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andvys · 6 months

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 19

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, reader getting high, spin the bottle.... don't hate me,

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: The last high school party ends in a way you never thought it would

Word count: 8k+

A/N: @hellfire--cult Roe, you are such a big help, thank you so so much for always helping me with ideas and dialogues, ilysm

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The dreamy look in Chrissy’s eyes isn’t very hard to miss, it’s been there for weeks now. The smile that lingers on her soft features matches the lovestruck eyes. Lost in her thoughts, she completely dismisses the things you and Heather are talking about. You don’t take it to heart.

It took you a moment but once you noticed how her eyes light up and how her cheeks flush a deeper color every time Robin comes around, you realized what was happening to your sweet friend.

And by the look on Robin’s face every time she sees Chrissy, you know that she is feeling just the same.

Chrissy giggles more than usual whenever the taller girl speaks – she could say anything to her and Chrissy would smile and look up at her dreamily with her cute red cheeks. She probably doesn’t even notice how flustered Robin gets or how she stutters over certain words sometimes.

You are happy about Chrissy’s newfound feelings for her, knowing that Robin reciprocates them. She doesn’t have to hurt anymore.

“Are you gonna wear that to the party?” Heather asks, eying the dress on your frame.

You stop applying mascara and pull back to look at her reflection through the large mirror on Chrissy’s pink wall.

“Yeah, why?” You ask, looking down at yourself – self consciously.

She shrugs, closing the magazine she was previously reading, she throws it on Chrissy’s bed.

“It’s a shame that Munson isn’t coming tonight, I know he would’ve loved you in that dress,” she says, winking.

Chrissy stops brushing her hair and turns her head to look at you.

The look on Heather’s face is smug, she is twirling her curls with her finger, wiggling her brows at you.

It is a shame that he isn’t coming but tonight is his last campaign before he gives up his beloved Dungeon Master position to someone else, Gareth probably. High school is over and Hellfire club will no longer be a part of his life – he will still play but it won’t ever be the same again.

You are no longer Cheer Captain and Eddie is no longer the Dungeon master.

There is something sad about having to say goodbye to your High School days but there is also something exciting about stepping into the unknown and getting out into the world.

You and Eddie celebrated by having lunch with your mom and his uncle after the graduation ceremony. It was nice, you had fun but a part of you couldn’t rest, knowing that Steve’s parents couldn’t make it to see him graduating.

You haven’t seen much of him either, you saw him in the crowd and on stage when he got his diploma but that’s all, you couldn’t find him anywhere else afterwards. You couldn’t congratulate him.

A part of you hopes that he will be at the party tonight, though you doubt that he will come.

You don’t feel your cheeks warming up, nor do you notice the look in your own eyes. You shift uncomfortably, breaking eye contact, you lean closer to the mirror again. You place the mascara bottle back in your little bag and reach for the powdered blush.

“Oh honey, you don’t need any more of that,” Chrissy says, giggling as she touches your hot cheek.

You roll your eyes and shake your head at them, “you are both insufferable,” you mumble, “it’s a normal dress, he wouldn’t think anything of it.”

Heather giggles behind you, “oh my sweet y/n,” she sighs as she kneels down behind you, carefully wrapping her arms around you, she leans her chin on your shoulder, “you are so oblivious.”

You wonder what she would think if she found out that Nancy would agree with her words.

“And so blind,” Chrissy adds.

“Maybe our girl needs a pair of cute glasses,” Heather says, running her fingers through your hair.

“I don’t need glasses!”

“Sure, you don’t.”

“Heather,” you mumble, raising your brows at her, “how about we talk about you and pizza guy.”

“Pizza and weed guy,” Chrissy corrects you with a smile.

Unlike you, Heather doesn’t blush or get flustered. She smiles and shrugs, “what about us?”

You and Chrissy face each other with surprised looks on your faces.

For weeks, you have been speculating about Heather and Argyle, wondering if the two of them are a thing or not. Heather had been secretive about the meetups. At first, you both thought that she continued seeing Billy but then you saw him making out with a girl from the cheer squad.

Apparently Heather and Billy have never been a ‘thing’ in the first place. It was a ‘no strings’ kind of thing until one of them got sick of the other – which, you could easily suspect Billy to be the one who got sick but it was the other way around.

Heather had stood him up for Argyle. Billy didn’t give much of a reaction to it but unfortunately, he set his eyes back on you – much to your dismay.

“There is an ‘us’?” You ask in surprise.

Heather smiles brighter, she bites her lip and leans back, “maybe,” she grins, “I mean he just asked me to be his girlfriend the other day,” she says casually as she looks down at her nails.

You and Chrissy gasp at her words, you both turn around to face her and squeal in excitement as you both throw your arms around her, catching her off guard. She falls down against the carpet and you both join her, giggling.

“Oh my god!” Heather laughs.

“Heather has a boyfriend!” Chrissy says in a sing-song voice.

“We gotta celebrate it,” you say, squeezing your friend tightly.

“Oh we’re going to,” Chrissy smirks at you.

“I guess we’re getting drunk tonight.”

You would be lying if you said that you aren’t feeling the slightest bit nervous. You haven’t had any alcohol since the night you went on a date with Ray and that night ended badly.

By the time you actually make it to the big graduation party at Tina’s place, it’s already in full swing. The music is picked and chosen by her best friend Faithe – who strictly listens to 80’s pop music; Duran Duran, Wham!, Madonna – especially Madonna.

Your friends scatter away from you the moment they lay their eyes on Robin and Argyle – Argyle who scoops Heather up in his arms and kisses her in front of everyone to see. You can’t help but laugh.

Robin and Chrissy disappear in the crowd, giggling and leaning closer to each other, both sporting deep blushes on their faces. Cute.

Now that you’re alone, you can’t help but wish that you didn’t come. You wish Eddie was here. You are not mad at them for leaving you behind – they’re in love and in their own little worlds. You don’t blame them.

Though you can’t help but feel out of place and awkward standing here in the doorway, all by yourself.

Is that how your friends always felt when you would leave them just to be with Steve?

With a sigh, you walk further into the house, pushing through the crowds until you make it to the kitchen. You feel relieved to see that it isn’t as crowded as the living room or even the hallway.

The kitchen counter is littered with various drinks and snacks, greasy junk food that will surely look more appealing to you when you’re drunk. You grab yourself one of the red solo cups. Just as you’re about to pour yourself some punch, you get interrupted by a hand closing in around your wrist.

“Don’t drink that shit.”

You look over your shoulder, only to roll your eyes in annoyance when you notice the smirk on his face and the gross look in his eyes.

“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you mumble as you push your hand off your wrist.

“Let me make you a real drink, baby.”

Once again, you have to roll your eyes at him. You place the cup down and turn around to face him, “what and spike it with drugs?”

He raises his brows, lifting his hand up, he places it on his chest – of course, he wears the shirt unbuttoned, well almost.

“What do you think of me?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you murmur under your breath.

His blue eyes glisten with something, the smirk of amusement never falls. He takes a step closer – at least, he smells good.

“You look like you can use a drink, let me make you one. It’s better than the shit you were about to drink,” he says as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey behind you, purposely leaning closer until his chest is almost pressed against yours and you can feel his minty breath on your skin. He glances down at your lips.

“Billy.”

“Yes, sweet thing?”

You put your hand on his chest and push him away, “you’re not slick, stop trying to get in my pants.”

He chuckles and leans back again, he unscrews the cap of the glass bottle.

“Tell me,” he reaches for the red up and pours in some of the whiskey, “don’t you want to have a good time?”

“Uh, I am having a good time,” you lie.

He chuckles again and places the bottle back on the table before he reaches for another. He gives you a doubtful look, “you don’t look like you’re having fun.”

“I just got here.”

“And you already look like you wanna get out.”

You clench your jaw and look away, not saying anything.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Eddie is not my boyfriend,” you mumble, narrowing your eyes at him.

Eyes smug and lips curled into a smirk, he shakes his head, “how’d you know who I was talking about?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff.

“Is he not here tonight?” He asks as he holds out the cup to you.

You look down at the mixed drink, hesitating before you give in and take it from his hand.

“No,” you shake your head and lift the cup up to your lips, ignoring the way he looks at you as you take the first sip. The strong and bitter taste trickles down your throat, you can’t help but squint your eyes, “wow, that’s strong,” you say before taking another sip.

Billy groans, “shit, and here I thought I could make him jealous enough to finally confess his feelings for you.”

You swallow the drink just in time before you start choking.

You have been good at avoiding that topic after your conversation with Nancy.

“Are you okay?” He chuckles, stepping closer to pat your back gently, “do you need me to make you feel better?”

“Billy!” You groan as you push his hand off.

“It’s so hot when you say my name–”

“Leave her alone, Hargrove.”

Steve.

His voice sends shivers down your spine but it also fills you with relief.

Billy is not a threat, at least not to you. He might get on your last nerve but he is not Ray. Still, you are always annoyed by his presence.

Billy’s eyes light up like the ones of a kid on christmas morning. His smirk widens and he turns around.

Eddie may not be here but Steve is. Steve who wants you just as much as Eddie does. Steve who got jealous at every small interaction you had with Billy – Steve who still gets jealous.

Steve glares at Billy, with his hands on his hips, he waits for the latter to step away from you.

They look at each other and you are surprised to see Billy so relaxed, the sight of Steve usually makes him angry. Tonight, he seems to be in a different mood though. The scowl is replaced by a smirk.

He looks back at you before he steps away, “if you wanna have a good time, you know where to find me,” he winks.

“No thanks,” you scrunch your face up in disgust.

He chuckles and finally walks away, passing by Steve only to halt beside him. Billy stares him down, another chuckle of amusement falls from his lips. He slaps Steve’s shoulder, “lighten up, Harrington. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.”

Steve shrugs his hand off, he clenches his jaw and glares at the blond.

Billy shakes his head, “you sure need to blow off some steam,” he smirks, raising his brows, he gestures to you, “she needs it too – although, I’m sure Munson helps her with that,” he whispers with a smug look on his face.

“Fuck off,” Steve grumbles, though he can’t stop himself from feeling jealous.

Surprisingly, Billy drops it and walks away. Though, both you and Steve know that this isn’t the last you will see of Billy tonight.

Steve rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance before he makes his way over to you.

Still with the drink in your hand, you stand in the same spot as before. Staring at him, unknowingly making him nervous.

“Hey,” he smiles.

He takes in the sight of you in your little black dress, your hair is falling softly over your shoulders, the front pieces are secured with glittery clips, your lips are a soft pink, shiny with gloss. Your manicured fingers are wrapped around the red solo cup.

You look beautiful. He wants to say, but he’s not sure if that’s something you want to hear from him again.

“Hi,” you smile up at him.

“Did your friends ditch you?”

“Yes, actually,” you chuckle, “Chrissy is hanging out with her… new best friend Robin and Heather is with Argyle.”

“Oh, the new guy with the long hair?” He asks, gesturing to the hair.

“Yeah!”

“Ah,” he nods.

Steve looks better, there are no dark circles under his eyes anymore, though his eyes still hold the same sadness as before.

You didn’t expect to see him here tonight. Him and Tommy aren’t friends anymore and now that he and Nancy are broken up, he doesn’t have her either. Steve always hated coming to parties alone so that leaves you wondering…

“Are you here with someone?” You ask, feeling a rush of jealousy at the thought of him being on a date with some other girl.

He shakes his head. Watching the way your features soften and your shoulder slump with relief when he says ‘no’.

“You’re here by yourself?”

“Yeah, I-I didn’t want to come but it’s the last high school party,” he says, shrugging. “I didn’t want to miss it.” I didn’t want to miss you. He reaches for one of the beers on the table, though when he opens the can and takes the first sip, he scrunches his face up in disgust. He hates lukewarm beverages, especially alcoholic ones.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

“You don’t either,” he chuckles, eying the bored expression on your face.

“Well, getting drunk by yourself isn’t fun.”

Steve’s eyes are soft in a way they had never been before, not even when you just started dating, when things were still good, when he was still good to you. And just his eyes alone, the look in them is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotions inside of you.

You remember your night together. The one back in december. The one that was supposed to be your last night together. The one when you said goodbye – the one that was supposed to be your last goodbye.

There will never be a goodbye for you and Steve, not really.

“But… we could spend some time together.”

The look in his eyes is one of surprise. You may have been kinder to him in the past few weeks, but he still didn’t expect you to want to spend time with him.

“Y-You want to spend time with me?”

A mixture of emotions rush through him. Excitement, happiness but also nervousness. The last time you had spent a night together, it ended with you both crying.

You look around and he just now notices the sadness in your eyes.

The last time you went to one of Tina’s parties, he got smashed and he broke your heart. You want to replace those memories with new ones. As though it could ever kill the old ones.

“You don’t have to say yes, there’s plenty of girls who’d want to–”

“I wanna spend time with you.”

A shy smile appears on your face when your features relax again.

He smiles back, though he can’t help but wonder where Eddie is.

“Eddie isn’t here tonight?”

He watches you closely, the way your lips set into a slight pout and your brows furrow.

“No.”

Did something happen? He wonders. Where you go, Eddie goes. It’s odd to see you without him after seeing you with him, everywhere.

“Right so… Uh, what should we do?”

“What do you mean?”

You give him a smirk, placing the drink back on the counter, you lift your hand up. Steve can’t help but follow your movements with his eyes, only to stare in surprise when you lift your hand and reach for something… in your bra. He just now notices how the locket rests perfectly between your boobs.

He clears his throat and looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

“Are we getting drunk or high?” You hold the joint in front of his eyes, giggling when his eyes widen even further.

He grabs your hand and pulls it down, trying to hide the joint in your hand.

“Y/n!” He yells in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone saw, but there is no one looking at the two of you, there is no one in the kitchen at all. He turns back, looking down at you with a bewildered look on his face.

“Or both?” You giggle, “Eddie and I do both sometimes.”

He knows that it’s not only your looks that have changed in the past few months – it’s nothing drastic, it’s only different clothes, different makeup and your hair that you wear differently – maybe your perfume too. Clearly, you have changed too. You will always be a sweet girl, the one that is too kind to the world despite how harshly it treated you in the past, but he wasn’t aware that your opinion on drugs has changed.

He shouldn’t be surprised about the joint in your hand. You do hang out with Eddie, after all. Though, he didn’t expect you to be so open about this. Now, he can’t help but wonder if there are other things that you do with Eddie.

Steve won’t ask questions that he might regret asking. Instead, he agrees to both and pushes any thought that only leaves him upset, away. He wants to have a good night. He wants to have one good last high school party with you.

So, he takes the joint from you with the hand that is still holding the beer and with his free hand, he reaches for yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours. He feels his heart skipping a beat when you don’t pull away.

“Let’s do both.”

A smile tugs at your lips, you grab your drink from the counter, “let’s go outside.”

As Steve leads you out of the kitchen, he pulls you even closer to him before you walk into the crowded hallway. Neither of you notice the eyes that have set on you.

“Would you look at that?” Carol smirks as she turns her head to look at Tommy, who is looking down at his beer in boredom.

He lifts his head, looking down at Carol, he raises his brows at her.

She rolls her eyes and nudges her head in your direction.

“Oh,” he chuckles when he sees the two of you.

“Let’s make this party more interesting.”

Chrissy is drunk, not drunk on alcohol, drunk on something else.

Robin is talking about her favorite bands, the ones she wants to see live at some point. She’s waving her hand around as she talks – rambles. Robin’s cheeks are flushed but Chrissy doesn’t know whether it’s from the heat, the alcohol or something else – she hopes that it’s from something else.

Chrissy nods along with a smile on her face, admiring the girl in front of her. Loving the way Robin leans closer to her so she doesn’t have to scream over the loud music. She can’t unsee the small differences between them; Robin’s nails are painted black, silver rings adorn her long fingers while Chrissy’s nails are painted a baby pink color, a single golden ring is on her middle finger. Robin’s clothes are dark, Chrissy’s clothes are bright and girly. Their music taste is not the same, though Chrissy is open for changes. She loves how different they are.

Robin’s hair is short, her curls are messy, her bangs are long and they need to be cut, Chrissy can’t help but raise her hand to brush them away from her eyes so she can see her beautiful eyes.

Robin’s eyes widen at Chrissy’s action, the already pink blush on her cheeks takes on a red color and the blonde girl in front of her can’t help but giggle to herself when Robin stops all her rambling and starts staring at her instead, in silence.

Neither of them know how the other actually feels, if they weren’t so scared, they’d see the obvious signs.

They look into each other’s eyes, both trying to fight the smiles off their faces. Neither of them notice the girl that stopped in front of them with a worried look on her face.

“Hey, lover girls. Have you seen y/n?”

Both of them tear the gazes away from one another, clearing their throats and looking awkwardly at the brunette.

“W-What?” Chrissy asks, feeling grateful for the foundation she had put on her face earlier tonight. She can feel her hot cheeks.

Heather looks around the room, trying to spot you in the crowds but you are nowhere to be seen.

“I haven’t seen her since we got here.”

Robin straightens her back, a worried look takes over her face as well. She hasn’t even greeted you properly, too focused on the blonde beside her.

“Oh,” Chrissy mumbles, getting up to look around as well, “do you think Eddie came?”

“No, he takes his campaigns very seriously,” Robin says with wide eyes, “he got mad at me for even asking if he’d come. It’s the cult of Vecna tonight – whatever that means.”

“I’ve looked for her everywhere but–”

“She’s playing spin the bottle with Carol and the others.”

All three of them turn around to face the girl that chimed in. Tina.

“She’s what!?”

Tina chuckles in amusement, she nudges her chin into the direction of the dining room.

“Looks like she’s having fun,” is all she says before she walks off again.

The three girls share a look of confusion before they make their way over to the other room. Trying not to bump into any of the drunken girls who are dancing carelessly.

They all expect to walk in on a very drunk you. Because, usually it takes a lot to convince you to join a game of truth or dare, never have i ever and let alone spin the bottle. You don’t like kissing strangers or risking the possibility to kiss someone you cannot stand.

Though when they walk into the room and they see you sitting in a circle with a few people you don’t like, they can’t help but halt in their tracks and stare in confusion.

Tommy, Carol, Billy, Nancy, Jonathan, and a few girls from the cheer squad are sitting in the circle. None of them which you can stand – well, except for Jonathan, maybe.

And then there is Steve, who sits beside you.

You look… sober. Maybe a little intoxicated but very far from drunk or high. Although, when Robin takes a closer look at you, she notices the redness in your eyes, maybe you are a little high.

“What the hell,” Chrissy mumbles, looking at all the people in the circle.

Your lipstick is still intact, you probably haven’t kissed yet.

Carol is the first to notice the three girls, a smirk appears on her smug face, “oh, why don’t you join us?”

You turn your head, suddenly feeling flustered when you see your friends. Heather’s face says it all, ‘what the fuck?’

“No thanks, Carol.”

Billy smirks at Heather, “oh come on, Heather. Don’t you want a little kiss?”

She scrunches her face up in disgust, “no thanks, Hargrove. I’ve had enough of you.”

Chuckles sound through the room and Tommy claps his hand on Billy’s back, “you got burned.”

Billy chuckles, “not really, I’m gonna kiss someone else tonight,” he smirks, turning to look at you.

You don’t even know how you let yourself get roped into this. This wasn’t even supposed to be a game of spin the bottle, it was supposed to be truth or dare – though Tommy changed his decision at the last minute and managed to convince all the others as well. You didn’t want to chicken out, so you stayed and luckily, you didn’t have to kiss anyone yet. Neither did Steve.

For the first time tonight, you feel relieved that Eddie isn’t here.

You glance at Robin and Chrissy who stare at the men in the circle – both sporting looks of disgust. You smile in amusement. They both take a seat on the loveseat, clearly not interested in joining the game.

“Heather, come on,” Tommy smirks, eying her up and down, “it’s the last time you get to play one of these silly games. After this night, we’re all adults.”

“No thanks,” Heather snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest, “you still need to grow some, Hagan.”

This time it’s Billy who laughs at him, he leans closer, “burned,” he chuckles.

Nancy rolls her eyes, “I’m done playing.”

“Oh but Nancy, the game hasn’t even started yet,” Carol smirks at her, stopping her from getting up by placing her hand on her upper arm.

Nancy glares at the redhead and pushes her hand off. Jonathan looks tense beside her, he sits there awkwardly, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here.

How did Carol even convince these two to join?

Tommy and Billy look like they are having the time of their lives. The cheerleaders look… bored. Carol looks smug as always. You and Steve? You are both trying not to burst into giggles.

When Carol found the two of you in the backyard, you were laying on the grass, passing the joint back and forth and laughing about things that weren’t even funny. She got you at the right time, you and Steve would have said yes to anything in the states you were in. You were looking for amusement and now, well, now you got it.

Sarah kisses Tommy. Tommy kisses Hailey. Carol looks pissed.

You guess that the rumors about them are true. They are broken up. But what is new? No one has a messier on and off relationship than these two.

Hailey, one of the girls from the cheer squad, is the one who always makes up all these rumors that the people love so much. Her bright red hair makes her skin appear even more pale, though they match with the red lips which are now smudged. She spins the bottle and finally it lands on the one who has been waiting to be kissed.

Billy.

You are pretty sure that Billy had a taste of the redhead before – there aren’t many girls he hasn’t been with yet. He gets around.

You scoot a little closer to Steve and glance at him in disgust at the makeout session that is happening in front of your face. Gross.

Steve can’t help but chuckle at the look on your face.

“Dude,” Tommy laughs at his friend, “calm down.”

From the corner of your eye, you see Robin and Chrissy leaving.

When Billy pulls away, he gives Hailey a pat on the cheek. She giggles at him and licks her lips as she sits back in her place.

“This is gonna appear in my nightmare tonight,” Steve whispers to you.

You hold your hand in front of your mouth as you laugh at his words.

When Billy spins the bottle, your night changes for the worse.

You watch it spin with a pounding heart, for the first time, you watch it nervously.

Please don’t let it be me, please don’t let it be me, please don’t–

The glass bottle stops spinning and it’s pointing right at you. Oh god. No.

The music in the other room is still playing just as loud as before, though the laughter from Tommy and Carol somehow sounds louder than Billy Joel’s voice blaring through the speakers.

You don’t notice the way Steve tenses up beside you or the way his eyes flash with anger and jealousy.

“Fuck yes,” Billy chuckles.

You only feel the despair in your body and the annoyance that rushes through you when you look at a smug Billy, who looks like he’s won the lottery. His eyes are filled with excitement, his lips that are now red thanks to Hailey’s lipstick curl into a smirk.

“Come here, y/n.”

Steve clenches his fist and his jaw. The fire inside of him is burning.

“Yeah, y/n,” Carol tilts her head as she takes in the hesitation on your face, “don’t be such a pussy.”

Of course these words would come back to you. It’s what you said to her when she refused to kiss Lily, who already left after a few rounds.

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink before you put the cup down.

Heather, who is still around, gives you an apologetic look. God, you are glad that she doesn’t like him anymore, you would have preferred to be a ‘pussy’ than kiss some guy that your friend likes.

You meet Billy in the middle.

He doesn’t even hesitate to cup your cheeks with his hands. He doesn’t lean in, right away. He looks over at Steve for a split second, almost laughing at the look on his face. He turns his attention back on you.

You really don’t want to do this. You really don’t want to kiss him. You’d honestly prefer to kiss anyone else in this room except for Billy Hargove. Anyone. You feel the eyes on you. You feel Steve’s eyes burning into your skin. You feel Carol’s eyes on you. Heather’s and even Nancy’s.

Billy smells like cigarettes, whiskey and cologne.

He smashes his lips against yours and kisses you. You close your eyes to make it less awkward. You begrudgingly kiss him back. He slides his hand down to your waist and pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his.

You want to roll your eyes at Tommy’s whistle and at Carol’s giggle but you ignore them.

Billy kisses you roughly – it’s not as bad as the kiss you have had with Ray but you still can’t shake the fact that you are kissing him. At least, his lips are soft. They taste like strawberry – probably thanks to Hailey and her strawberry lip gloss that she always wears over her red lipstick.

Billy’s lips move slower now but still just as deep, you feel his breath on your skin, his touch that is surprisingly soft. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he is trying to savor every second of the kiss.

You make the mistake of letting yourself get lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, it’s not Billy kissing you anymore, it’s another man.

It’s his lips that you are kissing, his shoulders that you are touching, his ring that is digging into your waist, it’s him, it’s–

Billy. You are kissing Billy. You instantly pull away when the realization sinks back in, you push him away and pull back.

Billy chuckles, he looks at you through hooded eyes and leans closer, “that made me really fucking hard,” he whispers.

You scrunch your face up in disgust and turn away from him, wanting to escape him quickly. You glance at Steve, who is looking at the ground with an angry and powerless look on his face. Shit.

“Well, that was one hell of a kiss,” Tommy laughs, not looking at you, not looking at Billy but at Steve, he is looking at Steve and he is smirking.

“You must feel stupid, huh Harrington?”

“Shut up, Tommy.”

He pays you no mind, his attention is solely on Steve. And the others are staring at him as well. You can’t help but glance at Nancy, she’s looking at him with an almost pitiful look in her eyes.

You quickly reach for the bottle, wanting to kill the awkward tension in the room.

This night can’t get any worse. You think to yourself.

You spin the bottle as you inwardly curse at yourself for letting Carol convince you to join this stupid game. You didn’t even want to kiss anyone, let alone Billy. You didn’t want to upset Steve. You didn’t want to think about–

“Oh!” Carol laughs loudly, clapping her hands together.

Hailey snickers next to her, looking at you in amusement.

“Oh damn,” Tommy snorts.

Your heart begins to race in your chest but you don’t even know who it’s pointing at yet. You have a feeling who it is. And when you see the apologetic look in both Jonathan’s eyes and Heather’s eyes, you know.

You blink and take a deep breath before you glance at the bottle.

The bottle that is pointing right at him. Steve.

The girls around you are giggling, giving you smug looks. Carol is staring at you expectedly. Bitch.

Steve is staring at you already, suddenly, every ounce of anger has faded away. His eyes are wide, lips parted as he looks at you.

This isn’t ideal. This shouldn’t have to happen this way. But, he would be lying if he said that it’s something he doesn’t want. Maybe, this will be the last time. Maybe, this will be the only chance he gets to feel your kiss again.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers to you, but you are already moving closer to him.

You won’t walk away now. It’s exactly what they want, they want to see you running away. But you won’t run away, not now, not yet.

You ignore the pounding in your chest, the butterflies that dance in your stomach when you lean closer to him. He looks at you, wide eyed.

You don’t want it to happen this way but would you deny a kiss with him, right now? No.

“It’s just a kiss right?” You whisper as you gaze into his hazel eyes.

How could it ever be just a kiss?

You are the one to move even closer to him. You are the one to cup his cheeks.

Steve’s heart is surely about to explode.

He hates that this has to happen like this – that it’s caused by a game. That this isn’t supposed to mean anything.

Despite the others in the room, the loud music, the eyes on you. You both fade out everything around you.

It’s just you and him now.

You lean in, he leans in.

And for the first time in a long time, your lips brush against Steve’s and that is enough to set all your insides on fire. Just a simple touch.

You peck his lips, you only peck his lips and Steve is already in bliss. But then you smash your lips against his and suddenly, he is back in heaven. The light is shining again, the warmth is flooding back in, the sweetness of your lips is enough to mend his heart that he broke himself.

He doesn’t hesitate for a single second to kiss you back. He cups your cheeks and pulls you as closely as he can.

Everything around him stops existing.

All there is, is you and him.

He feels you, he feels your touch, your lips, your kiss.

He feels your love that is pouring back in.

He feels you.

You, you, you.

Everything falls back into place again.

Your lips are moving ever so softly with each other. Desperately but still passionately. Your lips still taste like cherry, his still taste minty.

His heart is racing, yours is too.

He holds you tightly but gently, he doesn’t want this moment to end, he doesn’t want to stop kissing you, he never wants to stop kissing you again.

This is right. This is what he is meant to do. This is all he’s ever dreamed of and more. He missed this. He missed you so much.

But the moment could never last long enough and he crashes back into reality when you pull away in need of air. Your lips part from his, your touch leaves his body and everything that is left behind is the kiss that lingers – the kiss that will linger for the rest of his life if this is the last one he gets from you.

His lips tingle and he fights the urge to touch them.

He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he doesn’t want to crash back into a world where you aren’t his anymore.

When he does open his eyes and he sees the look on your face, the shock in your eyes, the emotions that are still there, the love. He knows, he still has a chance.

He can still have you.

He can still fight for you.

He can still get you back.

But, for now, he lets you walk away when you make up some weak excuse and rush out of the room.

Heather doesn’t even hesitate to follow you out, calling your name and rushing after you. She passes by Argyle who is talking to a group of guys, she gives him an apologetic look.

You push past Jason Carver, pushing him out of the way.

“Hey!” He yells, “watch where you’re going!”

“Shut it, blondie,” Heather snaps at him.

You grab the leather jacket that you have left on the counter earlier and finally leave the house. The fresh air calms you down in an instant, you embrace the silence and feel grateful that there is no one out on the porch, right now.

No one except for you and Heather.

She shuts the door behind her, she crosses her arms over her chest when the chilly wind touches her bare arms.

“Are you okay?”

You lean against the railing and sigh.

“Yeah. You should go back inside, Heather.”

“No.”

She refuses to leave you alone when you’re upset.

“I’m okay.”

“But–”

You turn back around, “I’m okay,” you repeat, trying to smile at her.

“I promise, I just need a moment to myself after all of… this.”

“Are you sure?”

The sincere look in her eyes makes you smile, genuinely, this time.

You nod.

“But if you need anything, you tell me and I’ll take you home and we can have a girls night with Chrissy. Robin too.”

Your eyes soften.

“We should actually do that sometime.”

“We should.”

“Now go back inside, I’m sure your boyfriend misses you.”

She looks down and smiles, “alright..”

She turns back around, hesitantly.

“I can’t believe you used to kiss Billy all the time.”

Heather turns around to glare at you, “don’t ever mention that again.”

You giggle at the look on her face.

“I can’t believe that you kissed Billy and Steve in one night,” she smirks, winking at you before she walks back inside, leaving you by yourself.

“Right..”

You want to forget about the kiss, the one with Billy at least.

You reach for the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, walking over to the porch steps, you sit down and light a cigarette. You don’t smoke very often, only when you’re stressed.

You enjoy the silence, though, it doesn’t last very long. Someone steps out on the porch and you inwardly pray that it isn’t Steve or Billy.

The footsteps give it away, it’s neither of them.

You lift your head to look, it’s no friend of yours either.

It’s Nancy Wheeler standing in front of you – no, sitting down beside you.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

For a moment, you both sit in silence. You offer her a cigarette, to your surprise, she takes one and lights it up.

“So, did you start paying attention?”

You shake your head with a small smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sure you don’t,” Nancy chuckles.

You turn your body towards her, you lean back against the railing and look at her curiously.

Nancy crosses her legs and smokes the cigarette, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“Still oblivious, I see.”

You’re not fully oblivious. Not anymore.

“Y-You think that Eddie and I like each other.”

“No.”

You furrow your brows.

“I don’t think, I know.” She shrugs, “I guess, I just wonder why you and Eddie aren’t dating.”

You’re a little flustered by her words.

“Because he is my best friend?” You mumble as you stub out the cigarette and look down.

“Yeah, that’s what you already said, last time and it still doesn’t look like it.”

You give her a questioning look, you stare at her, and suddenly, she feels flustered.

“Why do you even care?”

Nancy hesitates, she looks down at the cigarette between her fingers. Her shoulders are slumped but she is still tense. Nancy pities Steve because she can see how much he is suffering, how much he loves you, how much he still wants you but she can’t deny that you have been in pain for so many months, some of the pain which has been caused by her. The least she can do is help you, help you understand, help you to see.

“I’m just, I’m sorry.”

She folds her hands in her lap after stubbing out the cigarette. She glances at you, almost shyly and with a hint of guilt in her blue eyes.

“What?”

She closes her eyes, she fidgets with her fingers and takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes again.

“For everything.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry for taking him away from you. I-I saw the way you two looked at each other back there. I guess, I just now realized what I’ve ruined.”

“It would’ve been someone else if it wasn’t you, Nancy.”

She furrows her brows, looking at you, almost bewildered.

“No, I don’t think so. He loves you.”

“Well, that realization came a little too late.”

“Did it?” Nancy asks, carefully.

You hesitate before you say ‘yes’.

She nods.

“But, why do you always bring Eddie up?”

“What?”

“You always talk about.. Eddie,” you frown, “do you want him now?”

The thought of it angers you. Does she always want what you have?

“Do you want Eddie now that you realized that Steve isn’t the prince you thought he was?”

Her eyes widen, “no! No, it’s not that! I-I just, I was jealous of you, not because of Eddie,” she says, shaking her head at the thought of Eddie. “I wanted what you two have.”

“A best friend?”

“That’s the thing.. I never thought you two were just… friends.”

You wait for her to continue.

“I wanted that hand holding in class, that cute bantering in the hallway, someone to lend me a shoulder whenever I need it, I wanted to be free like you were. Showing my love openly – and I found that in Jonathan. We started of as friends b-but that would have never been enough. He taught me about true love, about feeling cared for, and he waited for me. He waited and waited and I hurt him over and over by not breaking up with Steve.. Does that sound familiar?”

“Oh.”

By the look in your eyes, she knows that you begin to understand a little. Your eyes that soften when you think about him.

She opens her mouth, but she never gets to say the words she’s been meaning to say all night, because the man you have been talking about steps out. Interrupting your conversation.

Both you and Nancy turn to look at him.

He looks taken aback by the sight in front of him. He figured that you weren’t by yourself, he didn’t expect Nancy to be the one out here with you.

“Uh, can we talk y/n?” He asks, still looking between the two of you with a confused look on his face.

You and Nancy can’t help but share a look of amusement.

“Yeah, sure.”

Nancy pushes herself up with a sigh, she glances at you and gives you a small smile before she walks past Steve and walks back into the house.

Steve scratches the back of his neck, he stands there, awkwardly for a moment.

He still hasn’t told you about the break up but, he knows that you know. Everybody knows.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “are you?”

He walks towards you and you get back up on your feet, looking up at your ex boyfriend. Your ex boyfriend that you just kissed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks.

You shrug, “you just kissed your ex girlfriend in front of your other ex girlfriend.”

His mouth set in a hard line before he looked away with a chuckle.

An amused huff escapes you. You try to walk around him but you trip and stumble, almost falling backwards but his large hands catch you, he wraps them around your waist and pulls you closer. This time you stumble forward, right into his chest.

He uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you fully.

“Let’s not repeat your fall from years ago.”

You gape at him.

“Can’t you let it go?!”

His eyes crinkle with amusement.

“Fuck no, I’m not letting it go. I saved you and you panicked and pushed me down – I still have the scar on my hip from it!”

You roll your eyes, chuckling.

“What did you want to talk about?”

He doesn’t answer your question, instead, he takes your hand and leads you away from the entrance, away from the porch lights, away from the place where people can see you.

You don’t question him, you follow him, just the way you always did.

Behind the house, there is no light but the moon shining down on you. And Steve can’t help but want more of what he just had.

He whispers your name and you know, you know what he wants.

“Will you forgive me for what I’m about to do?”

“What–”

He cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you. He needs more of what he just had.

You gasp against his lips but you so easily melt into the kiss.

And the moment you kiss him back, he wraps his arms around you and suddenly, his hands are all over you, your back, your waist, the back of your neck. He is pulling you in, closer and closer until there is no space left between the two of you.

You are kissing him. You are kissing him back. Not because of a game. You are kissing him because you want to kiss him. You want him.

His heart soars.

Everything inside of him screams in joy.

He needs you, he needs you closer and closer.

He kisses you desperately.

Your tongues meet and the kiss gets more feverish, more passionate than before. Maybe more passionate than ever.

You whimper into the kiss and he is sure that it’s enough to make his heart explode.

You kiss him just as desperately. You are needy, like him.

Warmth blossoms Steve’s chest. His heart is feeling whole for the first time in a long time.

You are both breathing heavily in between kisses. He can’t get enough of you. How could he ever get enough of you? How could he ever throw this away? How could he ever push you away?

His feelings, his emotions seem to get in the way – they seem to get in between the two of you because you can feel it, you can feel what he is thinking about.

Because you begin to feel it too. The more you open your heart to him, the more you let him in – the more it hurts. You curse at it, you curse at the pain and at the dark stain that he had left on your heart.

You savor the kiss, just like he does.

He savors it too. Your kiss isn’t a promise. Not even your love is.

He destroyed too much.

And though you don’t want it, you push him away and ignore the way you already miss him and the feeling of his lips on yours.

“W-What are you doing?” Your voice is shaky and your eyes are glossy. You look up at him with saddened eyes.

Steve’s hair is disheveled, his lips are puffy from the kissing.

And he looks defeated because the look on your face tells him that this won’t mean anything.

“I-I’m sorry.. but I-I just needed to do that, at least one last time.”

You frown at his words. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he can’t help but think that you look cute.

“You can’t just kiss me after everything!” You snap at him and push past him, walking away from him.

“Dolly!”

“No!”

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aegoniiwifey · 6 months

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Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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— PRISSY KITTY + cat hybrid!katsuki bakugou.

↳ warnings: fluff, cat hybrid!bakugou, a lot of cat traits, he’s the snooty kind of cat, bath time !!! inspired by this doodle by the beloved @miggiisdumb ilysm miggi hey hehe !! pls go check out her art i love her <3 m.list ♡

“katsuki! where are you?”

his ears prick up, hearing the anger in your voice before he sees it, tail swooshing behind him as if he’s scoping out how far you are. katsuki is in trouble, he knows that from the tone you carry— you’re probably going to scold him for something he didn’t do, he can simply too no wrong. cat hybrids are too sophisticated for that— katsuki isn’t some stupid slobbering mutt like kirishima, nor is he some dumb, useless bunny like deku. katsuki comes from a long bloodline of perfect ( purrfect ) and purebred Norwegian forest cat hybrids, regardless of that— his kind was once beloved by gods in many different countries.

he didn’t get scolded, he got worshipped, treated like a deity, adored, praised—

“katsuki! god damn it! i know you’re in this apartment! quit hiding from me.”

he was going to be in big trouble.

shoulders raised as if he’d flinched, the blonde clicks his tongue and stands from his seat curled up on your couch— ignoring the amount of fur he’d left there. you would clean it up later, and he would remind you to brush him out too. “what woman? whaddya want?” bakugou yells, voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred, after all you had disturbed a cat nap.

cream orange-ish ears twitch as you throw your keys down onto the glass table and enter the main living space in your apartment, the cat hybrid narrowing his gorgeous ruby eyes at you in narrow slits as if you had interrupted the tranquility in his home. “don’t you look at me like that!” you huff, dishevelled from work. “you live in my apartment rent free. you better know who you’re talking to— oh don’t you hiss at me katsuki. i’m serious.”

he does it anyways, the pink of his gums showing as he scratches at his neck— the bell on katsuki’s pink collar jingling. “what?”

“did you get into my makeup again, katsuki?”

bakugou’s face scrunches up immediately, tail swishing only once and ears tilted your way. “no.” he lies like it’s easy, but he’s also heavily offended. how dare you a mere human accuse him of such a trivial thi—

“oh yeah?” you raise a brow, pointing to his hands and the tip of his fluffy tail. “then why have you tracked black eyeshadow all over my house! why are your hands and tail covered in it— my makeup is not a toy!”

a growl rumbles in bakugou’s chest, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout with a fang snagged over it. “s’your fault fer leavin’ that shit out! it was beggin’ to be touched!” he whines, uncharacteristically high for a grumpy ginger tom like katsuki bakugou.

“and what about the pile of cat puke in the corner of my bedroom, katsuki? did you drink the milk again? eat the chocolate in the fridge?”

“i was thirsty!”

“my god katsuki, don’t you know that you’re allergic?” your eyes blow wide, hands on your hips as you march over to the prissy kitty to scold him some more. “i leave our food out where you can see it! we have bottled water in the fridge!”

he huffs, crossing his arms. “i don’t like the shit you buy! i miss the old brand!”

“it was getting expensive, you damn brat, and besides you need to be more open at trying new things!” you’re near yelling at him now, voice laced with concern for your feline friend who just doesn’t know how to behave himself when you’re away. pinching the bridge of your nose, you back down and watch as the narrow slits in his ruby eyes turn wide, like galaxies.

katsuki knows he’s done wrong and he’s too cute for you not to forgive him.

so you scratch behind his soft kitty ears, sighing softly. “you’re going in for a bath, kats.” you say exasperatedly, quieter now.

“you get water anywhere near me, and ‘m gonna kill ya, woman.” bakugou sneers, words dropping into a hiss that’s quickly sedated when you cup the back of the hybrid’s neck— as if you were grabbing him by the scruff. “h-hey!”

“bathtime, kats. you’re not getting out of this one.”

the water you run for him is warm, perfect for cats since anything too hot and anything too cold is sure to spook them. and although bakugou whines and hisses and pouts, he lets you strip him down with kisses and scratches under his soft chin— he squeezes your hand as you get katsuki to sink into your smaller-than-him tub full of hybrid safe soap and sponge him down. he yowls loud when you reach his hair, and go over his soft ears.

“yanno,” you start while leaning over the edge of your porcelain tub, smiling a little to yourself at the quiet purrs katauki fails at holding back. “i’m happy that i found you, that you let me take care of you.” the cat hybrid’s face stays long, but you see the heat rise on his cheeks and hear the intensity of his purring increase as he looks away from you. when you’d first met katsuki, the ginger tom had been a stray hybrid with scratches and bruises all over— abandoned within an inch of death and no one to believe in him. you’d saved him by taking katsuki in, by earning his trust over a few months…and in some ways, he’d saved you.

made your working life a little less miserable by having someone who needed you to come home to.

“so i’m thankful to you,” you scratch under his chin again, and katsuki finally gives you a smile through his wet blonde locks, matted to his forehead. “even if you get on my last damn nerves.”

“‘m thankful to you too, i wouldn’t be here without ya, i guess…” bakugou leans into your touch, blinking slowly as a sign of happiness and trust ( common in cats and their hybrid equivalents ). “but would now be a bad time t’tell ya i might have scratched up yer couch too? i don’t like how the scratchin’ post feels under my nails…”

“god damn it, katsuki!”

the blonde is lucky he’s such a cute, scrunkly kitty.

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hiya! Id like to request a scenario please. Lucci and a fellow CP0 agent (who may or may not be harboring feelings for him) are getting back from a long mission (not that he says anything) but you can tell he’s tense and offer him a massage to which he reluctantly agrees to. If the prompt is a bit strange feel free to change it up. Have a nice day ~ miu

authors note : my apologies for being so slow with updates ... ! im struggling with a very difficult matter at the moment , which has made it impossible to do anything .. but im going to do my best <3 have a lovely day as well , miu ..! ilysm

Lucci x Gn! Cp0! Reader : Mission Aftercare

“Lucci, the bath is ready! If you’d still like me to take care of you...” your cupids bow was perched upward in a delicate smile, an expression that was often hidden behind your cipher pol zero mask. Unlike Lucci and Stussy, you were left to hide your face from the public, just like all the other members.

Lucci frowned in disinterest. He forgot that he agreed to let you do such a degrading thing to him... During the mission, you never shut your mouth, not even once. Your worries never ceased, constantly asking if your fellow agent was okay, if Lucci had hurt himself or not. In a desperate attempt to get you to leave him alone, Lucci promised to let you take care of him after the mission. God, what was he thinking?

You were odd, in that way. Lucci couldn’t begin to fathom how you had weaseled your way into such an elite organization, let alone at such a formal rank. Your heart was easily swayed, acting more so upon your feelings then your thoughts. You were impractical, sensitive... You were the very traits that Lucci had always known as weaknesses. Yet, here you you were. On the exact pedestal he was.

“Ah, very well,” Lucci exhaled, putting his glass of gin down, ice cubes clashing into the glass as it was placed down onto the side table. He pried himself up, stripping his aching muscles from his beloved arm chair. “I suppose i have no choice now, do I?” Much to his dismay, you simply shook your head. Ugh, curse you and your endless need to care for others...!

The silence between you two was heavy, pushing harder and harder upon your shoulders. All that sourced out of you both was the sound of your foot steps, synced up as you led him towards the bathroom door. Thankfully, the echoing in the hall covered up the loud pounds that sourced from your chest, heart feeling as if it were going to combust at any moment. You never expected him to say yes, regardless of how persistent you were... Lucci was the one agent who wouldn’t dare let you take care of him, even in the smallest of ways. Regardless of how nerve wracking this was, you were sincerely grateful. Even if Lucci was your boss, that didn’t mean your worries ever wavered. Sure, he was more then capable of doing whatever he pleased but you couldn’t help but fear that Lucci was straining his physical form and inner psyche. And to be able to ease him, even if just for a moment, you were honoured.

“I prepared everything, just for you.” You laughed lightly, popping the buttons from your white top. “I hope it’s up to your liking,” you left candles around the bathroom, the scent of jasmine flooding the room, mirrors steamed from the euphoric temperature of the bath. Everything had to be perfect, and you made it perfect.

“It’s fine,” Lucci’s shirt fluttered down onto the floor, his belt soon to meet the fabric. You couldn’t help but admire every bulging muscle on his body, as well as the intricate scars that tore at his porcelain flesh. One would usually cower at such a battered body but something about Lucci beckoned you, even the bullet wounds that remained on his body, tracing the outline of the world government.

“Is something the matter?” Lucci asked, hair untangled from his ponytail. Each and every bit of him was bare to you. His broad shoulders, wide back.. It was all yours to indulge your sights in. You merely shook your head, making your way into the bathtub in an effort to hide your endearing smile.

“Of course not, no.” You allowed your legs to soak as you glanced over at your boss. “Come into the water, i’m sure it’ll relax your muscles.”

You looked so, so gentle on the eyes. Lucci couldn’t exactly comprehend how you were apart of such a cruel organization. Your passion for others was undying, refusing to leave even the scummiest people alone to suffer. It was a trait of yours that frustrated Lucci to no bounds. Yet, that side of you intrigued him in a way no other being ever had. How could someone go from being a relentless killer to the sweetest honey suckle. Lucci often pondered why you constantly had Cipher Pol zero’s best interests in mind, especially his. What about this organization screamed love and care to you? Why did you cherish everybody so much?

“Do you mind if i touch?” Your almost angelic voice broke Lucci from his thoughts, tired eyes looking down at you, your body submerged in the bubbles of the bath. “Your back seems to be in pain. Is it because of that fall?” Even as you mentioned notes about the mission, Lucci couldn’t pay attention. He was lost in the whirlpool of your voice, your gorgeous self.

All Lucci had to do was nod, your hands rubbing down his back in an instant. The firm yet caring circles you rubbed into his throbbing muscles was mellowing, each and every knot popping beneath your hands.

“You’re quite skilled at this, Y/n.” You couldn’t help but blush at Lucci saying your name, let alone in such a setting. You weren’t known as Y/n to the public, masking every personal piece of you that you still had. Even your fellow agents called you by your given Cp0 name: Demoiselles. Like the other members, you adopted the name of a famous painting to match your mask. As far as anyone knew, nobody by the name of Y/n ever existed.

But you were seen. Lucci knew Y/n, he knew you. How lovely it felt to be seen as yourself, and not as some government weapon. It made your heart flutter, having him see you for you. Demoiselles wasn’t with you two, at least not now.

“Thank you, Lucci... I’m glad you think so, i just want you to feel okay.” You cooed, one of your hands simply caressing him now. Your fingers went from scar to scar, almost as if you were playing connect the dots. “I believe you deserve to feel good more then anybody...”

Lucci turned his head to you, his dull gaze meeting your more emotional one. “Is that really what you think?” You nodded at the man, smiling the way you always did. That damned smile of yours... Lucci loved it with whatever pieces of his heart remained within him.

“Of course... you’re very lovely in my eyes, very kind in your own way.” Your eyes evacuated from his back, drifting towards his wavy hair. “I think you’re deserving of love.” Lucci desperately looked for a drip of doubt in your speech, but there was none. You really believed every bit of what you were saying, weren’t you?

How stupid...

Lucci sighed, leaning his scap into your palm, relishing into your affectionate touch. “I don’t think you’re fit to be here. What did the government see in you?” It was true, more or less. Of course he was happy to have you to fight at his side, but you stuck out like a sore thumb. Too pure...

“Well..- I’m very glad to be here. Even if you don’t think i’m meant to be here... I wouldn’t have my life any other way.” Your feelings were out on display to Lucci, making your thoughts absolutely transparent. You twirled a strand of his hair around your pointer finger, watching carefully as you singlehandedly curled the strand.

Lucci stared up at you, gaze unwavering. Despite such tooth rotting words being targeted at him, his poker face never budged. No smile, no blush, nothing.

“Would you die for me, even?” Lucci’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering like a moth. He was a moth, attracted to your endless love for life. Yet, you were a butterfly, attracted to the endless void of death. Your loyalty to love would never hinder, would it? Even in the face of death?

“For you, anything... I would even die.” You left a ghost of a kiss on your bosses temple, finger unlatching the wet curl. Once more, there wasn’t a lick of insincerity in your tone. No hesitation in your mannerisms, nothing of the sorts.

You were serious. Dead serious.

“I’m eternally yours, in life and death. I’ll be apart of Cipher Pol zero until the very end, Lucci.”

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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More poly!squad because why not??

Hooking their fingers in your mouth as leverage to pull you back on their cocks????

Anyway, hope you’re day is going well, my love!! ILYSM! - Teddy 🧸💖

teddy!!!!!!! hoooooo boy. this is so terribly filthy and i’m all FOR IT!!!

cackles manically

i hope you enjoy the below!! 🫶🏼💖

the three male pilots were not unknown to manhandle you within an inch of your life. if you had done something particularly bad to piss them off, you would come away with multiple bruises littering your flesh with hand prints red and raw on your ass. it was their firm reminder for you that you were theirs and they would treat you as such.

your hands were planted firmly into the mattress with your shaking legs behind you. they gave you very little support as jake set an aggressive pace from behind. you were meant to have your lips wrapped around bradley and bob in front of you, but the blissful feeling in your lower abdomen made you drool around bradley’s cock and nearly fall off with a string of salvia dripping onto the bedsheets.

“awh bunny.” he coos. “you know the rules, you can come but only if you keep your lips firmly around us. come back here.” before he can reach down to cradle your chin and bring it back up to his cock, bob intervenes and hooks his finger into your mouth as leverage to pull you back onto himself. “you’re being too gentle, roos. fucking slut needs to be directed what to do because jake has fucked them dumb enough.”

alternatively, they would manhandle you after they had a particularly bad day and they were the ones who needed you. you could sense the tension they were carrying on their shoulders in each of their frowning faces as soon as they came through the door. you didn’t even get to wish them a hello before jake grunted, “we don’t want to hear a peep from you, bunny. get on your knees and put that pretty mouth of yours to use.” it was a joint decision that they all needed you, badly.

with your knees digging into the wooden floorboards of your living room, they made no attempt at being hasty with their actions. you ran jake’s length to the back of your throat and looked up at him with doe eyes. seeing as he was the first to grumble, you wanted to please him the most first. with bradley and bob running their hands over their own as they watched with small grunts and heavy breaths escaping their lips.

the brunette decided he’d had enough of watching you enjoy jake too much and when you came to the end of his cock, bradley hooked his fingers in your mouth as leverage to pull you onto him with a splutter. “fuck!” jake narrowed his eyes at bradley. “we all need them as badly as you do. don’t hog them to yourself.” bradley scoffed before releasing a guttural groan as you slid down to the hilt.

you didn’t even pull off bradley before you felt bob’s fingers hook back into your mouth and squeeze on your cheeks. he leant down momentarily to spit directly onto your tongue and then he pulled you by his hooked finger onto his cock with a grunt. “look at you bunny, getting used for our own satisfaction. you’re just so needy, you’ll do anything.”

the next twenty minutes were spent being hauled and moved around by just your mouth as you moved to each pilots cock by the grip of their fingers. you continually look up at three of them with pleading and innocent eyes, as you were used by them.

i think my soul left my body writing this????? i just want them to use me???? degrade me???? manhandle me????

thank you so much my love! been very chilled. i hope your day is going well my beloved!! i love you to the moon and back!! 💌🥹💖

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SARAH'S RIN-SOCIATION ♡

happy birthday rin ( @dinoes ) !!! i hope today is a wonderful day for you bc you deserve nothing less 🫶🥰 ik we haven't talked much yet but you've been nothing but welcoming and sweet, constantly making me (almost) cry-- in a good way FKDJSJ you're so kind to little ol' me and that means a lot 🥹 you remind me of warm fairy lights in the way i instantly feel peaceful and relaxed around you 🩵💖 can't wait to see what 2024 brings you, and i can only hope i'm around to see it all. ilysm you deserve the most 🫶💛💖🩵

under the cut is a little bday ramble + an explanation for why these idols are associated 🫶

wooyoung - well . the biggest reason for this one is ofc @/wouyoung but other than that ! he's such a warm, goofy and loving person, just like you !! he gives off the vibes of someone who has the ability to make you feel at ease instantly and you are the same !! i know i've told you that i'm someone who is always an admirer from afar bc Shy™, but i really felt like the second we started talking that any nerves i had went out the window immediately bc you were (and still are heh) so kind and open and you're always engaging with me and my thoughts and you don't mind my (sometimes nervous) ramblings

dongheon - now look, i can't exactly explain this one KSJDG but for some reason when i think of who i associate with you, heoni is like . right up there? both of you are really happy people, always ready to be silly seconds after some serious moments and it's a really nice ability to have within your personality. dongheon might not be a bias you have out of the vrvr boys, but he's a rin dude in my head 🤭 (+ your octopus comment reminded me of heoni being the same<3)

jongho - putting him in my pocket alongside you so you'll have company in there 🥰💖 that brief time you had your url changed to jongsan too really cemented them into my head as rin dudes too (and bc he's obvi a bias !)

yongseung - bc he's in your carrd !! and he's a funky lil dude, and from the bits i know of you and have seen on your blog / on the dash, it's no question that yongs would be a bias, at least for me. he's like dongheon in the sense of "this is a rin dude" without having a proper explination? plus imo all hwanwoong biasers are bound to bias yongseung too<3 KJSDGH idk it makes sense, they're debut besties in the way vrvr and oneus debuted the same day AND in the way that hwanwoong and yongseung are friends too !! (took them forever to get each other's numbers bc vrvr only had emails but SDJFGHK)

san - i would like to give him a hug and so like . a BIG hug to you too 🥺 + there's always ppl out there saying that san is intimidating and before i got to talking to you, in my head, you were kinda the same bc it felt like you were such a big presence, y'know? and while, to me, you still have that big presence, the "intimidation" has more moved to "i've just befriended this giant puppy dog who's the most affectionate"? if that makes any sense AT ALL LMAO i don't blame you if none of my sentences make sense to you

hwanwoong - he's just a little dude. lmao jk i kid (or do i?) but he's got such a fierce determination and such a strong power behind himself and idk i get the same feeling from you and that makes me smile. plus your hwanwoong url too LMAO

tbh all of these guys could have a "they're so nice and warm and kind and welcoming and i love them a lot just like you" attached to them and it'd be 100% true !!! so i'm sorry about some of them being longer than the others 😭 anyways, again happy birthday beloved ! i hope today was / is a good one bc you deserve it 🥰🥺💗💛

#💌: for rin #SDJGH sorry there's not a lot of variety in the gifs i mainly stuck with idols i know + the ones that you know 😭😭😭#also i'm sorry for how late i am getting this out everything wanted to nope out on me today but !#i did my best to get it out and done before the 10th ended here !!#verivery #ateez #oneus #wooyoung #dongheon #jongho #yongseung #san #hwanwoong #flashing tw #sarah's gifs

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helloooo my beloved risu !!! so happy i can get around to checking in on everyone again hehe so i am here to say ily and i hope u had a good week <33

please share some tsukki lore !! 🤲🤲 when/where/how did u guys meet and how did that turn into dating? i wish to know it all hehehe

hello my sweet ada ! thank you for checking in ! ilysm and i hope your week was well, i spent part of mine unwell, but im a lot better now ^_^

okay, so we started off as neighbors! i moved into an apartment complex after he did, and when we met, he was a *little* rude. nearly ran me over when i was bringing in my boxes and didn’t even say sorry ! i spited him afterwards >_>

then later, i unfortunately run into him again at a friend outing. yachi and i are newly friends since we work together as graphic designers! she introduced me to all of her other friends, and mister blonde happened to be there. we were very awkward and didn’t really talk to each other that night. yachi asked me if something was wrong but i just told her not to worry about it.

eventually we do reconcile later, and he apologizes, saying he was in a rush and had his headphones on so he didn’t see me at first (esp behind all the boxes i had, called me short :| )

the more we see each other bc of where we live and bc of our friends, we eventually go out (with a lot of encouragement from yachi and yamaguchi) and the rest is history ! <3

#tsuku ☆#ty for asking :3

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rayasland · 1 year

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⌗ HASHIRA ICKS ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

➜ a/n ; my apology for being off for a while 🤭 also, HAPPY LATE NEW YEARRR!! i cant believe its already march MASTERLIST WILL BE REOPENED SOON 🥲 part 2 when i decide to get my lazy ass out of bed [TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS ILYSM 🫶🏾🫶🏾]

➜ warnings ; swearing, not proof read so expect some mistakes

➜ genre ; crack, fluff(?)

★ MITSURI !

she would DEFINITELY act like those vsco mfs. like you would be meeting up for a study date or something and she'll bring out the largest water bottle known to man and all while you stare at her struggle to lift it out her bag. to this day you wonder how she's able to carry that around everyday.

her nicknames get progressively worse. she goes from "hey my love!" to "i love you so much my beloved pumpkin kitty kat sugar boo boo!!"

i feel like she'd also be those mfs that make it so obvious someone is talking about them. except she does it by accident. "babe," you whisper, "see that dude behind our table? he's my ex. you remember elijah right?" and then she's turning right around, pointing and saying out loud, "elijah? ohhh your ex!" you just facepalmed as your ex turned around, giving the two of you a dirty look.

she'd try way too hard to seem intimidating (canon) but no matter how much she tries, as soon as the person she's arguing with says something rude back, she's sobbing on the ground. "ugh your lipgloss is soooo outdated." she says rolling her eyes at the person that insulted you. "you're one to talk about outdated. you have fucking scrunchies and a huge ass hydroflask that you never really even drink from anyways. also, those bracelets you're wearing are the presents i got for my 5 year old niece. on top of that you act like regina george from wish.”

you best know the next day she came into college looking like a whole other person. soon she got really popular for having the “glow up of the year” (i am having way too much fun with this 😭😭)

★ TENGEN !

overuses the same jokes to the point where its so cringe you have to cover your face out of second hand embarrassment. "why did the cow cross the road? to-" "-go to the moovies. i know," you say rolling your eyes. “how did you know!” he asks and you just stare at him like 😃

also texts like a he came straight out of youtube comments. "No one: Absolutely No one: My dog: Me: *laughs at a fish dying*" "HAHAHA BABE UR SO FUNNY HAHAHA" while in real life you’re texting that with a face straighter than drake (friends suggestion bc i literally asked her who’s the straightest person she knows)

he talks and acts like a british dad😭😭 “hey darling me and the rest of the lads are gonna watch the new chelsea game against arsenal.” and u think nothing of it until u start hearing them shout “PASS THE BALL YOU FUCKING TWAT!” and cheering as loud as if he were at a concert when his team scores.

he’s terrible at thirst traps ☠️ you were at an important work meeting when you heard a ding from your phone. it was a message from your husband. “Hope you enjoyed the show baby girl 😻🥵🍆” and you try your absolute best to not start bursting out laughing when you see the video of him thrusting his hips into the camera like ricardo milos. and to make things worse, one of your co-workers looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at and immediately started laughing. then everyone wanted to know what you were watching and the whole room erupted in giggles. safe to say everyone would make references to the video whenever uzui was around while the guy himself kept wondering if they were talking about him or it was just inside joke he doesn’t know about☠️

★ RENGOKU !

speaks really loud for no damn reason... (canon)

like you would be talking shit about someone in the cafeteria the he would be speaking so loudly basically the whole world could hear him. "babe, you know jessica from class 2?" you whisper, "yeah apparently she was caught fucking Mr Wilson to get a higher grade in chem.."

"i always knew jessica was a slut!" he practically screams, earning a few turned heads. "i could tell just by the way she walked up to me on wednesday!" you facepalmed as he continued to ruin not only his reputation, but yours as well. "and did you see the way she was practically begging for sir to screw her! like this girl would do anything to get laid!" by now the whole cafeteria (including the dinner ladies) turned to look at rengoku. some laughed and some gave him the nasiest look they could muster (her friends).

you were NOT surprised when an angry jessica made her way to your table.

he leaves the bathroom door open after he’s taken the most stomach-churning, revolting, nauseating, egregious, execrable, beastly shit so whenever he leaves, the horrible stench of shit makes you want to vomit your dinner out. and to make things worse, he always and i mean ALWAYS forgets to flush the toilet.

the smell was so bad you considered if it was a good idea to let him live with you.

“kyo.. do you mind closing the door after you do your business in the toilet and flush the toilet?” it was like talking to to a kid “or at least use the air freshener so i don’t have to smell it.”

and you almost rejoiced to the Lord when he immediately agreed and promised he’ll remmeber to close the door behind him (he still forgot a few times but it’s fine i think 😁).

all his clothing from socks to even underwear are fire themed. your friends always wonder how you manage to walk out standing next to him, who’s wearing a fire hoodie, fire trousers to match, and trouser nike’s. you once took him shopping so he can actually find another fashion style he likes instead of dressing like a 13 year old boy from 2015 but he resisted and continued arguing about how fire is like his own watermark. you eventually just gave up and suck it up when people on the streets laughed at him or gave him weird looks. he’s lucky you love him so much.

* RAYASLAND … 2023

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boysborntodie · 2 months

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4, 6, 11, 16!

Omg Anna hi!!!! Thanks for the ask<333

Johnny: my most beloved. Scrunkly. Pookie. Little meow meow even

Sodapop: he’s so pretty and happy and good. I need him to cry

Dally: Stinky garbage man. I think about him all day

Pony: I would beat the shit out of him. I love him so much. I want to study him like a mildly interesting specimen in a jar. I would be the first to defend his honour. I need to bully him. I actually am him irl

Everyone else: ilysm my besties, don’t get me wrong.

6: I can never get behind Dallyboy (even disregarding the age gap) because I feel they’re more closer to literally anyone else. I used to find Johnnyboy overrated and bland but it’s grown on me. I think most other ships are alright in my book

11: I actually watched the movie before reading the book and I liked it well enough. Then I read the book and I can see a lot of flaws in the movie (Dally in general even though I love Matt Dillon, and think he played Dally’s shop robbery scene pretty good, most other scenes felt off, taking out a lot of important scenes, the obsession with having Johnny cry at like four different occasions despite him only crying once in the book). Still it’s a fun and easy to watch and there’s much I do (tbh I never genuinely dislike adaptations unless viewers start disregarding the original source material)

16: Cherry and Johnny definitely. They’re both set up as foils and their lives are so entangled despite them barely exchanging a few words. I think they’d understand each other pretty well (although they wouldn’t be genuine friends).

Bob and Dally are also foils and both these characters push limits and need to assert power over others so seeing them clash would be fun.

Steve and Pony because they hated each other’s asses and it would’ve been interesting to see them interact. Either their clashes and dislike or see them begrudgingly bonding together

Soda and Angela for no reason other than their siblings are friends and they’re forced to hang out by default.

#ty anna these were all fun questions to answer #i’d also love to ask you some questions your opinions are so good #evie rambles #the outsiders #asks

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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Soooo I've been having this cute Vader idea latched onto my brain for way too long and I need to do something with it, so now you gotta deal with it lmao:

The soft padding of your bare feet as you marched through your small cottage harmonized with the sound of birds chirping and breeze blowing by, caressing the trees as it went.

You entered the living room and, sure enough, there sat your husband on the sofa, perfectly still, looking more like a black-clad armored statue than the soft, loving man you knew he was.

"Love?" You said softly to get his attention, and he looked over at you, head tilting in silent, curious acknowledgement. He took in the slowly growing smirk on your face, and prepared for the worst. Your expression only doubled in mischievousness as you walked closer and sat down next to him.

"do you happen to have an extra heart? Cuz' it appears mine was stolen!" You said with a giggle, visibly delighted at the pickup line. Vader, however, seemed much less amused, at least on the outside, simply staring at you silently. This did not deter you.

"if you were words on a page, you'd be the fine print." You could barely get the words out through your giggling, which only increased in volume when, what you recognized as a flustered Vader, turned away from you and began ignoring you completely. Again, this did not deter you.

You'd realized recently that you'd been slacking on your verbal affection, and you were in a playful mood. Why not kill two birds with one stone? "I've heard that kissing is the language of love! Would you have a conversation with me about it sometime-"

Suddenly there was a hand covering your mouth. Vader's hand to be specific. The snickering you did were muffled by the material of his gloves, your eyes shining amusement. Vader could vaguely make out the sound of you saying something so, foolishly, he lifted his hand. "What?" He asked, and you grinned in response.

"your hand looks heavy. I could hold it for you!"

Your outcry of 'wha- hey!' went ignored as Vader marched out of the room, overwhelmed by the butterflies even simple, horrible pickup lines were giving him. All because they came from your lips.

-🫀Anon

OH MY GOD NONNIE YOU DID NOT HAVE TO GO SO HARD WITH THIS AND YET YOU DID??? LITERALLY ATE AND LEFT NOT EVEN THE PLATE BEHIND OH MY GOD

I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH :((((((((( THE IDEA OF HAVING JUST A CUTE LITTLE COTTAGE WITH HIM MAKES ME SO HAPPY. AND SEEING HIM ALL GRUMPY AND CHEESY LITTLE THINGS YOU SAY TO HIM :((((( WE KNOW YOU SECRETLY LIKE IT VADER MY BELOVED PLSSS JUST ONE CHANCE ILYSM

ANON PLS FEEL FREE TO COME BY AGAIN AND GRACE US WITH MORE DELICIOUS FOOD TYSM FOR THE FINE MEAL TONIGHT

#PLSSS #I JUST WANNA RUN AWAY WITH HIM #AND LIVE IN A LITTLE COTTAGE #IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK :(((((#anatomical heart anon

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 year

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It’s CMA-

I forgot two things since I was so upset lmfao: first of all, I see that chanthony slip in there👀 they were totally doing that thing where they’re both way too cautious/oblivious/nervous to start anything, but I agree that after the duel they’re going to totally get together.

Oh my god between Simon and daphne being caught in a scandal and now benedict and clover- I wonder if Charlotte and Anthony will be too lmao. Like imagine the heart attack lady bridgerton will have lmaooooo like why have I raised my children so poorly.

But the other bridgerton sibs are going to be roasting them about this for the rest of their lives. And whenever they’re going to get in trouble they’re just going to be like ‘hey mom at least I wasn’t a part of the great trifecta of scandals in that one season’ LMAO can you imagine???

Also anthony being honor bound to wed Charlotte- it being a reminder of his duty, of what he is going to have to leave behind. THE ANGST!! THE DRAMA!! And Charlotte wouldn’t understand why he’d be so torn/distancing himself and wondering if it was her.

This isn’t even canon yet and I’m already losing my fucking mind.

Okay the other thing I wanted to say was that Josie and clover remind me of petal and her sister in twisted!!! I know we haven’t met her yet but just the overprotective older sister vibes and the ability to be a lot tougher/meaner than the younger sister, plus the feeling that they must protect their younger siblings/failed them when they got hurt by their parents.

As a bonus, teddy is totally the equivalent of petal’s niece

Fuck I am losing my mind over every single detail in this story it is so fucking good (I’m not surprised because it’s you and your stuff is always amazing, but I am relishing it)

also I feel like I’m way more invested in every single detail than I was in enamored idk why lol. Maybe clover is more relatable??

also I feel like those hour long YouTube videos going in depth on a single tv episode or whatever, and meanwhile everyone else is like ‘maybe the curtains really are just blue and it doesn’t mean anything’ lmao

I need another word besides also. Every time I send an ask I use that word 20 million times lmao but that’s just the equivalent of me rambling on without a plan I guess lol

Omg omgggg❤️❤️

I feel like the duel will definitely serve as a wake up call for them 😍

Wait, are we calling them Chanthony or Lothany by the way? 😁

Lolll Clover and Benedict starting this season's scandal marriages 😂

‘hey mom at least I wasn’t a part of the great trifecta of scandals in that one season’ I AM DYING AT THIS-

Darling this is hilarious! 😂 Someone would definitely say it, and both Anthony and Benedict would be glaring at them 😂

Oooh Anthony being honor bound to wed Charlotte! That would be very interesting! Like, I think Charlotte is such a sweet romantic, so she would be so confused as to why he all of a sudden got a bit distant with her 😱 But he can never be distant with her for so long so eventually -before the wedding- he would open up to her 🥰

I totally see what you mean with Josie! Like, she's definitely much tougher than Clover and very protective of her, just like Mina was with Petal ❤️

Awww this is so sweet of you! 🥰🥰 ILYSM!❤️

I feel like those hour long YouTube videos going in depth on a single tv episode or whatever, and meanwhile everyone else is like ‘maybe the curtains really are just blue and it doesn’t mean anything’ My love, I majored in literature, the curtains are never just blue for me 😂❤️ Symbolism my beloved 😂

I'm the sameeee! I use "like" and "also" a lot so no worries, I get you 😂😂

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little-orphan-ant · 1 year

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14 15 and 20 for the oc asks :3

ilysm always adore an excuse to infodump abt my gay sons

choosing Jamie bc he's my boy <3

14. An embarrassing secret about your OC?

...just one? Jamie is such a dork he has so many embarrassing secrets. if he was alive now he would prolly read a fuckton of fanfiction and then get really awkward/embarrassed if anyone found out bc he would think it was really nerdy (even thought he Is A Nerd).

but as for canon era... (besides the obvious Gay n shit fdkhsjkjas) Jamie went through a sort of phase when he was 11 (when Hal was off at school and J was all alone and sad) where he wrote a bunch of poetry and fancied himself a man of literature. our boy thought his poems were So Amazing and Good but uh. they were not. sorry J. leave the writing to Hal.

15. who is your OC’s best friend?

wooooo Hal our beloved <3

but other than Hal, his closest friend is prolly Lewie, or maybe Jack before the whole Catastrophe (dont ask me what happened idk either jfdsjkfhjdsk i cant plot books)

20. a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

awww this one's cute <3

J considers himself as having two separate childhoods: Before Gold Rush and After Gold Rush, so im gonna do one for each

Before Gold Rush: Jamie is six years old. he, Drew, and Dahlia are running through a corn field behind their house, the stalks glowing orange in the sunset light. the air is filled with laughter and happy shrieks as they trip over each other and land in a heap in the dirt. in the distance, their mother appears in the doorway and calls for them to come in for supper. the sun forms a halo behind Jamie as he scrambles up and dashes toward the house, Drew and Dahlia at his feet. he can't believe anyone could have a better life than he is at that moment.

After Gold Rush: now Jamie is ten. the world is ablaze with color, the reds and oranges and yellows of the trees seeming to whisper his name. he's under the oak tree in Hal's garden, breathing in the sweet smell of pinecones and fallen leaves. Jamie has his head on Hal's lap and Hal is twirling his curls, back and forth, back and forth. they're nothing in particular, but at the time it seemed the world was made just for them.

#<3 <3 ily this was so much fun #jamie and hal #ant's moots <3 #eli pretends he can write

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wanda-the-anaconda · 1 year

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it is zorse zonkey zaturday yet again. and today i have for you, just the crappiest poem ever.

*ahem*

my love, my life, my beloved lynnguine

the question that lies, is whether the zorse and the zonkey

know that i love you dearly

my friend the zorse is beginning to get tired

of all the things i say

of how i always pray

for you to see me in the same way

my friend the zonkey has since helped me out of this plight

because i could not contain my utter fright

that comes with baring my soul for you to see

but that came with not letting my love be set free

so now i’m here to say, with no ghosts, no wind, no strike through to hide behind

i’d like to always be at your side

i’d like for you to be at mine

so as i speak please understand

it’s all because of the zonkey and the zorse,

that i tell you i love you more than the sun loves the moon and the tides love the shore

///

now excuse me as i go hide under a rock for the rest of my life

OKAY THIS HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING

I wanted to think of something eloquent to say but my brain has been deprived of good words. so.

I figured I've deprived the world of zorse zonkey zaturday long enough I'm sorry world

also ilysm rj you are so fantastic and amazing mwah

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hyeque · 2 years

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RISU. I have been marinating in your tags all day. And let me just say I LOVE YOU SM?!? on both your tags for my akaashi and ushijima fics... there's a lot to unpack SO firstly,

WE ARE READER. i have only recently considered annotating with transparent post-it notes but honestly I like my books looking 'unread'. BUT ALSO YES. so, pretty much all of those books are books I have read!!

1Q84 - I've read MANY Murakami books but I always really liked this one!! There are definitely some uh, adult themes that people might not vibe with in Murakami books and I get that but overall I LOVE his worlds.

Night Circus - I'm actually halfway done with this book and I really, really like it so far!

Love in the time of Cholera - my ultimate favorite book, probably? I actually lended my copy to my bf when we had first started dating.

Before The Coffee Gets Cold - I have not read this yet but I want to!!

Memoirs of A Polar Bear - I picked and read this book and a whim and I liked that it was literally a generational book on this polar bear family. My bf and I are in a LDR and this was one of the first books I chose for our little book club. The other book he chose was Circe, WHICH I HAVEN'T READ YET BUT HAVE HEARD GREAT THINGS ABOUT.

ANYWAY, that honestly warms my heart so much that this is probably your favorite piece of my writing??! I wasn't feeling confident about writing for akaashi because I don't feel like I have a strong grasp on his character BUT it made my day to read that. :'))))

SECONDLY, so sorry for making you hungry whenever you read my fics!! i literally have another wip for komori and it's literally pasta night LOL so. but of course I had to throw in some tendou crumbs! i feel like my fics aren't complete without referencing another character lol. ooo, but honestly lemonade from scratch sounds SO SO GOOD. and takes me back to when I was a kid collecting lemons in our yard to make lemonade in the summer :'))

This got really long BUT, I just want you to know that I love you and I super appreciate your tags in a way that I don't think I could articulate well in words. I just get filled with warm fuzzies and stuff when i see your name pop up in my notifs <3 <3

LAURA MY BELOVED ‼️💗💗💗 i’m so sorry for not replying right away, my fatigue got the best of me and i literally passed out and went to sleep in the middle of cleaning.

but literally ilysm, and yanno i gotta tell you how much i adore u and your writing all the time LMAO but i totally feel you about akaashi’s characterization bc he’s quite complex sometimes imo. but the way you wrote him was so seamless and (perhaps he reminds you of your boyfriend in ways?) makes sm sense.

i never thought of giving transparent post it notes a go, so i’ll have to revisit that idea bc at least that can make things somewhat neater (? idk if that makes sense) and i also like placing color coded markers (for like quotes, or new words, characters introduced, etc).

i’m going to write these books down and check them out! i haven’t read solid books in a good minute (only manga lol) and if you say they’re good then i just know they’ll be amazing !! i think that it is absolutely adorable that you and your boyfriend have a little book club, that sounds like literally a scene out of a movie <3

omg pasta w komori sounds lovely !! i love pasta a lot and haven’t read for komori so i’m excited to see how you do your boy justice !! i think it’s always lovely to reference other characters and i do the same bc it just seems natural to hehe <3 but ty for the tendo crumbs !! making homemade lemonade is fun, i haven’t done it in awhile but it’s therapeutic to just make something, yanno ? :0

i appreciate leaving tags behind on ur work and that they make you happy !! you deserve the love bc you write the most beautiful things and the world deserves to know!! i’m gonna finish your ushi series tomorrow and can’t wait to read the rest of it ! ilysm laura dearest <3

#chats with: laura

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getoswhore · 3 years

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ASIAH BABY HIIIII! finally, i’m here!

i would absolutely LOVE prompt three with eren because i’m a brat who needs to be punished (maybe, idk) anywho, with the types being breeding, edging, orgasm denial, overstim, & degrading….. when it comes to eren i kinda go crazy🥴

— love, purity <3

♡. APOLOGIZE WITH YOUR PUSSY! ─ eren yeager.

♡. my 1k event!

♡. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ eren x f!reader

♡. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 1.8k+ wc. sws. modern au. breeding (& kink). no prep cause eren is a big ol meanie. oral sex (m. receiving). edging. heavy orgasm denial. overstimulation. degrading (& kink). degrading. did i mention degrading? creampie. spanking. throat fucking. pet names. humiliation. sadomasochism(?). face smacking (with eren’s big dick, like twice). (17+).

♡. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ─ PURITY. BB. ‘M SO HAPPY YOU WANNA REQ FOR MY EVENT!! and omg it's so juicy. <3 ty for joining and being a part of this my love!! ilysm, please enjoy!! p.s– i miss you so much. :(( hope you see this luv.

THE ROUGH HANDS that held at your hips to easily shove you through your apartment door with foul intent belonged to your beloved boyfriend, eren yeager. those cold hands of his were quick to heave your stiff frame down to the closest flat surface soon as he pushed you in to get a good look at your irritated eyes.

both of your gazes sharply connect with ill intent, and you can see in those eyes of his twitch, his brain in a different mode, a mode that he has switched gears from empathy to cold emotional indifference.

he was pissed, to say the least..

"where did all this attitude come from?" his hands rested beside your thighs, caving you in with his larger frame.

your hanging legs sway slowly, eyes falling to the wall behind eren and letting out a small huff, only to feel five lithe fingers clip beneath your chin, yanking your face and forcing your eyes on him.

"answer me."

fingers tightly wrapped around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks inward. you gulp down that bubbling resentment clawing at your throat,

"'m sorry.." was all you could muster up without sounding pitiful with emotions spiraling with anger and sudden arousal.. seeing him like this, verdant eyes hooded, broad chest heaving, shoulders tensed, quick breaths leaving his slicked lips, brown flowing locks sticking to his face as he looks down at you with animosity really made your thighs shift together..

which didn't go unnoticed..

"huh, that's all you gotta say? when i pulled you away from armin cause you were acting like a little attention whore and you wanna start talking back and giving me attitude, that's all you gotta say? just sorry?" you nod in hopes the plea in your fluttering eyes was enough.

"no, no, no. i wanna hear you say, sorry for being a little slut with armin and giving attitude to you, eren. let me hear it." his deep voice anchored you down into compliance and his grip didn't loosen, instead tightened; clipped nails creating crescents into the fat of your cheeks.

"'m sorry for being a little slut with armin and giving attitude to you eren." you whine into his grip as he shakes his head, still unsatisfied.

"you don't sound sorry baby, your gonna have to apologize a lot better than that." he titters, acknowledging the warmth coming from your face. and eren knows that look in your eyes, that look of a firey allure with sparks, or was it tears glossing your puppy-like eyes? it didn't matter. cause the shifting of your thighs, sweet friction, yet not enough to compare made him know exactly how you were feeling.

"oh, so that apology clearly meant nothing," eren releases your face, feeling a second of release only to feel that same tight grip move to the back of your neck, "cause you're still acting like a bitch in heat." he maneuvers your body with ease, your knees buckling to the soft floors below you.

you felt your core flutter, feeling you're cunt dampen your panties at the feeling of him taking control like this and it all feels rightfully deserved.

"you want cock that badly, baby? hm? you that cock-hungry?" eren watches you with hooded eyes, watching your plush thighs squeeze together and your head nod meekly.

"oh, yeah?"

a quick sound of a buckle clasping before hitting the floor, his jeans now crumpled up at his ankles. your mind was running on a frenzy watching how he was quick to fumble with the hem of his briefs next, yanking them down until his fully erect cock sprang free, hitting against his abdomen.

you flinched slightly, worried his length would smack against your face but that worry came to a fault. eren's eyes were burning with arousal and laced with that still irritation as his fingers curled around his length, thumb swiping over his slit that thumped with pre. that worry came and for the first time you felt eren's hefty cock hit against your cheek before feeling it smack against your wet lips roughly.

"now open up you cock hungry whore." he growls, as you oblige, letting him shove the crown of his cock past your lips and lodging himself down your throat. the feeling of his sheer mass sliding down your windpipe mercilessly made your stomach churn, yet it shot a wave of pleasure down to your sopping cunt.

eren’s large hand laid flat against your head as his other gripped at your jaw, forcing your throat to take in more of him, as if that was even possible. quickly, a series of wet sounds fill the living room as you suck and slurp around him, and eren smirks at this, watching those batting eyes of yours well up with tears of pleasure as saliva begins to escape from the corners of your stuffed mouth.

eren feels the vibrations of your gags and grutal moans suffocating around his cock, but it falls deaf to his ears. as his tip brushes further down your throat, his pelvis meeting the tip of your nose, your hands squeeze at his toned thighs, nails digging into the fabric, trying to manage to find a rhythm to move your head back and forth with him. but the strong grip eren has on you was controlling every movement you were trying to make; large hands bobbing your head up and down his length, hips rolling into your warm mouth..

your eyes roll back when black specs begin to appear in your vision. teeth ever so slightly scrape at the wet skin of his meat before he pulls you off with a wet pop. your brain stutters for a second, spit still clinging from your lips to his cock, and drool drips down your chin with a small bit of pre to follow.

you still hadn't caught your breath or cleared your vision to fully understand how he was so quick to drag your limp body over to the couch, flopping your frame onto the soft cushion with your head pressing into a pillow and your ass wiggling high up for him.

fully submitted, you let him rip away those tight clothes you were wearing earlier to flaunt around in and he let it be known those clothes will never be seen again..

the shreds of cloth, barely hit the floor before he was already on you. his legs were planted between yours, forcing you to spread impossibly wide as his cock head rubbed between your slick folds and pressed against your clit, stimulating your brain to catch a sharp breath of air. but before you had a chance too, eren was already filling you to the hilt with his size, feeling his thumping tip kissing your cervix at one hard, powerful thrust. and even after years of being with him, a fierce yelp at the shock of his rough, imposing presence within you still felt all the new..

"yeah, you like that don't you, huh? the feeling of me using you like a little cocksleve you are?" he grunted, sucking in the cold air between his teeth sharply.

you whimper, nodding your head in response. the harsh words that fell from his lips could leave a bad taste in anyone's mouth, but it only made your body shake more with pleasure and eren knew that. he knows you enjoy the feeling of him spreading your legs further, positioning your body just the way he wanted, and using you entirely for his own pleasure as well. he knows because of the way you're gummy walls would flutter around him in satisfaction.

your babbling mouth spilled nothing of actual words, but only moans of different pitches and squeals as eren drills his cock impossibly deep into you. eren grabs a handful of the curve of your ass, squeezing at the tender flesh roughly before raising his hand beside his head and drawing a fierce slap to the skin.

immediately, tingles lick up your spine, feeling a coarse of ripples run through your body from the sting. a weak whine of pain mixed with pleasure jumps from your throat and both go ignored as he repeats his harsh action until he's left satisfied with the thought it'll swell up and bruise with a print.

all of this sweet friction and sensation left you suddenly hanging on the edge. feeling your mouth flood with drool at the excitement of a sweet high approaching rapidly and eren can tell, feeling your walls grip around him needily.

you needed one more powerful thrust to set you off the edge but that high soon faded, feeling him pull out quickly and settle between your plump lips. a whine spills from your mouth unintentionally.

you were right there..

in the grasp of it..

only for him to just still behind you, making that feeling just drift away without a care..

“no. you don't get to cum. this is a punishment and something you shouldn't even be enjoying, whore.” he snaps, watching carefully until your breathing settled before driving his cock back into you.

his knees dig into the couch as he drags your hips back against him; cock pistoning in and out of your spasming cunt. as he thrusts into you, eren’s body leans forward just enough for his large hands to grip at both sides of the curve of your neck; allowing him to straighten your back up, but not allowing you to move an inch to get away from his heavy, savage thrusts.

while he continued his battering pace, eren quickly realized this was the perfect position to wrap his toned arms under yours and lock his fingers at the back of your neck; pulling you flush against his heaving chest. this tight position rendered you even more helpless against him than he had you before.

unable to brace yourself in any way as he was jackhammering his cock into you until you were practically hanging from his cock and those powerful arms of his.

your mouth hinges, feeling the crown of his cock pressing up against your soft spot in this new position. feeling that same warm sensation building in your tummy once again and eren could tell, and again, he stilled.

you wanted to cry.

actually having a taste of that sweet high only for it to get spat out. he was practically bullying your abused little cunt.

"unt unt. what did i just tell you, huh? you're not allowed to cum and if you do, you'll seriously get some consequences," he waited again, watching your eyes gloss with tears from the side, "cry all you want, it only makes you look more cock hungry." eren chuckles deeply, chest rumbling at your desperate plea.

you huff deeply and now that feeling was gone.. until he continued with his animalistic thrusts, once again..

helplessly clenching around his throbbing length much harder as he continued to pound into you, reaching for his own high. his mouth rested close to your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin, and those sharp white teeth of his sink into your shoulder. his tongue swirling around the sweet and sweaty skin as your cries of pain are added to the ecstatic ones that are still pouring.

“‘m gonna fill you up, stuff you so full of my cum.” eren lets out a raw growl, not letting go until he's pumped ferociously into you for the very last time before grabbing ahold of his ecstasy. the feeling of thick ribbons of warm cum spilling deeply into your walls made you exhale sharply. you could feel it spurt inside of you so deeply; directly at your womb and flooding it.

"fuck." eren breathes out. his lips curl slightly as he lets go of you with no remorse, watching you fumble over as if you just ran a track course. your breathing was still coming in ragged pants as tears soon began to spill, sobbing he didn't let you cum with him as he always does.

"knock it off ‘n be glad i even came in you, slut.”

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