#( someone's lips distracted him too much ig )

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

"Woah ah ah!" He didn't throw her the manga and yet she fumbled with it; almost dropping it a couple times in the process of trying to hold it properly. WHY IS HE GIVING IT BACK TO HER LIKE SHE'S GONNA BUY IT?! "H-Hey! I-I was only curious and opened to a random page! Y-You came at a weird timing! I swear!" Which is true, but she wasn't denying that she does in fact enjoy reading manga or playing visual novels that contain sexual content. Would he bully her for also liking smutty stories containing a male-presenting yandere? Oh God she doesn't want to IMAGINE him finding out how she used to obsess over a yandere visual novel character.

Quickly, she tucks the book back in the shelf and turns back to look at Kamui with puffed out reddened cheeks. "S-Says the one who would stare at my breasts! Pervert Mui! Hmph!" She crosses her arms and hisses those words in a whisper closely to his face. They were in public within a store, after all. She was glaring at him, but there wasn't any real anger behind her amethyst eyes. She looked more like an cute angry kitten. If she had a cat tail, it'd be whipping left and right by now.

When he got closer, she finds herself backed against the bookshelf as he leans his face towards hers and her breath softly hitches. Heart racing and face getting hot. It was always so tempting to let him kiss her. Ugh and why does he have to keep calling her cute?! It's not fair what he does to her heart. Her eyebrows were still furrowed, but... Oh, how she wishes to feel those soft lips on hers again. It felt so good. It felt so right. She felt so loved. She really wants to kiss him again. When she was thinking back to their kiss on his birthday, her facial features softened and... Without realizing she was doing it, Namida leans in slowly herself; their lips very lightly touching, but not enough to feel like an actual kiss. Her hands sliding across his cheeks. Fingers threading through his silky hair. A quiet voice lovingly calling his name in a hypnotized state. "Kamui..."

That's when she spots an employee passing by and it manages to break her out of the spell she was in. Immediately placing her hands on his mouth out of embarrassment. Her 'angry kitten' face returning as she whines. "Muiiiiiiiiiiiii." She turns around to face away from him and attempts at distracting herself from looking at his lips by searching for more manga on the shelf. Her finger sliding along the many spines of books. Honestly not even paying attention to the titles. Her mind was still thinking about kissing him. "Wh-What are you doing here anyway? Looking for manga too? I-I'll have you know. I was here to look for SHOUJO manga. Not anything smutty!"

''I think I have great timing actually.'' There was a cheeky smile he'd wear when saying that, pretty glad he decided to drop by the store when he did. Sometimes he loathed what fate put in front of him, but sometimes it also put him in the most amusing of situations. Like finding his 'best friend' reading something inappropriate. Kamui kind of wish he could read minds and see what she had been thinking while reading that. It was probably incredibly entertaining.

Although, when Namida countered by mentioning his own perverted behavior, his response was a laugh. ''Maybe you shouldn't be so beautiful, then I wouldn't stare. I think I especially enjoyed seeing you wear that bikini.'' Kamui continued to speak without an ounce of shame whatsoever, not having issue with her knowing how attractive he found her at this point. But, he's definitely gotten too comfortable being perverted towards her.

''I could always stop staring at you like that if you ever want me to.'' Even if she wasn't actually angry, he'd reassure her of that much. Her feelings always matter most to him, no matter what.

Originally, when Kamui had leaned in his plan wasn't to kiss her since he only wanted to bully her, but Namida ended up leaning forward to much to his surprise. Lips just barely touch each other, loving the way her fingers felt through his hair. The way Namida had called his name, made him want to lean in more to fully kiss her. He was usually the one who would initiate kisses, ever since what happened on his birthday. She was impossible to resist, there could be a million so called 'attractive women' and he'll always pick her over anyone else.

So cute, so adorable, so beautiful. . . . .

Although, the possible kiss was halted when she covered his mouth with her hands. It was disappointing, since he wanted to kiss her really badly right now. When backing away, he'd notice the employee who likely evoked that reaction out of her. There was a click of his tongue showing irritation over that, tempted to ring the guy's neck with his bare hands but Namida prevented that given the distraction of her presence.

''What I'm doing here? Well I....'' He'd scratch his cheek, trying to recall but what happened with Namida completely filled his mind. It took him a few moments but he finally remembered.

''Oh yeah, yeah! Was going to buy the latest volume of a series I've been following since I was a kid.'' Hues of blue would look at her, drifting down to those lip glossed covered lips of hers.

''Something else is on my mind now though, I'm sure you know what it is.'' Kamui would have her caged with his arms against the shelf, leaning in again.

''I hadn't actually planned on kissing you, but had that guy not passed by I'm sure you would've done it instead. Right?'' A mischievous smirk was on his lips, enjoying every embarrassed and flustered reaction he'd get out of her when he'd act like this.

Lips soon pressed against hers, not wanting to waste a second more. He still wasn't what one would call an 'experienced kisser', but he knew he enjoyed the softness of her lips against his.

''You're free to tell me to stop though.'' He kisses her again,

''I kind of feel you won't actually do that though.'' Another one.

''You enjoy when we kiss as much as I do, right?'' Lips pressed against each other again, it was like an endless loop of kisses. Over and over again, his hands eventually settled on her hips, grip a little tight.

''I enjoy it a lot. Especially with how cute you'd react. All those adorable faces you'd make.... Can't get enough of it.''

Kamui would continue, but he'd start hearing something irritating behind him that he tried to ignore.

''Sir.''

''Excuse me sir.''

He'd part from her lips, only to glare at the employee who had the gall to interrupt him. It made them recoil, the employee obviously intimidated but forced to continue to keep her job.

''P-Please.... take those kind of activities outside. You're liable to make customers uncomfortable.''

Kamui's glare subsides, as he'd emit a sigh. ''Whatever. I'll just leave.'' He had figured Namida wanting to buy stuff still, hence why he hadn't dragged her with him, and just left. To sulk.

[ma1dita]

I need a pt 2 to the Luke and long distance!gf PLEASEEEEE

mdni

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

pt 1 here

a/n: man... getting out of my writing rut so here's this filth. sexting. kinda public. luke cums in his pants. what a loser

wc: 780

*bzzz*

Luke’s phone buzzes for the third time in a row in his Financial Marketing lecture today. The notification shakes his phone against the wood of the table to the point that it’s bugging the hell out of Chris who’s locked into whatever the professor’s saying—but as soon as Luke sees your name flash across the slightly cracked screen of his iPhone, he drops his pen in favor of you. His brother rolls his eyes, slumping further into his seat head lolling against his arm. There’s a smile that immediately settles upon Luke’s cheeks at the thought of you.

“baby 🤭 you busy?”

“why are you not answering you don’t even like this class anyway”

“fine ig i’ll ask someone else for their opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️” 

He chuckles lowly as he types out a reply, “opinion on what babe 👀” and Chris nudges his arm with a nod to ask if everything’s good. The professor drones on in the background about the stock market and for once, Luke is glad that Hermes gave him the ability to skate through his Econ degree (the only think he’ll be grateful to his absent father for), because it gives him more time to focus on more important things, like the slew of images of you trying on bikinis that infiltrate his phone.

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“oops sorry! guess i sent them to the wrong person”

He gulps almost comically, shifting in his seat as he saves them for later. Shifty eyes and quick fingers can only do so much in a crowded lecture hall. But you see that his read receipts are on, and frankly the lack of a response is irritating when you’re pulling your best poses in the comfort of your living room. Boys never get how much effort it takes to be sexy.

“damn. guess i’ll go find a new boyfriend who can appreciate all of this”

Luke sighs, half stifled by is need to see you bare and his spit going down the wrong pipe that he clears his throat loudly, trying to ignore his jeans tightening by the second. Licking his lips, he clicks on the presentation slides, trying to catch up to where the professor is after your very welcome distractions. 

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He presses the ‘next’ button just as another iMessage notification pops up on his screen, trigger finger clicking open an image of your tits pressed between your fingers, nipples taut against the fabric and lips between your teeth—all shiny soft skin almost bursting through the flimsy top that’s loosening and almost vivid through the still image. If there’s more, he thinks he’s seeing stars.

Luke slams his laptop shut and it echoes.

He takes a deep breath trying to remember what year it is.

“You good bro?”

Chris mumbles with a furrowed brow, watching sweat glisten against Luke’s flushed cheeks.

“Not feeling well. Think I’m gonna head out. Send me notes later?”

It’s almost an inside joke between the two of them, but Luke laughs a little too hard trying to play it off. He shoves his laptop into his backpack, before slowly weaving through the row and hoping no one noticed his girlfriend’s tits on the blown up screen of his Macbook. But then again, something’s obviously off as he walks stiffly towards the exit, feet swift with no predetermined destination. Luke contemplates the probability of someone interrupting him in the hall bathroom if he goes there to rub one out. His dick is hard and weepy, frustration brimming at the seams of his resolve when he walks out of the lecture hall. Readjusting himself into his waistband and groaning at the pressure, Luke wonders if he can walk home fast enough.

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He stops in his tracks as he opens your message, the sound of your moans and slick movements of your fingers buried under the damp bottoms of your bikini almost too loud in his Airpods. His dark brown eyes trace the movements of your swiveling hips on his screen and he leans against the wall to groan lowly, a pathetic noise clawing up his throat, until his mouth dries at the sight of you parting the fabric aside just in time for him to watch you cum hard, soaking the rest of your hand and the leather of the couch beneath your ass. Luke doesn’t realize his body’s unprompted decision to join your release until he feels a sticky, uncomfortable warmth pool against the bottom of his shirt, soiled beyond belief.

His head of curls bangs against the wall behind him as he moans.

*bzzz*

A lopsided grin forms on his face when his phone buzzes again in his hand.

[fictionfordays]

SFW Alphabet (A-Z)

Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

CW: Reader is called "sweetheart", kisses, Shiggy is a bit awkward ig, mostly fluffy but some bits might be slightly angsty?

WC: >1.7k

A/N: I have been very excited to start an SFW alphabet for my Crusty King! Might be working on an NSFW one as well... Anywho, I love him! Thank you to everyone who helped me get some thoughts for a few of the letters!<3 (specifically @dabismoon, doll, you have such a brilliant mind ilysm<333) Here's the link for the sfw template I used, (I did make one or two changes though to make my life a bit easier)

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Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He loves gaming with you. You tend to play Mario Kart or random arcade games on console for your dates. He’d love to go to an actual arcade with you, but that’s not really in the cards rn so virtual arcade it is!

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

He’s�� not really sure how to feel about surprises? Like he’d be open to them? But he’s not really sure how to react if he’s the one receiving. He does like giving you surprises, but he doesn’t dress them up or make them a big deal. It’s more like: “Here, I got this for you.” *Hands you the trinket*

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

Feelings are weird, man. He’s not really sure how to comfort you if you’re upset. It kinda depends on why you’re upset. Did someone hurt you? Not to worry bc he’ll end them. Your feelings doing a thing? Idk, he’s a little more lost on this one so he might just try to distract you with a game. If you’re really not up to anything then he’ll cuddle you quietly, a soft blush on his cheeks. He, on the other hand, does not want to be comforted. He will handle this on his own just like he always has

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

Nope. No no no. He is not a dancer. He is a terrible dancer. Don’t ask, he will immediately refuse. You’ll be stuck dancing with Mr. Compress, Twice, or Toga, (maybe Dabi if you really sweeten him up)

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

He does like… a little… moan? When he gets excited? He stops scratching his skin, a small smile forming on his lips, and depending on what’s getting him excited, he may also blush or run his hand through his hair so you can actually see his whole face! There are a great many a things that you can do to get him excited: getting a new 2-player game for date nights, sometimes even flustering him (but only in private, he’s the boss afterall) He also appreciates when his plans go his way, or something works out in his favour

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

He’s got a world to dominate, broski. Stick with him at your own risk (I say this lovingly ofc). I don’t see him getting married, but there’s potential for a long-term partner. I also don’t see him having kids. His childhood was too problematic, plus his quirk? No thanks.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He doesn’t get you gifts often, but he does like to gift you little trinkets when he happens upon one he thinks you’ll like. He prefers gifting you things you can do together, like multi-player games. He’d also be open to getting you a new hoodie (or more likely, acquiring a new hoodie for himself that you always end up stealing)

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

If this is pre-controlling his quirk, then he likes how fearlessly you hold his pinkie. Regardless, he prefers being the little spoon or having you sprawled out on top of him when sleeping if you’re cold natured

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Gaming together! Besides, he’s trying to destroy the world as it is currently so… there’s not much he can do out and about

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

He does not get jealous easily. Not to say he doesn’t get jealous, it just doesn’t happen easily. He… does not handle it well. He can be quite short-tempered with you when he’s jealous. It can go one of two ways: 1. He lets it simmer and fester for a while before blowing up at you or 2. You notice he’s acting different and bring it up shortly after

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

He looooooves kissing you. It’s a way to show you attention and care without needing to use his hands. I feel like he loves to kiss the top of your head. And also your fingers, like your fingers are so soft compared to his!!! Kisses happen fairly frequently in private. He doesn’t like PDA, but the once in a while kiss on the cheek makes him feel soft

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

He loves to touch you. Your skin is so soft and he loves how velvet-y it feels beneath his rough fingertips. When he is having trouble going to sleep, he’ll lay next to you quietly, gaze fixated on your sleeping face while he traces your features softly. His fingers always linger on your cheeks or your waist (depending on how he’s holding you) As stated previously, he loves holding your pinkie finger, it’s just such an intimate feeling

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

Just the fact that you seem to genuinely care. You don’t try to change him or make him something that he’s not. You’re tender, perhaps a little shy yet straightforward with him, which I think he appreciates. You’re not afraid of him, or maybe you are but you’re good at hiding it. You… accept him

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He calls you “sweetheart” or by your name He really loves it when you call him by a shortened version of his name, like “Tomu’,” and he really loves it when you use “Tenko,” he might even like it when you call him “baby” ;)

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Not very obvious that he likes you at all. He expects to be rejected so he keeps his feelings to himself. If you happen to bring it up however, he’ll admit them

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

No pets, he doesn’t want any. He’s very traumatized about pets so… it would take a LOT of convincing

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

He’s pretty chill tbh. Relatively quiet, prefers to listen to whatever you have to say, but doesn’t mind chatting if something is on his mind. He likes sitting in the room with you, you could be doing your own thing while he games and he’s perfectly content

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Not very romantic and very confused about what that means??? Might get an idea or two from some rom-com you make him watch, but he’s very clumsy about romance

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

He won’t really be in a relationship with you if he doesn’t feel safe or comfortable in some capacity. He likes that you listen to him talking. Not just hearing his words or doing as he says but actually listening to him, asking him questions. The fact that you put zero pressure on him to behave a certain way or react a certain way is also reassuring. He enjoys spending time with you, you make him feel loved

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

If you’re hurt, his reaction depends on how you got hurt. If someone hurt you, they’re dead meat, make no mistake. If he accidently hurt you, I think he’d feel… absolutely awful and wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He’s not really sure what to do if you feel emotionally hurt? Like, do you need a hug? If you’re sick he tries to remember how his mom would take care of him when he was sick, but it was so long ago… He does appreciate when you take care of him. If you make him some soup while he’s sick, or tend to whatever wounds he may have. You always treat him so tenderly

Unforgettable– What’s something you do or have done that they’ll never be able to forget?

Something he’ll never forget is the first time you gamed together. He barely knew your name, and he definitely didn’t peg you to be a gamer like he is. You’re so… pretty? And smart? Likeable even? Neither of you really talked while you were gaming either. Maybe a playful insult or some competitive banter here and there. That was the first time he’d ever lost a game, and he’d gladly lose again if it meant seeing your face light up when you win.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

I think he prefers consistency. He’s a villain and he gets enough ~spice~ from his lil missions and whatnot. He just likes to game, leave him alone :(

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

He loves bathing with you. You’re so sweet the way you wash his hair for him. He’ll try to wash yours, too. He’ll lather up some soap to rub delicately over your skin. You’ll turn towards him, washing his face with such tenderness, a focused expression on your face as your fingers run lightly over his skin. After a bath? Also his favourite. You’re just so soft with him, moisturizing his dry skin, combing through his wet hair, loving him

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

He’s not really big on PDA, but he can be very affectionate in private! As I said before, he loves kissing you. He’ll lay his head in your lap if he’s tired or stressed. Expect cuddles in private, too. CUDDLING WHILE GAMING (I will die on this hill)

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

He doesn’t really do anything per se? He gets a little more agitated than normal, maybe. Possibly seems more distant or absent when he has to talk to say another member of the League

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

When he’s sleepy, he gets a bit more cuddly. He can also be a little shorter-tempered, depending on how tired he is

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[cybertroniannugget]

All for professionalism (Optimus x male reader)

Can't find many OP x male reader stories so I'm here to change that. Hope y'all like it^^

About this fic:

Nsfw, zoomcall, dubcon, somewhat ooc OP ig, male reader, office spicy time, OP has a valve

2.845 words

You enter your personal studio and place the bag you had been carrying on your back onto the kitchen table.

Releasing a sigh, both hands placed on the kitchen counter and head hanging low, you went through today's schedule in your mind.

A swift look to the clock on the wall to your right, confirming the lack of time you had to actually do something other than organizing and listening to superiors.Pulling yourself together, you go for the fridge, taking a can of energy out.

"I'm so gonna need that, or Galloway's endless monologue will be the end of me."

Murmuring to yourself, then noticing the presence of someone else behind you.

Metal arms wrap around your waist and a helm is placed on your shoulder.

"It appears you are stressed."

Another sigh leaves you, as you place a hand on your lover's cheek.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."

You turn your head to press a tender kiss on Optimus' lips and it was at this moment that the embrace around you tightens a bit.

Your heart skips a beat as a servo made its way further down, gently grabbing your crotch area.

"Optimus, I can't right now. I've got a meeting to attend in 5 minutes."

He releases your sensitive area, turning you around rather quickly and lifting you up onto the table. Both hands on your hips he lets his lips crash down onto yours, a slight whimper escaping from you.

For a few seconds you indulge in the erotic act, but then you notice Lennox and Epps standing behind a glass door in the building opposite to yours, which gave them the entirety of the current view.

Pushing Optimus to the side you sprint up to the window, frantically closing the curtains, receiving a thumbs up followed by visible laughter from the two men before you dissappear from their view.

Thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath you turn to the side, before releasing yet another sigh. Crossed arms over his chassis, Optimus leaned against the table.

"You seem way too proud of yourself right now...", you mumble after turning to look at him. "Of us getting caught? I would not say so."

He nods, optics flickering towards your lower area, where he had just teased you before. "But one could say that I have succeeded in something else."

You had been so distracted that you couldn't find the time to realize that you were starting to get an erection.

Face red, and flustered you walked back to grab your bag and held it infront of the bulge forming in your pants.

"Very funny Optimus. But I really gotta prepare my setup for the call."

As much as you wanted to just ditch the probably uneventful meeting you knew that if you did, the hailstorm of complaints that were to come from the liason would be too much for you to want to take care of.

Luckily the equipment on your desk was brand new, so that leaving the kitchen and the computer now being ready to enter the callroom took about 30 seconds.

Want to know what took less than half a minute to occurr?

Optimus fucking Prime having a servo placed on your shoulder and pushing your back into a wall. At least the curtains were already closed in this room because of the sun shining in.

"Optimus I-" You grab his chin, keeping his helm steady, to remove his lips from yours and make him look at you.

"Not now.", you said firmly, watching the blue in his optics brighten, as to challenge you.

"You do know that this is far from professional right now?", you remarked, rasing an eyebrow at Optimus.

"Oh, I am all for professionalism.", he replied, voice boastful.

With another passionate kiss he grabbed your crotch once again, teasing you a lot more this time.

With a lively laugh you slap his arm, then grabbing it to free yourself from him.

"Stay out of the frame and be quiet.",you ordered him and while walking past your hand brushes along his arm plating and then you sat down.

" I mean it!", you add, a finger raised as he turned around to face you.

Vocalizers emitting a chuckle he places his servos on his hips, watching you intently with his helm tilted.

You couldn't help but blush upon seeing the smug expression he had on his faceplates.

Surely that bot was up to no good...

Whatever was going through his processor must wait until after the meeting, which you joined, camera and microphone on.

Shooting a glare at Optimus before the camera connected, you motioned for him to not make a sound by raising a finger infront of your lips.

He had been on earth long enough to know that this gesture meant for him to shut it and not make even the tiniest of sounds.

And he wouldn't be making any. Not even when you were focused on presenting your research.

So fixated on the subject that you didn't notice Optimus disappearing from your field of vision.

Only when a servo caressed up your thigh you realized and froze, stopping mid-sentence.

"Sir, you were saying?"

The screen changed to Galloway, whosw expression actually showed great interest in what you were saying.

A truly rare sight...

"Eh, excuse me for a second, I have to look it up again."

That was a lie. You perfectly knew when you had gone to Germany to talk with the Chancellor and what exactly the topics of discussion were.

Rustling through the folder laid open infront of you, you take a sip from the can of energy then clear your throat and continue.

"As I was saying..."

Optimus knew that he would receive a summary of this meeting later during the day, so he focused on the task before him.

Running a single digit up and down your inner thigh he spread your legs open, getting comfortable in between them. Knowing that anything else would make too much of a noise you reach down to smack his helm before pushing yourself back on your rolling chair.

That wasn't of great help as you were pulled back the same second you had freed yourself.

With his arm in a tight grip on your hip, you were left with nothing but to just continue and keep your composure.

A private notification pops up on your screen, the sender being no one other than the culprit beneath your desk.

I am all for professionalism, which is why you are going to have to remain silent and appear focused.

Continuing your lecture, tensing up as the servo, which was not holding you in place, started grinding along the bulge of your erection beneath the pants you were wearing at the moment.

Silently your belt was unbuckled, the buttons and zipper following suit.

The servo, that had been keeping you in place , let go to grip your waistband and pull your pants down, just enough to free your errection, He does so slowly as to not raise any suspicions.

Your fully errect dick exposed before Optimus now, your jaw tensed up as you knew what would come next.

His servo lazily grasped around you.

Feeling a slight moisture you sighed internally. Of course he had taken lube down there with him...

Taking a deep breath in through your nose as he began stroking you slowly, you listen intently to the remarks of the other people present in the call.

Someone's cat began running in the background off the call, making all kinds of noises. After everyone has had their laugh, you were advised to turn off the microphone unless you were speaking.

"This happened at the right moment don't you agree?"

Still looking at the screen, you place a hand infront of your mouth to look like you were resting your head in it.

"Shut up...", you whisper, a low whimper following suite.

You had to admit, that being able to keep the mics turned off would be beneficial.

A new sensation tingled across the underside of your length. He was stepping the game up, by now actively using his glossa to pleasure you.

And as much as you hated to admit it in this situation, he was damn good at it.

Adjusting your hand to cover a bit more of your face, you were having a hard time keeping your composure up. But no one noticed at least.

His servo started stroking you again, and combined with the licking you took in a sharp breath, hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Someone appears to be needy.", he whispered, a low chuckle following while he continued the teasing with his glossa.

"Stop teasing already and-"

Your words were cut off as you felt a familiar warmth engulfing your cock.

Eyes still focused on the screen before you, you place your hands infront of you on the desk, giving it all right now to look relaxed and focused.

Desperately trying to get away you attempt on moving backwards again, only to be held firm again.

A low growl emits from the Prime's vocalizers, the vibration having you clutch the side of your table.

So he was threatening you now...?

You're thinking about ways to pay him back later as he started moving his helm up and down, glossa adding onto the pleasure.

You continue listening, one hand reaching down to grab his finials. This wasn't visible to the people attending the videocall, so everything went on smoothly.

How were you supposed to stay calm when he was giving it all to ruin you right in this moment?

"Speaking of Optimus Prime, does anyone of the people present know his whereabouts right this moment?"

Yeah of course you did. He was right here under your desk and giving you a blowjob that had you holding onto him for dear life.

Remembering that Lennox was attending the call aswell you prayed internally, hoping he wouldn't mention that he saw you passionately making out with the leader of the Autobots.

To your relief he didn't and just said that the Prime was probably busy on Patrol.

Busy? Definitely, but not on a patrol. Unless you could call sitting between your partner's legs and his dick deep inside your intake, a patrolling mission.

"We'll take a short break of 15 minutes. Everyone sort your gathered information."

And with that freeing sentence you make sure to turn off camera and microphone, throwing your head back, hand grabbing for Optimus' helm.

"You're going to be the end of me...!", you manage to hiss out between gritted teeth.

Looking down, your eyes meet his optics and you were met with a sly smirk before he went down on you again, gaze still lifted up to meet yours.

You knew that he himself was getting riled up by doing this, so you decided to add onto that by letting your whimpers and moans out.

The effect was drastic. Feeling Optimus stop for a moment and his grip on your hips loosen, with optics squinted, you took the matter into your own hands.

Checking the screen again to make sure both camera and mic were off, you quickly rolled back with your chair, out of his grasp, grabbing his arms to yank him with you.

Kind of taken aback by your sudden action, he did not protest, letting you pull him up to his pedes.

With a firm grasp on his chin, you look him directly into the optics, faces not even an inch apart. (2.5cm)

Your other hand placed on his waist, you smirk.

"That was very enjoyable, now it is time for me to repay the favor don't you think?"

Seeing that all too familiar spark in his optics, you lean up to embrace him in a passionate kiss, gently pushing him towards your desk.

Hastily moving the documents to the side and pulling the cord from the camera, you guide Optimus up to sit up on the table.

With one leg on each of your sides, you tenderly rub across his interface panel, feeling the heat radiating from it.

Gently grasping it with your hand, a low groan came from the Cybertronian.

"Open up for me, would you?", you whispered close to his audial, then placing soft kisses across his neck cabling while lazily working on your dick.

The Prime tilted his helm to the side, granting you better access to his neck area. You continue working on his neck, the hand that had been placed on his crotch now on his shoulder.

As you were rubbing yourself against his interface panel, you felt it parting, permitting your entrance.

Feeling his valve with two fingers, pumping them in and out, you managed to get more of those sweet sound out of your partner.

One of his servos on your shoulder, he grabbed your length with the other one, the message clear.

Retracting your fingers from his wet valve, you lift your hand up to your face, admiring the liquid coating the two fingers.

While maintaining eye contact, you take those fingers into your mouth, watching the Prime become flustered at this sight.

"Hm, you taste so good.", you whisper lowly, pulling your pants a bit lower, so they wouldn't be bothering you and putting one hand on his hip, the other one guiding you to his entrance.

A shudder went through his entire frame as you started entering him. His valve feels hot. Not enough to burn you though, rather it was a welcoming feeling whenever you were inside of him.

Lifting one leg to wrap around you, you knew he was becoming desperate.

And as much as you loved to tease him, in the back of your head you remember that the time you've got at hand was limited.

So without further hesitation, you begin moving inside the Prime, slowly starting to pick up in pace.

Now steadily pumping in and out of him, he had his helm laid back, optics dim, while you were looking down between the two of you.

Both hands on his hips, you inched closer, your chest now touching his.

Optimus looks back at you, facial expression indicating the arousal shooting through his systems.

"Gosh, you look so hot...", you whisper looking back up at him.

A weak smile appears on his features and then he lowers his helm to let his vocalizer emit a whimper.

Oh, how much you loved to hear him make this exact sound.

Gently pulling at the cabling on both sides of his hips you got another one of those sounds out of him.

One of your hands went to grab his chin again.

Oh how you loved that simple gesture.

"I want you to look at me when you make those sweet sounds.", and upon finishing that sentence you ram into him, hard, pulling yet another whimper from his vocalizer.

"Don't be shy, let me hear your beautiful voice.", you whisper, not slowing down your pace.

You felt him clench around you, knowing that you hit a spot with that sentence.

With both legs around your waist, he moved his hips more towards you, optics still locked on your own eyes. "So obedient.", you say breathlessly, fastening your pace and pressing a kiss on his lip plates.

Entering his intake with your tongue you feel him moan into your mouth, which gets you dangerously close.

Parting your lips again, your hand still keeping his helm fixed you looked him back into the optics.

Mouth slightly agape, he looks back at you, vents heaving, trying to cool his systems down.

He went to throw his helm back, only to be stopped by your firm grip.

"I want to see your face when you overload, while I'm inside of you."

That send him over the edge, and you had to place your hand at the back of his helm to keep him looking at you.

His whimpers were cut off by static filling his vocalizer, and his optics were flickering.

Watching him overload like this on your desk, is what made you finish and your movements became sloppy before entirely coming to a halt. With a deep groan you finished inside of the Prime, and you let go of his chin, your own eyes closed and head hanging low now.

Slowly withdrawing yourself from his valve you look back up at him, to be met with a smug expression.

"I won", he declared, proud of himself.

You shake your head and snicker, completely out of breath.

"Fine, you did, now let's get you cleaned up before I have to rejoin the call."

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Sometime later

"So, I assume you and the bossbot had some funtime?" You spit out your drink, punching the tall black man wearing camouflage next to you.

"Shut up Epps!"

"I mean, he did look relaxed earlier so he definitely was able to get some steam out", Lennox added, earning a punch from you as well.

"Assholes..."

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

More pain and anguish for the sadist who follow me… Kisses!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash-slinging-slasher

Warnings: 18+ only!!! Sam being an ass again, Danny not knowing how to process things ig, mentions of smoking, crying, kissing, breif NSFW scene

Word count: 1.7k

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With a shove to his shoulder Sam was falling back onto the couch, his head laying uncomfortably on the armrest of the old piece of furniture until Danny grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down so that he was flat on his back. Without an utterance of complaint Sam watched, eyes blown wide as Danny lifted the hem of his shirt over his shoulders and discarded the piece of clothing onto the floor in one swift move.

Danny descended onto Sam, crashing their mouths together so hard that his lips stung from catching teeth. Sam only pulled him in closer, wrapping his limbs around Danny’s hips and shoulders. With Sam clinging to him Danny could no longer hold himself up, so he laid down fully against Sam who groaned into Danny’s mouth from the welcome weight.

His brows furrowed into a pinch at the center when Danny pulled away, but his worry was eased when a hand slid down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his pants.

“Sam, are you paying attention?” Danny asked.

“What?” Sam replied, confused about what he’d meant. Of course he was paying attention, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him hovering above his most sensitive area even if he wanted to.

“Sam?” Danny’s face turned annoyed and a panic started to bloom in Sam’s chest.

Wait, this isn’t right… this isn’t happening…

He quickly snapped out of it, the thin line between reality and fantasy shifting until Sam was coming back to his senses.

They were sitting on the couch in the basement, but Jake and Josh were here too along with a couple other of their friends. And Danny wasn’t on top of him, merely sitting next to him trying to explain the rules of the game.

Sam knew smoking that bowl earlier was a bad idea, it had his brain in a fuzz. Apparently that was all he needed to fall into an intense daydream just because Danny had chosen to sit next to him instead of any of the other spots around the table.

“So you know how to play?” Danny asked again, his own puffy eyes scanning over Sam.

“Yeah, I do just give me the damn cards” he snatched the set from Danny’s hand, the room growing quiet with no one being able to comprehend a reaction to the tension between Sam and Danny, the best friends.

Ever since Sam went over to Danny’s house he’d been trying to suppress the newfound feelings that gnawed away at his insides every time they were in the same room together. Don’t be weird, act normal, he’d constantly remind himself when they hung out now. That’s what Danny wanted, for things to go back to the way they were before they’d kissed. Before Sam realized he was hopelessly in love with him.

Half an hour passed and Sam indeed did not know how to play the game. He was losing, miserably, but he didn’t care because the only thing he was worried about was watching Danny out of his peripheral. The way he moved, sliding back further onto the old couch his family had sitting down here in the basement since they were children. The velour having worn down to the stitching from so much use.

Danny read the cards in his hand, trying to calculate his next move with a frustrated huff through his nostrils. Maybe he was regretting getting high too, otherwise he would probably be pretty good at this game.

In truth, Danny was distracted by Sam. His usual overly competitive self was gone and next to him sat someone Danny felt like he hardly recognized. He was trying to make it up to him, he stopped ignoring his calls and texts and even agreed to hang out today since they were having a group of friends coming over.

A group was fine, but Danny had avoided alone time with him. A group was the safer choice, if they were alone together right now then he didn’t know what he’d do if Sam tried to suggest something like kissing again. If he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hide it anymore.

Danny glanced up from his cards, and Sam who had been side-eyeing him ever since he sat down was instead staring now like a hurt puppy. Giving up on the game Danny threw down a card, maintaining the eye contact with Sam to see who would break first.

Sam did, averting his eyes back to his hand and tossing out his own.

“Come on, if you guys are going to throw the game then go sulk somewhere else” Josh spoke up, being the first to finally comment on the awkwardness surrounding their standoff.

“Why don’t you go jump off a bridge Josh” Sam grumbled, “I’m tired of playing your games anyways they never end well”.

“Sam” Jake stepped in, trying to prevent a cat fight from breaking out between the other two brothers.

“Whatever” Sam sat back against the couch, crossing his arms and waiting for the next person to play.

As the game continued Sam’s frustration only grew. Danny had hardly said a word to him when usually they were practically inseparable. If this was back to normal then he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep it up.

Just before it was Danny’s turn again he slid his foot under the table and kicked Sam’s. Well not really a kick, more like a nudge against to get his attention. When Sam cocked his brow and looked over he was surprised to see Danny looked genuinely concerned.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, making the hairs on the back in Sam’s neck stand.

He bit his lip, trying to control his emotions the best he could before he lashed out the same way he had at Josh only moments ago.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom” he announced, standing up quickly and squeezing his way around the table so that he didn’t have to walk in front of Danny. It was a good thing the nearest bathroom was upstairs because he needed to get out of that suffocating basement.

Bypassing the bathroom on the first floor entirely, Sam climbed the stairs to the second floor deciding he was done with them, done with the game, done with his half assed attempt at pretending. When he made it to the top he stood in front of his bedroom door, but glanced down the hallway to the closet and took a shuddering breath. That damn closet had started this whole mess, and every day it was a constant reminder of the mistake he’d made.

This was the first time he’d been able to look at that closet since Danny left him in there nearly a week ago, confused in the dark. Seven minutes in heaven he’d been promised, more like seven days in hell.

Sam didn’t return from the bathroom for a while. No one else seemed bothered by it except for Danny whose leg bounced up and down furiously each time Sam’s turn was passed. Eventually the game ended and the twins suggested they do something else.

Danny grabbed Josh’s arm gently and pulled him close so he could speak with him privately for a second. “I’m gonna go check on Sam”.

“What’s the matter with you two?” Josh blurted back loud enough that anyone who might’ve been paying attention could hear. Thankfully no one was.

“I don’t know” Danny sighed, dropping his arms back to his sides in a defeated slump. “Everything’s been messed up since the party”.

“Since you and Sam made out in that closet” Josh replied, not at all ashamed for bringing it up or doubting that’s what really happened.

Danny’s mouth hung open, wordless until he swallowed hard and nodded his head. “We were drunk. He was drunk”.

“And?” Josh continued, once again leaving Danny speechless. Josh sighed and ran his hand across his face, playing the middleman was the last thing he wanted to do when he’d hatched the idea at that party in the first place. “You think you were drunk enough to not understand what you were doing?”

Danny thought about it for a moment, the reality of the situation seeping in as he realized he was placing the blame on something else so he wouldn’t have to face the truth. “No”.

“Then yeah, I think you should go check on him, because I don’t think he’s doing okay”.

“Fuck,” Danny groaned, “what do I do? How do I fix this?”

Josh reached up and pat Danny’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, “you’ve got to figure that one out on your own brother”.

Danny left the basement, searching the Kiszka house for everywhere he thought Sam might be before he tried his room last. He made it up the stairs but before he opened Sam’s bedroom door he stopped, thinking he heard something. Holding his breath Danny listened intently, just barely making out the faint sound of sniffling coming from the end of the hallway.

Is he crying? Danny asked himself as he slowly approached the closet, waiting until he was sure someone was inside before he turned the knob and pulled the door back.

Inside Sam sat with his knees curled against his chest, furiously wiping his tear stained cheeks when he saw Danny standing in front of him. “What?” Sam asked defensively, his only reaction to being found in this position.

Danny dropped to his knees, crawling into the closet with Sam and scooping him into his embrace. “Shhh” he hushed him when Sam started sobbing harder into the crook of his neck, unable to keep the flood gates closed any longer.

“Please don’t cry” Danny begged, running his hand up and down Sam’s arms in an attempt to calm him, but it wasn’t working. He nudged his shoulder, getting Sam to sit up again and held his face in his palms trying to dry his blotchy skin with his thumbs. “Sammy” he begged again, but Sam wasn’t letting up. He had to do something to stop him otherwise he knew Sam would be spiraling into a panic attack soon.

Without thinking Danny closed the gap between them, placing his lips against Sam’s tear soaked mouth. It worked, Sam stopped crying, only because he was so shocked that Danny had kissed him.

“Better?” Danny asked when he pulled away, his bottom lip glistening with Sam’s tears and he smoothed Sam’s hair out of his face.

Sam didn’t reply, but he inhaled a big grounding breath, pulling himself back from the edge of losing control and used his t-shirt to dry his face off.

“Okay, what are we gonna do now?”

…TBC

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: 4am Drunk Calls **

Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Crude Language, Dirty Talk, Angst, NSFW, Phone Sex, Self-Pleasuring 

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Reader and Lewis are broken up. On a hard night of partying her shield cracks and she drunk calls and let's some dirty filthy shit spill.

Note: Appearance of someone I have been meaning to start writing for since 2021 but never found the opening. Everyone say hello to the opening and the new addition to our lineup. LOL

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Slightly Interactive***

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"Sweet baby Jesus in a manger he looks good as fuck," you groaned out as you watched his latest story again and again.

 You'd lost track of how many times you'd watched it, lost track of how long you'd sat there analyzing the 30 second clip of him doing pull ups from every angle. You did know that you'd started with a full to the brim glass of wine and now your glass was dryer than the Gobi.

 Upon this close up of his back as he pulled up you let your finger rest on the screen pausing the video. You gawked at the bunched muscles there and let your tongue roam over your bottom lip. You remembered your fingers resting just atop his "still I rise" tattoo. They didn't anymore though. Taking your finger off, you let the video finish off then you went back to his page to drool over the photos he'd posted today. He was off on yet another luxurious trip enjoying his wealth and fruits of his hard labor.

 On the 4th picture, you sighed. The setting sun loved him. The golden light bathed him like none other. You loved seeing him in the sunset, it was a major turn on for you that he always capitalized on when you were together. He laid in the sand with a wide smile and a hand shielding the sun. You wondered who'd taken the picture. Who was he with?

 The thoughts toiled in your head until the discontent within you bubbled. Groaning, you threw your phone across the room then dropped onto your back.

 "Jeez! You're on a roll to make it 4 phones this month," Nori, your personal assistant and friend said.

 You rolled your eyes again.

 "Then it shouldn't piss me off."

 Nori snorted. "How did an inanimate object piss you off today?"

 She approached you and as she did, she let out an amused scoff. Glancing at her, you saw her eyes on your screen.

 "If you miss him so much call him."

 "Fuck outta here, who misses him?!"

 You said it more forcefully than you’d intended. Crossing your arms, you took up the keyboard for the entertainment system on your media room and proceeded to distract yourself.

 "I'm sure he misses you too," Nori went on.

 "Bullshit. You don't see he's on yet another island? Probably with some thirsty IG thot who is desperate for some attention and dick, and he is eating it up and dickin’ her down without a care in the world. Ass!”

 Nori didn't answer for a few moments. "Or he's frontin’ as much as you are putting on a façade, so you think he's over you."

 You glared at her. "Who's frontin? Who's putting on a facade? Fuck outta here I am so over him and his bullshit double standards. Him and his bullshit stubbornness. Him and his always gotta be right and refuse to fess up to being wrong. Him and his bossiness and always needing to have the upper hand in damn near everything. Fuck him!”

 You could feel Nori's eyes on you. When you looked her eyes said it all.

 "What?"

 "Weren't those the reasons you fell in love with him?"

 You sneered and looked back to the massive screen in front of the room. As your personal assistant for the last eight years, she’d seen you pre-Lewis, during Lewis and post Lewis. This meant she had the receipts to back up every single one of her on point accusations. It also meant she was right. You hated she was right. Nori sighed loudly.

 "You two are so similar it’s ridiculous."

 "I'm nothing like him. If someone I say I love expresses vulnerability about something I'm not going to hurt them and turn an already tumultuous exchange into a nightmare by bring aloof, distant and wishy-washy. Then turn around like the hurt one and play victim. I also wouldn't ever make the person I say I love have to constantly guess where I stand with them."

 "Fair enough but Y/N that was you in the beginning of your relationship."

 "Nori that was almost 2 years ago. You grow up. I thought we were deeper than that and turns out I was the fucking fool. I was the one who got played."

 "But you know Lewis. You know how hard a real connection is for him. You understand him better than 90% of people. Y'all were the real thing, Nori pleaded.

 You sank deeper into the cushions fighting the sting on your eyes.

 "Bullshit. There was no connection."

 Sighing, you flung the keyboard aside after deciding on some fantasy series that would no doubt take your mind off of things.

 A few nights later, you capped your lipstick turn stood tall, assessing your outfit for the 3rd time. The short length of your moss green dress accentuated the gold and diamond thigh garter you wore while the deep plunge of the neckline showcased the jeweled breast harness. Both pieces of jewelry hugging you and amplifying your assets. It occurred to you then that you'd donned a style and color that you knew Lewis would like and you'd done it all unconsciously.

 A mixture of annoyance and sadness filled you. It had been 3 months since you'd ended things. 3 months since your argument. 3 months since your feelings erupted like a volcano while his laid as tepid as tap water. 3 months since he'd let you walk out of his hotel room in Monaco without so much as a step to stop you. 3 months since your relationship tipped to the checkbox of "it’s complicated" and 3 months you still couldn't get him off your mind. The hopelessness of the situation only pissed you off more.

 "Get a grip Y/N. He did this. You were 100. Fuck him. You're fine as fuck and any man would be lucky to have you. You don't need him!”

 Your notification went off and you grabbed your phone and went to check what was happening. Once you opened IG you saw what it was. Lewis had posted again. He looked like he was in some club with his shades on and throwing up peace signs with his friends. Fuck he looked good.

 "I sure want him though."

 Again, you tossed your phone rolling your eyes.

 By the time you and your friends rolled into the club it was well after midnight. You had a nice buzz going thanks to the few glasses of champagne you'd already had at home and on your way to the club. From the way the club was packed you guessed there was something else going on besides drinks, hot bodies and music.

 You made your way to one of the VIP areas and posted up waiting to get bottle service.

 "Please don't blackout tonight, Amdala pleaded into your ear.

 You shot her a shocked look, "Moi? Non ma belle amie. Je n'ai jamais. Je vais être sur mon meilleur comportement. (Me? No, my beautiful friend. I have never. I am going to be on my best behavior.)

 Her don't bullshit a bullshitter look was so on point you had to laugh.

 "I'm being serious," she countered.

 "Dala when have I ever been a sloppy drunk?"

 She nodded and gave you the only response she could, "Never."

 "Exactly."

 "But you’ve always been with 44 so it was safe to say you kept the sloppy drunk away for his reputation. Now there’s no 44 in sight."

 You sighed. Amdala was always pointing shit out in that blunt way of hers. You'd always suspected it was the French way to be so forward and while her words did have a bite most times you never took offense.

 "It's not just his reputation I have to be careful with ya’ know. My mother would scalp my ass if I dragged her precious last name through the mud."

 Amdala nodded fully understanding demanding mothers who were making names for them proving that not all billion-dollar net worth bosses wore trousers and ties, the best ones wore 8-inch stilettos, Dolce sunglasses and limited-edition Birkin. Your mothers were forces in their own right for decades, but their recent venture really catapulted them past anyone's reach. They'd teamed to revitalize and solidify F1's women's division. It was a move that many men objected to because like it's hard to helm a racing empire...right. Your mothers were proving they could rise to the occasion as well as stand tall longer than any badly aging man.

 "Maman (Mama) still giving you grief over yours and Lewis' break up?"

 You scoffed. Giving grief was an understatement. She was up in arms. She thought the world of Lewis and thought the two of you together spoke volumes and no one could dare come close. Sometimes you didn't know if she wanted you with him because of the PR heaven it afforded her or because he truly made you happy. Until he wasn't.

 "She is still insisting I fix things."

 "And will you?"

 "I didn't break anything I need to fix."

 Right on time, a waiter approached with your other friends and several bottles of expensive liquor, and you cheered, thanking them as they dropped them off. You quickly filled a glass needing to wash away the bad taste on your mouth from talking about the end of your 3-year relationship.

 "To the single life and truly feeling," you toasted.

 You, Amdala, Sade, Tanzie, and Chanel raised your glasses and cheered before knocking their drinks back. From then, the night passed in a blur of drinks, skin, and blinding lights. You drank, danced, and laughed like you had not one care in the world. You partied like you were in your prime and at your best and the whole time you felt like such a fraud. So, the only natural thing to do was drink some more to dull the feeling.

Out of nowhere from across the club you saw him, and everything stopped. He was sitting with his shades on surrounded by Miles, Daniel, and Andrew. His head was turned to your direction, but you had no way of knowing if he saw you too. The lights in the club didn't afford you many details of him but you knew from experience he was dressed to the nines in some high-end designer’s runway look that he put a spin on to call his own. You didn't doubt he looked good.

 Your mind went back to all the times you'd spent together at fashion shows pointing out things you both liked then made a game of it to see who could gift the other first. You'd even spend hours at home trying on outfits just to show them off to each other and strip them right back off to worship each other’s bodies.

 A pang of pain struck your heart and you quickly looked away. Grabbing the bottle before you, you took it to the head. You were still too sober for this. Peeking back over you saw a pretty and thin mahogany-skinned woman slip onto his lap. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Kill Bill alarms went off and you had to fight every urge to storm over there and mark your property. The longer she lingered in his lap the truth spoke. A putrid acrid taste washed over your tastebuds and though it was a taste you’d experienced so infrequently; you knew what it was. Jealousy.  

 You were under no illusions that he'd been pining for you or celibate since you'd ended things. Yeah, he was in the middle of the season, but he wasn't a monk. He liked sex and it was something he did well. Why wouldn't he partake now that he could with anyone he wanted. You regretted that you hadn’t found a stallion to make you forget him yet.

 "If it isn't Y/N in the flesh and in the club without her chaperone."

 You looked up to the body standing in the lights glare making it impossible to make out their face. Squinting, you angled your head and smiled when you recognized Ruben’s face. Scoffing, you leaned back and crossed your legs.

"Ha, if it isn't Ruben Loftus-Cheek without his harem."

 He scoffed and shook his head. "Still a cheeky one I see."

 "Aww love that ain't ever gonna change. Can you handle it now?"

 Ruben looked you over as if he were really contemplating it. A few months ago, fresh off your breakup with Lewis he was there, and you'd had a nice night of flirting and canoodling until his, according to her, girlfriend pulled up causing a scene.

 "How's the girlfriend?"

 Ruben sat beside you bouncing his large soccer star knee against your thigh. You were sure it a move purposely done.

 "I told you; she wasn’t my girlfriend then and she isn't now. We'd broken up weeks before."

 You nodded and drank from the bottle again.

 "I really wish men would double check their statuses before approaching other women."

 "No need to double check when the words were exchanged. No need to stay somewhere you're not happy. Right?"

 You studied him. Though you'd kept your breakup relatively low, it had broken news, so it wasn’t farfetched to believe Ruben knew you were single right now.

 "I suppose."

 "So I get this off my chest now, he was an absolute fool to let you go. I never would have."

 His brown eyes were hypnotizing, and he knew it.

 "You know what they say, one man's trash."

 Ruben took your hand and lowered his lips to your knuckles, "You'll be my treasure."

 Damn did he spit some sexy game. Biting your bottom lip, you said fuck it. You lifted the champagne bottle to Ruben's lips then poured some into his mouth. As he tipped his head back to swallow you took a glance across the way and sure enough Lewis was watching with his shades lowered. An evil smirk split your face and you made a vow he'd regret being so cold with you by the time the night was done.

 Bottle after bottle popped and hour after hour Ruben remained by your side chatting and flirting up a storm. You wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good having the attention of someone who showed they wanted you. The difference with Ruben and Lewis was that Lewis was mainly private and liked to stay away from public declarations and or outward expressions of emotion unless you were alone. You chalked it up to him being so reserved and deeply emotional underneath everything and never pushed for him to change. You loved him the way he was. Ruben showed off the object of his affection. His motto was I work hard so I can love just as hard. Whenever you were with him you had no doubt he was feeling you. It was addicting.

 In the middle of a sensual Latin dance, Ruben pulled your chin to him sealing your lips together. Your first reaction was to pull way because it felt so foreign to kiss anyone but Lewis, but you didn't. You allowed him to kiss you, teasing your lips with his and getting familiar with them. He pulled you closer, flush against his body and you felt every lean and powerful muscle that a premier player from an FC molded daily. A soft moan escaped you and Ruben responded by placing his hand at the small of your back. The kiss continued and before long you were lacing your fingers behind his neck. Every sensation was new, his lips, his taste, the way he held you against him and the feelings bubbling in your stomach. It felt different and entirely wrong.

 Before you made the move to pull away, you were being pulled away first.

 "Look at the time. Gotta go!”

 Amdala bit held firmly to your arm and continued pulling you away while Ruben pleaded with you to exchange numbers or continue the night together. Amdala was not hearing it though, she didn't stop or entertain his suggestions she gathered all your friends and made for the exit.

 "What the fuck, Y/N! So much for not being a sloppy drunk."

 You groaned.

 "Did you see Lewis?"

 "Yes, and he saw you and I'm sure several people saw you and him and that show."

 "He doesn't care. He didn't stop me."

 That realization said you were definitely done. When you got home you showered needing to wash away the remnants if the night. As you rinsed off your skin and applied your overnight hair mask your thoughts drifted to the many times Lewis had done this for you. He loved pampering you making you feel like relaxed. Perhaps it came from the years of him needing the same. He was a great provider. One day he may even make a good father.

 Without even realizing it your hand had dropped to your breast and you were now tweaking your nipples. Just like that the memory played of the last time he'd showered with you. It was a memory for the books, a shower that did not accomplish its goal. You both ended up as dirty at the end as you were in the beginning.

 Your hand swung out and smacked the wall as your fingers swirled around your aching bud. A shiver rushed through you, and it took great effort to pull yourself together. Groaning, you angrily grabbed your towel and wrapped your body. On your way out you grabbed the waiting bottle of rum on the sink counter. Once in your bedroom, you opted out of completing your nighttime routine. Instead, you sunk into the 5000 thread count blankets that decorated the ultra-luxurious bed you’d had custom made to your sleeping style and preference. Whenever you left for trips, you hated leaving it because it meant every night's sleep would be restless.

 You lodged yourself against the headboard, then brought the bottle to your lips once more.

 "Mmm."

 The silence in the house was deafening. Grabbing your phone, you went over to Twitter to snoop. After seeing a dark and blurry picture, that you knew was of yourself, sitting with Ruben having him whispering in your ear you followed a trail of other pieces of footage and tons of speculation.

 "Y/N seems to have moved past F1 and has her eyes on Premier League now. Is that a step up or backward?"

 "Bruh, if it ain't Lewis its backward. L for her."

 "Let’s talks about how Lewis could dare let her go. She's been showing out for the last few months and even I see what he’s missing. L for Lewis."

 "I saw him in a club a few weeks ago and he definitely doesn’t look like he is sleeping well or eating well. Regrets hit you hard."

 "They just needa get back together. Can you imagine the babies? 🥺"

 "He can do better. He's Sir Lewis Hamilton. She can go on."

 "Ruben Loftus-Cheek is a snaaaack. Bout time he was with a black woman. They cute together."

 "See---no way I’m gonna be with a man who has only ever dated white women. It means I’m an experiment and not a preference. Hard pass."

 "Ruben ain’t got shit on Lewis. She needa cut the playing and go on home to that man. Ain’t no substitute for number 1 which is number 44."

 You caught view of how many people retweeted and liked it and down the list you saw a familiar handle. Springing up, your eyes bugged.

 "@LewisHamilton"

 You quirked your brow then shook your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you went down the hole and found other shady tweets he’d liked or retweeted like he was some incognito user. This was definitely not in character.

 15 minutes later, you were done with the rum and done with inhibitions. You found your phone and without needing to look you dialed him. It rang once, that's it. Once.

 "Little bunny."

 Your belly flipped hearing his nickname for you. It always flipped, every single time.

 "Still remember that name?"

 "That name still has an effect?"

 Arrogant ass, you thought.

 "We both know it never affected me as much as you. We both know whenever it came out your mouth you were hard seconds later."

 "Oh is that what you’re doing tonight? Sitting in that big comfy bed that is an exact replica of mine...sorry ours, thinking about me hard?"

 "I think we both know who is thinking about who tonight sir likes a lot," you replied in reference to his liking spree. You knew he’d catch on.

 A soft chuckle was your answer.

 "Yeah I thought so. I know you think of me. You think of my skin just reminiscing about how silky it feels against yours, under your fingers, how good it always smells, coconut, rose, and brown sugar. My lips, you drive yourself crazy thinking about how sweet they are, better than any wine. How they always bring you to your knees with the slightest lick, bite, touch. Then there’s my eyes and how hypnotizing they always were to seduce you in just seconds. My hands and how magical they were. I know you want me, Lewis. I know it as certain as I know no one but me will ever do for you. I’ve—ruined—you."

 The alcohol in your system was churning and really pushing you tonight.

 "And what about you little bunny? Do you think of me?"

 You literally bite your tongue for a few seconds hoping to stop yourself from answering truthfully.

 "Come on little bunny, you can tell me."

 "i think about your mouth a lot. I think about how you could never get enough of my pussy. I think about how you feasted on me for hours and still couldn’t get enough. I think about your thick fingers, God you had magic fingers. I miss you eating my pussy as you fucked me with those fingers before you gave me that beautiful, beautiful dick. Fuck, when you got into dom mode...nothing could compare. Uuugh, this pussy misses you as much as that dick misses me."

 When you took a beat, you realized your fingers were fast at work on a mission to get you off. The stretch if silence allowed you to hear the squelching echo around you. You were so wet, and you didn’t care if he heard. You wanted him to. This was the game after all. Lewis released a shudder, and you knew just what he was doing. A devilish smirk stretched across your face.

 "You miss this cock down your throat?"

 Your smile widened, you had him and he knew it too.

 "You know I do. My favorite thing to do is choke on it. Nothing better than not being able to breathe cause my throat is full of you. I love when you fuck my throat ‘till I can’t speak the next day then do it again like it’s my only remedy. Mmmm."

 Your fingers swirled faster and faster. You were so close. Lewis groaned in your ear and the deep baritone took you to another level of ecstasy. It was almost like he was right behind you and your fingers were his.

 "Tell me you want me, king."

 Silence. It stretched for so long you didn’t think he'd answer. Then after a minute or so, his voice ran through you in a reply that had the effect of a cock thrusting into you.

 "I want you little bunny. I want you so fucking much it hurts."

 The tension in his voice was so clear, it made it so tight, as if he were clenching his jaw through the entire sentence.

 “Let me hear how much you want me little bunny.”

 You shuddered again and let his voice do everything it has always done—take you away. You let out a moan that stretched so long you could feel the oxygen depleting from your lungs. You didn’t feel like you needed it though, it felt like all your body needed was him. You took a loud gulp of air as a shiver ran down your spine and curled in your gut. It was the telltale sign you were tipping the edge.

 “You wish this pussy was in front of you right now, don’t you? Wish you could bury your face between my legs.”

 Lewis grunted again then cursed on the next breath. You dipped two of your fingers inside your heat and hissed out, half in elation and half frustration. You wanted them to be his fingers.

 “This pussy is as tight as ever.”

 “Fuck,” Lewis grumbled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface.

 You couldn’t help bit giggle. The power you felt was intoxicating.

 “That tight pussy always fit you like a glove. God!”

 A whimper escaped you, then a mewl and when your fingers sped and dipped deeper than before his name slipped out.

 “Oh, little bunny, you will forever be the death of me.  Do you understand how weak you make me, how utterly—open you have me all the time?”

 “Prove it. Cum with me king. I’m so fucking close and I’m not waiting.”

 With every plunge of your fingers, you crept closer and closer to complete combustion. Your shared panting and moans of pleasure was all that was uttered between you, both only focused on release. You sensed it was a release that both of you desperately needed, a release you both yearned for and hadn’t found since your last night together before everything went to hell.

 “Y/N,” Lewis grunted at the same time you screeched his name both of you finally getting sucked into the forcefield of pleasure that had only one goal—to cripple both of you.

The wave your rode took complete control sending your body into convulsions and making it next to impossible to catch a full breath. The intensity of your orgasm made your toes curl, eyes roll back in your head and your fingers involuntarily throwing up gang signs. Ever so slowly your body returned to the plush blankets covering your bed. Your skin was sensitive as was every part of your body.

 You could feel all the alcohol you’d had creeping up on you. Your exhaustion was becoming too much to stave off. As your breathing settled and you snuggled into the mattress you finally felt complete calm, complete satiation. A soft sigh fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

 “I miss you Y/N, I miss you more than you know. So much I’m--incomplete.”

 His voice was so low compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears. It was so low, you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes opened again, and you gazed into your ceiling. He sounded just as he’d admitted—open. He sounded completely unlike how he had three months ago. Your throat tightened with the knot of emotion you knew came before your tears and you clenched your jaw. No, you wouldn’t let him do this again. The hurt was too deep this time.

 “And yet, you chose to break my heart and let me go. Goodbye, Lewis. Thanks for the orgasm.”

 You ended the call and laid ever so still in the darkness of your room until your exhaustion won and took you to a place of dreams and fantasies. It was enough for tonight.

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Genre: idek | exopower!au Pairing: sehun x Reader Length: 946 Warnings: vague...just like this warning lmfaooo

@avatarren asks: I love Drabble games! I’d like to request number 7 & 11 with Sehun!

a/n: idkw this one was so difficult for me. ig im getting rusty 😭

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You were in the kitchen of your small apartment when some commotion caught your attention. You turned around and screamed from the top of your lungs when you saw a dark figure by your open window—which was not opened by you.

“It’s just me!” An urgent, familiar voice assured.

“Oh Sehun!” You cried as you placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“You should really lock your windows,” he reprimanded as he closed the one he entered from, before coming into the light of the kitchen. He was dressed like a soldier, his dark hair cut short, exposing his beautifully sculpted face.

“I live on the fourth floor,” you informed him, trying not to get too distracted by his beauty.

“Still….” He leaned against your counter that sat between you both.

You go back to the ramen you were cooking, trying to ignore the tall man behind you.

You’ve known Sehun for five years now. It was a rather long story, but you had gotten yourself tied up in some scary illegal government stuff, and he had helped you out of it. Helped you get back to normality.

Unfortunately, normal was a word he never could get used to himself. He was a soldier, a defender for both this world, and one he no longer inhabited, apparently. It was all very inconceivable. All you truly understood was that he ended up stuck on Earth fighting some evil force, and he and his other friends may or may not have superpowers.

Yeah, very inconceivable.

“Ramen?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he was quick to agree. You put the pot on the counter, handing him some chopsticks. He didn’t waste any time digging in.

“You’re dressed for war,” you mentioned, noting the camo outfit and boots.

He scratched his head. “Suho found a lead. We’re heading out to investigate in the morning.”

“Oh….”

“You scared for me?” He questioned with a smirk, teasing you.

You rolled your eyes. “I should know by now that you don’t need the concern. But…. I feel like somebody needs to. You guys are always putting yourself in danger. Whenever you leave, I always wonder if….”

You were revealing too much, getting to emotional. He caught onto that, and gently asked you to continue.

You inhaled some courage. “I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

His eyes took you in. You watched as they bounced around, locking with every point of your face.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he finally answered. Not going to lie, you felt disappointment from his reply. “It’s our job. Why we were created.”

“But you have lost people,” you reminded him, thinking about the Luhan fellow he brought up occasionally. The best friend that wasn’t able to escape the hell they endured when they first landed onto this planet. “You are capable of dying, you know?”

“We’re stronger now. And we’re always careful, we know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” you said, dropping your gaze to the little bit of broth left in the pot. You shook your head. “Never mind. Pretend I never mentioned it.”

He went back to quietly observing you. This was what your relationship mostly consisted of. He would pop in out of nowhere and watch you, as though he was trying to understand how humans worked.

He pursed his lips and walked around the counter to stand before you. As if he weren’t completely sure what he was doing, he slowly lifted his glove-covered hands to your face, pulling it up so that you were looking at him. Your breath got caught in your throat at the contact, he’d never touched you before, not like this. It was…intimate.

“Thank you for your concern,” he said. “It makes me feel good, knowing someone cares if I’m dead or alive.”

“Is that why you always come back?” You questioned, sounding a bit more bitter than intended.

He grinned down at you. “You’re my person. You’ll always be the one I go to.”

Your eyes widened from his confession. His person. It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said, but you weren’t sure if that’s what he meant it as or not. Maybe you were reading too much into it. His eyes glimmered with something though, something that led you to believe he was indeed being romantic, in his own little way.

You smiled up at him. “You’re sure it’s not just because you saved me all those years ago?”

“I’ve saved a lot of people,” he told you. “But I don’t check up on them.”

“Just me?” You breathed.

He nodded.

“Okay.” You blushed and glanced away, growing shy. “Well, before you go, I should give you something. As a thank you for saving my life.”

“You don’t owe me anything for that,” he declined.

“All the same.”

You stood up on your tip toes to press your lips against his. It was quick. He didn’t even have time to react before you were falling back to your feet. When you pulled away, he leaned down, returning the gesture. You share a few more kisses, his arms going around your waist, yours to his covered forearms.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll need that again, I think.”

You giggled. “Whenever you’re back from your mission, I’ll gladly give you however many more you want.”

He hummed and gave into the urge to kiss you again, this one lingering. Once you slowly broke it, he left you—out the door this time.

You stood in that kitchen, shaking and praying that he would return unscathed.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Can you write some Dream with a Filipino! Reader please???

Beer

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Summary: You want to get drunk because he's gone. Oh, and Corinthian is so going to take advantage of that.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Filipino!Reader, gender neutral!reader, I use filipino, mentions of heavy drinking/drunkennes, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Hey nonnie, tbfh, being filipino played no part in this fic besides the fact she speaks some filipino and sings a filipino song, which is why i added in the warnings instead of the pairing lol ANYWAY, this can kinD OF DOUBLE AS A p2 for Thorn At My Side, although it kind of doesn't really mention much about what happens in that fic and is mostly centered on my fav nightmare But whatever I am tagging everyone who commented on that @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 Please listen to Beer by Itchyworms, because that's what reader is busting out a lung to here's then english translation if you're curious Part 3 ig "Not Enough"

Corinthian snorted as he watched from his personal corner of the bar. He was deeply impressed by how drunk, yet on key the singer was as each song progressed. This, he notes, would be the 3rd drunken and broken hearted song confession of the night.

When it ends, the crowd cheers but the performer does not care.

Corinthian smirks to himself, taking a sip of his drink. If heartbreak was the recipe for a star performer, then more people should try getting their heart ripped out.

The intro of the next song started to play.

The guitar riff to the familiar tune made my heart clench. Much like the song, I took a swig of beer-- whoever's it was didn't seem to mind. It tasted horrible. I never liked beer. But the burn down my throat was exhilarating. It was well welcomed with all this sorrow in my chest.

I mistakenly use my bottle as a mic when I sing the first lyric.

Someone in the crowd telling me this was made me realize it.

"Dahil wala ka na," I sang the next line.

Because you're gone.

I smack myself with the beer bottle when I begin to think of Dream.

Fuck that.

Corinthian licked his lips, grabbing his glass as he made his way closer to the performance. He pushes his shades up and places a hand in his pocket as the music from the speakers grew louder with every step he took.

He surveyed the room. Corinthian thought of how much of a waste it was for the crowd to be as receptive and appreciative of the performance, though they had no idea what the words meant, when the singer was too intoxicated to even be able to tell.

Corinthian listens to how the lyric about returned gumamelas was sung, how beer was dumped down on it like a sad throat, and how, much like your feelings, the flower was still very much alive after it all.

It was so pathetic it was funny.

Corinthian downs the last of his own drink as the chorus started.

Nah, this was definitely the limit. Aint no way anyone that hammered is making it past the chorus.

He rolled his shoulders, readying for the inevitable, as he enjoyed the severely vulnerable words of the song. The nightmare in him thrived in the pain. It pays to be language omniscient. At least he could thank Dream for that one thing.

Corinthian was nearly a second too late when it happened.

I blink rapidly, my lightheadedness distracted by the gasp of the crowd. It was pretty weird that my head wasn't hurt by the impact of me falling after tripping on a mic chord.

"Steady there, doll face."

I look at the smirking blonde before me, swearing I knew him, even though I didn't.

"Aw, it's Corinthian, babe. I can't believe you'd forget your favorite nightmare," he says, getting me onto my feet, "alcoholism doesn't suit you very well."

He leads me off, placing the mic on the stand. The crowd stirs. I turn over to the TV still flashing the lyrics of my song, "hindi pa tapos."

Not yet done? Corinthian pulls me close to him, brow quirking, "I'm pretty sure you're past done, doll."

I turn to him when I crash onto his firm chest. I barely see my reflection on his thick glasses. I realize he was holding a cup of water in his hand when he brings it up to my lips.

I take the glass from him and drink it.

"Honestly, I should just kill you."

I choke on my water. I feel it come out of my nose.

Corinthian chuckles dryly, shaking his head, "wouldn't you like that? Your Dream Daddy broke your heart. Don't you wanna break his?" The sound of my coughing makes Corinthian think he might not have to do anything for the moron to die.

He grabs the cup from my hand, sets it on a random surface, and leads me out of the bar as I continue racketing my lungs.

"Geez," he pats my back, "you secretly have TB or something?"

I shrug him off as we walk down the pavement. He watches me as I look at him, "you know my dad?"

"What?"

"Sabi mo 'dream daddy', eh hindi-"

This bitch really talking about a dad?

Corinthian mutes out the next words, turning his attentions to the street. He pulls me to the left so that I don't step on a smallish pothole I don't even see.

He peers down to his side, finding the rant 10x more annoying since it was being spoken in a language the idiot was clearly very comfortable with.

"Shut up," Corinthian snips.

I turn up to him, furrowing my brows, "are you my boyfriend?"

Corinthian snorts, ripping me back by my top when I continue walking, though it was a red light. I choke on my collar as I wind up falling back into his chest.

"That depends on how pissed off dad would be if I were."

"It's none of my dad's business who I date."

Corinthian hums, "but it is my dad's."

"You have a strict dad?"

Corinthian snorts, lips curving into a lopsided smile, "oh, you have no idea."

We begin to walk again, and Corinthian turns up to his right when he catches sight of a fluttering black bird. He pulls me closer to him, throwing his arm around my shoulder. He dives his hand to his pocket and takes a stick of gum, popping it into his mouth. He chews it, enjoying the mint for a moment.

"Good news, babe," he starts, "I'm your boyfriend now."

My face contorts, "what?"

"Nightmare."

I am abruptly pulled into a stop. I topple against Corinthian.

"Daddy dearest," said nightmare states, hand gripping one of my shoulder's firmly, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

I look at the man he was addressing, the dark hair and blue eyes make my stomach churn, but I push it away as I look up to the grinning man I was next to. I wrap my arm around his torso, as not to be left in such an awkward position. He turns to me, licking his lips.

"Your dad isn't blonde?" I mutter.

Corinthian laughs, "no he is not. It's kinda funny you don't remember."

"Enough."

Corinthian turns to his maker. He watches as Dream's face tenses, "unhand your captive this instant."

"There's no captive here, pops," he tilts his head, turning to me, "tell 'im. Aren't I your boyfriend, dearest?"

"Uhm," I think, then turn to Corinthian's dad, "yes, sir."

Corinthian holds back a laugh. He wills his face into neutrality. It takes everything in him not to flat out yak at Dream's furious look. Still, he exercises his self-control well.

"You heard it yourself."

"Except," Dream steps forward. A bunch of passersby gives us all weird looks. "You clearly got alcohol-"

"I didn't get alcohol anywhere."

"Oh? Then why does it reek-"

"You know why," Corinthian blurts, "a consequence of trying to forget you, Dream."

"Dream?" I perk up at the sound, turning from Corinthian then otherwise. When I catch his face, when I realize who the man with the dark hair and blue eyes before me was, I hide myself in Corinthian's chest. My heartbeat begins to exhilerate.

Corinthian finds himself acting out of instinct. He pulls me close to him, "don't worry, baby, I got you."

Dream fumes.

"Besides, he can't banish you in your own neighborhood," he smirks to Dream, "now can he?"

"Corinthian," Dream utters with a conviction that shakes the nightmare to his core. It makes him tense. It makes his stomach drop.

However, the spreading feel of wetness on his shirt snaps him out of it.

"Yeah," Cori says, "bye."

I grip on him tightly as we begin to walk away. A chill runs down my spine when he pass Dream. Corinthian experiences the same thing.

We make it down the block in relative silence, relative because beyond the sound of cars, there was a soft voice in my mind calling out to me.

Corinthian silences his own by speaking up, "you wanna have some sinigang? There's a Filipino restaurant just across the street."

I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, as I nod against him.

[mymegrokosmos]

some soft bf sangyeon bc it's been a day and my brain said have this ig.

waking up on fridays is usually a chore. it's the last day before the weekend and everything drags on so much more for some reason. today it's even harder to drag yourself out from under the comfort of your bed because it's drizzling outside and sangyeon's body is warm where he holds you against him.

it's a rare day off for your boyfriend and while you know it won't last, he'll be up and on his way to the gym in the next half hour like he usually is on these kinds of days, it's so gloomy and overcast outside that the sanctuary of your bed seems imminently more inviting. that and the how comfy he is. the weight of the arm around your waist, the soothing breath against the back of your neck, the soft sigh as his lips brush your shoulder when you move.

you yawn and reach over to shut off your alarm, wriggling out from under sangyeon's arm to make your way to the bathroom. the tile floor is cold against your feet but it wakes you up a little and now you're definitely not crawling back into bed.

coffee helps and you hold the mug close, cupped in both hands, as you snuggle further into the warmth of your boyfriend's jumper. thankfully it's a work from home day for you, like it is most days of the week now, so you're able to prioritize warmth and comfort. you start a fresh cup as you root through the fridge to see what there is for breakfast. nothing looks appealing but you're distracted by the arm that snakes around your waist.

"good morning to you too sleepy head."

you let sangyeon spin you around to place a kiss on your forehead, smiling at his sleepy expression and still mussed hair. you reach up to fix it and he hums softly, leaning his forehead on your shoulder for a second.

"coffee?" you offer as he stretches.

he grumbles something that resembles a yes and you laugh as you hand him his mug, leaning up to press a kiss to one cheek before shuffling off to your office.

you hear him around the apartment when he returns, blinking out of the daze you were in as you save your files and take a moment to stretch. it's been nearly two hours, a little longer than usual, but it is his day off so you don't think too much about it. it is time for a caffeine top up though so you get up and make your way to the kitchen jusr as the shower turns on. it's nice having the sounds of someone else around even if you're not doing anything together.

or so you think.

you're just putting the finishing touches on the project you've been working on all week when you hear a familiar rap on the office door. you hit save and push back from your desk as the door opens, your boyfriend's head peeking into the room. his hair is a soft brown lately and you think it suits him.

"are you busy in there love?"

you smile at his hesitance to disturb you. "no I just finished, come on in babe."

the smile that sweeps across his face has you sitting back in your chair, stress melting from your shoulders. he always looks so serious and it makes him seem so much younger. the boyish grin can be rare, especially during comeback season when he's usually under a lot of pressure to keep everyone on track and make sure they're doing well at all their promotions.

you like the goofball side of him that you get to see more often than anyone except maybe his members. his cute side is fully present as he steps into the room with a tray, carrying it over to your desk.

"baby what's this?"

you can’t see his face, the way he's bent over setting the tray over your keyboard so he doesn't disturb your work station, but you can see the way his ears and the back of his neck flush red. one hand comes up to cover his neck as he straightens, smile now sheepish.

"I didn't think you'd eaten yet so I made breakfast."

you glance at the clock. it's nearly noon now. the last hour really has flown by on you.

"are you going to stay and eat with me?"

he shrugs. "if you want me to."

you smile and nod towards the other chair. "of course I do. babe you took the time to cook for me and you didn't think I'd want to share with you?"

you're touched. you know cooking isn't his favourite but he does a good job of it when he makes the time to. that he went out of his way to make you breakfast on his day off because he knows you get absorbed in your work and forget to eat makes your heart jump.

"you're busy, I didn't want to interrupt while you were working."

"for you, I can make the time to sit down and eat together handsome. it's nearly lunch anyway. I can take my break and we can go for a walk after if that sounds okay?"

he takes one look at the way you fold your legs up in the office chair and laughs, nodding as he scoots forward to cut the omelette for you. "yeah, some fresh air will probably do you some good."

"i'm sitting like a shrimp again huh?"

"only a little bit."

[1d1195]

So I finally got around to reading protection and I thought it would be funny if I wrote down all my favorite parts bc I always wanna point them out, but I FORGET. It’s late and these are actually my live reactions bc im writing them in my notes as I read This will be long, this will probs be verryyy dumb (so if you don’t want to, pllsss don’t feel obligated to answer it, let it rot in your inbox😭)

The part where she’s like “hey niall! :D” and then switches up and yells at the supervisor 😭😭 AND NIALL IS JUST SHOOK BAHAHAHHA

Protocol. 

'He knew that she ended a lot of her doodles with little hearts'. As someone who always draws hearts every time I get my hand on a pen, I ADORE this little fact (there’s a statistic that says 56% of Americans write their first name when testing out a new pen, and I always say ‘well what’s the percentage of people who draw a heart cause it cant just be me’)

 Left covered in glitter and with a printed card that said Happy Holidays, but the L was a middle finger emoji. Funniest thing you’ve ever written actually. 

The whole codename talk OF COOURSE

protocol.

If he were my boyfriend this would be so controlling, I would be out of there in two seconds flat. Why am I liking all this? bc its harry duh, that man could throw me in the back of his trunk, leave me there for days, and I’d still be obsessed w him

It was next to impossible. She invaded his every thought. Like a little flower, a wildflower, poking through the cracks of his brain and growing where it shouldn’t.

Even if it was beautiful and lovely where it grew.

“I don’t care if y’don’t like me,” Harry knew that was a lie. He wanted her to like him so badly. unbelievably real, I get like this too harry dw

“Hate ‘em,” he nodded. She liked them. So, there was that; the olive theory would apply to them. THE OLIVE THEORY AWWWWWW

I was super psyched about the part where she cut her hand bc that literally happened to me today and ive got a huge gash & the napkins taped on me to prove it😭 (no harry to cheer me up tho smh🙄)

If I drank enough water, I would be too much for the world. She told him. I’d be unstoppable. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

he pressed his lips to her ear. “Is that why y’tense all the time? Just need t’come?” I SCREAMED

THE WHOLE SCENE AFTER THAT HELLO ???? DID YOU THINK THAT WAS OKAY ??? // tell everyone my cause of death was this: “Gonna listen t’me?” He asked. She nodded, gasping for air that didn't smell like Harry but enjoying that it did. “Say it,” he murmured. “For all the times y’didn’t.”

protocol !!!!!

Literally nothing abt chapter 7 because where the fuck would I even begin

Everything about chapter 8 was PERFECT I have no clue what you were worried about because girl I was HOOKED it was just PLOT PLOT PLOT the writing was AMAZING, the twists were AMAZING, her planning (or yours ig) AMAZINGGGGG, THE SHOOTING HER AS A DISTRACTION ????? HOLY FUCK

I will say tho, L harry cause I really wanted him to kill the dude😞

“Feel like this’ll be more paperwork for you. Just shoulda died,” ROLLING OVER IN MY GRAVE SHE’S SOOO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAH

cant believe u almost killing her was not enough for you LMFAOOOO

It wasn’t the time, but it was quite hot the way he held her trapped against her bed. She’s literally just a girl🎀

“What’s your favorite song?” She asked so innocently Harry could have cried. Your honor I LOVE her

I cannot believe that she literally got kidnapped AGAIN ???? BY HER FATHER ???? THIS POOR POOR GIRL

It was quite a humble moment for her. All those years of torturing agents and creating mountains of paperwork, building walls up so she didn’t even need protection...now they would probably let her die as the opportunity had presented itself. OUCH OUCH OUCHHHHHHHHHH

Harry’s gonna go gray before I finish this chapter

 He was strongly considering (and hoping) asking her if they could just put a chip in her. HAHAHAHAH as if. I will deadass settle for like a 200 hundred blurb JUST of that conversation between them

Diving into the chilly winter water, he hoped it wasn’t too late to save her again. This might be your most committed couple yet omg (no pun intended)

Ive never been happier to have not read a fic as you posted it because Samantha I SWEAR TO GOD this woulda drove me insane😭 IT DID DRIVE ME INSANE AND I WAS BINGE READING (I would’ve turned gray faster than harry)

“The hell is that?” He mumbled trying to make sense of the monstrosity on her lap. PFFTTTTTT love that crocheting is a styles’ family thing in this bc yes absolutely. im just picturing lil harry staying up late watching videos online to try to learn so he could be better than Gemma

im ADORING his constant worrying abt her getting a headache😭 its the sweetest thing ever

It was a crochet kit: a beginner's book, a set of hooks, and three different colored yarns. SHUT UPPPPP ITS AN INITIATION AHHHHH

“We’re gonna have to cope the way we need to. I will be my usual, hilarious self. And you can be mopey.” She’s literally me thank uuuu

The whole scene?? Youre my whole heart, completely exposed to the world ???? RIP me, rest in peace me, I. Died. Dead. 

“Wildflower, definitely wildflower.” 10 dead. 29 injured. ahhHHHHHHHH

Girl I am soooo sorry and like I said you absolutely don’t have to reply I just thought this would be fun and it might make you smile, also u deserve to know just how greatly appreciated your writing is, every bit of it <3

~🎶

So I truly enjoy everything I write (except Love and Dryer Sheets). I know inherently that Traditional is more popular but I think if I had to pick a favorite, Protection is by far my favorite story. I guess if I had to qualify maybe my favorite of 2023 at least. Idk what it was about it, I just loved writing every moment of it, I enjoyed my weird little dialogues and the silly little inside jokes. I thought the MC was really strong and wonderful--I aspire to be like her, ya know? Writing Harry's parts is always fun too but I think Protection Harry is the mushiest but shyest of them (probs because of his job) so getting him to open up to her was really fun to write too. idk.

ALL OF THIS TO SAY this is quite possibly the sweetest and nicest thing anyone has done for one of my stories. I love this so so so so so much. There are so many parts you pointed out that I cared SO deeply for that didn't necessarily get pointed out when I originally wrote it. It was so sweet to read them again from someone else's perspective. I probs won't catch everything but please know that I got this from you at 5 in the morning yesterday and I have read it no less than 100 times because I'm so honored that you enjoyed it enough to take notes 😭😭 and every single one made me SO happy and smiley.

I just read about the statistic about writing your name when handed a pen in a book I was reading! I bet the heart thing is a pretty cool stat too (whatever it is!).

PUTTING ME IN A TRUNK SAME.

nothing about part 7 I'm screaming 😂

I've mentioned it in another ask but when I write suspenseful things I already know where the suspense is leading so I just get super in my head about it because I think it's obvious about where it's leading?

You have ignited a new extra regarding putting a tracking chip in her 🤭

she is really funny tbh hehehehehe I like to believe I'm funny too because I like to think that's how I would react to a lot of these scenarios.

she IS just a girl (and she really just wants to get railed by Harry quite frankly. I think she deserves it lol she's been through a lot)

Almost killing her was the main part the kidnapping was extra because I was like "Aw crap, I forgot to tie up the daddy issues line" whoops hahahahahahaha

Idk if they crochet, I hope they do. I just needed something that siblings could argue over. I would kill to know what the sibling dynamic is between Harry and Gemma. It's gotta be hilarious.

I think Harry is going to worry about her the rest of his life and you're so right, he would go gray because of her hehehehehe

SAMANTHA hahahahahahaha I was thinking you would have hated to read this as I was writing it lol

10 dead 29 injured 😭💕 - I think most endings of my stories suck but again, I love this story so much, I humbly think I did a better job on this one 💕

in general the bullets where you quoted some of what I wrote was really sweet too. The part about not getting help because of how she treated them, the olive theory, the part about water, harry wanting her to like him, etc. etc. That really means so much to me that it seemed worth pointing out again 😭 thank you thank you thank you.

If there was anything I didn't reply to, it wasn't intentional, I just know this is the longest ask ever and I love it so much but I feel like it's going to continue forever if I don't stop 😭💕💕

YOU ARE THE BEST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! IT'S SO WONDERFUL 💕

xoxo

[sansloii]

☺ but also lawali 👁

“The amount of times I've lost track of the time when he comes to pay me a visit at work is in probably well into the double digits by now. It only happens when it's slow and I don't have that many guests to take care of but I kinda… expect it at this point.” The bartender then holds his hands up, but the expression on his face is far from remorseful. “Which I shouldn't… and I know Ignis is probably busy with — you know — his job. If I'm being totally honest, I don't think my boss likes it too much when I'm distracted like that even when it's slow.”

“But Ignis is just…” Now here, Lawali pauses. He lowers his arms to his lap as he searches for the right words to string together. His lips part one or twice, they purse together, and he shakes his head the tiniest bit… but doesn't seem to come up with anything right then and there. It, in fact, takes him several more minutes before he's able to say anything of substance — something that he didn't find… embarrassing, that is.

“We just… click, I guess? I don't really know how to word it better than that but he's, um… a friend worth having — the type of person that just sticks to the front of your mind when you think of someone important to you. Like you could tell them anything about yourself and they probably do the same without even thinking about it. That's how Ig is for me.”

free compliments | @rexpyre

[thatgorlnatalia]

𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦r | P.SH

Synopsis: are you going to break his heart or your own? | who knew getting assigned to hurt the boy you like would be such a challenge. Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to ???| college au

Pairing: Non-Idol!Sunghoon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of food & alcohol, some mentions of sexual content (lol ig), crude humor (ig)

PART: 0/5

Playlist: Certified Heartbreaker

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PROLOGUE -

Work isn’t your thing. Well, okay, part-time jobs aren’t your thing. It’s not your fault customer service is insufferable and it sure as hell isn’t your fault that the world–unfortunately–requires a college degree in order to make a decent living (that’s being generous). School also isn’t your thing, which is mainly the reason as to why you are barely making it through your second year in college. College is expensive and working hard to make a living isn’t really your forte, so what were you supposed to do? You had an idea: create a service where people can hire you to basically either break a couple up or break up with their significant other for them. 

“Break up with their significant other for them” is a little bit of an understatement; you get paid to seduce their partner so they can break up with them for cheating. Hey, it’s actually easy money and no one has complained so far (or found out about your…occupation). Money is money and with where you are currently, you need as much help with it as you can get. Depending on the service, the fee varies. Today–luckily for you–is one of the days you love the most: you get to sit back and receive the largest fee you charge.

You tapped the screen of your phone to check the time before setting it back down onto the small table you were sitting at in the coffee shop near your campus. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you felt excitement build up in your gut, causing you to start shaking your leg out of anticipation. You chewed on the bottom corner of your lip as your eyes scanned the establishment. Your client had texted you that she would be walking in at any moment and you just couldn’t wait to see how this was going to unravel. Picking up your drink, you take a sip, trying to distract yourself as your eyes continue to be drawn back to the guy you slept with only a few hours ago. You try to suppress a smile as you swallow, setting your drink back down, biting the bottom corner of your lip again as you try not to let out a laugh. 

Your client–his girlfriend (soon to be ex)–hired you about a week ago to seduce her boyfriend; she claimed that she just didn’t have the heart to “simply break up with him” (she has been cheating on him for weeks…with multiple guys). Asking questions and judging wasn’t really your thing. Besides, if he was really a good guy, would he have cheated on her in the first place? The relationship already ran its course, you simply just acted as the extra push they needed to move their separate ways. The little bell above the door rang, signaling someone has entered. You look over to see your client and you let out an amused sigh, ready to see how things were going to unravel. 

She makes her way over to him and you watch as you see him smile, greeting her. He already ordered her a drink and motioned for her to sit down. She said some things, you couldn’t really hear, you couldn’t exactly be too close or else he might recognize you. His smile falls and he scoffs as he rolls his eyes. You knew it, he was a jerk. No surprise, really. He was way too cocky with himself last night and long story short, you faked your orgasm. You take another sip of your drink as they exchange words back and forth. “Three…two…one…” you whispered as you continued to enjoy your drink. Like clockwork, your client shows him her phone, most likely with pictures that your friend took on your date with her, well, you suppose it’s okay to officially refer to him as her ex. Anyway, she was probably showing him pictures your friend took of you and her ex last night. You shudder as you set down your drink on the table, recalling just how sloppy of a kisser he is. It was like being licked by a pitbull; filled with grunting and slobber. 

He tries to deny it, of course, but they continue to argue and as he stands up, she slaps him. You can’t tell, but one of them breaks up with the other and he leaves. Your client turns, spotting you, and you motion your head for her to meet you out back. You wait until she leaves first, then for about a minute or so–and once you finish your drink–you head outside. 

“Thanks, again.” you hear her say as you make your way over to her.

“Did you mention during your argument about how bad of a kisser he is?” you asked, genuinely curious.

She laughs, nodding her head. “I mentioned a lot more than just that.” You chuckle and she reaches into the small purse she was carrying. Watching the drama unfold was only one reason why–especially when you have to seduce your target–today is one of your favorite days. The other reason, to be completely honest, is because today was also the day you get paid by a spoiled rich kid. She zips up her purse, pushing it back up her forearm before she turns to you with a sweet smile (with undertones of bitchiness). She holds out a thick envelope for you to take, which you do. “You charge a lot for just sleeping around.” she says while standing up straighter and smoothing out her hair. 

Your lips form a thin, fake smile. “I charge a lot because you had me sleep with a dog.”

She laughs. “You’re funny for a…” she trails off.

You no longer hold your smile and look inside the envelope, honestly making sure to see if she paid you what you agreed on. Before she can say anything, you shake the envelope and smile, this time genuinely. “Have a nice day, ma’am.” you say before turning to walk away.

“Ma’am?!” you hear her exclaim as she stomps her foot.

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A whole month has gone by since then. No one has contacted you since and at some point, you thought she had written a bad review or something because the longest you went without a client was for maybe two days, max. You even checked Yelp and you don’t even have an actual business for Yelp to recognize. It just simply wasn’t making any sense. Was everyone really happy in their relationship? 

“Maybe you should start posting ads.” your friend, Beomgyu suggests…again.

“I swear, if you keep saying that, I’m going to break this bottle over your head.” you say, half kidding-half serious.

He lets out his annoying laugh as you both take another drink from the bottle of soju you were sharing. 

“Then stop complaining about how you’re going to need money soon and just, I don’t know, get a real job.” he says in an annoying tone.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Over my dead body.”

“You’re going to be dead once you run out of money for food.” he says, snatching the bottle from your hand before drinking the rest of it.

You slap his arm as he giggles, trying not to spit out the drink, focusing on trying to stop from laughing and swallow.

Unfortunately, he is right. You need someone to hire you soon and fast; money has become so tight, you have to share soju with Beomgyu…and you have to pay him back. He lets out an ‘ah’ as he shakes his head, the alcohol burning his throat.

“I’m just saying,” he gets up from the edge of the sidewalk you were both sitting on outside of the convenience store to throw it away, “if you get a real job, you might be able to have an actual, normal relationship with a certain someone.” he states.

He makes his way back over to you and takes his seat. You scoff, “I know who you’re implying and I’ll set the record straight right here, right now: he would never date me.”

Beomgyu laughs and you look at him as you contemplate going to the bank to get a loan so you can put a down payment on a car to run him over with. “You’re joking, right? Don’t ask me how because I don’t know what magical power you hold, but every single request you’ve gotten to sleep with someone, they’ve always accepted.”

“Are you calling me hot?”

“I’m calling you a magician.” he states, matter-of-factly. You were already thinking of the fastest way to get to the bank. “I mean seriously,” he continues, “I’ve only done over the pants stuff, but you’ve managed to get into the pants of anyone and everyone you want. What kind of power do you have against the universe because it's getting to the point where there is no logical explanation for it.”

“Are you calling me ugly?”

“Yes.” Before you can smack him upside the head, your phone dings from getting a notification. Both yours and Beomgyu’s eyes widen as you grab your phone from your back pocket. You practically jump up from seeing the notification. “Is that what I think it is?” he asks, standing up as well. You nod your head excitedly as you both let out excited squeals.

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Some of the clients you get have been other people that attend your school, but never anyone the same age–let alone the same year as you–have sent a request to meet. So, when you walked into a private corner of the library and saw someone you had seen at orientation last year, you were a little surprised. Not only did you have a new client (finally), but this one is rich. From the designer clothes she was wearing to the way her hair was perfectly styled, you could tell this girl had money. If you felt like it–which you are kind of tempted to–you could mug her and sell her clothes to make your rent this month and maybe feed a few starving children in the process, but you hold yourself back. 

“How did you hear ab-”

She holds her hand up in front of your face to stop you from talking and you fight the urge to bite her fingers off and sell those on the black market. She puts her hand down as her eyes scan your body. She grimaces before sighing.

“You’re my last hope.” she says, not sounding too pleased with the words coming out of her mouth. “But I suppose you’ll just have to do.”

“Are you going to kidnap and sell me to your rich uncle?”

She frowns, not amused with your question and you clear your throat, realizing you need to shut up if you want your money.

“You charge a lot for services that are clearly sub-par, but I’m desperate and people have said you always follow through.”

You weren’t quite sure whether to be flattered or insulted. You crossed your arms as you looked her up and down before grimacing. “Are you going to insult me all day or are you going to tell me what you want to hire me for?”

She moves some of her hair behind her ear while letting out a huff.

“Fine, let’s cut this conversation short. I want you to break someone's heart.”

Well, that’s a new one. No, seriously, the way she phrased it was new.

“Do you mean like you want me to break up with them for you or…?”

She laughs.

“How childish,” she stops laughing. “No, I want you to absolutely destroy this man.” You couldn’t help but let your mouth fall agape. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a mini battery powered fan. She turns it on, moving it to blow air onto her face. “Sorry,” she says as she turns it off and puts it back into her purse, “just thinking about him makes me overwhelmed with rage.” she says through her gritted teeth.

“I can see that.” you say, judging her. “Why exactly do you want me to, um, ‘destroy him’?”

“He rejected me.” she says with the type of tone that suggests you already should have known.

“Uh-huh…and how am I supposed to ‘destroy him’?”

She lets out an annoyed huff and rolls her eyes.

“Do I have to do your job for you? Obviously you are going to make him fall in love with you and then break his heart so he will realize he doesn’t have any reason to be the pompous bastard that he is.”

Wow. As much as you hate to admit it, the girl is pretty. Like, really pretty. She could get any person she wanted and she was standing here upset over the fact that she got rejected. Actually, scratch that, it tracks. A girl as pretty as this has to have the world’s biggest ego. “Right, naturally.” you say.

“Exactly.” she reaches back into her purse and pulls out an envelope. She hands it to you and you raise an eyebrow. “My friends say that for better service, I should make a deposit.”

Hell yeah she should make a deposit. You take the envelope, looking inside and practically feel like you could take this check and run away to another country. You look back at her and smile.

“I now realize just how much this means to you and rest assured, I will not rest until I absolutely destroy this man's self esteem.”

She smiles. “It will be perfect because once he is rejected by someone like you, he won’t ever be able to step outside because of how ashamed he will be.”

You continue to force the smile to stay on your face, biting your tongue. You clear your throat (and murderous intentions from your mind) before putting the check into your backpack. “So, who’s the lucky guy?” you ask, zipping up your bag before flinging it back over your shoulder. 

“Park Sunghoon.” she states.

You freeze and your mind goes blank. Who did she just say? Did you hear her correctly? No, you must have misheard.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Oh my god, do you live in a cave? Park Sunghoon, he’s the same age as us.”

Nope, you heard her right the first time. She conveniently left out a few other important titles this man carries: 

Park Sunghoon: the hottest guy in your grade. 

Park Sunghoon: the richest guy in your grade. 

Park Sunghoon: the guy who has rejected every girl that has asked him out. 

Park Sunghoon: the guy you have been going to school with since high school. 

Park Sunghoon: the boy you have had a massive crush on since you were in high school.

This bitch must be out of her damn mind and there was no way you were going to follow through with this. You were about to give her back her check, but then her phone buzzed. She looked at it and let out a small laugh, her smile going back to a frown when her eyes went from looking at her phone back to you.

“I have to go, my friends are waiting, but once you actually follow through: I’ll double what you originally asked for plus whatever fees you charge as well.” She can’t possibly be serious. There is no way in hell she is being serious. You couldn’t even process how much money that would come to. You didn’t even realize your mouth was completely open from shock. She lets out an agitated groan, “Look, I know this is a hard ask, but no one turns me down. Do we have a deal?”

She reaches out one of her hands and places it under your chin. She closes your mouth and you come back to your senses. Your eyes meet hers and she looks at you, waiting for your answer. She takes her hand away once your mouth is closed and crosses her arms, her expression making it evident that she is becoming impatient.

Shit.

“Yeah, we have a deal.”

[todayisafridaynight]

To Be Abnormal for a second Every Frame A Painting If Jo Is In It right... an exquisite top pick... his attitude and body language are So Cunty when he's in control of a situation... he's just very fun to watch and the Context that the cap is part such a sequence and what comes before and after elevates it...

Plus the lighting and color grading in the office is very suited to Jo's design with the purple and pink undertones, and the general framing/negative space/value distribution in that particular shot is Just Good; the blinds also make for a nice backdrop and the way he casts this really soft shadow behind him does a lot to make him subtly stand out from the background... ALSO I love the detail of the blinds being Kind Of Fucked Up In Places like he put his hands on them with a little too much force at some point and [being dragged away to be institutionalized]

BUT YEAH NO I DELETED THE POST BUT I DEFINITELY. HAD SOME THOUGHTS. AS YOU CAN SEE.

It's not JUST that it's A Disservice To Mr. Tsutsumi it's that... as I was sort of talking about at the stream with young [i.e. eighties] Jo although I didn't elaborate... this and some other decisions age him so much. Like, when Tsutsumi was actually around that age, he looked like this. A Baby.

And I just think... NOT having that wide-eyed innocence isn't as fitting. It's like buying into Jo's Belief that he's all-grown-up when really he's still got the mentality and coping mechanisms of a child at fifteen and hangs onto a great deal of it well into adulthood... I think it was important to give him a face people'd instantly want to protect to place visual emphasis on the enormity of everything going on in Jo's monologue.

Would also apply to what you were talking about in the MineDai-AraSawa comparison ask, how Arakawa might feel extra-concerned for him because he's younger [I can't say much because my age gap with most of my friends is big anyway, but I frequently see my friends in their mid-twenties or later feel that way with their friends in their early-twenties]

Like it's THERE I just want it to be there visually... in a visual medium... in the ONLY visual medium where de-aging someone with 100% accuracy would be possible... is that so much to ask...

HIS CUNTINESS YEAH that's the way to put it (❁´◡`❁) tbf i color corrected the scene Just A Little since the cap i had was just Weirdly Dark BUT the colors ARE still there.... his suit and overall character does just Pop against how white/grey everything is around him

AND YEAYEA THE FACT HIS BLINDS ARE A LITTLE BENT IN SOME PLACES it's a tiny detail but it's one of my favorite things i noticed- i didnt think it was worth mentioning but im glad you noticed it too (╯▽╰ )

BUT BEHIND THE LORE REASONS™️ TO NERF TTM'S LIPS YEAH lowkey that's how ive forever chosen to interpret jo's flashbacks and why he seems so much older in them (Alongside with arakawa sounding older than he reasonably should at that point BUT ig you can make a case of The Yakuza Aging Someone idk not the main point). i think rgg just knew that if they kept ttm's natural lips i wasn't going to take sawashiro seriously for any longer than five seconds before being wholeheartedly distracted.. (￣人￣)

[i-tbd]

Am i not good enough? Why does it always happen to me. He left. Another guy left. I kissed him and he left. Fuck my life. I wanna leave too. I wanna leave this fucking pain of not being with someone or feeling lonely. It should be okay right? To not be with someone. Why am I so desperate. I didn't even know what I wanted and what I didn't. Why am I still sad cause he left.

I was so so freaking excited to meet him. But he texts me that in the morning, it just doesn't feel good after that. We couldve met, he could've told me that face to face rather than text dumping. I just wanted to go out. I liked someone's attention to me. Someone who's focus is on me when with me. I like that yes so what everyone needs attention sometimes you can't always get it and never focus on the other person for when they need the feelings to reciprocate. Its not like i don't get attention from the friends i have, its just that a special attention from a special someone is different. It sucks it hurts why was I so attached. Whyd that kiss happen, why me.

The other guy left after kissing me and touching me in places. He left after kissing me. Were never gonna meet again. It sucks. It just doesn't feel good that you're with someone and they leave after you invite him to your house. God I'm gonna get such bad looks from the guard again whenever i bring a guy home. He'd be like 'shes such a hoe' gosh. Anyway idk what to say. Its okay ig. I get where he's coming from but it still hurts.

I'm done with guys until I find someone in real life who actually likes me genuinely and isn't confused 😭 where is my college romance🫠

Why why why can't I get over you? Fuck. I'm down bad. I keep thinking about you. Keep getting the thoughts inside my head. I wanna be fucking over you already. Why can't I stop thinking about you? About us? Why can't I stop? Why were you so addicting. Why did you make me catch feelings, it sucks. Everyone around me has someone. I lost you, i lost Jordon. That's very bad of me to think about Jordon that way. He doesn't deserve to be thought about that day. Fuck why do I like you. Why can't I stop thinking about you. Fuck. I'm not over you. I'm not I'm definitely not. Text me. Text me like we used to talk. I know you can't, i can't. I wanna send him something. Anything. Just something. I wanna talk to him fuck.

I can't do this. I can't text him. I shouldn't text him. That's wrong. That's desperate. Don't do it. Don't send him that cat. Get over him. He said it himself, i deserve someone who likes as much as I do. I don't fucking want anyone else to like me, i want him to like me. I want to kiss him again. To feel his touch again. To feel his fingers in me, to feel his weight over me to feel his hand on my bare body. To feel his skin, the softness of his lips against mine, the feel of his body on mine. Fuck arushi don't. Don't do this. Don't think about it. I need a distraction. I can't get a distraction, i can't. Fuck

Get over it. Get over him. That's all you need to do. To forget about a person. You've done it before. You might find someone else someone better someone closer to your age. But that's the thing there's no one. He understood me. He understood If I'm late he understood me. Damn.

I need to get over him. Fuck. I'm down bad.

[lovelykil]

imagine this; tanjiro with a reader like Kaido from saiki K and she’s like “your my mortal enemy! your part of the dark reunion!” but she’s like so goofy and playful.

or zenitsu with a reader who is not empathetic AT ALL and one day he’s crying because their on a mission together and he’s scared and she easily and quickly kills the demon for him and he’s like “your my knight in shining amour.. sure your a girl but it makes it cooler!” or something like that and he clings onto her a lot, but he’s oddly quiet and shy around her and he’ll like fiddle and giggle while giving her like.. a flower and she’ll just be like; 😐”thanks ig..” but she’s really sweet.. just can’t show it.

my knight!─

ᯓ zenitsu .ᐟ

synopsis; a non-empathic reader but secretly a sweetheart underneath

oneshot

note; I REALLY like the zenitsu one LOL so here you go :3 this is my first post for him nervous asf 😔😔 I couldn't decide whether to do a oneshot or headcanons though

within the depths of the dense dark forest, high-pitched, feminine screams echo, causing a noticeable agitation in the foliage of the towering trees. Upon hearing the piercing cries, a flock of agitated crows abruptly take flight from their high perches in the trees, and disappear into the depths of the night sky.

"could you be any louder!"

"I thought something touched me! Don't yell at me Y/n!" The trembling blonde cries as he follows behind you, his limp body cowering in fear as his eyes feverishly search around in paranoia. You can feel the irritation bubbling inside you from the pathetic male, as you two inch deeper into the mysterious mountains.

why did they pair you up with him!? It could've been tanjiro or.. well even that stupid boar but HIM? More of zenitsu's familiar timid whines slip through his tightened lips from behind just making this mission entirely too much to handle. But with a sharp inhale and a soft exhale, you remain calm and take every step with caution you look around a few times just to be sure but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary... at least for now.

"where the hell is that demon?" Your brows furrow. Zenitsu, about to answer reaches out for your shoulder but quickly falters at an unpleasant sound. Your head whips around at his slight winces watching him cover his ears in pain.

"do you hear it??" You ask, taking a step closer to him. He simply nods in response to your eager question, still holding his hands up to his ears. You focus your attention away from him and cautiously begin to scan the dense forest.

your toed shoes glide against the rough ground positioning yourself into a composed and defensive stance with your hand gradually moving towards the sword resting securely at your waist.

zenitsu's hands falls observing your pose, it was so perfect so flawless not to mention defensive! You were protecting him! With your back visible to him and so close as if he were a weak bear cub hiding behind you, he hears the sharp sounds of your fine blade when you draw it his stomach can't help but flutter. Who knew someone could look so attractive just from the backside of them?

his breath suddenly hitches, he had forgotten all about the great scary demon. Too distracted by you, he practically screamed, his hazel golden eyes bulging out of his sockets once he saw the high-sky creature land with great force on the dirty ground with an ominous smile.

"you two look delicious, can't wait to tear you apart!" The demon male cooes in with an unpleasant growl, he smiles wickedly as he shows off his sharp teeth almost as if he were attempting to scare you.

"AHH— Y/N IM GONNA DIE!!" The sudden grip around your leg makes you lose your focus, forcing your gaze downward, he was crying yet again the pathetic demon slayer was crying. You yell, attempting to shake him off.

"you idiot! Let me go! We're both gonna die if you keep gripping me like that!" The demon watches the embarrassing sight unfold in front of him, earning a confused yet annoyed expression.

"PLEASEEEE DONT LET ME DIEE Y/N!"

"let go zenitsu!!" Your sword tight in your grasp waves around in the air, you still try to break free of this boy's incredible grip around your ankle. You're distracted... him squeezing your leg with nasty snot spilling from his leaky nose and endless tears falling down his pasty skin. You don't seem to notice the demon is no longer in sight, no longer in front of you only a poof of air is present indicating the demon might have just jumped now.

you come to an abrupt halt, your eyes widening at the loss of that dangerous creature. "the demon is gone." You mutter under your breath. For a moment there was a collective silence both of you waiting eagerly for what was next, even zenitsu's whines ceased for only a moment. The demon slayer stands up carefully, his fragile eyes looking around with his back pressing against yours.

"y/n.." He calls your name so softly it makes your head turn. Was he scared? Nervous? Was he going to confess something?

Your usual cold demeanor suddenly lifted, "zenit—" your words were cut off swiftly by a strange feeling, your intuition telling you to look up.

and that you did and there he was, the demon at such heights up in the dark skies. That horrid smirk still plastered over his face coming down entirely too quickly to the surface.

you act rather fast, pushing the blonde to the side and jumping back so the demon misses to land a blow. Zenitsu, thrown off the side, grunts at the rough impact and slowly lifts his head to watch you skillfully wield your blade then finally slice the demon's head off with a resolute cry.

crimson-red blood splatters violently over the ground, creating a stark contrast as it mingles with the dirt and green grass when the demon's head falls to the ground following along with its body. The demon spews out nothing but curses and nonsense that you ignore whilst making your way to your partner.

you feel his shocked eyes on you as you grow near then extend your hand out for him. He looks at your hand then at you, his breathing steadying.

"are you gonna grab—"

"Y/NNN, MY LOVELY KNIGHT~!"

"huh—" zenitsu is quick to land on his feet and force himself on you with a wide, warm, and giggly smile inviting you into his warm arms.

an invitation you surely did not want but had no choice it seemed. He rubbed his face against yours, rambling off his gratitude towards you. You stumble back unable to move from shock, your cheeks warm and body tenses.

he's so close!

"hey, get off..!" You attempt to push him away but fail miserably, he clung to you for dear life and was CRYING for dear life they weren't sad tears though.

happy ones.

"that was so cool! You're practically my shining knight and I'm your prince! Even if you are a girl it makes it betterrr.." He cries out. His unusual compliments make your heart swell, did he really mean that?

your eyes dart away with a quick blush, you stop trying to push him away and decide to suffer, though you weren't suffering exactly.

you smile, softly.

"yeah... whatever. You were pretty useless anyway." Your hand softly brushes the top of his head as you kneel on the ground, him still clutching you tightly. Even if he was a pain... there were only rare moments when your heart would melt just for him, and now was one of those moments as you held him close to you weeping his happiness away.

a bit dramatic but hey, it's zenitsu.

. . .

now a taisho-era secret!

after this specific mission, zenitsu gained more of an attraction towards you! He is more skittish than usual even giggling like a girl when he sees you. Tanjiro is concerned when he acts this way... He is a total fan boy.

[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.