summary: After a fight with Lucifer, Satan asks MC to come to his room for some “stress relief”. MC and Satan get heated in the bedroom, but before they get too far MC suddenly stops them from going into their usual rough sex and asks Satan if they can instead “make love” to him
MC lay on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through Devilgram. Though her eyes were focused on the pictures scrolling past on her screen, her mind and ears were focused on the loud voices that boomed throughout the dorms, anger, and irritation evident in both parties.
She let out a soft sight, worried about Satan as she heard his door slam shut and Lucifer’s loud footsteps stomping towards his study, where he was sure to be angrily scribbling his signature on paperwork for the next several hours.
A soft *ping* is heard from MC’s DDD and she clicks the notification, opening her chat with Satan.
Satan: Come to my room. Now.
MC: For what?
Satan: Stress Relief.
MC rolls off of her bed, feet softly landing on the ground. She wasn’t really in the mood to be manhandled right now, so she searched her brain for a way to get out of being roughly taken by her boyfriend while still helping him relieve stress.
She walks slowly to give herself time to text Asmodeus for advice.
MC: Hey horny man, how does one go about getting out of being manhandled while still pleasuring their partner?
Asmo: Dear, you know Satan would respect if you didn’t want to have sex right now
MC: It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t want him to be so rough right now
Asmo: Hmmm… what he really needs right now I think is to be loved rather than fucked
MC: ASMO YOU HORNY GENIUS!
Asmo: Have fun dear, don’t forget to use protection ;)))
MC slips her DDD back into her pocket, picking up her pace a bit, arriving at Satan’s door seconds later.
Not bothering to knock, MC walks straight in and is almost immediately pinned against the door that had been closed behind her by Satan.
“You took your sweet time getting here, huh?” Satan growls, licking a stripe up her neck.
“I did,” MC responds, putting a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him away, nervousness evident in her voice.
Satan raises an eyebrow at MC’s unwillingness to submit to him the way she normally does. His heart sinks at the thought of MC possibly being scared of him at this moment.
“I love you, Satan,” she pecked his cheek softly, a blush immediately rising to his face at the soft and affectionate touch. “It’s because I love you that I don’t want you to be rough with me today,” she pushes him towards the bed, straddling him as he falls onto the mattress, “I want to show you how much I care,” she leans down to rest her forehead on his own, making eye contact with the confused demon, “so please… let me make love to you.”
“MC…” he looks up at her pleading, loving eyes as he is stunned at the change of atmosphere caused by the human’s simple words. He raises a hand to their cheek, softly caressing it and giving them a nervous look.
“It may not be our typical sex, but please, let me make you feel loved right now,” the human’s pink cheeks growing a darker shade of red as embarrassment climbed throughout her body, trembling with anticipation.
The sight of MC looking at him so lovingly and shyly made his cock twitch in his pants and he gave in, leaning forward and catching her lips in a passionate kiss, filled with emotions and desire.
MC continued to kiss him lovingly as she moved a hand down to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it a bit, making him sit up so she sat in his lap and could pull it off. She threw the clothing to the floor a few feet away from them, hands immediately going to his naked chest and caressing his soft skin.
They pull away from their kiss, lungs begging for fresh air as a string of saliva connected their panting bodies. MC placed one more soft kiss on Satan’s lips before moving to his jaw, sucking and nibbling gently at his pale skin. He groaned softly as she ground against him, giving his bulge some much-needed friction.
As MC’s moved down, gently pushing him to lay back on the mattress and relax, she left love bites all over him, from his jaw to his abs, until eventually, she reached the waistband of his pants.
MC looked up at the blushing blond as she unbuttoned them, pushing them and his boxers down enough to pull his hardening member out and admire it. She placed soft kisses up and down his shaft before licking a long stripe along the bottom, leading to a soft whimper from the man above her as he grew desperate to feel her warm throat gagging around him. She looked up at him with innocent and adoring eyes as she kitten licked the tip before bringing the head of his cock into her mouth.
His hips bucked slightly at the feeling of MC’s tongue swirling around the head and the girl indulged him, bringing his cock further into her mouth and bobbing her head at a quick pace, his hand coming to pull hair from her eyes and hold the loose strands in the hand that found its place on the back of her head.
She kept going further and further down until her nose was against his pubic bone and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She moaned around him, the vibrations against his cock leading to him letting out a long and low moan as well.
MC began to move her head again, swallowing around him and taking pleasure in his moans and whimpers, admiring how different he sounded from their usual sex.
I feel like I’ve only heard him growl and grunt, the girl thought he’s so cute like this
“S-shit. Kitten, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned out as his hips jerked up slightly, the head of his cock making its way to the back of her throat. She looked up at him, teary eyes that practically had hearts in them as his warm seed spilled down her throat and she eagerly swallowed the salty substance.
After he finished, MC pulled her head off slowly, making a show of scooping up some seed that had spilled out of her lips and bringing it to her tongue. His face turned bright red, not used to MC being so lewd and taking the lead in bed
MC kissed back up his body, eventually reaching his lips where he could taste himself on her tongue that danced with his own.
Satan watched with adoration as MC took off her shirt, unclipping her bra, and tossing both garments to the side. He let his hands land on her hips and trace their way up to her breasts. He massaged her mounds and relished in the soft moan she emitted.
He flipped MC so he was on top of her now. He left wet kisses down her neck as he continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples, her moans only growing more frequent as he placed his lips around one of the perky buds, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it lightly.
Her hands found themselves tangled in his golden locks as she lost herself in his touch. His hand that had previously been tweaking the bud he didn’t have in his mouth was now slowly making its way down her torso. MC shivered from the slow gentle touch before Satan leaned back to pull MC’s panties and skirt down her soft legs.
When all of her clothes were gone she lay there exposed to his hungry green eyes that raked over her. “You’re so perfect,” Satan says softly as he stares down at her dripping core, already wet and begging for him.
He brings his fingers down to her hole, circling it slowly before pushing a finger in. MC moaned and squirmed under him as he pulls the finger out slowly before pushing it right back in. He added a second finger, curling both of them up to press against her sweet spot, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Ah… Satan… your fingers- ah- so good,” she panted as his mouth sucked on her breast once more, doubling her pleasure. He lets out a chuckle at MC’s inability to form sentencing without her little cries of pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to his lips, bringing the wet digits into his mouth and tasting her sweet arousal.
“You’re so sweet, Kitten. Here, can you taste yourself on my tongue?” He leans down and kisses her passionately, tongues swirling around each other, the taste of her arousal mixing with the taste of Satan’s previous orgasm that still lingered on the back of her tongue.
“So sweet,” MC pants out as she licked the string of saliva connecting them both back into her mouth.
Satan moves to sit against his headboard and motions for MC to come to his lap.
She straddles him, lining herself up with his member before slowly sinking down, pleasure taking over both parties as they let out soft sighs and moans.
As soon as MC has sunk all the way down on him, his cock nearly touching her cervix, she gave him another soft peck on the lips.
“I love you so much, Satan,” MC smiles, unable to help herself from wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Satan smiled and kissed her shoulder.
“I love you too, Kitten - ngh!” he interrupts himself with a groan as MC slowly lifted her hips before sinking once more onto his cock and grinding down on him. She leaned back to face him, nose to nose as they both panted and whined, MC’s pace growing more frantic before her legs began to hurt. Noting the way her thighs started to tense underneath his large hands, he flipped them over once more, setting a faster pace as he threw her legs over his shoulders and pounded into them.
MC cried out in pleasure as he continued to hit her g-spot with every thrust, her mind becoming hazy with love and lust towards the man inside of her.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of the pair moaning each other’s names and small praises. “Kitten, I’m g-gonna cum” he stutters out as his thrusts grow more erratic before stuttering as her walls clamped down around him, her own orgasm ripping through her body with a loud cry of Satan’s name.
Satan filled her with his seed, her nearly purring at the feeling of the warm cum filling them. He pulled his softening member out and watches as her hole spasmed around nothing but air and the cum that spilled out of it, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as he admired his lover’s trembling post-orgasm form.
“Thank you, MC, I really enjoyed that,” he kisses her on the cheek earning a small whimper from the tired human, “let’s clean you up, then we can nap, okay kitten?”
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