#‘im sitting in a room’ type beat

[dixonrising]

We're Together

pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

summary: After someone else try's to get with you Daryl makes it known your his.

"Im goin' on a run with Glenn" Daryl said as he entered your cell, "Be back before dark."

You nodded turning to him," Be safe," you smiled at the man before you. You stepped closer placing a kiss to his cheek before he turned to leave.

You and Daryl never defined what you were but, there is a mutual understanding that you were more than friends.

-

"Hey, Ronnie!" You said as you took the seat next to him.

"I’m glad you're on watch," He smiled. Your face looked questioning as you spoke again, "Why is that?"

"I have been meaning to ask you something," He spoke nervously as he turned to face you even more.

"I noticed it's just you in your cell, I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to maybe," he paused taking your hand in his," maybe, try us? like together?" He questioned.

You nearly laughed," Ronnie, that's sweet but, I’m not interested," You spoke softly, moving your hand from his, "Daryl, is well," You paused unsure of how to continue, "I'm not sure what Daryl would call us." You laughed.

"Dixon?" He questioned,” Doesn’t seem like the type to settle down.”  

“Like I said I am not sure what we are?” You said, genuinely feeling as though you and Daryl might never become anything.

“Well you know where to find me, if that cell of yours is still empty’” He said laughing.

“You got it, Ronnie.” You smiled knowing that would never be happening any time soon.

Little did you know though Daryl had heard that whole interaction between the pair of you.

-

"How, was your shift?" Maggie asked as you entered the prison.

"Terrible," You nearly laughed," Ronnie, asked me out.” She joined in the laughter barely believing what you had said.

"Well, we're on duty together tomorrow," She smiled.

You were more than happy with that. "Alright, Mags, I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow, I'm beat." You smiled at the girl before heading to your cell.

You were confused to see bags, outside of the door and a mattress being pulled into the cell. You headed to the door hearing a rather loud groan.

"Daryl?" You questioned stepping into the cell," What are you doing?"

"Nothin'" He said, lifting his mattress onto the top bunk. He moved past you bringing his bags into the room.

"So this is a thing now?" You questioned sitting on the bed.

"You don't want me in here?" He asked sitting next to you.

"I am more than fine with you being in here." You smiled, "But, why the sudden want?"

"I over heard that douche, Ronnie, hittin' on ya," He said looking down twiddling with his fingers.

You smiled, "Jealous?" You questioned.

"No." Daryl responded now looking at you.

"You crazy, you know that right?" You asked.

He smiled shaking his head.

"Just don't bring anything you catch in here," You smiled laying back on the bed," And I guess you can stay."

He laughed laying back next to you, "If you don't want me in 'ere, I can go," He laughed as you snuggled into his side. His arm moving behind your head.

“oh no, your staying,” You laughed into his chest.

-

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[yanderefarm]

yandere vampire's pet

cw;; dehumanization?, blood, vampires, humans as pets, yandere, angst, suggestive

this is the last named and drawn oc i have ready. i still have two more concepts in my drafts but they're not finished yet.

this might not show his yandere tendencies as well as characters like ares or emil but he's more of a self destructive type. he's more likely to hurt himself for doing something wrong than he is likely to hurt someone for touching you.

also i had to include the vampire guilt and angst im only human (human with a guilt kink)

you're a vampire lord in a world run by vampires with a yandere human pet who you found in a run down human farm after he basically threw himself at you. who clung to your leg and insisted he tasted so sweet you wouldn't regret taking in. who you took pity on seeing his scarred neck and decided to take him with you home.

you fed him and brought him to full health in a year. on the anniversary he begged on his knees for you to make him your pet. you complied. you didn't expect the preservation procedure that would allow him to stay with you forever to mess up his brain. or maybe this was always his personality.

he begged you every day to feed on him. he would sneak into your bed chamber and cut his neck to wake you up. he would sit himself in your lap around noon and undo his shirt buttons to give you easy access. if you dared to refuse him he would cry and beg so pathetically.

you made him this way why didn't you want him? he would often cry until you feel guilty for destroying his humanity. you always gave into him. he always got clingier. he tried not to get in your way during work but one day you let him lay his head on your lap and sit in your office quietly all day. so you had to let him again the next day.

if he really pushed too far you would lock him in an old attic room. oh how he sobbed. you would open the door the next day to be met with his bloodshot eyes that held no light. he would kiss your shoes and cling to your legs while he spoke hoarse apologies. you always forgave him and carried him in your arms to eat breakfast.

on the occasions that you two went to a party held by your fellow vampire lords he would always try to show off. you'd buy him new clothes and a new ribbon to hide his old scars. he liked being the most beautiful arm candy for you. it wasn't unusual for high quality pets to get passed around at these parties. at the end of the night he would often find himself in a strange bed, dizzy from being bled and pathetically crying for you.

your dear pet had spent the whole night being ravaged while you were doing business. his naked and used body laying in the unfamiliar bed, barely conscious. you sighed as you sunk onto the bed, your added weight causing him to shift slightly but he made no noise. usually by now he would be sobbing and reaching wildly for you, those degenerates must have really worked him hard.

you reached out and played with a piece of his hair. "I'm sorry, you poor pathetic creature."

your cold lifeless hands gently brush against his warm cheek. his body finally shifts a little, instinctively pulling away from the cold. you can't help the sad smile that falls on your lips seeing that. you forget how cold you are with how he clings to you at every opportunity. you can smell his blood right now and the tug of your instincts tells you to feed. you forget that you're a monster with how he treats you with such adoration and reverence.

"your life would have been better if you never met me." you push his hair away from his neck, revealing the old scars with fresh wounds scattered among them. your fingers brush against his pulse and he gasps.

you watch his olive eyes blink open slowly, they look almost too heavy to open. you want to gently close them like one would a corpse but the wide smile that spreads across his face stops you. if your heart could still beat you're sure it would have skipped.

"good morning." you said softly.

he used all his remaining strength to wrap around your waist. "y/n..."

his voice is so hoarse and he sounds so exhausted but there's the undeniable happiness. you guide his head to your lap, cold fingers twirling around his hair again.

"was i good...?" his eyes blinked slow again.

"yes. you were so amazing again tonight." you felt the weight of guilt pressing against your chest.

"reward m'...~" you knew he was asking you to indulge in him as so many others had tonight so you just ignored him.

you gently gathered him up in your arms, the top sheet draping over his body. you grabbed his discarded ribbon off the bed before you began carrying him out. the ribbon was sat on his stomach and his weak hands fiddled with it idly. he seemed to be too deep in thought to let sleep overtake him again.

"master... 'm glad you made me...." he nuzzled his head against your chest.

"your father made you." you corrected as you approached your carriage.

"no... y'... made m' y'r pathetic creature." his eyes finally started to close. "so glad m' life is master's.."

[qlossytbh]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you were in an accident and both you and spencer are figuring out how to deal with it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 angst, typical criminal minds content, reader gets beat up, physical violence, descriptions of physical injury’s, lots of freaking out, mild panic attack, angst + comfort, established relationship

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.5k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 this fic is inspired entirely on billie’s eilish’s the 30th. haven’t been posting but i’ve got a lot of almost finished drafts and requests im getting through atm

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Sometimes, Spencer hated his limitless memory.

Because of course, it worked wonders when he had to remember important dates, or endless facts that came remarkably handy in cases. Things no one else even considers remembering. Amazing for remembering favorite things of his favorite people, or remembering things they’d previously mentioned liking.

It was amazing until it found ways to haunt him.

He remembered when Morgan pulled to a stop, glancing up at the red light in front of him. He remembered when Penelope typed away aimlessly in the back of the car, reading out a few connections she found between this particular Unsub and the third and hopefully last victim. Everything was fine.

They almost had the case figured out. Hotch had called in, (exactly twenty-three minutes ago) informing them that that you and Emily had a lead on the whereabouts of the Unsub.

He remembered the tone in Morgan’s voice when he picked up the phone. “What?”

Both him and Penelope had glanced his way absentmindedly, not really thinking much of it.

“Do they know who yet?” He had asked, taking a sudden sharp turn towards the left. The pair watched as Morgan’s face fell, and his grip on the steering wheel had tightened. He remembered the look on Penelope’s face as she quickly glanced over at him, who probably looked equally as worried, if not more. Something hadn’t been sitting right, at all— he remembered from the second the day had started something inside him was telling him that.

“What’s going on?” Penelope's voice was shaky when she set her computer down to the side. Spencer just kept his eyes on Derek, narrowing them slightly at the subtle gulp in his throat and the way he nervously looked over at him. Not Penelope, him.

“Derek—“

He remembered when he told him that you had been hurt and how he was unable to think of anything else.

He looked forward towards the road, avoiding the way his co-worker and friend sat up in his seat, straining against his seatbelt as his chest turned to face him. “I don’t know exactly what happened, Hotch just told me she was ambushed and they’re now waiting on the ambulance.”

“Ambulance?” He could’ve sworn his heart dropped into the very pits of his stomach.

Penelope covered her mouth, tears already boring into them with a soft gasp that came from her mouth. “Is she okay?”

Derek’s mouth twisted into a straight line as he opened his mouth to speak and Spencer swore he had never felt as much panic course through him.

He didn’t usually freak out, but he swore his head just stopped working right there and then. All he was able to think about was getting to you. “They don’t know—“

“Drive.” Spencer told Derek. With a firm nod and no room for complaint, he stepped on the gas pedal, signaling on the sirens as he swerved through the streets.

Six minutes and thirty five point two seconds.

That's how long it took for them to get to the scene, where two ambulances and cop cars seemed displayed around the small suburban home. He felt time move as if it were in slow motion.

The car hadn’t even come to a stop and Spencer was already stumbling throughout the door, pushing his shaky legs towards the already chaotic scene.

Unbearable noises surrounded him— people clattering and shouting about, orders being thrown around aimlessly, sirens and bypassers stopping to gasp and gaunt at the scene.

Two officers were down on the floor, covered by a simple thin white cloth and he felt the nausea settle in. Just the thought of one of them being you made his knees grow weak and the bile quickly hike its way up his throat.

Before he could rush around in attempts to find you, his eyes landed on Hotch, hunched over a moving stretcher surrounded by about three, maybe even more, medics.

It all seemed visceral. An automatic response. Soon enough his legs were pushing him towards the stretcher that made its way towards the ambulance. “Hotch—“

He turned around, and allowed just enough space to reveal your absolutely destroyed form. Your eyes kept fluttering open and close, seemingly bothered by all the noise and light. Your breathing sounded strangled, covered by the oxygen mask you had on but the sound alone was something Spencer was sure would haunt him until the day he died.

He still remembered.

Spencer felt like he had been punched in the stomach. All he could do was push one of the medics aside and hunch over you as you fought against the universe itself to regain consciousness.

“Hey,” He cooed, voice tightening and nearly breaking in a cry. He cleared his throat and blinked through his tears, smiling down at you.

You couldn’t say a single word, but you mustered enough strength to lift your pinky, grazing it against his knuckles. Your face showed a much different reaction though, furrowing your brows in what seemed to be excruciating pain.

“She’s mostly unresponsive,” The medics informed. Spencer followed them alongside Hotch, until they got to the ambulance, clicking the stretcher upwards.

“Hey, listen to me,” He whispered, ducking down so he was closer to you. “I love you, okay?”

Your small fist grabbed the fabric of his shirt, not wanting him to leave your side, but it was hurting you too much to hold on. Your fist feebly fell and the medics somehow pushed him off and you were taken into the ambulance and he really didn’t know if that was the last time he’d see you.

He watched the doors slam shut, frozen completely in his place. He remembered watching the ambulance drive away and having to stop his legs from running after it. He remembered Hotch trying to grab his attention from the disappearing ambulance.

He remembered thinking non-stop but for the first time ever, wanting to stop it and not being able to.

Something so alarming started to awaken within him and he wasn’t really sure what to do with himself.

He spent thirteen hours and sixteen minutes in the hospital that night and next morning. Hotch and the others came by in turns to keep him company in the cold empty waiting room, but he didn’t budge.

The second to stay the most was Emily, given how she was also attacked at the scene but much less severely. She ended up with a few bruises and scratches— she silently wished it had been more.

Maybe then the damage on you would’ve been less.

He remembered sitting with Morgan and the others when the doctors came in, informing him that you had gone into hypovolemic shock and they needed to perform an emergency surgery to stop the internal bleeding that was causing your vitals to plummet.

Spencer even remembered, word by word and syllable by syllable that there was a high chance that you may not even wake up from the surgery due to how much trauma your body had received.

Three broken ribs, dozens, maybe hundreds, lacerations scattered across your arms and stomach, a ruptured spleen and a concussion. That wasn’t even including all the bits of physiological trauma you now had to attack once— and if— you woke up.

Spencer seriously felt his resolve to remain calm crumple the second the medics mentioned that the Unsub used a metal pole to beat you nearly to death.

He had asked for every detail and he remembered each one and how utterly hopeless they all made him feel. He cried, because he simply didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t know how to fix it, or how to help— he wasn’t even sure he could.

Because what if he had been there instead of Emily? What if he was able to stop it? What if more backup was sent in, what if when you had told him you felt off this morning when going into work he’d tell you to stay put and rest it off? What would’ve happened then?

What if he would’ve gone with Emily instead of you, what if you were actually lifeless when they had found you? What if you didn’t wake up? What if this meant he’d never get to hold you for a last time, and had to stick with the memory of seeing you bloody and bruised. What if you never actually—

“Reid,” Spencer looked up from his palms, which holstered themselves on his knees by his elbows. Emily smiled at him meekly. “She’s awake,”

Spencer looked around, blinking heavily and realizing he was in the same cold hospital waiting room he’s been in for the past day and a half.

He opened his mouth to speak, but realized it was incredibly dry. Too dry. He cleared out his throat with a firm cough and nodded, standing up feebly.

They walked down the quiet hallway, something so heavy hanging in the air. Just the patterning of his shoes and Emily’s heels bouncing off the walls along with the shuffling of their clothes. Spencer swore he wouldn’t be okay until he saw you but even then he didn’t think he’d be okay. How was any of this going to be okay?

Emily led him to a door and when they pushed it open, you were staring at the wall, seemingly in some kind of deep whirlwind of thoughts. A small knock offered by Emily caught your attention. You turned your head to the side, probably expecting another endless round of nurses. But to your surprise, there stood the one person you’d been wanting to see after this whole ordeal.

A broad yet tired smile made its way onto your face while laying back into the pillows. Spencer took you in, letting out a shaky breath. Your hair was disheveled, and your eyes looked tired. Soft and welcoming but hiding something so much deeper underneath that he’d have to be an idiot to not notice it.

There was a stitch on your forehead and the lash line of one of your eyes protruded a growing dark purple bruise. There were machines and cables and needles stuck beside and into you. And the more Spencer noticed, the more he wished he hadn’t.

“Hey,” Your voice was raspier than usual, small and steady, Spencer noticed this.

But then you smiled just like you used to before the accident and he couldn’t have found you any more beautiful.

“Hey,” He finally answered, walking up to the side of your bed. “How— How are you feeling?”

“I’ll give you guys some privacy.” Emily said, slipping past the door and leaving the two of you to your own accord.

“I’m okay,” You whispered, sounding so small and frail it nearly broke any ounce of self control he was mustering to avoid breaking into tears. “The pain meds are helping a bit,”

He gave you a silent understanding nod. His hand held onto the railing of your bed, not entirely knowing what to say or how to act. You watched him intently, noticing how he couldn’t really bring himself to look at you.

“Do you remember anything?” You turned to stare at the wall, trying to recall anything about the attack, but you unfortunately— some would argue fortunately— didn’t.

You shifted in your bed, scrunching your face in pain in the process, which Spencer noticed. Again. Of course he did.

Spencer looked down at you, dangerously entering territory where the back of his eyes burned, and his own mind bit at him, and he just didn’t know what to do with all the huge feelings that swarmed around inside him.

“Not really,” You muttered, scrunching your nose with a small huff. Spencer reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and letting his hand cup the side of your cheek.

“You really scared me,” You leaned into the touch of his palm.

“I’m sorry,” He shook his head before he even spoke, blinking rapidly to prevent any tears from falling.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I almost died,”

Okay, they were starting there. Great.

You had said it in barely above a whisper, staring at your lap and preventing Spencer from getting a look in your eyes. Your lips tugged into a frown. And Spencer said your name, trying to catch your attention.

Suddenly it all hit you. The gravity of it all. It came in stronger than a tidal wave, than a slap you didn’t even see coming. You felt the burning in your ribs, the rips and tears in your skin, the slight swell of your eye, the rattling of your own skull.

Spencer pulled out a chair and sat on it to level himself to your height. He reached out a hand and laced his fingers with yours.

It felt hard to breathe.

More silence.

“You okay?” You sucked in a sharp breath that came out as a little squeak, and suddenly you wanted to cry. Because you were tired of feeling so broken and feeling how every inch of your body hurt.

You shook your head and as soon as you did, a broken sob left your mouth. Your hands flew up quickly, attempting to hide the broken fragments of your gaze. Spencer heard every shard of the glass his heart had been made of around you shatter. He sat up, attempting to hold you from the side in any way he could, letting you cry out all the trauma you received in the past two days.

And you did cry it out, and your ribs burned, your head was pounding and you felt every ache and bruise in your body worsen. Seeing you like this hurt him more than any pain that had ever been inflicted on him.

Spencer pulled away from you once you had calmed down enough and brought one hand to the side of your face, leisurely dragging his thumb against your cheek bone and anywhere any stray tears fell.

“Dang it,” You sniffled, bringing the back of your palm up and rubbing your nose. “This is not how I wanted you to see me after my mini coma,”

Spencer knew you couldn’t keep serious for more than fifteen minutes at a time even if your life depended on it. He’d let you stall the situation this time however. He knows the two of you needed it.

“You look so pretty,” You smiled at his words, looking at him with so much gratitude and leaning into his palm, trying to find refuge in it.

“I bet I do,” You narrowed your eyes at him and he leaned forward pressing a kiss to your lips. You grabbed the wrist of the hand that held your face while he kissed you and gave it a small squeeze, hopefully letting him know how much you cared and appreciated him.

He pulled away, sitting back into the chair but intertwining his fingers with yours, reminding himself to always drag his fingers comfortingly across your knuckles and allow you to know he wasn’t ever leaving your side again.

“They had to change my IV needle,” You decided to stall for a bit. “The vein on my right arm wasn’t doing the job.”

“Really?” He knew that wasn’t entirely possible and that the doctors probably did an ass job at inserting it there in the first place, but he let you wonder on. “How’d that feel?”

“Im afraid of needles, but!-“ You shuffled a little bit around on your pillow for more comfort, huffing proudly. “I squeezed my eyes and tried thinking back on that book that talks about marxist criticism you read to me last week,”

He smiled warmly, bringing your hand over to him and kissing your wrist. “My brave girl,”

You let out a laugh, and he knew then he’d sleep a little better that night. He always did when you were by him.

“Hey Spence,”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay?” You asked earnestly.

Spencer squeezed your hand. “Your pain meds are hitting you stronger than you thought if you think for a second that i’m leaving your side,”

You smiled. “I’m not going anywhere angel, I promise.”

The two of you basked in each other's silence. You closed your eyes and tried to alleviate the burning in your lungs as your breath shaked from the crying. Spencer just watched you, appreciating a while longer the small freckles and marks across your face.

“Spence,” He hummed, “I’m scared.”

He sighed heavily. Suddenly realizing that this wasn’t something easy to come. And he was too, because he almost lost the love of his life and he didn’t know what that information would do to him, much less to you.

For the first time, Spencer was out of smart answers and reasons why this would all be okay. It was hard for him to think he’d never feel this scared of loosing you again, and that idea haunted him.

“So am I,”

[sheyfu]

in sleepless nights, i find solitude in you

FEATURING itoshi sae, itoshi rin, oliver aiku, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, and shoei barou

CW oliver aiku

SYNOPSIS what they like to do on sleepless nights with you

NOTE these are hcs and are not reflective of their characters!

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi sae - hearing you talk about your day

- a mundane, yet intimate moment between you two - he finds it so endearing when you talk about your day and get so passionate about it too - he just loves hearing your voice; the way you speak, the way your voice just sliiightly raises when you’re telling him about some person you abhor (big boy word), and the way you ask him for his thoughts on something you’re yapping about makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world - you both end up not sleeping D: but it’s okay, he’s not complaining because it’s you

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi rin - binge watching horror movies

- you hate him for this. - but at the same time, you love it because he holds you close to him - he knows you’re scared, especially when it’s ass o’clock in the evening (more like morning) and your room’s only source of light is the television. so he holds you tight :D - he has the urge to make fun of you because you’re oh so scared, but he stops himself from doing so because he loves holding you close

⋆˚✿˖° oliver aiku - holding you close to him (in his words, spooning)

- surprisingly, he’s not horny  - i guess bc of practice, he’s tired and he just wants to de-stress and go on about his night without tiring himself out more, you included (LMAO NOT ME SPEAKING LIKE IM GANG W GREEN GALLAGHER) - so he holds you close :D  - and its not like the hold you close and talk about stuff type either - literally the hold you close and sit in silence type with occasional kisses from him :D 

⋆˚✿˖° chigiri hyoma - gossip (okay so some of you probably don't tolerate gossip but gossip culture has been SUUUUCH a big part of my life that i cant help but associate it w chigiri im so sorry you can bitch slap me for this LMAOAOAO ANWYAYS)

- he loves gossiping. he usually has THE ggoat (greatest gossip of all time) - this usually ranges from people he works closely with, or people he knows but that person doesn't know him but for some reason the news reached him LMAOAAOA  - for some reason, he also has visual references??? like if theyre related to texting he has screenshots of their convo???? if irl, he has pictures????? YOU DONT KNOW HOW HE GETS THOSE 😭😭 (based this hc off my friend who has everything for some reason 😭😭) - and most of the time theyre literally so mind-boggling you have to stop him and walk around the room to calm your beating heart down - he also loves using a soundboard while doing so LMOAOAOAO

⋆˚✿˖° mikage reo - slow dancing

- ah yes. the typical rich boy activities. - but like even if he wasnt born in that class (GANG DONT TWIST MY WORDS IM NOT A CLASSIST WLANSISOS), he'd most likely still love doing this (idk theres smth about him that js makes me think he would love dancing) - in the kitchen, dimmed lights, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, herb alpert playing in the background, and his lips on your forehead  - im leaving it at that :))

⋆˚✿˖° nagi seishiro - playing roblox

- typical nagi.  - what roblox games you ask? dress to impress. - he likes playing simple games at night. and those simple games dont include dress to impress :)) - buuuut. he still plays it because the satisfaction he gets from beating 12 year olds outweigh the stress he gets from said 12 year olds - he loves to duo with you - literally caseoh just more nonchalant - he also likes to play those 2 player tycoons :DD

⋆˚✿˖° shoei barou - baking

- his love language is quality time  - and what’s more quality than baking time >:D - hes not someone for consuming sugar at ass o’clock. but he’ll tolerate it bc it makes you happy :DD  - he has those #probakingskillz bc he used to bake TONS of stuff with and for his sisters (HE ALSO BAKES THEIR GIRL SCOUT COOKIES GRAHHHHHHHH) - you also make him wear those silly pink frilly aprons (you have matching aprons but instead of yours being pink and frilly its literally the opposite) 

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[totheseok]

☆ boynextdoor reaction to you biting them

requested: no

genre: fluff ig?

warnings: none that i can think of

word count: 1.1k

a/n: more self indulgent things because I have a biting problem.

sungho:

gobsmacked

yk that really shocked face he makes where his mouth is open and his eyes are wide?

that's his face when he realises you bit him

it's a light bite but it's unexpected

you two are in the lower homes living room just chilling. sungho is playing fifa while you just mindlessly scroll on your phone. eventually you get tired of your phone and now you need your boyfriends attention. but sungho is locked in on the game and you know simply asking for his attention wouldn't work. so naturally you do what must be done. and you bite his arm. you bit him lightly but you've never bitten him before so man was s h o c k e d. he looks towards you eyes wide, mouth open and then looks at his arm, then back at you.

"hi"

"hi? did you just bite me?"

"mhm"

"why?"

you bit him again and cuddled up in his side 😌

riwoo:

goes silent

riwoo.exe has stopped responding

like remember the funnextdoor episode where he went quiet and woonhak was like "riwoo is trying to think of something funny to say"

kinda like that

riwoo gives me yapper vibes so...

you two are sitting at the table in the kitchen just enjoying some snacks while talking about your day. he's probably telling you about a new dance he's learning or something stupid that happened at dance practice. you're just listening and watching your absolute cutie patootie of a boyfriend yap away. as he's doing this you cant help but notice how cute his cheeks look. and how biteable they look.... and so to preserve your own sanity you do just that. you bite his cheek 😌. following your bite all you hear is, well, nothing. sanghyeok is just sitting staring at you with wide eyes, bite unfinished. man is shocked, flustered, flabbergasted and so much more

"riwoo?"

"..."

"baby?"

"..."

"sanghyeok?"

"..."

jaehyun:

menace pt1

bros probably going to start singing bite me ngl

but we know hes a dramatic pookie

so that too

you and jaehyun are in his room. hes studying some english. youre having the time of your life, laying with your head in his lap, watching him struggle to pronounce "yacht". you offered to help him but noooo, he can do it. refuses to let you help because he wants to prove he can do it himself and with any other word you wouldnt doubt him. he's quite good at english and hes improving rapidly but the word "yacht"... its a pain in the ass to learn at first even if english is your first language. i mean look at it it should be pronounced "ya ch t" or something. he had first said "ya ch t" and was convinced that's how it was pronounced until he looked at your face and realised he was wrong. but was going to ask for help? no? but manz could NOT figure out what else it could be.

after about 5 minutes of watching him struggle you got fed up and decided to MAKE him listen to you. so you leaned your head down. and but his thigh. surprised at first, bamboozled even. but once he realised what had happened he started giggling soon followed by you. after recovering from the laughing fit, he did not miss a single beat and started singing in that voice he uses to annoy sungho.

"its you and me in this world 내게로 다시 와 tie me"

"seriously? thats you first response?!?!"

"날 구원할 거라면 just come kiss me and bite me"

"sure but say 'yacht' first"

"HEY"

taesan:

bites back.

thats it

thats the headcanon

jk but fr

i cant find it now but theres a video of taesan biting jaehyun and bro just nommed in jaehyuns arm

which is why im 100% sure he would bite back

honestly wouldnt even be phased

its probably your love language as a couple

you and taesan were at the studio, taesan was working on some new songs while you sat nearby doing some assignments. eventually the words you were typing started floating around the screen and you didnt even know what you were typing so you decided it was a good time to take a break. but if youre taking a break then taesan should also be taking a break because 1. he was probably tired too and 2. how dare he work while youre taking a break instead of giving you attention. so you decided to give him a few minutes so that he wouldnt lose his train of though. plus he looks so cute when hes focused so...

HOWEVER a few minutes turned into 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into 20. and eventually half an hour passed. you realised taesan wasnt about to take a break any time soon, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. you slowly crept up behind him and attacked. bro did not move. just looked at you smiled and pulled you into his lap. you may not have gotten a reaction but hey, now you get attention from your boyfriend. with no consequences... right? err❌ wrong.

"whats up?"

"you should take a break youve been working for so long. nonstop"

"okay"

"youre just going to listen? that easily?"

"hmm?" *bites you*

leehan:

menace pt2

takes it as an opportunity to flirt

teases you to no end

i keep thinking about that boynextdoor 2night video where while spinning bottle the jaehyun told him he was doing it the wrong way

and he was like ill do it how i want

so like

think abt that

you and leehan were watching a kdrama while cuddling. initially both of you were very invested and you kept fangirling over the male lead (me every time i watch unlock my boss) and leehan would laugh and jokingly complain about it. after about two more episodes you noticed that leehan hadnt said anthing in a while so you looked towards him and saw that he had dozed off. but this was unacceptable how could he leave you to watch people try to kill each other on your own. no absolutely not. this was not allowed. how dare he. you first tried slightly shaking him awake, it woke him up but he just mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes again. time for plan b. biting him.

it worked. quite well. too well.

"why???"

"why what?"

"baby i know i taste good but if youre hungry the gummies might serve you better"

"you left me alone to watch mr.oh be mean to my husband 😔"

"hey its ok i didnt hear anything he said about me~"

"oh god you know what go back to sleep"

[hypnagogics]

read part two here! series masterlist here!

currently thinking about how modern!ellie would be such a like “hallway crush” type…OKAY WAIT i have an idea, picture this: it's the first day of classes, and you're on your way to your university's astrophysics lecture hall and see her, walking briskly to her destination, with big black headphones (listening to divorced dad rock, of course) seemingly in her own world, not even aware of how cool she is in the moment. she passes you, walking only a little faster than you are, but it gives you time to check her out a bit. she's wearing some dark wash jeans and a flannel with a chunky jacket over top, her beat up bag slung over one shoulder(because shes just too kewl for skewl), and her signature worn black converse. as you follow her into the hall, (not being creepy, you're just on the same path. oh, seems like you're classmates too…oop!), she enters first, then holds the door for you as you file in behind her, looking back, meeting your eyes, and giving you a small nod as a greeting. (one of those that guys do, like when they tilt their chin up for a split-second as a bro greeting, UGH THE ENGLISH EXPLANATIONS ARE ESCAPING ME i do not know the ways of the men but yall have seen that nod thing they do, right?) that would happen in a fraction of a moment and you'd go to smile back at this beautiful stranger, but by the time you collect yourself she's already looking forward again. oh and then the two of you would part ways and sit on opposite sides of the room, however she'd still be on your mind…and whenever you cast glances her way, she'd seem interested in what the professor is talking about, but you'd then realize you're staring and bring your eyes back to your own laptop....

☆: hi, i have SO many ideas for drabbles and stuff but they rarely translate onto paper how I imagine them to go, but I'm sure that comes with time and practice, but for now take this silly idea I jotted down as it crossed my mind...I need her so bad, wish she was real 😔 (half hoping a situation like this happens to me LMAO...but crushes are too much stress....) BUTTTTT this drabble thingy got them creative juices flowing, and now im highly tempted to make a series or more parts to hallway crush ellie ...I say that every time but this idea's bouncing around in my skull and won't leave so who knows...

[solarsturniolo]

𝖂𝖊’𝖗𝖊 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 // 𝕸.𝕾. // 𝔗𝔴𝔬

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Matt is so 'sweet best friend that secretly jerks off to your pictures' coded (idea credit to @heartstreet )

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: SMUT!!! / masturbation / voyeurism / post nut clarity / self-deprecation / intentional lowercase

𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: these stories are fictional :)

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3030

It slowly became a habit. It started small, one time a day if even that. But what started as a habit grew into an addiction. Every little thing set him off, and the only thing to satisfy the desire in him was her. He needed her in ways that he couldn’t even describe. He hungered for her. 

It began with pictures, just her regular little posts on Instagram and Snapchat that had no hidden undertone to them, but every single one would have Matt beating his dick until his arm was sore. She had Pavloved him. The second he got the notification that his best friend posted, his cock stiffened and his ears got red and hot just thinking about what could be waiting for him. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he’d drop everything, all of his attention would be on her in an instant. Today was no different; he had already beat off three times in the few hours he had been awake.

As the day moved forward, and he found the inner strength to keep his dick in his pants, Matt remembered telling her that he’d look for the charger she had left when she stayed over a few nights ago. He spent a solid hour that afternoon searching the house up and down for her phone charger; his room, the living room, the kitchen, Nick’s room, hell, he even checked Chris’s room (despite Chris’s many protests followed by a shoe being launched at Matt’s shin), though he still came up empty handed. 

Matt went back to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat in his desk chair, rolling himself close enough to his desk to click his monitor on, grabbing the controller that had been set aside on his desk to charge. He turned his gaming console on, the sound of it whirring to life filling the silence in the room. He reached into his pocket, taking his phone out to send her a quick text.

‘i may have lost it’

‘your mind?’

‘no’

‘your keys?’

‘no’

‘OMG’

‘?’

‘YOUR V CARD?????’

‘WHAT NO’

‘omg matty who is she 🤭🤭🤭🤭’

‘I DID NOT’

‘then i fear i do not know what you could be talking about, for i am not a mind reader’

‘your weird’

‘you’re*’

‘i actually hate you.’

‘stfu you love me. now what are u talking abt’

‘you’re charger’

‘your*’

‘you know what 😀’

‘LMAOOOO don’t blow a fuse, it’s a $10 charger i’ll just get another one. thank u for letting me know tho’

‘ofc’

He stared at the screen, his heart beating faster when he saw the read receipt pop up under his message. He waited, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as she began to type. A smile tugged at his lips as the typing message bubble disappeared, waiting for the message to pop up on his screen.

A minute passed. Then two. Still nothing. Matt’s smile faltered a little.

‘?’

‘oh shit i didn’t know you were still here’

‘what we’re you typing?’

‘were*’

‘😀 nevermind i don’t care’

‘noooo matty come back 😂’

‘i’ll get it right one day’

‘i have full faith in you, matthew. until then, im gonna be up your ass about it’

‘so…?’

‘so what?’

‘what were you typing?’

Matt could hardly sit still. His leg bounced anxiously, he bit his nails impatiently. She had been typing for a while, was it something bad? Shit, have i fucked up recently and just didn’t notice?

‘nothing 😇’

‘you’re a dirty liar’

‘😜’

‘cmon, i’m youre best friend tell meeeee’

‘your*’

‘GET A NEW BEST FRIEND’

‘okay okay i’m done 😂 you’re so easy to tease’

‘Ayo 🤨’

‘not like that 🙄

‘well, you probably are pretty easy to tease like that too”

Matt choked on his own saliva. Did I read that right? He read it again, the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock. His brain short circuited. Any possible responses that he could’ve came up with dissolved into nothingness. He spent two minutes trying to type a witty comeback or some sort of smooth flirtatious reply, but when push came to shove, all he could build the courage to send was-

‘what?’

She started typing, and as the speech bubble floated in the corner of his screen, Matt palmed at the bulge in his sweats. His mind raced with thoughts, all wondering what she could have possibly been thinking about. Fuck, does she think about doing things with me? Does she want to tease me? How would she even-

The speech bubble disappeared. Matt slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers, taking his hard cock in his fist. He stroked his shaft slowly, his eyes fluttering shut while he pursed his lips to hold back a moan. He waited for her response to pop up. One minute…then two…then five. He furrowed his eyebrows, his strokes slowly coming to a stop as he eyed their text messages. Why isn’t she responding? Did I make her uncomfortable? Is she weirded out?

His heart nearly dropped out of his ass when the facetime notification illuminated his screen. Without thinking to take his hand out of his pants, Matt quickly answered the call.

It took a moment for the call to connect, but when it finally did, Matt felt almost frozen in place. His heart skipped a beat, his face grew flushed with a warm rosy heat. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat.

“Hey!”

Matt smiled. “Hey, what’s up.”

“What, I can’t call my best friend out of the blue just to hang out?” She laughed softly. “What are you up to?” She asked.

“Just, yknow…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Was playing fortnite for a bit-“

She tilted her head to the side a little, furrowing her eyebrows. “I didn’t see you online. I would’ve joined you if I knew,” she grinned. “Can’t believe you played without me,” she playfully rolled her eyes.

Matt swallowed. Her eyes looked so pretty rolled back into her head like that, I could watch her do that for hours. Matt slowly stroked his cock, pursing his lips tightly to keep himself quiet. ‘Can’t believe you played without me’ replayed in his head like a broken record. His mind wandered off, thinking about the beautiful girl on his screen sitting on his bed. Her clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly, seated on his bare thighs. Matt bit the inside of his cheek, pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock as he imagined her pretty manicured fingers circling her clit, her eyes hooded and full of lust as lewd sounds spilled from her parted lips. His dick ached at the thought of her running her fingers through her wet folds, playing with herself in front of him, on full display just for him. ‘Can’t believe you played without me,’ her voice repeated in his head again, his mouth going dry as he thought of her looking at him with a pout while saying this, her pretty doe eyes staring at him with nothing but desire hidden behind their gaze.

He kept his strokes slow and controlled. This is so fucking wrong, he thought. If she knew…he couldn’t even think of the possibilities. She’d be disgusted, she’d be so upset. Matt would never be able to show his face in a public setting again.

“How was your day?” Matt asked in a soft voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his own voice would betray him. He watched as the smile on her face grew and he felt his heart twinge. This is so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“Aww Matty, you do care!” She teased. Matt let out a breathy chuckle, hoping she couldn’t hear the rasp in his voice. She began to list off the many side quests she endured on her day off from work, and Matt listened to every single thing she had to say. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke to him. Her lips are so pretty. Fuck, I wanna kiss her so bad. I wanna feel her lips on mine. She’d look so fucking pretty with my dick in her mouth. I wonder how much she’d be able to take. Would I have to fuck her throat to make it all fit? Would she drool on my cock while I fuck her pretty mouth?

“Matt?”

He tugged at his cock, letting out a soft exhale when he heard her voice. Please say my name again. Say my name again. It sounds so pretty coming from you, I’ve never liked my name more than when it’s being said by you. His mind wandered off once more. What positions does she like? Would she prefer missionary? She’d look so pretty under me while I fuck her, her tits would bounce so nicely with every thrust I make. Or would she want something more intense? Would she want me to take her from behind? Would she want to be in charge? What turns her on? Does she wear lingerie?

“Matt…?”

Matt grunted softly under his breath, the speed of his strokes increasing just barely enough to tell. He focused his attention back on the call. “H-Huh?”

“I asked what you did today,” she repeated. “Did you have a good day?”

It took a moment for her words to register in his brain, his mind foggy with lust and desire, his cock dripping with arousal. He gave his shaft a gentle squeeze, a low growl forming at the back of his throat. “It’s much better now,” he admitted, earning a giggle from her in return. He smiled. He loved being able to make her laugh. It was something that most people couldn’t do, but Matt did it so effortlessly. He took pride in it; even his brothers couldn’t make her laugh nearly as easily as Matt could. “Didn’t do much, just-“ he stopped, trying to think of something to say other than ‘i sat around beating off to your pictures all day’. He cleared his throat, a moan threatening to escape as the warmth in the pit of his tummy grew. “Just stayed in bed all day.”

She rolled her eyes again, and Matt felt his balls grow heavy with arousal, his thumb rubbing at his tip with each slow stroke he made. Matt’s lips parted; he wanted to moan so bad. He wanted her to see what she does to him. He wanted her to know just how badly he wanted her. His eyes became glossy as he lost himself in a daze, staring at her through the screen.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

Matt nodded, still not taking his hand out of his pants. This is so fucking wrong. Why am I doing this? I’m risking our entire friendship. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go,” Matt stated abruptly. He didn’t want to go. He never wanted to go a minute without her, but if he didn’t leave the call soon, he’d end up in a world of trouble for sure.

“Oh…okay, well call me ba-“

Click.

Matt dropped his phone down onto his desk and leaned back in his desk chair, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat began to form at his brow. He pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, a moan escaping him. He tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt and t-shirt up so as to not ruin it, a ritual that had become engraved into his brain from the regular reoccurrence of it. He grunted softly, tugging at his shaft desperately, his eyes screwing shut.

I need her. I need to have her, all of her. I need to feel her and taste her. I want to be between her legs, I want to taste how sweet she is, I want to watch her fall apart from just my tongue. I want to feel her squirm and run her fingers through my hair. I want to hear her whine and beg for more. Matt fisted at his cock, his strokes much faster than before. His breathing was uneven and heavy, almost panting like an animal. He needed her, he hungered for her, he craved her. Something about it was so primal. Every time he saw her or heard her, he had a full body reaction, one that he couldn’t control even if he wanted to.

Although, he really didn’t want to.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. As if on cue, his phone vibrated on his desk. His eyes fluttered open, a lustful dazed look glazing over his irises. He picked up his phone, a notification from snapchat flashing on his screen. Never ceasing his strokes, Matt opened the app and clicked on the new snap from her. His jaw went slack, pumping his cock in his fist even faster than before. He stared at her photo for much longer than he should have, but how could he not? She had her head tilted a bit, a confused look on her face with the words ‘not even a goodbye? so mean, matty’ printed across the photo.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered. She looks so cute when she’s confused. Fuck, the things I would do to paint her face with my cum while she looks at me like that…I’d probably get put on the FBI watchlist. He knew he needed to reply back soon, not wanting her to assume he was ignoring her. He just couldn’t bring himself to tap out of the photo. His cock ached, the desire building up inside of him. “Fuck, p-please,” he breathed out. Matt threw his head back, his strokes getting impossibly faster with each passing moment. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, his fist slick with his arousal.

Another snapchat notification from her came through and Matt inhaled sharply, tapping out of the photo and clicking on the new one. Matt choked out a whine, the muscles in his bicep tightening as he began to reach his high. “Fuck-“ he grunted. His breath caught in his throat as his mind went blank, pleasure coursing through his veins. It was like a drug to him. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling; It didn’t take long for him to get addicted to it, and soon enough once a day turned into twice a day, which turned into three times a day, which turned into too many fucking times to count.

He groaned, a string of vowels passing his lips, his jaw hanging low as he watched his cum spurt from his tip. He breathed in short heavy pants, slowing his strokes to ride out his orgasm. Five ribbons of white hot cum painted his lower stomach. His dick throbbed from the intensity of his orgasm and his body shivered as he slowly came down from his high.

It took a handful of minutes for Matt to realign his senses. His chest rose and fell with even breaths, his dick rested in the puddle of cum on his abdomen. He looked at his hand, his mess coating his fingers and his palm. I wonder if she’d lick my hand clean. Would she suck on my fingers? Would she look up at me with her infamous puppy dog eyes while she does it?

His eyes darted back to his phone, his heart racing as he quickly remembered that he still hadn’t replied to her. He groaned softly upon seeing her pretty face on his screen, her previous snap still on full display for him. He took another moment to admire her before tapping out of the photo. Matt quickly fixed his hair with his clean hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He picked his phone back up and quickly snapped a photo of himself. He typed a response before sending it to her.

'Relax I'm here.'

'You costed me my battle royale.'

Matt waited for a response, not caring about the mess that still hadn’t been attended to. The nerves in his brain lit up like a Christmas tree as she opened his snap, the endorphins filling him with dopamine as she sent back another photo. He was quick to open it, not caring if she caught on to his eagerness.

'lol you're stupid. call me back when you're done :)'

He tucked his cock back into his boxers, pulling them back up along with his sweats. He stood up, holding the bottom seam of his shirt up, quickly making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He peeked out into the hallway, making sure Nick and Chris weren’t anywhere near before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Matt cringed at the sticky feeling on his hand, quickly turning on the faucet at the sink, running his hand under the water to rinse most of his mess down the drain. He dried his hand, then grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning up the rest of his cum before discarding the used tissues into the waste bin. He let his shirt fall down to cover his torso, his eyes landing on his reflection in the mirror. His gaze darted away, disgusted with what he saw.

You’re a terrible friend. If she ever found out, you’d be lucky to not have a restraining order against you. What the fuck is wrong with you. How can you even call yourself her best friend. You don’t deserve her.

He left the bathroom in a hurry, slipping back into his room, gently kicking the door shut behind him. He sat back down at his desk, picking up his phone once again.

Without a second thought, he opened his facetime app, clicking on her contact. The phone only rang twice before she answered, her pretty face illuminating the screen after the call connected. Matt offered her a warm smile, propping his phone up on his desk. “Sorry I hung up on you before,” he mumbled softly, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze landed on her. He picked his headset up off of his desk, holding it for her to see. “Wanna run duos with me?”

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: omg guys, what do we think is gonna happen?

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰:

[opennwindows]

If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?

If ya taking requests rn still?✨😇😊💖

Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs

A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!

btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy 😭😭 but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.

cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,

GENERAL

ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.

he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.

the link costume only appears when he’s in his ghost form. so for example, when he’s messing with someone on their computer he’ll appear as the canon BEN we’re most familiar with. when he’s just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.

contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.

ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.

lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.

ROMANTIC

you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendy’s? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.

“why would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.”

would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. he’s just EXTREMELY touchy.

he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.

after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of y’all showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers aren’t too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.

favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)

not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then he’ll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.

now let’s talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.

he’s probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.

ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.

the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. you’re gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else you’ll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.

a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.

please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.

pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.

big fan of late night make-out sessions. i’m talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each other’s faces with tongues down throats. if you don’t want his hands running over every inch of your body then you’ll probably have to chain him to the wall.

NSFW

okay. so he’s a little inexperienced with his hands. he’s just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!

ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.

i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-i’m-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.

definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but he’s more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. he’s pretty vanilla given his occupation.

despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this man’s mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous being on the planet and he’ll let you know it.

he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.

he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.

he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.

did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.

he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.

[wlfchnlv3r]

I read all your fictions and they’re so good my lord😭Can I request Virgin!Han x Femreader?? 🫶🏻

(Daje Roma Italians uniteee💪🙂‍↕️)

Not as sweet as you

Roommates!fem reader x Virgin! Han

Synopsis: You and Han became roommates a few months ago, he is a very shy guy and a bit of nerd, but you two get along so well.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: cute like hell Han, smut and fluff, sex! Mdni!, 🔞, handjob and boh.

Note: small waist!Han is so hot.

As soon as you enter the living room you start hearing some unusual noises from Han’s room.

He probably didn’t expect you to be home this early.

You get closer to his room and you finally understand what are this “noises”, moans, definitely moans. A smirk appear as you clear your throat and knock at the door “Han, everything is ok?” you ask quietly.

Hearing the knock at the door he suddenly stopped what he was doing and quickly tried to fix himself “What? Y-yes”.

“You sure? Can I come in?” You slowly open the door and watch his figure under the sheets.

Han tries to look decent, but it was obvious he was in the middle of... something “y-yeah i'm fine..! just u-um studying... yeah studying..." he quickly responds.

You just smile and nod “Yeah- I… see”.

He suddenly become flustered, he knew what he was doing was obvious, and he tries to hide his blush but his soft cheeks made it hard to hide.

“Don’t worry- it’s- don’t be shy” you say smiling a little.

He couldn't help but feel the embarrassment building inside him, he looks at you and see your smile, the blush on his face becomes more visible "i-i…i'm not shy..." he said quietly.

“So you don't mind if I join you, right?” You tease him.

Han has a surprise expression on his face and becomes speechless for a moment "w-wait huh? i-im...uh..." he does not know what to say and just looks at you with shook.

His mind is now racing and the thought of you joining him makes him a bit excited.

“So cute Han, just let me help you…” you know he is not your “type” but you are so attracted by him anyway.

Han bites his lip, his look slowly turns to one of desire with pleading eyes and a growing blush on his face "a-are you sure...?".

You just nod, “it’s ok, I promise” you reassure him.

He slowly makes room between him, allowing some space for you to sit next to him "o-okay... then come here..." he watches as you sit down and he couldnt help but look at your body, getting a bit more excited.

You catch him scanning your body and chuckle “Mh you have to come closer hannie”.

Han is surprised hearing you call him a nickname, it makes his heart skip a beat.

He obeys you and gets a bit closer to you, a bit faster than he intends to "like this..?" he asks whispering.

You pull him more closer “just on top of me, like this…”.

His eyes widens as you suddenly pull him closer. he felt a bit flustered from the close proximity as he was now between your legs "y-yeah... just like this...".

“It’s… ok if I kiss you?” you search for his consent.

That is so unexpected for him, but he looks at you with an excited and shy look "kiss me?.. y-yeah... go ahead...".

You gently cup his cheeks, and close the distance between you two, kissing him slowly.

He closes his eyes as he feels your soft and warm lips on his. his heart is racing from all the excitement and he slowly returns the kiss, his hands resting on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“you are so sweet Hannie…” you speak between the kiss.

Han smiles softly when you call him by the nickname again and he gently runs his hand through your hair, you could feel the heat from his body; He is getting more excited "i-i...i think you're much sweeter... y/n".

As you hear his words you immediately pull him closer to on top of you.

Han lets out a quiet moan as you pull him closer. he buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your soft skin gently.

You let out a soft moan “mhh-“.

Han continues to leave gentle kisses on your neck, moving up to your ear. His hands slowly moves down your torso, gripping your hips "g-god... i need you so bad...".

You pull back a little just to see the blush on his face, “so cute…”, and begin to caress you thumb on his bottom lip.

He gasps softly as you touch his lips.

He looks up at you and opens his mouth for your thumb, gently taking it in and sucking it slowly.

A shiver runs down your spine “god- Han…”.

Han slowly swirls his tongue around your thumb, his eyes looking at you with an intense look.

After a moment he let go of your thumb "you're driving me insane...fuck... you don't know what you're doing to me..." he says slowly.

You watch him just for a few seconds before starting to kiss his neck roughly.

He tilts his head, giving you more access to his neck and a few more soft moans escapes his mouth "mmmh...you're gonna leave marks..." he whispers to you.

“It’s ok for you…?”.

Han thinks for a moment, then quickly nods; he is so desperate for you, he wouldnt resist anything you do at this point "y-yeah... leave marks...” before he finishes his sentence you nip and begin to leave purple hickeys on his neck.

“Y-you know- an hickey is just- just a bruise…and…and it’s caused by capillaries’s damage-“ he let out a soft yet shaky moan “-that… causes your capillaries to leak blood…and- and it doesn't have anywhere to go.” As soon as he finishes the explanation you laugh a bit.

Han just bites his lip, trying not to moan too loud.

“I want to hear you, sweetheart”

Han lets out a shaky breath, and pulls you closer against his body. he leans down again to your ear, whispering to you "you're t-teasing me... i-i want you so bad...g-goddd...you dont know what you're doing to me...".

“God- you are so innocent and cute as hell”.

He is a bit embarrassed from your words but he couldnt help feeling excited, desperate and eager for your touch; he looks at you with a flushed face and pleading eyes before saying "y-you're making me feel t-things i've never felt before... i-i...".

You give him a quick kiss smiling “I want to make you feel good…”.

Han bites his lip, and he nods slowly "y-yes... please...i want more..." he pulls you against his body, his hands slowly starts to wander on your curves.

The intimacy starts growing between you two and you take off his hoodie with a quick movement, he lifts his arms to help you take his hoodie off fully, his body revealed right in front of you.

It was now, that you notice his slender yet firm and lean physique; His waist is small, you could almost wrap your hands around it and he had muscular and defined arms “you are gorgeous sweetheart”.

Han looks at you, his eyes slowly trailing down from your face to your body, examining you; he was clearly very attracted to you "y-you're the one who's gorgeous here... god i cant keep my hands off you...and- I don’t know what to do”.

“Just- undress me…”you speak in a low tone.

He slowly pulls at the hem of your shirt and lifts it up, slowly taking it off for you; His face heats up as he took it off, revealing your body.

His eyes are focused on your curves, his gaze lingering on your exposed body; he touches your body slowly, his hands running up and down your sides, before wrapping his arms around your waist “god- you are so pretty y/n”.

You smile for his compliment before speaking again “what if i take off your pants..?”.

Han lets out a soft, shaky breathe, hearing your request. he looks at you in the eye with a mixture of pleading and excitement "m...mmh...yes, go ahead... p-please...".

You start to lower his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips slightly to help you with it. He is now naked in front of you, and visibly excited.

You bite down your bottom lip looking at him.

Han’s breaths is becoming quicker and shaky and your reaction alone was driving him insane.

He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him before looking in your eyes with a soft yet somewhat needy look; his other hand slowly rubbing your thigh "p-please... touch me more..." he pleads.

You start to rub you finger on his hard tip, hearing him curse a little just increase your excitement “shh, now… tell me what were you doing earlier…”.

Han lets out a few shaky breaths, his head resting on your shoulder; it is almost as if he is using you to hide his flushed face "i-i... w-was thinking of you... and touching myself..”he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Really..?” You smile a little hearing his words.

Han is still hiding his face, feeling really embarrassed and he slowly nods in response to your question, still clinging on to you tightly.

“I- i want to see you touching yourself…” you suddenly ask.

He lifts his head up, looking at you with a shy look and bits his lip.

He is hesitant at first but he nods slowly too worked up at this point and in desperately needs for some relief.

Han slowly lets go of you to lets you watch him; he leans back a bit on the bed, and slowly starts to touch his hard cock.

You just look at him with a smirk on your face; he makes an effort to keep eye contact, but he is way too shy for that.

You really want him, you can’t help it “want to feel you inside me… please” you almost plead and finish to undress yourself, pulling off your skirt and panties.

Han looks at you and let out a quiet moan; his tongue quickly came out to wet his dry lips "g-god you're so hot...".

You pull him on top of you and between your legs, again “... have you ever have sex hannie?”.

He is now basically laying on top of you, looking at you with a flushed face (he didn't expect to be on top so suddenly), but he quickly adjusts himself for comfort and he shakes his head slowly "no l haven't... I'm a v-virgin..." he admits.

“Ehi- don’t worry, l'm gonna help you a little ok?” you reassure him softly.

Han is thankful for your kindness and patience with him and he nods at your words, trying to keep a steady breath "okay... p-please help me..".

You rub his cock tip and position it in front of your cunt, guiding him.

He is getting really desperate now, he can’t believe he is actually here, laying between your legs, about to lose his virginity.

Han bites his lip, his breaths shaky as he looks at you, then down at your body in front of him "please... c-can i-?" he pleads.

“Y-yes- you..can move” you say in a whisper.

He takes a shaky breath, gripping the cushions for support; his dick pressing against your entrance, he looks up at giving you another kiss before slowly and gently starting to push inside.

You moan a little “you- you ok..?” you ask.

Han lets out a shaky breath when he hears your moa, it sounds so good to his ears

he looks at you and nods "y-yeah I'm okay... just going slow".

He pushes his length in deeper slowly, taking in deep breaths as he feel himself being surrounded by your warmth walls.

It is all so new to him and it feel so good that he is almost losing it; Han looks at you, his eyes slightly closing from pleasured sensations.

“Good- you are doing so good…” you whine.

He smiles a bit; he was very nervous and he is glad to hear you say that "r-really..? s-should i keep going...?" he shyly asks.

“Yes- please yes…”.

Han is desperate now, and he is so eager to keep going to please you.

He begin to move in and out of you, the sensation was so new to him that he struggled to keep a steady rhythm; his breaths were quick and shaky, broken moans escaping from his mouth, not even trying to keep them under control.

You cup his face trying to kiss him not in a sloppy way.

Han immediately melts into your kiss, his hand coming up to hold your face as well. He is starting to lose himself in the sensations as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip, entering your mouth.

“God- Han you feel so good inside me.. want more” you moan between the kiss.

His pace slowly starts to get faster and "f-fuck... you are so tight- i- i just don’t know how long i can last…”

Both your moans fill the room with him saying random pleas and begging words.

After a moment he reaches his orgasm right before you.

Han feels and hears you finish and it’s all so new to him and he is so overwhelmed by the pleasure, he can’t control it and buries his face in your neck; he laid on top of you, feeling weak and exhausted from his orgasm.

After a few minutes he pulls out of you and lays down holding you against him.

“You did so good sweetheart… really good”.

Han is still shaking a little from his orgasm, but hearing your praise put a smile on his face; he looks at you, with an almost exhausted but satisfied look on his face "r-really? b-but I finished so quickly...".

“Ehi- don’t worry…it was your first time” you say as you hug him tightly.

He lays his head on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. it was very soothing and relaxing, but he was also still feeling clingy, and didn't want to let go of you

“What about we go take a shower?Then I'll change the sheets” you suggest.

Han lifts his head and looks up at you with a needy look, he wants to stay as close to you as possible but nods “okay... but can we shower together? I don't want to let go of you yet..."

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Sleepy noah adventures!!!!!

noah looks high in this photo HAHA

anyways enjoy ur food children x

Most evenings, noah would be cooped up in his studio working on projects, which you usually found entertainment elsewhere. on this specific night, you were sitting in your shared bed, clutching the nintendo. youd spent the past 3 evenings trying to beat skull cavern, absolutely outraged, you turn the nintendo off, chucking it to the side. you slide out of the bed, getting whiplash from the cold. grumbles leave your mouth as you put your slippers on.

you trudge downstairs, making a beeline for the home studio. not surprisingly, noah was still engrossed in whatever he was doing. you stand there, unimpressed.

he doesn't notice you.

hes too busy sitting at his desk with his headphones and cute glasses to notice you. you approach carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck. he jolts slightly, before realizing it was you. He slips his headphones off, gently rubbing your arm.

"whats up, dude?"

you scoff,

"noah, its 2am."

"fuck, really?"

he tucks the loose strands back into his messy bun. (long hair era)

"mhm, you need to shower."

he hums, saving whatever he was working on. you take his hand, leading him upstairs. your townhouse is quiet, other than the occasional cough or murmur from one of the boys rooms. tonights takeaway lay strewn across the island.

he follows close behind, trying not to stumble in the dark. as he ventures into the masterbedroom the band had so kindly graced you two with, he slips off his shirt. you sit up on your elbows, watching him walk into the bathroom. you giggle to yourself before starting your night routine.

you had showered earlier, so you put on your expensive (much to noahs distaste) skincare, and slip on your cute pajamas. This puts you in a good mood, so you do some light reading before bed, the bedside lamp illuminating the fulfilling romance book in your hand.

the bathroom door opens;

out steps the sexiest man youve ever seen, im talking white towel around the waist, jaw dropping v line with water droplets falling down, greek god type shit, you could eat that man for dinner and more.

he flashes you a grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"eyes up here."

despite his cheeky attitude, he slips on some pajamas and slides into bed next to you.

"hi sweetie, you smell really good."

you hum in response, atleast your scented moisturizers actually had a purpose.

"what flavour lip balm?"

"strawberry. as it is every night."

you respond, unimpressed. this was his daily ritual of asking for a goodnight kiss. he grins, you can't help but smile back. he pulls you in, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss to your lips.

he pulls away, smacking his lips together like the smug little bitch he is.

"mmm yum."

"you're not meant to eat it-"

you groan as he licks his lips.

"i needa brush my teeth." you say, sitting up. he groans, tugging your tshirt. you tut, climbing out of bed. he grumbles as you disappear into the ensuite. he watches you from afar for 5 minutes as you brush your teeth and hair. after some more grumbles, he gets up, dragging you back to bed.

"noah-"

"shut up, i don't wanna hear it."

he pulls you close, his breath trickling down your neck. he holds your waist tightly.

"goodnight sweetheart."

you hum, running your fingers through his hair.

"say it back." he says, sternly.

you ignore him, lingering between consciousness and dreamland. his hand snakes up to your chin. "say it back, brat."

you grumble, wriggling away from him.

he digs his fingers in your sides, you shriek, giggling.

nick bangs on the wall, signaling to shut the fuck up.

you collapse onto the bed, soft giggles echoing through the room.

"goodnight baby."

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, a satisfied hum leaves his lips.

its radio silence for 5 minutes, nothing but eachothers breathing and synced heartbeats.

"babe..? would you still love me if i was a worm?'

"oh my god noah if you don't shut the fuck u-"

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teehee this is my first little scenario (??)

i have a very informal writing style and could not give a fuck about correct grammer.

anyways.

hope ur just as in love with noah as me

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the way you write a submissive man...please please do one with arthur. not so much a femdom but a putting him "in his place" type beat if that makes sense?

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.9k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . sub!arthur . reader ties arthur up . withholding orgasm . "good boy" praise . p in v .... the usual p_rn without a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . luuuuuv a sub arthur so i wrote this embarrassingly fast !! and i want to formally apologize if i've been spamming the tag ??? drabbles are my bread and butter so i can get 'em done in like two days if i lock in .... anyways much like my james drabble(s) been experimenting with longer exposition. less dialogue-y more scene setting ?? idk im gonna stfu now lol

Feigning warmth in Colter was a beast all its own, though Mother Nature offered a rare mercy—the morning chill lingered, crisp but not biting. The cabin, a sanctuary of dim, crackling warmth, did most of the work in coaxing a semblance of comfort. A fire flickered, throwing erratic shadows across the room, embers dancing like whispered secrets in the stillness. Seated at your vanity, the door slightly ajar, you could hear the cabin stirring to life. Soft murmurs, snatches of idle chatter, and deep sighs wove through the wooden walls—conversations wandering from the philosophical to the trivial, questions about what there was to eat, what there was to drink.

A faint knock broke the quiet—a mere courtesy, as the familiar rhythm of his footsteps had already betrayed Arthur’s presence. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, slipping into the room without waiting for a reply, his usual ease faltering when he noticed your state, sitting casually on the vanity chair in your undergarments. His gaze softened in surprise. “Sorry—didn’t mean to walk in on ya’.” You gave him a nod, a hollow gesture of reassurance, though something within felt distant, a dull weight settling in your chest. It was a feeling unshaken by his soft eyes, by the habitual endearments that had once been enough.

You kept your gaze on the vanity mirror, watching him through sidelong glances as he lingered, a mix of apology and something else tugging at his expression. “It’d gone on longer than I thought,” Arthur mumbled, shifting uncomfortably, referring to some simple errand—just retrieving supplies before your time in Colter dwindled to its end. You hummed in response, a indifferent acknowledgment as you absentmindedly gathered your hair.

A low, almost frustrated scoff escaped him. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’…” He stepped forward, his rough hands rising to rest on your shoulders, his lips brushing the nape of your neck in a tentative attempt to break the silence. His touch lingered, relishing the warmth of your skin against his calloused fingertips, as though he could remind you of something that once was there. But you rolled your shoulders, slipping from his grasp, closing the door with an unsettling finality.

Arthur’s gaze followed, catching the faint, fading scent of you in the air as you pulled away, his brow furrowing with a pang he barely masked. There was confusion in his silence, frustration pressing against the seams of his patience. He sank onto the chair you’d just abandoned, placing his weathered hat on the table behind him as if setting down an unspoken challenge. His voice, rougher now, tore through the heavy quiet. “You gonna tell me what I did, or are we just gonna keep playin’ the silent game?”

As you stand behind him, the air thickens with a silence that feels almost tactile. Arthur’s gaze lingers on you, curiosity and a flicker of wariness in his eyes, though he says nothing. You lift the ribbon slowly, letting it slide between your fingers, the soft fabric grazing his roughened skin. He shivers, his breathing slowing, waiting.

Taking his hands, you bring them to rest behind his back. His fingers curl, instinctively seeking yours, but you ease them apart, guiding his hands to lie open. Carefully, you begin to wrap the ribbon around his wrists, the silk gliding over his calloused skin, each loop deliberate, firm. Arthur clears his throat softly, his voice roughened by the stillness. “What’re ya up to, darlin’?” he murmurs, his tone somewhere between intrigue and uncertainty.

You don’t answer, only continue winding the ribbon, feeling the warmth of his pulse under your touch. He inhales, slow and steady, watching your hands, his breath hitching slightly as you pull the fabric snug. “Ya' really think this’ll hold me?” he teases, the edge of a smile playing at his lips, though a hint of nervousness betrays him.

“Doesn't need it to,” you reply softly, knotting the ribbon firmly, your voice barely more than a murmur.

He shifts, rolling his shoulders, testing the silk, his expression turning serious. “If there’s somethin’ I’ve done wrong… ya oughta tell me. Ain’t fair, keepin’ me in the dark like this.”

Your fingers linger at his wrists, a thumb brushing gently over his pulse, feeling the rhythm quicken under your touch. “I don’t think you’d understand,” you whisper, the words spilling out before you can stop them, loaded with the weight of what remains unsaid.

Arthur closes his eyes for a moment, leaning slightly into your touch, resignation seeping into his voice. “Try me,” he breathes, the words low and rough.

Your hand slips away, leaving a lingering sensation as you both feel the growing desire between you. An insaitable hunger that has been dormant, waiting to be fed. You kiss him fiercely, teeth clashing in passion. Your mouths open and tongues intertwine, merging into one. Arthur moans as he is caught off guard by the intensity of the kiss.

He has always been the one to take control, prideful and strong, reveling in your pleasure and wearing it like a badge of honor. But now, he finds himself on the receiving end. The thought of it ignites something within him, making him painfully hard against his denim. It's instinct for him to lift you up and press you onto the mattress, promising to "take care" of you in his slow drawl. The lovemaking is intense, resulting in bruises and soreness that you both relish in. He enjoys leaving marks on your body that remind you that you belong to him. Instead he's seated with a dainty ribbon tying his hands together, and for whatever reason he refuses to break free.

It must be your newfound dominance. It ignites something else in him, something instinctual. You straddle his lap, feeling the pressure of his bulge against you like a perfect fit. Your kisses become more urgent and you bite his lip, savoring the sweet sounds that escape from him. Your hands claw at his back before tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to expose his neck for you to explore with your tongue. Placing open mouth kisses along his jaw, grazing your teeth against his freckled flesh. Each movement causes his length to twitch, it only encourages you to further turn the dial.

"Yer a mean lady, tyin’ me up like this," Arthur grunts.

You chuckle darkly and reply, "you've been a bad boy Arthur. A very bad boy."

"Have I now?" Arthur's voice was low, a challenge in his eyes despite his bound hands. "And what exactly do ya' plan to do about it?"

You leaned in close, your breath hot against his ear. "Everything," you whispered, letting the word hang between you like a promise.

Slowly, deliberately, you began to unbutton his shirt, your fingers trailing over each newly exposed inch of skin. Arthur's breath hitched, his muscles tensing under your touch. You took your time, savoring the anticipation building between you. When his chest was bare, you ran your nails lightly down his torso, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. Arthur groaned, straining against the ribbon.

"Darlin'," he growled, "you're playin' with fire."

A wicked glint flashes in your eye as you smirk. "Pretty bold words coming from someone who's tied up." You roll your hips and Arthur instinctively mirrors your movements. "You could break out of those bonds with ease, baby." You taunt him, relishing in the heat rising on his cheeks.

"But you won't, will you?"

Arthur grunts in defeat. "No, ma'am."

"You're enjoying this, aren''t you?"

He hesitates before admitting, "Yes, I do." A warm hue of rose kisses his freckled cheeks.

You smiled, a predatory glint in your eyes. "Good boy," you purred, rewarding him with a slow, sensual roll of your hips. Arthur's head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips. You could feel him straining against his trousers, desperate for more friction. But you weren't done teasing him yet. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath your touch. "You've always been so strong, so in control," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "But now? Now you're mine to do with as I please."

You nipped at his earlobe, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Arthur. His muscles tensed, biceps flexing as he fought the urge to break free from his silken bonds.

"Darlin'," he growled, his voice husky with desire,

"Don'tchu 'darlin'' me," you chided, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "You've had your way for so long. Now it's my turn."

Your hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing the scars and contours of his body. Arthur's breath quickened as you reached the waistband of his trousers. With agonizing slowness, you began to undo his belt.

"Christ," Arthur muttered, his hips lifting involuntarily.

You tsked, pressing him back down. "Patience."

Finally, you freed him from the confines of his clothing. Arthur hissed as the cool air hit his heated skin. His impressive member rested against his taut abdomen, slick with the beads of pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around him, giving a few experimental strokes that had him groaning and straining against the ribbon.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice low and husky. "So desperate, so needy. All for me."

Arthur's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Please," he rasped, the word barely audible.

You leaned in, your lips ghosting over his. "Please what, Arthur? Use your words."

He groaned, frustration and arousal warring in his expression. "Please... touch me I...Need you so bad, darlin'."

A slow smile spread across your face. "That's better," you purred, rewarding him with a deep, passionate kiss. Your hand resumed its movements, stroking him with a maddening mix of pressure and speed. Arthur's hips bucked, seeking more friction, more touch, more of everything you were offering. You broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Arthur's head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

"God, darlin'," Arthur gasped, his voice rough with need. "Yer killin' me here."

You smiled against his skin, your teeth grazing his pulse point. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you murmured. Slowly, teasingly, you slid down his body, trailing kisses as you went. Arthur's muscles tensed under your touch, his bound hands clenching and unclenching with the effort of restraining himself. When you reached his cock, you paused, your breath hot against him. "I asked you Arthur, are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Arthur's hips jerked involuntarily, seeking contact. You placed a hand on his thigh, holding him still waiting for his response.

He's completely undone by you, a panting sweating mess. The eagerness on his face hard to miss. Whatta sight. Notorious outlaw, enforcer of the Van Der Linde Gang, whimpering at your touch. Begging for release. as if you held the answers to the universe.

"I'm waiting."

Arthur swallows, "Please make me cum"

Your lips curled into a wicked smile. "That's not quite what I asked for, Arthur," you purred, your breath ghosting over his aching length. "But I suppose it'll do... for now." Without warning, you took him into your mouth, relishing the strangled gasp that escaped his lips. Your tongue swirled around his tip before you slowly, torturously, took him deeper. Arthur's hips bucked involuntarily, but your firm grip on his thighs kept him in place.

"Christ almighty," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he strained against the silk ribbon binding his wrists. But he didn't break free, didn't try to take control. He was yours, completely at your mercy. You worked him with your mouth and hands, alternating between teasing licks and deep, hungry strokes. Arthur's breathing grew ragged, punctuated by low moans and muttered curses. You could feel him getting close, his thighs trembling under your touch.

Just as he teetered on the edge, you pulled away. Arthur let out a frustrated groan, his hips lifting off the chair, seeking contact.

"Not yet," you whispered, your voice husky with your own arousal. "I'm not done with you."

You stood, slowly removing your undergarments as Arthur watched with hungry eyes. His gaze raked over your body, drinking in every curve and line.

"Yer a goddamn tease," he growled, but there was no real anger in his voice - only desperate need.

You straddled him again, positioning yourself just above his straining member. "And you love it," you murmured, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Slowly, torturously, you lowered yourself onto him. Arthur groaned into your mouth as you enveloped him, the sensation almost overwhelming after all the teasing. You set a languid pace, rolling your hips in a way that had him seeing stars. Both of you erupted in a fit of moans, uncaring of who witnessed it outside the wooden doors.

"Darlin'," Arthur panted, breaking the kiss. "Please... I needa touch you."

“Answer my question then.”

He’s almost confused, mind completely lost in you. “Wh-what was it?”

“Are you gonna be a good boy?”

Arthur bites his lips, his voice above a whisper. “y-yes.”

With a wicked smile, you slowly pull yourself off of him, leaving only the tip of his throbbing cock at your entrance. You taunt him, grinding your hips teasingly, making him think he'll be engulfed by you once again.

"What's that? I couldn't hear ya, cowboy."

His pleading eyes meet yours as he begs, "Please, god yes! I'll do anything for you." The desperation in his voice only fuels your desire to dominate him completely.

You savored the power you held over him, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. With calculated slowness, you reached behind him and untied the ribbon, knowing he was at your mercy. Your body pressed against his, the heat between you palpable as he devoured you like a starving man to a meal. He took your nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking with an intensity that sent electric waves pulsating through your body, nearly causing you to collapse.

"Ar-Arthur!" you moaned in pleasure.

"Told ya I needed ya' darlin'," Arthur growled, desperation evident in his voice. "So please - please untie me. Yer makin' a grown man beg for christs sake."

You complied and his hands were free to roam your body with a primal hunger that left you breathless. His calloused fingers dug into your hips, directing your movements as he thrust up to meet you with a ferocity that made your head spin. The change in angle only intensified the pleasure, sending shivers down your spine and overwhelming every sense until all that mattered was this moment of pure desire between the two of you.

The delicate vanity chair beneath you both creaked in unison with your movements, the wood straining under the weight. His thick cock filled you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Does it feel good, my sweet girl?" His deep voice rumbled, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. You could only nod, your eyes closed in bliss as he continued to fill you with his skilled touch. "Yes, Arthur," you gasped, feeling yourself lose control under his expert ministrations. "You're so good for me, but—."

Leaning forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "—I want to try something new." Arthur's half lidded eyes squinted with intrigue, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "What'd you have in mind, darlin'?" he murmured, his hands sliding up your back.

With a mischievous smile, you climbed off his lap, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. "Be good for me and lie down," you commanded softly. Arthur complied, his eyes never leaving yours as he stretched out on the mattress. You straddled him again, but this time facing away from him. Arthur's breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through both of you. His hands found your hips, guiding you as you began to move.

"Christ," Arthur groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh. You reveled in the sensation of him filling you completely, the new angle allowing him to hit spots that made you see stars. Arthur's hands roamed your body, caressing your back, your thighs, your breasts. You leaned back, bracing yourself on his chest as you rode him with increasing fervor.

Arthur panted your name, his voice rough with desire. "Gonna be the death of me." You chuckled breathlessly, grinding your hips in a way that made him groan. "What a way to go," you teased.

His hands tightened on your hips, guiding your movements as he thrust up to meet you. The room filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure, gasps and moans mingling with the creak of the bed. Taking Arthur’s hand to your front, you slip them between your legs. His rough palm covered yours, “Help me with this.” You cry, as he guides your movements, circling your sensitive clit. The dual sensations of his thick length inside you and the pressure on your glit had you spiraling. Arthur could feel your core tightening around his girth, his undoing was just as close as yours.

"I'm—" you panted, arching your back, "Oh God, Arthur, I'm—"

His growl reverberates through your body as his hips buck uncontrollably beneath you. The heat emanating from him is almost suffocating, but you relish in it, knowing what it means. With malicious intent, you raise your hips just enough for the tip of his cock to graze your dripping entrance, teasing and taunting him until he whines with frustration.

"Do you want to cum inside me, baby?" you purr, a wicked gleam in your eyes as you slide the tip out completely and rub your slick juices against his shaft.

A beautiful sound escapes Arthur's lips as he grasps at the sheets beneath him, his toes curling in pleasure and desperation.

"Please," he begs, aching to be filled by you. "I want to feel your tight pussy on me, I want to fill you up with my hot cum. Let me, my sweet girl," he pleads, his need evident in every fiber of his being.

Pleased with his answer, you turn your frame to face him instead. And with a praise you sink into him. Good boy. The best boy. Arthur let out a low, guttural moan as you enveloped him once more, the feeling of you wrapping around him sending shockwaves through his entire being. His hands instinctively found their way to your thighs, gripping them with an urgency that only fueled your desire. As you began to ride him once again, an orgasmic rhythm was established, each thrust igniting more of that fiery need within you.

"Y-you feel incredible," he gasped between breaths, his voice nearly breaking as he tried to keep pace with you. You could feel him swelling deeper inside, a perfect fit that left no room for anything but the two of you in this moment. The heat between your bodies was electrifying, every sensation heightened as you drove down harder, the sound of skin slapping together echoing against the walls. Arthur’s eyes were glued to where you joined, filled with a mixture of lust and awe that made your heart race.

"You like how I take you?" you teased breathlessly, leaning forward just enough to tease his lips with yours before pulling back again, knowing how it drove him wild. His eyes flared with need as he panted, "God girl! yes, don't stop."

You could feel the tension building within both of you—every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You let out soft whimper, “give me your cum.”

Arthur's breath hitched at your words, the raw desperation slashing through him like a blade. "Y-yes, I will, just… just a little longer," he gasped, his grip tightening on your thighs as you continued to ride him ravenously, drawing out every sensation to its fullest. The sounds of your bodies colliding echoed in the room, punctuated by the sweet notes of pleasure that filled the air.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, an insistent throb that demanded release. Your breaths came quicker as you leaned back slightly, one hand finding its way to your clit again to push yourself even closer.

"Arthur," you breathed heavily, looking back at him through semi-lidded eyes. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

His eyes danced with a mix of longing and determination as he nodded vigorously, his body twitching beneath you. "You have no idea what yer doin' to me," he murmured hoarsely.

Every thrust became more urgent, more fervent as he chased both of your climaxes. His hands mapped your body, fingers digging into your skin with just enough

pressure to send shivers racing down your spine. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, an exquisite build-up that threatened to explode at any moment. Each time you sank down onto him, you felt as if you were drawing ever closer to a point of no return, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch.

“Arthur—” you gasped, your voice trembling with need as the edge of bliss danced tantalizingly close. His eyes were locked onto yours, fierce and filled with promise. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Just a little more,” he urged, his voice gravelly and filled with intensity. “I want us both to go together.”

His words ignited something primal within you; you changed your angle slightly, moving in a way that made him fill you deeper, harder. The overwhelming sensations drove tears of pleasure to your eyes, and your breath became ragged with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” he urged again, his hips thrusting up in desperation, urging you even further toward that peak of ecstasy. “I’m so close… just let go.”

With every thrust and swirl of your hips, it felt as though you were unraveling at the seams. Your body was responding to his every movement, every whisper and every plea pulling you deeper under the spell of pleasure. You could feel the dam within you beginning to crack, a sweet pressure building that begged for release.

“Arthur, I—” You choked out as his grip on your thighs shifted, pulling you down hard against him, the sensation sending shockwaves through your entire being. “I can’t hold it back!”

“Jus’ let it happen!” His voice was urgent, filled with fervor that matched your own.

With one final thrust, you spiraled over the edge. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave, pulling every part of you under as you cried out his name. You felt your walls quiver around him, clamping down tightly as your body seized in pleasure, each pulse radiating through your veins like the sweetest venom. Arthur followed closely behind, his own orgasm tearing through him with a force that left you breathless. “Yes! Yes!” he shouted, lost in the depth of his release as he filled you completely, repeating your name like a hymn. The warmth of him inside you sent aftershocks of bliss coursing through your body, intensifying your own climax until it felt like stars were exploding behind your closed eyelids.

The world around you faded into nothingness; all that remained was the intoxicating rhythm of your pulse and the sound of ragged breaths mingling together. You collapse atop of him, cock still firmly placed inside you. You refuse for him to remove it, “let’s just stay like this for a minute,”

Arthur chuckles hoarsely, his own throat sore from his relentless moaning. “I ain’t arguin’, you really did a number on me today pretty girl."

[fabled-fiction]

i see you write for hobie brown omg i like audibly giggled when i read that 😭 i’m so excited he’s finally getting his recognition !!

if you write for him, maybe some relationship hcs?? (gn reader would be perfect!) bonus points if reader and hobie are around the same height

tysm!!

Hobie Brown Relationship Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for Hobie Brown in a relationship. From PDA to your private moments to how he acts when you aren’t around

Word Count: 961

Warnings: Talk of injury, POSSIBLE SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS (I’m just putting this here to be careful)

A/N: I hope this is good!! I wanted to include bits and pieces of what I thought could be a glimpse into some of the softer parts of Hobie!!

🕷️ First of all, this man is a charmer

🕷️ One of his love languages is words of affirmation and trust me this man is always finding ways to compliment any and every part of you

🕷️ His goal is to show how much he appreciates you…but also he just loves seeing how hot your face can get. How flustered he can make you.

🕷️ He gets a confidence boost everytime ngl

🕷️ Especially in public.

🕷️ “Aye, ‘ow good does (Y/N) look?”

🕷️ Once you’re settled into the relationship he will never call you by your name-atleast not fully

🕷️ He expects the same. Call him Hobart and he will be visually confused and apauled

🕷️ “ Im sorry, who? I dont see a ‘obart in the room wif us.”

🕷️ Its always nicknames of your name.

🕷️ His go to pet name is “babes”

🕷️ On a seperate note, Quality time is also a super big thing whenever you get together

🕷️ Cause sometimes he’ll feel bad that his time is essentially split into thirds. Between being Spiderman on his Earth, a part of the Spider Society, and his time as Hobie Brown

🕷️ So he finds any and every opportunity to just soak you in

🕷️ Obviously you have the swing dates. Where he’ll usually take you to the top of whatever building has the best view for the night and have a picnic

🕷️ But thats usually for special occasions.

🕷️ Your usual spot it cuddled up with each other either just watching TV or a movie or sharing earbuds.

🕷️ His favorite is when you’re just doing your own things but together. Being in eachother’s presence

🕷️ Normally he’ll be tuning or playing his guitar, writing down cords that work well together while you have a book or sketchbook in your hand

🕷️ When it comes to late nights together, sleepovers and what not his favorite thing is when you two are cuddling.

🕷️ His favorite thing is to hold your face

🕷️ Because of his spider senses he gets to memorize the smallest of details on your face

🕷️ Also this man, if you get his head on your chesr earlier on in the cuddle session he is OUT

🕷️ Your heart beat is his personal lullaby. His security. It calms him down. Especially if he’s having trouble sleeping after a particularly rough patrol. Expect him to just haul your ass onto the bed and just bury himself into you.

🕷️ Also this man is not SUPER into the traditional PDA, dont expect to get any long kisses from him in public or you sitting in his lap.

🕷️ He has his own form of PDA though. He ALWAYS has to be close to you.

🕷️ If someone is standing next to you? No they’re not. Suddenly he’s (not so subtly) making his way back into HIS spot next to you and then standing shoulder to shoulder.

🕷️ This is something he will not move on, his spot is next to you and your spot is next to him. Whatever surface he is laying on or sitting on he expects you to be next to him or sitting between his legs

🕷️ He’s not a full on hand holder (the most you’ll get is a pinky hold) but he is the type to either always have his arm on you SOMEWHERE. Whether that's resting his elbow on your shoulder, arm around your shoulders. He’s just always touching you in some way.

🕷️ He’s always slinging his body over you, smothering you. THATS his favorite form of PDA.

🕷️ Or if he’s just feeling especially territorial he'll have his hand in your back pocket.

🕷️ Its not because of any superficial reason, this guy is the opposite from that. He’s just solid in the relationship, and prefers the super intimate physicalities to be just between you two.

🕷️ Unbeknownst to him though, its not really needed because this mf is ALWAYS staring at you with the most lovey dovey love sick puppy eyes.

🕷️ Whenever he talks about you to Miles or Gwen or Pavitr or Miguel…really anyone that will listen

🕷️ They usually have to tell him to get back on topic.

🕷️ Also always expect to be wearing SOME article of his. Its his way of…making sure he’s always with you. Totally not because he’s vocal about you being his ans when he’s not with you others gotta know.

🕷️ And he’s the same way. He’s always got one of your jackets around his waist or one of your tees. Anything you’ll let him wear (steal) to show off that he’s yours. It gives him the biggest shit eating grin.

🕷️ If you’ll let him, he’ll go as far as to take an old tee you were planning on getting rid off and add a patch of it to his vest.

🕷️ Also uhmm…this mf never stops texting you. ESPECIALLY if he’s away in another universe he’s sending selfs.

🕷️ He expects selfies back, and it gets to the point where his wallpaper is a collage of all the selfies you’ve taken and he’s taken…candids or not.

🕷️ Its also usually the most unreadible shit, because he’s convined he can text and swing which you’ve told him NOT to do

🕷️ On the topic of his wreckless swinging, you two have a rule

🕷️ He doesn’t want you involved with his Spider stuff. He’s got that part of the stereotypical spiderman mentality. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

🕷️ But for your sanity, any injury he has you take care of (if you can). If gives you some sort of peace of mind to know how he’s going in and what to expect.

🕷️ Ever since you both got together he’s been more careful.

🕷️ Cause he’s actually got something to come back to on his earth.

🕷️ When you get together he’s more passionate about his cause

🕷️ Because now he has a much more personal goal to work for.

[ryuttaeng]

First of all welcome back,

Can you a friends to lovers with g!p ryujin, both are in the same pack kinda like Teen Wolf.

-🦋 anon

gp!ryujin x fem!reader

a/n: dare i say that i’ve never watched it 🫢

warnings: g!p, slight enemies to friends to lovers, lowkey made it switch!ryujin, unprotected sex

you turn around, hearing someone’s presence in the room. "oh, it’s you… you can at least announce yourself before entering, you know?" you say, as you look at ryujin’s smiley face. "what are you smiling at, ryuddaeng?" you ask, seeing older girl that shrugged. "nothing… do i need a reason to smile?"

you sigh, as you sat down bedside ryujin on the couch, examining her face. it’s actually hard to tell for you why you started liking her overnight and when that hate between you both ended. ryu looks like an epitome of your type but you don’t like her that way, do you? you’d rather have her as your…

"earth to y/n! are we here?" ryujin waves her hand in front of your face, trying to draw your attention to her. "sorry, just wondered about… stuff." you reply, turning away from her. "oh really? mind sharing your thoughts with me?" does she really need to be this… appealing? you pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing once again. "wanna make you sigh in a different way." you hear ryujin say, instantly turning your head to her direction. did you hear that right?

there was something about you that made ryujin irritated or was it just a reaction to your attitude towards her. you two weren’t on a good terms with each other but ryujin wouldn’t deny that you are exactly what she wanted in a girl. she secretly cheered when you started talking with her more and eventually became friends. of course, there still were some things that she hid from you, but maybe it’s you who’s a little ignorant about ryujin’s intentions or whatever.

ryujin’s hand playfully took your strand of hair, "do you really don’t get my intentions?" she asks, making you more confused than ever. now it’s ryujin’s turn to sigh, yet she’s patient, "i like you. not as a friend or coworker you know… we both work together but it would be hard to me to stay as friends." her hand was on your cheek, as she shyly turned her head away. is it real? or she just messing with you? you just open and close your mouth, unable to form any coherent sentences, as you feel ryujin grabbing your head and laying it on her chest. "ya hear that? that’s how fast you make my heart beat." ryujin’s voice softened as you look at her. "are you kidding me? i thought i was weird for feeling something… towards you." you almost whisper, now looking at ryujin differently. ryujin takes a deep breath before saying, "no, im not kidding you i just-"

the rest of the sentence ryujin hummed into the kiss, her hand grabbing your hair, moving you closer to her, if it’s even possible. older girl carefully lays down, you break the kiss to go down to her neck, holding back to leave any marks. ryujin’s breathing becomes more intense, she’s almost whimpering, "hold on… y/n, i-" ryujin tries to push you away but you resist. she sits down, holding onto her pants, hesitating to speak. she just takes your hand, moving it lower, until you sense her hard-on. older girl awaits for your negative reaction and she sighs in relief when you smile at her, "i’m totally okay with it, don’t worry about it. you’re as gorgeous as you always were." you sink yourself down, slowly rubbing the clothed cock.

ryujin whimpers, mumbling your name under her breath, as you unzip her pants, pulling them down along with boxers. you kiss ryujin again, pulling down your pants, slowly aligning her cock with your entrance as you adjust to her length. "oh my… god…" you moan out, ryujin’s hands placed on your waist, she slowly starts moving her hips, nearly ready to finish already. "ryujin… can you go faster, please?" you whisper, closing your eyes. it’s all too much for your liking.

who ryujin is to deny your plea? she starts pounding into you, making you moan even louder that she has to muffle you by kissing. your breathing becomes more intense, you getting closer to your release with each ryujin’s thrust. "oh- f-fuck, i’m gonna cum now!" ryujin moans out, her cock sips out of you before she shoots her load on her tummy, you both came at the same time.

you lay down, heavy breathing when ryujin’s hand caresses your hair. she placed a kiss on your forehead, holding you. "i love you."

"i love you too."

[cherib3lla]

𝙄 𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙒𝘼𝙔!

a/n — hey chat, this took way too long (i’m fucking lazy and didn’t feel like writing) but i’m proud of this!!

@prettylameusertbh saw it first + proofread it <3

warning - smut, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex, cause you don’t want that late text that i think im late text- lil wayne!), cursing, praise, teeny tiny lil fluff, oral (male receiving), fingering, hair pulling, smacking.

if i missed anything please tell me!!

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Standing in front of the mirror that sits in Matt's bathroom, applying light makeup which consists of mascara, blush, concealer, and a little bit of eyebrow gel. Putting on a small heart-shaped locket that Matt gifted me for my birthday, plus, some dainty little silver bracelets.

Walking out of the bathroom, and turning into Matt's room, I see him sitting in the bed, forearms resting on his thighs while he types away at his phone. After a short beat of silence, he looks up from his phone, “You ready to go sweetheart?” he asks timidly, keeping his eyes on my face.

Oh. Not even a single glance at the dress I put on? “O-oh, yeah let me just grab my purse,” I mumble as I rush over to the small table next to the bed. “I'll be in the car,” I hear him say at the same time I hear the door open. Is he that mad at me?

Hardly any words were exchanged during the car ride to the restaurant. Brief glances and tiny touches were exchanged between us. Arriving at the restaurant, Matt pulls into a parking space. Removed the keys, got out, and walked around to the passenger side where I was sitting. He opened my door for me, offering his hand out.

୨ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ৎ

Small talk was made at the dinner table on and off all night. I tried having a real conversation but I was left with a dry response or a slight nod of his head. Nothing more, nothing less. Growing more and more aggravated, I built the courage to ask “Okay, Matt what the fuck is wrong with you?”

A beat of silence fills the car, and only the soft hums of the radio are heard. “What do you think is wrong? All you did was tease me all fucking day,” he snarled at me with a clenched jaw as his hands tightened around the wheel. “Well you didn’t pay attention to me all fucking day, what did you expect?” I shout back at him, looking out the window in frustration.

“I'm sorry I haven't been paying attention to you. I've been stressed out with all these new video ideas. You don't deserve to be ignored, I'm sorry baby,” he sympathized with me.

“I-I'm sorry I was teasing you, I didn't realize you were this stressed,” I said in a soothing tone. If he was stressed maybe I could… help him out? “Can I ma-maybe help you” I blurt out abruptly. I see confusion take over his face as I sit there, biting my lip in anticipation. “What do mean?” he replied back.

Not knowing how to use my words I reach over my body, unbuckling my seat belt. Turning my body sideways I reach for his belt buckle. “W-woah w-what are you doing,” he interjected, taking a hand off the wheel and placing it on my hand. “Helping you relax,” I retorted.

“Sweetheart I'm driving,” he grunted out as I started to pull his pants and boxer down enough to have room for what I was about to do. “We’re on the highway I— ohh fuck-, he gasped out as I placed my hand on the base of his cock, stroking slowly.

“Shut up. Drive,” releasing a shaky breath, he leans back, keeping both hands on the steering wheel while glancing between the road and my head between his thighs. I start placing kisses up and down his cock, teasing him a little more. “Fuck— c’mon, baby you can do better than that,” he peeked down at me, taking a hand off the steering wheel and using it to push my head further down his cock.

Precum beads at his tip, licking it off, I start sucking hard on his tip. Coaxing a sharp breath out of him. Circling my tongue around his tip, I start to bob my head up and down. Keeping a hand at his base, stroking what couldn't fit inside my mouth.

“Yesss— fuck, just like that sweetie,” I continue bobbing my head, going as deep as I can. I replace my hand with the back of my throat. I feel Matt place a hand on the back of my head, asking for permission to push down, I nod my head around his cock. “Right there, fuckkkk—,”

“S’ good baby, keep going—,” Gagging sounds fill the car as I try my best to coax the orgasm out of him. “Yes—f-fuck, I'm g-gonna cum!” he starts lifting his hips, thrusting into my mouth. A few seconds later I felt him finish down my throat. “Good fucking girl— you did so good for me,”

Lifting my head up, I lean back in my seat, trying to catch my breath, as they come out shaken. I feel the car jolt forward, as Matt starts swerving between cars. “Matt slow down!” ignoring me, he looks over to the right, near the exit, switches lanes, and speeds off the highway. “What- where are we going?”

Pulling up to the nearest parking lot. It's mostly empty— maybe 5 cars at most. “Get in the back. Now,” feeling my panties dampen with the tone of his voice, I do what he says, and climb in the back. Crawling over the middle compartment, into the back, he slaps my ass forcefully, making me jolt forward.

He followed behind me, repositioning my body, and forcing me to be on my stomach. He takes my hips in his hand and positions them in the air. Placing his hand on my lower back, he pushes down, making me arch into his body.

“Im gonna fuck you so good baby,” dragging out his words. He pulls down his pants and his boxers the rest of the way, pushing the fabric of my dress up my waist. Pulling my panties to the side he runs two fingers from my entrance, up to my clit. “Ohhh baby you're so wet and I've barely even touched you,”

I wince as I feel the tips of his fingers stretching me out, “C'mon Baby we gotta get you ready for me hm,” he forcefully shoves his fingers deep inside me, hitting places that my own fingers would never be able to reach. Curling them against my sweet spot, he thrusts his fingers in and out.

“Mmph— pl-please Matt,” I begged. As soon as I start to fuck myself back on his fingers he pulls away. “What do you want baby, use your words f’me,” he purred at me as he attached his lips to the lower part of my back. A pout took over my face, not wanting to be verbal with him about what I desired. “Cmon baby you can do it,”

“Please Matt— need y-your- cock, please baby,” tears started to build on my waterline from all the built up sexual frustration. “Mmm good girl, using your words f’me,”

He snakes his hand around my body, placing his palm in front of my face, “Spit” he starts to stroke his dick with his spit covered palm. Placing his tip in my entrance, not pushing any further than the tip. Whining his name, he slammed his cock deep inside my pussy. Stalling for a moment, “fuck sweetie you're always so tight for me,”

He starts thrusting at a medium pace, the windows already starting to fog up from our actions. “Matt — Fas-” I get cut off by him snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace. Jolting forward he wraps a hand around my hair, pulling me to his chest, “s’ think you can tease me all day, huh?” continuously snapping his hips, making it harder for me to answer.

Unlocking his fingers from my hair, he replaces his hands around my neck, squeezing the sides. Euphoria runs through my veins as he applies more and more pressure. I reach under my body to toy with clit, rubbing in circular motions.

“Mmph — good job baby keeping playin’ with ya clit f’me,” his thrusts become harder, deeper, as I clench around his cock. “Matt— Matt, fuck, m’gonna cum” I whimpered. I could tell Matt wasn't too far away from finishing either, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Hold it — fuck, baby hold it f’me,” he says through pants and whimpers. Both our breathing is labored. Hard and heavy pants exiting both of our mouths. His thrusts become sloppier and sloppier.

“You take it, s’good baby, c’mon cum on my cock. Make a mess sweetie” he says cooeing at me. “Matt —m’ cum, cumming!” I release with a shout of his name and expletives coming out of my mouth not long after. Fucking me through my high, he reaches his.

“Wh-where do you want it, sweetie” his voice cracking as he quickly approaches his high. “In me Matt— please, need your cum!” he complied. With a grunt, he came inside me, filling me up.

Both of us lay there, out of breath, sweaty, and sticky. The sexual tension in the car quickly dispersed — leaving us tired and heaving messes. “You okay princess?” he said from behind, his dick still nestled in my pulsing heat.

With a quick reply, he pulls his length out of me — leaving a leaking mess down my thighs. Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he starts to clean me up. “You did so good f’me princess,”

After redressing and climbing back into the front. We make our way back to Matt’s house. The ride back was filled with small touches and quite small talk.

Walking into the house we were met by Nick and Chris, sitting on the couch. Both of them looked perplexed by our appearances. “What the fuck happened to you two?” Nick said with curiosity.

Unbeknownst to me, my mascara was smudged, and my hair was a mess. Matts's hair looked damp, and his clothes were wrinkled. Chris gasped at the sight of us, eyes bulging out of his head and his jaw wide open.

“What the fuck dude! In the car! Seriously!”

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a/n — if you wanna be tagged in upcoming fics you can message me or inbox me!! love u mwuah 🎀

tags- @sturniolos--girl @m0r94n @lovesodakid @sweetreliever @emssturniolo @slxtformatt

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.7 | fighting, drinking, arguing, language | chap.6

"these was supposed to be yours yesterday but... you know how that went."

connie said, standing at your door with a bouquet of pink flowers and chocolates. you softly smiled and bit your lip, grabbing the big bouquet and chocolates from him. he then looked at your arm.

"these the same type of roses i tattooed on your arm that night."

you tilted your head. "thank you. really. this the second time you saw me lookin a mess though." you laughed a little.

referring to the bonnet you had on your head and the oversized t-shirt you had on. connie shook his head, "nah, you look good." he laughed. "them was for your birthday though... your third birthday present."

"you funny." you looked at the flowers before looking at him. "you heard from...?"

"he saw my message, he know wassup." connie waved the air before putting his hands back in his pockets. ever since he stayed at your house last night, he never got the feeling to stay away.

you had some kind of hold on him, and it was odd.

"but yeah..." he said after a small silence filled the space between the both of you. "if you feel good enough, eren havin a party at his house tonight. tryna see if you going." he looked at you.

you hummed. "ill let you know." you nodded.

"without my number?" connie frowned playfully. you rolled your eyes with a smile. "i guess you found a way." you mumbled, taking his phone and putting your number in it. "just text me and remind me about it tonight." you said, passing him his phone back.

"i gotchu." connie said, turning to leave. he paused in his steps and turned back around, looking at your lips.

you exhaled, walking closer to him and giving him a peck on the lips. "there." you said, softly pushing him out of your doorway and shutting it behind him.

you walked back towards your stairs and in your room, placing the flowers in an empty vase. "ill put water in you later." you mumbled, sitting on the end of your bed and checking your phone, which you hadn't checked all night.

you had calls and texts from sasha, her asking where you were and if you were getting "fucked."

"what?" you frowned.

"you got fucked last night, i already know. i told mikasa you were either at home slumped or getting fucked. and since you answered, i wanna know who it was, why, and how it was." she said on the other line, making you hum.

"i didnt get fucked by anybody last night." what a liar you are.

"yeah yeah, girl cut the bullshit. i wanna know every detail." she looked at the camera before looking back up and what seemed like her tv.

"okay ill tell you, but sasha dont make a big deal out of it 'cus it was literally nothing." liar.

"i literally wont, just tell me." sasha looked back at the camera.

"so i was with connie-"

"bingo! i just fucking knew it! yknow, i wondered why i couldn't find you and connie after i found ony and i suspected you two were somewhere, and he was beating them doonies down." sasha pointed at the camera, making you roll your eyes.

"alright, whatever. you goin to erens party tonight?" you rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes.

"yeah, and youre going too. you woke up so late, the parties already in three hours." sasha mumbled like it was nothing. "what?" you said in disbelief, looking at the time on your phone.

it was 5 oclock. you really did get put to sleep.

"okay sash, im finna take a shower, dont worry bout picking me up tonight, ill just drive myself. ion plan on gettin wasted no more." you explained, standing up and going towards your bathroom.

"okay girl, love you, bye." she said before quickly hanging up. you put your phone on the bathroom counter before turning your water on and taking a long, steamy, shower.

you really werent in the mood for another party, and you really didnt feel like going out tonight again.

your back was aching, your legs were on the verge of being sore, all because of connie. you didnt even stay out long enough last night to have sore legs from the club, so you knew he was the cause.

but parties were different from clubs. theres was more fighting, drinking, arguing, everything. especially drama.

as you redid your fresh face, applying light makeup, redoing your hair and curling it, and putting your outfit on, you checked the time once again. 7:43pm.

if anything you were gonna be late instead of early due to the sheer amount of people that would crowd the house, even minutes before the official party started.

you grabbed your things, heading out of your house. as you started your car, smacking your lips at the fact that it was cold outside, and you just mindlessly decided to wear a small skirt.

you pulled out of your driveway after starting your music, driving down your neighborhood, pulling your mirror down to make sure your hair looked at least decent after replacing some of the tracks. "damn connie." you shook your head, pushing your mirror back up.

your music got interrupted by a phone call, you glance at your phone, not even looking at the contact before hitting answer. "yeah?" you said, putting your phone in the cup holder.

"wassupppp."

you rolled your eyes, "yes im going connie." you said, taking a turn down erens neighborhood. "well you late." connie said boredly on the other end. "why you wearin that tiny ass skirt?"

you frowned, picking up your phone and looking, not even realizing you were on factime. "why you lookin?" you smiled, sitting your phone in your lap. connie clicked his tongue. "watch yo mouth." he said, walking through the party, at least that's what it looked like.

as you pulled up on the side of the road near erens house, you turned your car off and took your seatbelt off, looking at your phone as you got out of the car. "ima see you in here right?" you walked up to the house, already seeing people on the porch and on the side of the house.

"i hope not." connie mumbled, smiling to see if you found his joke funny.

you hung up.

"not in the mood." you mumbled, opening the door and letting yourself, trying to push past everyone and find where eren and the rest of them were.

"y/nnnn!" sasha jumped up, along with mikasa, hugging you. "i heard about you" mikasa whispered in your ear. you pulled away and frowned at sasha. "dont ask me bout shit else." you pointed at her.

"ight, ight, fuck the kumbaya. wassup y/n." ony dapped you up. "hey ony." you smiled. "damn we cant get no hey?" eren frowned, holding his arms out, referring to him and armin. "can you give me time to speak? hey armin." you waved at armin.

you sat down beside connie, who was looking around the party the whole time. you nudged him a little, the rest of the group babbling about random things.

"you remember what i said right?" you looked at him as he continued looking away.

"bout reiner? yeah, ian worried bout that no mo'." he shrugged, taking a sip from whatever was in his styrofoam cup. your eyes rested on him, you obviously not believing him. connie looked at you and shrugged again. "i swear im not gon touch him." he said, looking you in the eye.

you pursed your lips together before standing up. "sash, mika, come with me, im bouta go get a margarita." you said, making your way to the kitchen and opening the cooler. "girl, why connie lookin so tense?" mikasa frowned, grabbing one after you. you slowly shook your head, finally deciding to tell them about what happened.

"he mad about something that happened between me and reiner. he just got aggressive and grabbed my wrist. connie saw the bruise and i told him not to do nothing 'cus i don't want him to get involved, but he stubborn." you shook your head, taking a sip from your margarita.

mikasa and sasha frowned. "y/n, you wasn't thinking on tellin us about this?" mikasa looked at your wrist. the bruise only faded a little. you looked at the ceiling with a groan. "i don't wanna involve nobody." you mumbled.

you really didn't understand why they wanted to know. yeah, he did put his hands on you, and if anything, you should've told the whole group, knowing they'd jump his ass in a heartbeat.

but you were so damn scared of reiner, you didn't know what he'd do if he caught you by yourself.

"what the fuck he do that for?" sasha squinted. "he thought somethin' was going on between me and connie 'cus hes a fuckin idiot."

"oh yeah, connie needa whoop his ass." mikasa glanced back at where connie and everyone else was. "i know." your lips formed a line, your eyes roaming around the room.

speak of the devil.

they landed right on reiner, who was walking through the crowd. your eyes widened and they went straight to connie. "i know that aint the muh'fucka right there!" sasha pointed. "shit." your eyebrows furrowed.

mikasa looked at you, straight in the eyes.

"y/n. reiner put his hands on you. you don't have a choice but to let connie beat his ass."

you were hesitant.

if you did let that happen, that could mean reiner would target you the most. but if it didnt happen, youd have to hide whatever you and connie had going on.

you didn't wanna hide anything. no, you didn't have to hide anything. you're not a child, you do whatever you wanna do, you fight back whenever you wanna fight.

but seems like before you could even give connie the permission to do anything, he beat you to it. you heard screaming around the spot you'd just left. you, sasha, and mikasa running over and through the crowd to see what was happening.

to your surprise, not only connie was throwing punches, but ony, and eren too. armin recording everything while laughing. with your lips parted and your eyes widened, you walked over to the other side to get a better view of what was happening to reiner and stood there, staring down at him.

his nose leaking, and bruises forming around different parts of his face.

he was trying his best to fight back but getting jumped by three strong guys wasn't the easiest trap to get out of.

"you like puttin yo hands on females? you a bitch." connie said as everyone else got pulled off of him. "dumb ass nigga." ony mumbled, aggressively fixing his clothes as some of his other homeboys pulled him outside to calm down.

"you a whole weirdo ass bitch! jumping one person 'cus you cant fight for yo damn self!" you saw historia run up to reiner, rushing to help him up.

she was always the main problem in your relationship, but just like connie defended you, you were gonna defend him.

"he shoulda never put his damn hands on me, if you got a problem we can take this shit outside too, or nah?" you raised your eyebrows, taking your phone from the side of your skirt to give it to sasha or mikasa, somebody nearby.

you might've been scared of reiner, but you wasn't scared of no little ass girl, or no girl in general.

historia frowned at you before looking at reiner. "whoop her ass." reiner mumbled to historia. that was your cue.

"come on man, ion got no time to waste on yo ass. i can get this over with quick." you shook your head, rushing outside and to your car, grabbing sweatpants from your backseat and throwing them over your skirt.

as everyone had their phones out, you got in the middle of the circle, mikasa and sasha standing behind you to make sure ymir or annie didn't jump in. you pulled your sweatpants up, rolling them up as adrenaline rushed through your body.

as mikasa tied your hair up, she eyed the rest of historias friends. you had no idea where connie was, nor were you worried about it.

"come on y/n." eren mumbled, his hands on his knees as he leaned over, waiting for you and historia to get your round in.

as she stepped in the middle of the circle, her minions screaming for her and most people screaming for you. you posted up, getting your hands ready, as you both went in a circle waiting for someone to swing first, you wasted no time to start throwing straight punches, no hair pulling, no pulling in general.

"whoop her ass y/n, you know what to do! yeah!" sasha cheered you on over the amount of people yelling.

historia was throwing punches, deciding to grab your hair and hold your head down, you, automatically mirroring her actions and pulling her to the side of you, making her trip over her own feet, pulling you down with her.

when you opened your eyes, you saw blood leaking down her face, just like reiner. she tried to kick you off of her, as you felt somebody grab your shoulders, you got more pissed by the seconds.

"let my hair go dumb bitch!" you yelled, whoever was grabbing your shoulders let go and you felt people crowd more around you, the screaming getting louder.

"ight, come on, come on." connie mumbled, grabbing you by your waist, trying to pull you off of historia, someone doing the same to her. but you didn't let go, still swinging hard licks, hitting her in her head and forehead.

"let go, y/n come on." connie frowned, trying his best to pull you away, as he turned his back towards historia, you still had a good grip on her hair. finally deciding to let go, and bring a chunk of her hair with you, you frowned, trying to make your way out of connies arms while yelling violent nothings.

"that bitch know to never fuck wit' me, ion even know why she tried it! she should know bout me!" you yelled, getting dragged away. "shut up bitch, you mad cus reiner finally found the one!" you saw her yelling.

"bitch you wanted beef bout a nigga that be bussin nut and knots in yo mouth, shut up bitch!"

"hush, hush, hush, you drunk. come on." connie mumbled, dragging you towards your car, continuing to hold you. "all three of yall got it out, come on." connie put his hand over your mouth to make you shut up.

you frowned up at him before looking at the ground.

"you good, just calm down. ight? i gotchu." connie mumbled, glancing back at a pissed off eren, storming towards his house.

"he ain't gon hurt you no mo', ight? just get in the car and calm down." connie mumbled. "i wanna go back in the house, ian drunk yet." you muttered, looking back at the house.

"you tryna fight, so no. get in the car bruh." connie looked back again, seeing historias small group leave the house.

"im not gon do nothing to the bitch, ima let her be mad bout a nigga." you mumbled. "i just wanna get drunk." you muttered.

connie looked at you for a few seconds before sighing, slowly nodding. "ima stay for a few mo minutes, but im goin home soon. gotta calm myself down." he muttered, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the house.

you huffed. "okay."

chap.8

[falrydyke]

against the rules (pt.1)

ceo!abby anderson x secretary!f!reader

the content warnings only include what happens in the specific part!!! there is no nsfw in this part, but there will be smut eventually!!!

cw: slow burn (multiple part series), slight angst, y/n used (IM SORRYYYYY), mentions of drinking

(i’m sorry this sucks ass, i just really wanted to get pt.1 out so y’all aren’t waiting forever 😭)

You sat at your desk, typing up an email to your boss when the phone rang. You picked it up and, using your customer service voice, answered, “Hello, Anderson Offices. How can I help you?” You were smiling even though the person on the other line couldn’t see you.

The person went on and on about needing to make a meeting with the ceo and you took a deep breath. You got these calls about 5 times every day.

“Ma’am, Miss Anderson is busy today. I’m sure you know she has a very busy schedule due to being the ceo of a business,” You said, smiling forcefully. You clicked on the calendar on your computer and scrolled a bit before continuing, “The next available spot she has to meet is in a month, on September 6th. Is that alright for you?”

The woman kept pushing and pushing before you eventually told her that was the soonest you could fit her in and she hung up.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead. Stupid people, you muttered. You were about to call your boss before the phone rang again.

The phone sat there, ringing for a moment before you finally grabbed it and started, “Hello! Anderson Offices, how can I help you today?”

You almost dropped the phone when a familiar voice responded, “Y/n. I need to see you in my office. Now.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your stomach doing flips, twists, and turns. “Y-Yes, ma’am. Right away.”

The black heels that you wore that day clacked against the floor as you speed walked towards the elevator. You pressed the buttons as fast as you could and waited impatiently to get to the top. You quickly walked over to the huge doors at the end of the hallway, your heart beating at an insane speed.

Click! The door opened slowly without making a sound (besides the small sound of turning the door knob). Your boss had her back turned, staring out the window while sat in her large seat. You could see her large arms sat on the arm rests.

“Sit,” Her voice boomed in the large room that echoed so easily. Your heels continued their clacking as you made your way to the seat across from her. You sat, your legs crossed over each other and your hands perched in your lap.

“Did someone call earlier?” She asked, still not turning around.

You were going to nod and then remembered she couldn’t see you, so you said, “M-Mhm. Wanted to meet with you, so I told her your next opening was in a-“ You were cut off when Abby turned and slammed her hand on the table. You jumped in your seat and stared at her with wide eyes.

“Do you even know who that was?!” She yelled, glaring at you.

Abby Anderson. Intimidating, terrifying, and possibly dangerous. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce through you, as if she could see every single thought running around in your mind.

She went to yell again but you just mumbled, “No.”

Abby looked at you like you were stupid. “How long have you worked here?”

“A year—“ You barely got your words out before she continued as if you hadn’t said anything.

“How the fuck did you not recognize her voice?!” She panted, out of breath from just how angry she was.

You stood there with wide eyes, breathing shakily. Abby stared into your eyes. The silence was louder than the screaming that had just happened.

“I’ll call her back and tell her that you’re unavailable.” You turned and quickly walked out the door, not looking back once. The sound of the door slamming shut behind you was the last thing Abby heard before she slammed her hands against her desk and screamed.

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After you called the woman back and told her that Abby wasn’t available anymore, you worked until your shift was over. As soon as you looked at the time and saw that it was 8:03pm, you rushed out the door.

You sat in a cab on the way home and stared out the window, watching buildings and people pass by. Even though it was later in the day, the streets were still full of tourists, women club hopping, and your typical Chicago wanderers.

You grabbed your bag and handed the driver your money, smiling and thanking him before getting out and walking into your apartment building. You got paid surprisingly well for being a secretary, mainly because you worked specifically for Abby. The door clicked open and you smiled when your cat came running.

Vixen wrapped around your legs as you shut the door behind yourself, the black cat purring.

“Did you miss me, baby?” A big smile spread across your face as you set your things down and picked Vixen up. She settled into you, purring still.

You carried Vixen to your living room and set her down, going to the kitchen quickly and grabbing a glass of wine. The couch made an oomph sound as you sat down and pet Vixen while you sipped your wine.

All of a sudden, your phone rang. You groaned and grabbed it. What the fuck? Why is she calling me?

You answered and put the phone to your ear, “Miss Anderson, why are you calling me at almost nine o’clock at night?”

“Y/n,” She slurred. Was she drunk? “Are you at home?”

“Miss Anderson — are you.. drunk??” You finally spoke what had been swirling in your brain since she started talking.

“No, no, y/n, of course not!” She snickered. “Why would you think that?!” Abby burst out laughing, and finally when her giggling faded, she confessed, “Y/n… I think I am drunk! You’re so smart!”

You groaned and rubbed your temple. “Miss Anderson, go to bed. Please.”

“Mmm… why are you telling me what to do?” She scoffed.

Please don’t yell, please don’t yell, please don’t- “Do not tell me what to do, y/n, I am your boss.” She said, her voice raised.

“Yes, right, sorry Miss Anderson. Goodnight. I’m going to bed seeing as I have work in the morning.” You responded with a forced smile and hung up.

I need a new job.