#(another one of the big !!! thoughts in my head right now)

[eraserbread]

your husband, nanami, finally gives you the one thing you've been pining over

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nanami spoils you rotten. he's starting to see that, now.

you wanted a house? a week later he slid the deed to you over dinner.

that new egregiously priced sectional you've been eyeing? add to cart.

there was only one thing he fought you on.

"i'm sorry - just couldn't help but notice." ken walks into the bedroom where you're relaxing on your side of the bed, new fiction book in hand that you only just picked up. "is this your birth control? it was in the trash can..."

"oh." you reply haphazardly, flipping to page 28. "my doctor and I decided we'd take a few months off the daily's until my hormones even out."

poor kento - he has no idea what you're talking about, but he knows you never told him anything about hormones. "yes, I understand." no, he doesn't. "but what about contraception?"

"we'll be fine for a few weeks." you turn to the next page, deciding it being better not seeing his face right now. you wouldn't be fine - in fact, you're ovulating.

but, is it such a crime to have a baby with your extremely well-off, generous, yet supremely stubborn husband? the way he's acting, you would think so.

"i'm just supposed to not lay hands on you for a few weeks?"

"if that's what you feel like, yeah."

"hey." he suddenly crowds you, standing at your side of the bed and pushing your book down. "I don't like the nonchalant."

"just wear a condom, nanami." you flick his big hand away from your book, content just to rile him up a bit before accepting defeat.

you know what you're doing.

"nana..." he's repeating his name -- a name you never called him unless you were serious. "I'll give you time by yourself to cool off." he's at that tempered-state right before his self-control shatters; all he needed was another push.

"lock it behind you?"

"why do you need to lock the door?" you can see it as he faces your back to you, heading to give you some space before he's stopped by your words. this is a home of open doors- even if you're using the bathroom. it's a bit insulting that you'd want to lock the bedroom one now.

a flick of the finger finds you at page 30, and you smile as your main character is taunted and poked. " oh, nothing. just thought i'd try this new toy friend sent me."

"toy? are you trying to make me mad?" kento's glad to admit he's never even seen you whisper next to a sex toy when he's around. he truly is so spoiled.

the door in his hand he was about to close behind him, slams shut with a single push. it makes just enough noise to pull you from your relaxed state, lowering your book and furrowing a brow.

so, just imagine your ease and joy when he has you folded in a mating press a few minutes later, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he fucks you into the mattress. your knee is over his shoulder, thick, chiseled torso shining in the dull bedroom light under sex and sin. he looks so good like this -- eyes screwed shut and only blinking open to study your pained, but highly satisfied expression.

"you want a baby so damn bad, I'll give you a baby." he growls, taking your other knee in his strong hands to will you deeper into the position. you're aching already, and he was not the gentlest, but you loved every second of it.

it's nearly embarrassing just how wet you are, and ken can feel it as you squelch and weep for him. it's impossible to let up, you're fucking squeezing around his cock like you're trying to milk him dry, spilling out fitting endearances that lick over him, giving him reason to take you harder.

he's so hard it hurts -- it hurts because you're so beautiful and he loves you so much that he hogs all of his sweet, sweet seed for you all day until you're loose enough to take all of it.

but, you're so damn stubborn and you know how to frustrate him. he loves it. he lives for anything you give him -- it just gives him reason to fuck you a little harder after a long day. he knows you need that, so who cares if it takes a little bratting to get your way?

after all, he married you.

and it's pointed directly at your womb that he cums so fucking hard and deep. forcing himself to keep fucking you through it so he can pump his seed deeper and deeper until it has nowhere to go but up and out.

your stupid little plan worked. now, he has you bred and limp when he pulls out, leaving a sick stain of white between your thighs in his wake.

"you got what you wanted? happy now?" ken regards you with a glance over his shoulder as he scoots out of bed. you're staring at him unblinking, just taking in the way his strong back twitches with every move.

it's fucked-out and pliable that you give him a little nod, smiling soft at the corners, you mumble --

"...gonna have a baby... yay."

[maxriss]

⋆✴︎˚ clementine coloured love — ln4

lando norris x reader / est. relationship / library

genre :: fluffiest fluff

syn. where lando peels an orange for you, an act so mundane and natural for him <3

it was a breezy summer evening weeks before the season started for lando. which meant ample of time for some dates nights and quality time for us.

lando was perched on the kitchen stool speaking about the new movie he was psyched to watch tonight for our date night. his hands toyed with the ceramic fruit bowl occasionally juggling the oranges it held. i stood a few steps away from him preparing a bowl of popcorn. “so are we watching this one tonight babe?” i asked him.

"absolutely, it’s going to be fucking mega, I’ll tell you that!" lando exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious. i couldn’t help but smile at him, feeling a warmth in my heart that only he could inspire. curious about the movie, I inquired further as I buttered the popcorn, sliding the bowl his way for him to catch.

I nodded and hummed along with his excitement while reaching for a ripe orange, planning to snack on it before it went bad. I placed the orange on a tissue beside the bowl of popcorn and headed to the fridge for some drinks. as I turned around, holding a Capri Sun and a soda, I suddenly froze in place.

lando was peeling the orange.

lando stood near the orange as his fingers peeled it continuing to talk about the movie. his hands alternating between peeling and gesturing as he spoke. completely unbothered, as if it were second nature. he hadn’t even hesitated. hadn’t asked why i placed it there or if i wanted him to peel it for me. he had just… done it. Instinctively. effortlessly.

“babe?” his voice pulled me out of my thoughts, eyes flicking up to meet mine as he handed me a perfectly peeled orange.

because suddenly, it wasn’t just an orange. it was every small thing he did without thinking. the way he pulled me closer in his sleep. the way he remembered my coffee order down to the syrup and milk ratio. the way his hand always found the small of my back in crowded places.

“you passed the orange peel theory lan,” i say bashfully.

“the what?” he asked with a smile fingers working thru the second orange. i explained the theory to him, now across from him at the counter. a palm reaching forward to brush his cheeks. “i love you”

“ah babe it’s not a big deal,” lando whines a rosey hue covering his cheeks. “i’d peel an orange for you forever.”

“it’s a big deal baby,” i tease looking at him with adoration.

he didn’t press, just shot me a grin before tossing another orange in the air, catching it with ease. “you ready for the best movie night of your life?” i looked at him—the boy who loved deeply in all the ways that mattered. and i knew, at that moment, i already had everything i could ever need.

“yeah,” i said, peeling apart a section of the orange. “i’m ready.”

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[plutonium-spectacle]

I love this concept- all humans are Irish/German to aliens. Here's what I thought of (the math isn't exact, it's mostly guesstimates):

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Trilyn prided himself (as did many of his species, the Krakoor) on his alcoholic tolerance. It was mostly due to his size- at over 600 pounds in weight (he was using human measurements as it would be easier for you human readers to understand), standing over twice the average alien height, it took much more alcohol to get him to pass out than others.

He could drink about 12 ounces before he had to stop. It was incredible. Whenever a new species would be introduced to the intergalactic society, it was always a joke to egg them on to start a drinking contest with a Krakoor. Most refused, but one or two may have the hubris to try every now and again.

Then, the humans were introduced. They were small, fleshy things, about a quarter of his size- no exoskeleton, and barely any meat or muscle on them, typically. He had also heard they had the hubris of no other species, while also being violent, paranoid-ridden creatures from a deathworld. Most of what he heard described them in contradictions.

Aggressive yet kind.

Open yet closed off.

Paranoid yet stupidly trusting.

Fleshy yet predators.

Creatures of both war and peace.

Unmistakably intelligent yet ditzy and stupid.

Humble yet full of hubris.

And he desperately wanted to meet one. The stories- the stories were a range from horrific to comical to unbelievable. He'd never heard of anything like it. And today was his lucky day.

He was sitting in a bar, surrounded by creatures around his size, sipping on the strongest drink they offered- about a 5% alcohol to 95% drink ratio. It was rather packed, though there was always some empty seats, as not many could stand (nor liked to) any alcohol in traceable amounts. Then, looking like a meagre bug surrounded by the others, a human (a human!) waltzed in, completely unbothered by the size difference with himself and those around him.

The human took a seat next to Trilyn casually (though casually was more in his demeanor- he had to comically climb up the chair to sit on it's too-big cushion with the bar counter up to his underarms), before ordering a drink from the bewildered bartender, having to get a shot glass as a normal cup due to his small size.

Trilyn spoke up, grinning down at the little fleshy creature, "you're a little small to be drinkin' don'tcha think, buddy?"

The human chuckled, as the bartender set down his shot glass, "I drink all the time back on Earth, my home planet. I've got a pretty high tolerance despite being a bit small."

The bartender nervously slid the shot to the human, guaging the man for any immediate puking. The human took a sip, frowning a little in response.

To Trilyn and the bartender's surprise, the man wasn't upset about too much alcohol.

"Could you put a bit more alcohol in this? Add any fee you need to my tab."

The bartender looked even more nervous, adding a small splash to the drink of concentrated alcohol (nearly 40%, if his memory was serving him right), making the man frown further.

"Uhm. Sorry. Bit more?"

The bartender then added another splash, eyeing the man nervously. The man frowned, turning to whisper to Trilyn.

"...Is it like, a custom to not pour much alcohol? I want at least like, 20% tonight."

Trilyn froze. That would kill him. Was- was this man genuinely suicidal? Was it all some sort of joke?

"2-20%?"

That was over quadruple what Trilyn could stand. The man nodded, before turning to the bartender again.

"Could I get something with about 20% alcohol in it, give or take?"

The bartender's eyes widened in shock, clearly not believing what she had just heard. She then immediately shook her head.

"Look, you'll die if you have that much, and I don't want a life on my hands if I can help it."

The man seemed confused by this- incredibly confused.

"Die? I'm not gonna get like, 10 drinks or whatever, just a few to loosen up. Is alien alcohol super strong or something? Got any Jack Daniels back there?"

The bartender seemed to notice something- they both knew human alcohol was just as potent as galactic alcohol- so why would the human order a 20% if he didn't plan on dying? The bartender got out the smallest glass available, before pouring some alcohol in with some drink mixer to dilute it, before handing to the man.

"That's about 15% if my math is right," she said warily, as the man happily gulped it down.

Trilyn was panicking now: he was about to witness a death. Why would the man do this? He didn't seem suicidal? Was there a way he could prevent the alcohol from reaching his blood and this was some sick prank?

But nothing happened. A minute passed, and nothing happened. Then a few minutes.

"You... how?" Trilyn asked, confused out of his mind.

"How what?"

"You... you should be dead. The most I can have is 5% typically."

The man was just as confused as Trilyn now.

"The most you can have is 5%? Look at you, you should be able to drink it at 100% with your size. I think my limit is about 7 drinks of somewhere around 30% before I black out, but I've got a high tolerance."

Trilyn was dreaming. This was a joke. A prank. No way could this little flesh ball out-drink him. Not even the unnaturally big of his species could go past a drink of 8% or 9%.

The rest of the night was spent with the human- who's name was Jamie- with the human nursing a good 40% drink as Trilyn nursed his 5%.

Trilyn learned a lot that night; humans didn't have hubris. Hubris implies that it's overdone, undeserving confidence. No no, it was very deserving confidence.

Humans weren't humble yet full of hubris. They were humble yet confident.

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I loved writing this. I think I might respond to a few more prompts in the future with Jamie and Trilyn.

Humans are space orcs writing prompt.

No one can handle their drink like humans!

The biggest land animals on earth, elephants, can handle something being at a maximum of 7% alcohol by volume (abv)

Most species on earth can usually intake 1-3 abv.

With small species like rats only being able to intake alcohol in the milligrams range, at best 80mgs.

Meanwhile humans will sometimes knock back something that is 40 abv. We can drink a whole bottle of it and while we feel lousy the next day, we dont die from it.

If the majority is the precident, then a shot of vodka will be pretty much a death sentence for most alien species.

But there go the humans, just knocking it back and calling that a fun night.

[neigepomme]

🍎 quick headcanons about the lads guys pt. 2 WOOO!! media added for better experience :9

⋆ most of the couple tiktok videos you do with caleb are actually his idea. his whole fyp is filled with cute couple trends, and he sends them all to you. he really loved when you picked out his outfit for the h.s.k.t trend and has to fight himself to not wear that outfit daily now. his phone background is you two with the lipstick heart trend on your cheeks.

⋆ rafayel never shows up to your place empty-handed. when you tell him it's okay to not bring you a gift (whether it be flowers, some snacks or pastries, a cute handbag, etc) whenever he visits, he looks at you like you offended him before going "yeah, no. no way cutie." he actually started gifting you more stuff after you commented on it.

⋆ even though xavier's jealous nature is really cute and you don't mind it, he tries his best to keep it at bay. by that i just mean that instead of glaring daggers at a guy who's hitting on you, he starts resting his head on your shoulder from behind and dramatically sighing like a kicked puppy. it works AND you pet his hair, so it's a double win. xavier - 1, the guy who hit on you - 0.

⋆ sylus never tells you, but you quickly figure out that he loves it when you care for him and play with his hair when you two are cuddling. he's a big man and typically has you sleeping on his arm (and he loves it), but at one point, he fell asleep with his head on your stomach while you stroked his hair. when he woke up and you flashed him a warm smile, he almost saw god and thought to himself that he really ought to fall asleep like that more often.

⋆ zayne deliberately leaves his dress shirts at your place, in hopes of seeing you wear them. when he drops by to see you at one point and you answer the door only wearing his shirt, his knees actually buckle and he falls on the floor. you got really worried, and he got really embarrassed, but he gave you some excuse along the lines of "sorry, i think my blood sugar is low right now." you didn't miss how his ears turned bright red tho!

⋆ additional headcanon about zayne because he's my favorite, and i've been neglecting him recently: your phone background is his flushed face covered in lipstick marks, your handiwork. the actual video of you kissing him is the greatest thing in your camera roll — it's zayne growing more and more flushed and giggly as you smother his face in kisses. he could die happy!!

ok moving on to loser headcanons i need them to lose some aura rq

⋆ caleb never had a musical phase, he says. guess who knows the lyrics to meant to be yours from heathers tho! because that sure as hell isn't gideon! at one point, he got really drunk at the DAA and was belting it out. he also kissed gideon during that drunk episode but that's a story for another day (spreading my caleb bisexual agenda)

⋆ rafayel has edited wikipedia articles to be right in arguments and is not above pouting like a toddler and making you feel bad when you find out. at one point, he started forcing tears out of his eyes and going "no it's fine! you hate me, i get it, your boyfriend's feelings are less important than trivia night, it's fine!" like. he's a loser but a really pretty one so it cancels out kinda

⋆ xavier's the type of guy to go "huh??" at least 3 times when you explain something to him before he finally goes "ohh i get it". he in fact does not get it but he felt you getting worked up and he decided not to hit you with a fourth huh. his survival instincts are good and he'd rather look it up than have you be mad at him #loverboy

⋆ sylus has a really good grasp on his facial expressions, but he will hit a disgusted face when he hears something stupid. like yeah sure big bad unreadable boss and stuff but one time, he hears some guy on the street loudly say the worst take he's ever heard in his life and he can't help the side eye + disgusted face combo. he also stank faces when he listens to good music

⋆ zayne meows at cats. not elaborating on that it's pretty clear LOL but sometimes he'll think of the really cute cat he saw on the street that morning and quietly go "... meow..." greyson catches it and is so in shock, but no one will even believe him if he talks about what he heard ("yvonne you're not gonna believe this i just heard dr. zayne meow" “girl what the hell are you saying”)

[next-door-kiddo]

Thinking about.. Dad sick of you misbehaving all the time so he decides to teach you a lesson by inviting you to the gym where all his pervert, gym buddies were waiting, ready to make you regret ever being a bad lil kiddo Your big ol' dad who mercilessly grips your hair, forcing you to look up at him while another cock stretches your hole open. “Such a filthy fucktoy, aren't ya kiddo? getting ruined by my boys." "You love this don’t you? Shit- this probably doesn't even count as a punishment, just look at your face, nasty fucking kid."

Dad slaps your cheek with his Thick, heavy, leaking cock, smearing precum all over your face before forcing it back down your throat, the intoxicating smell of his manly bush invading your nostrils as he pushes it right down his kiddos throat.

One of Dad's friends grips your hips and spits directly on your already wrecked hole, rubbing it in with their fingers before slamming their cock back inside. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight- yo guys I honestly think this body was fuckin' made to be stuffed full of cock nd' cum." another big one of the big beefy dads who had mostly been in the back jerking off to the sight and noises was now standing beside you too, he began by wrapping a hand around your aching cock, jerking it lazily before landing a sharp smack to it that made you whine and you hips jolt up. “Damn, keeping this perfect lil kiddo from us was fuckin' criminal yknow that? fuckin' Selfish.” Dad slid his cock out of your mouth with one obscene slick, pop, noise. Slapping it on your lips a few times before leaving it laying across your face, he turned his heads to the crowd of big men surrounding your ass “If you fuckin' fags don’t start making this more of a punishment for the stupid boy, this’ll be the first and last time you ever stick your dicks in his tight hole again.”

After gasping for air, you let out another long whine at the challenging words knowing it would rile the other Dads up even more "M-M’sorry," you slurred, words barely making sense, trying to break past the pleasure-drunk fog in your head. "I won’t be bad again, ah-"

Your body had already been filled over and over-and every time some of their cum leaks out your hole, someone is there, shoving it back in with thick fingers or a still-throbbing cock. They’re relentless, obsessed, and they don’t care how much you whimper and sob. and Jesus. Fucking. Christ. did you whimper and sob, filthy fuckin pathetic, useless pleas for them to stop- slow down... anything. You just couldn't take any more of those big nasty pervy dads making you go dumb on their dicks. but they obviously didn't care, in fact usually their response would be a slap across the face followed by being spat on, another disgusting musky cock stuffed down your throat, an extra hard thrust right into your prostate, a big calloused palm torturing your extremely sensitive cockhead or fingers pinching down on your sensitive nipples. they were all melting your brain with their cocks and hands, turning you into a dumb, no thought, cocksucking slutty-kid.

Knowing the pervs, they were all probably imaging it was their own son who was getting this treatment, I mean shit you'd even heard some unfamiliar name being thrown around when you were getting filled by another round of hot white sticky ropes coating your insides. "If we can get Tom's lil college frat-boy-jock like this over the weekend I call first dibs on his virgin ass" Unfortunately for you the men had all heard what your dad said, that fuckin challenge, the Big pervs all gave each other a knowing, greedy, devilish look. “Pick him up,” one of them orders, "We’re getting two cocks in this kiddos hole at the same time.”

Just as quick as it was said, you were picked up and brought over to your dad who was spread out, laying down on a bench "Up we go kiddo, right on Dad's cock." cum was leaking from your hole onto your dad's cock as you were lowered onto it by two of the guys "fuckkkk lads.. See that? messy ol kiddo can't keep any of it in. You even trying kid? hmm?" you sunk down on his cock "that's it- atta boy"

Just as you were getting used to the overwhelming fullness his huge thick dad cock was giving you poor lil kiddy hole, he lifted his head and gave a slow, knowing smirk. With a tilt of his chin, he signaled to someone nearby.

A shadow loomed over you- bigger, broader. The guy who had been sitting off to the side this whole time, lazily stroking himself as he watched,

He stepped up behind you, his presence alone was enough to make your breath stop. You were feeling a some new feeling in your gut, equal parts fear and aching, desperate need. You swallowed hard, already lightheaded from everything you’d taken. but nothing was gonna compare to how you hole was about to violated.

Because you remembered.

You remembered just how fucking massive he was- how thick, how heavy, how stupidly big that cock was. The kind of size that made you tremble before he even touched you. The kind that made you stretch in ways that left you ruined for days. And the worst part?

He’d been watching the entire time- leaning back, arms crossed, letting the others use you first, letting you get nice and sloppy, nice and open. But now? Now, he was done waiting.

His fingers trailed down your spine, slow, teasing, making you shudder. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he pressed in closer, the heavy heat of his cock resting against your sore, slick entrance where your Dad's cock was being nursed.

“Hope you’re ready for this, boy,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “Because I’m not gonna be gentle.” Your eyes widened at your dad who was staring right back at you, his usual cocky 'dad smirk' plastered across his face. "Dad ple-" A large hand shot from behind you and covered your mouth. he spoke again, his voice so low he was almost growling “Awww, Scared, lil kid?” He gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke. “You should be.” Your fingers clawed at the Dad's chest, desperate for something to hold onto as the second stretch began.

His cock sunk into your hole. Slow, relentless. Your let out a loud moan that broke apart into little gasps, each one more whiny than the last. Everyone in the room just laughed.

“Look at that,” one of them chuckled “Taking your two big cocks so well, and to think he was a virgin just 2 hours ago" You couldn’t even think. Your mind had been reduced to nothing but raw, broken pleasure, each slow, out of sync, punishing thrust up into you was making you just get dumber and dumber by the second

THE filthiest sob wrenched from your throat again, high-pitched and stuttered, drool was slipping from your lips as your body twitched and trembled. The only thing spilling from your mouth were garbled, incoherent cries.

"Shit i think poor kids gone dumb from us"

The other two seeing and hearing this, got very excited.

"Look at that." One of them groaned from somewhere near your feet, fingers dragging rough patterns up your bare calves. "The kid really has gone fucking dumb from it." "don't worry son I'll give you a nice relaxing massage" A rough hand grasped your ankle, lifting it just as hot breath ghosted over your skin. Then- wet. A slow, deliberate swipe of tongue, slick and dragging across the arch of your foot, circling your toes before sucking one between their lips.

Your eyes went from dazed staring into the distance to rolling back into you head. Another filthy, broken, strangled moan leaving your throat, but it was barely out before set of hands were on your jaw. A firm grip tilted your head, guiding you into the damp heat of the other pervy dad's armpit. The man's scent hit you like a sledgehammer- thick, potent, pure fucking man. Overpowering. Humiliating.

“C’mon, boy, you love this shit, don’t you?” pressing his pit harder against your face, rubbing the sweat into your skin, mixing with the cum and spit already slicking you up. “C'mon son, Open up and make yourself useful- I need a good cleaning."

A rough palm cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your damp, sweat-matted hair. You whined, overstimulated, mindless. And of course you obeyed. Your tongue pushed out, dragging in slow, desperate licks, tasting the raw filth of him, your mouth working like a starving thing. You weren’t just licking- you were devouring him. "fuckk- you've got one nasty ass kid here"

Your Dad groaned, his cock twitching inside you, throbbing almost in time with the way your tongue lapped at his friend’s armpit. Watching you like this- hazy-eyed, shameless, licking up another man’s filth without a second thought- it made him hornier than he thought was possible.

That’s it, boy- get every inch. Fuck- his tongue is so good, I’m close already.”

And the whole time, the other pervy daddy was worshipping your feet, adjusting your ankle, lifting your foot right against his cock, grinding himself into your soft, pretty sole. The slick, hot length of him dragged against your arch, his precum making a mess on your skin as he fucked himself against you.

“Shit kid- your feet feel so fucking good- gonna lose it-”

You were all teetering on the edge, desperate, ruined, so fucking close.

“On the count of three, we give the kid a big fucking dousing, yeah?”

Your legs were weak, barely holding you up, but that didn’t matter. You weren’t meant to stand you were just meant to take. And fuck, you had taken everything they had to give.

Your leg was a complete mess- thick streaks of cum painted your skin, smeared from your ankle to your upper thigh, he had made sure of it, grinding against your soft sole until he was moaning, shuddering, spilling himself in hot, endless ropes across your leg. It dripped, sticky and warm, sliding down your calf in thick trails. Your foot was twitching against his cock, toes curling slightly, glistening with his release.

That was nothing compared to the state of your upper body though.

Your face was wrecked, your skin glistening under the dim light, completely slick with sweat and cum. The perv had held you there, forcing you deeper into his pit, smothering you in his scent, until he started Cumming, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he painted your face with his load. Thick, hot streaks dripped from your forehead to your cheeks, some catching in your lashes, leaving a filmy sheen over your glassy, fucked-out eyes. Your lips, spit-slick, glistened with the mess he’d left behind, a few strands of cum stretching between your chin and the tip of your tongue.

But the real destruction was between your legs.

Fucked open, stretched wide, your hole still twitching and gaping, dripping with a filthy mix of sweat, spit, and a lot of fucking cum. They had taken their time filling you, stuffing you full-

Now you were leaking in thick, obscene dribbles, a constant reminder of how a bunch of big pervy men just owned you.

Every time you shifted, you felt it- deep inside you, dripping down your inner thighs, a warm, sticky mess between your legs. Your hole clenched involuntarily, overstimulated and still desperate for anything to keep it occupied, it wasn't used to being this empty.

“Fuck, look at him,” one of them muttered, palming his softening cock, watching the way you trembled, the way their cum still leaked from inside you. “Pretty little kid, wrecked and dripping. Just how we like him.”

A rough hand traced over your slicked-up hole, fingers smearing the cum further, rubbing it into your skin like it belonged there.

What are we gonna do with the fucked out kid now?" "I have an idea" your dad grinned

They laid you out on the gym bench like an offering- limp, wrecked, your body trembling with the aftershocks of everything they’d done to you. Every inch of you was covered, streaks of cum dripped from your spent hole, pooling beneath you, Your legs were still spread, cock twitching, spent.

Your chest rose and fell in slow, uneven breaths, the air thick with sweat and musk. Your skin was glazed, a sick mix of spit, sweat, and cum drying in obscene patterns across your stomach and thighs. Your face was the worst of it- your lips were still parted like you were waiting for more. Even your tongue hung out slightly.

“Fuck, look at him,” one of them muttered, giving your cheek a lazy slap, watching your eyelids flutter, but no real response followed. You were too deep, too wrecked, too used to even register it.

"Think the janitor's gonna like his little gift?"

They chuckled like hyenas standing over prey, admiring their work one last time before pulling their clothes back on.

“that filthy ol' bastard, always getting caught jerkin to people in the changing rooms? Oh, he’s gonna fucking love it.”

A rough hand dragged down your chest, smearing more filth over your ruined skin. They adjusted your legs slightly, making sure your holes were still on full display- still gaping, still leaking, waiting for whoever found you next.

They didn’t bother to clean you up. Why would they? You were meant to be found like this- dumb, dripping and humiliated.

The door slammed shut behind them.

And you were left there, helpless, twitching, a filthy little half-conscious present for the pervert janitor who'd be arriving now any minute.

[venusinthesun]

I love dangerous women <3 (nsft)

Fem! Capitano, fem! Dottore, Columbina x reader

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This is part one of what will probably be three parts of doing little smutshots for the harbingers! I will not be doing Pierro or Pulcinella as they are bit…too old for my tastes to even write about personally X_X next part will probably be arlecchino, scaramouche and Sandrone, third part will be La signora, Pantalone, Childe :D

Does anybody read these? I hope they do because fair warning!! I have not played ANY of natlan nor do I know what’s going on soo capitano is based off what I’ve heard. Also dottore’s takes place after the reader replaces Krupp after Krupp gets murked (rip)

Capitano

Cw: praise kink, size difference, feminine reader, girlcock

“Thank you, dear , for trying to make me feel better.” Capitano’s hands grasp your hips gently, pulling you downward on her cock just enough so that your snuggly against her.

Your sprawled out on the bed, gripping the bedsheets tightly as you try your best to adjust to her size. You knew your captain was big—I mean just looking at her you could have guessed—but you didn’t realize how big. Not only she is towering over you, her body blocking out some of the light from the lamp above, but her cock felt like it was stretching you wide open.

“So good for me…” you hear her mutter out above you, her voice breathy. You couldn’t exactly see her face, but you like to imagine it’s just as red as yours right now.

“o..of course c-captain-“ A small thrust from Capitano causes you to interrupt yourself with your own gasp, throwing your head back against the pillow. You can feel her start to move slowly, clearly trying to be at least a little bit careful with you while you’re still getting used to her. It’s adorable, your little mewls and whimpers.

“Such a strong solider, you can take it right?”

Her hand removes itself from its position on your hips, moving upward to grasp your chin gently. She pulls your face to look towards her, forcing you to stare into the blackness of her mask.

“I said you’re going to be good for me right?”

“Y-yes Captain..!”

“Good girl.”

Dottore (omega segment)

Cw: rough sex, cunniligus, omega segment, degradation, dottore has a pussy, gn reader

“You’re far better than krupp ever was.”

Dottore has her hand buried in your hair, keeping you against her cunt as she looked down on you. If it wasn’t for the light dusting of blush on her cheeks, you would have thought dottore didn’t feel anything at all.

“I’m glad Beta chose you to take up Krupp’s failures, you’re not a stumbling fool.” Her words come out in a sneer, her grip tightening on your hair. A small whimper escapes your lips, but if Dottore heard it, she clearly didn’t care. All your noises are muffled by your mouth being pressed against her pussy anyway.

“And now whenever I have to visit, I get to enjoy myself a little, even if prime doesn’t enjoy my slacking.”

Her slick drips down your chin, however your tongue still laps up her essence dutifully despite the messiness of it. It’s always a treat when dottore stops by, making sure to spoil you just a bit while you’re not needed to run the arena. It makes dealing with Beta a bit less annoying when you know you’ll get rewarded later.

“You’re so eager to please, what a little slut.” Dottore suddenly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at her. You can’t see her eyes through the mask, but you’re sure they are staring into your soul. “But that’s why I like you better.”

Columbina

Cw: injured reader, biting kink, blood kink, groping, Columbina crazy but we love for her it <3 fem reader

Columbina doesn’t react when she hears another pained hiss escape your lips, continuing to kiss at your wounds.

To come back to the motherland after being away for so long due to injury was truly not something you ever wanted to happen, but as you lay before Columbina, it’s something you just going to have to accept. It’s not that Columbina minds—having her fascination home sooner to her is all she could truly care about.

“You should let me take care of you,” Columbina pulls away from the scar on your stomach, moving herself up from her position. “They say kisses make things better.” She’s straddling you now, her hands traveling up your sides until they reach your chest.

This time she quietly shushes you when you whimper at the coldness of her hands as they start to play with your breasts, kneading and exploring them. “Still as wonderful as ever, my love.” She hums, her fingers finding your nipple to tweak it slightly.

You watch as she leans down, her head resting itself in the crook of your neck while she listens to your pants. You can feel her smile into your neck, but the peace only lasts shortly before her teeth bite down.

She holds herself there for a few more moments, relishing in the taste of your blood before slightly pulling her head away.

“Now you have a gift from me too.” As she presses a kiss to her bleeding bite-mark.

Thank you for reading! If you thought it was shit that’s because I didn’t read back anything I wrote :) have fun gooning ALSO LOOK I DID SOME FANCY TEXT THING (I’m so cool)

[theliving-radio]

The Meaning of “Big Brother”

Part: 2

Warnings: none, more fluff, shenanigans happen again, Gender neutral, Big Brother Malleus calls you “Baby Sibling”

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Malleus continues to ask around the school on what it means to be a “Big Brother”. He would ask those who were the older sibling in their family for advice, and whatever they gave him, he wrote down in his notepad.

During his adventure, he ended up in Octavinelle to ask more students. Though, he suddenly paused when a thought crossed his mind.

Who was the oldest between the Leech twins?

“Oya~ you want to know who the eldest between me and Floyd?” Malleus was able to find Jade easily since he was working in the lounge.

“Correct. Lately I’ve been asking around the campus on the matter of the meaning behind ‘Big brother’. While being in Octavinelle, I thought about Floyd and you, curious on which one is the oldest.” Malleus was able to answer truthfully.

Jade wasn’t surprised by the fact that Malleus was in the Octavinelle dorm. He heard from a few students that the Fae was going around and asking certain people questions. When Azul caught word that Malleus Draconia was here, he ran out of his office and went to find him in hopes to create a contract with him.

Jade is more amused that a future king wished to come and ask him about family.

“I’ve heard from Floyd before in the past that he is neither the oldest of youngest between you two. So that makes me question if he’s telling the truth or is there more to it?” Jade hummed at Malleus questions, watching as the fae took out a notepad.

Well that’s interesting.

“Well, he is correct first of all.”

“Oh?”

Jade chuckles, “We are Mer-eels. Our mother laid about around 10,000 eggs. Of course most of the majority of those eggs were swept away by the ocean currents, or eaten by other predators. Floyd and I were the only to survive.”

“10,000? That is an incredible amount.”

“Indeed, as who is the eldest, well… we hatched at the same time.”

Jade… wasn’t fully telling the truth. Yes, Moray Eels can lay up to 10,000 eggs. But, he was speaking on behalf of his fish counterpart. Good Sevens! His poor mother birthing 10,000 eggs just sounds dreadful! Thankfully it was just him and Floyd. The part where they both hatched at the same time was not a lie however.

“If the birth was at the same time, along with the hatching… then there isn’t really a distinct eldest or youngest between the two.”

“Precisely.”

“Hm, that doesn’t really help me here… but I did find the fact interesting.”

Malleus closes his notepad and thanks Jade again for answering his question before walking out of Mostro Lounge. Jade waves as he watches the Fae walk away before turning back to his work behind the bar. A few minutes go by and Jade hears a huffing and puffing Azul, he looks up to see that the octopus looks like he’s about to kneel over.

“My my, have you been running around the dorm this whole time?”

“Jade! Haaaa… have you-,”

“Seen Draconia around? Why yes, I have. We talked for a bit and he asked me some interesting questions.”

Azul walks over to Jade behind the bar counter and grabs his shoulders. “And?! What did he need?! What did he want!?”

“He wanted to know who was the Older Brother between Floyd and I,” Jade answers without missing a beat and smiles down at his business partner.

Both stare at each other in dead silence. Azul lets go of Jade and slowly turns around to his head to his office. Once the Octo-mer made it back into his office, Jade started to mentally count up in his head before he heard loud cursing in the office.

“Ah, 13 seconds. A new record.”

“Malleus! If I had known you were visiting, I would have thrown a party!” Kalim happily greeted the tall Fae.

Malleus smiled at the idea of a party that he would be invited to, but he will save that for another time.

He’s on a mission right now.

Kalim happily walked with Malleus to the Scarabia lounge room, offering Malleus to sit down with him. He took a seat next to Kalim in the soft blankets and pillows laid across the lounge floor. “If you want, I can make us some tea and we can play a game of Mancala!”

Malleus chuckles at the over excited human. “Perhaps another time. I’m here to ask you some questions. Serious questions, actually.”

“Oh!” Kalim positions himself so his body was fully facing Malleus, he then slaps his cheeks with his hands and furrows his brows, trying to look more serious for the topic. “Serious… So what’s the questions?”

“I’ve heard you have a lot of younger siblings, and you are the eldest among all of them. I wanted to know how you make time to spend time with all of them.”

Kalim blinked for a second and broke out into a huge smile. “Oh, my siblings? Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve played with them since I’m here,” he lets out a chuckle and continues, “But when I do go home, I do my best to play with all of them! I make sure to try to play something that all of us can do together. Sometimes they don’t agree on what we should do, and small arguments do occur… but I do whatever I can to make sure they’re all happy in the end!”

Kalim continues to talk, recounting stories about his siblings, all while Malleus wrote down in his notepad.

“Hey Kalim, did you finish your homework? I didn’t see you in your room.” Jamil walks around the corner and chokes on his spit when his eyes land on Kalim and Malleus.

WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!?

“Ah, Viper! You made it just in time! Al-Asim was just telling me about his younger siblings. Please, join us.” Malleus tried his best to smile at the Vice Housewarden, unfortunately it only made Jamil more nervous.

“Yes, come join us Jamil! Oh that reminds me, how’s Najma?” Kalim asked all of a sudden, curious on how Jamil’s younger sister is doing.

That’s such an odd question to ask out of nowhere…

“Ah yes, I came to Al-Asim to ask about his younger siblings and how he cares for them as an Older Brother. And now that I’ve been reminded, you are Najma’s older brother… now tell me Viper, what is it that you do with your sister?”

What kind of question is that?! Is that why he’s here?!

Jamil had to sit down so he wouldn’t fall over due to feeling light headed.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I am an Older Brother now, and I wish to know how to be a good to my Baby Sibling.”

Ah so it ties back to the Prefect… Jamil was ok with that, it’s not like Malleus was demanding much, just some advice and information…

Was that a notepad?

“Najma is always checking up on Jamil! I’ve heard them talk over the phone before, asking about his mental health and if she needs to send over their mother’s special tea blend.” Kalim answered for Jamil, causing the boy to look at his Housewarden in betrayal. “Oh! One time Jamil made her really angry so Najma planted a small beetle on his desk.”

“That was not ‘small’!”

“During one summer, they went on Vacation to Sunset Savanna. From what Najma told me, Jamil was so hard to handle due to there being so many bugs in the area!”

Jamil jumped Kalim from across the lounge and both started to tussle. Kalim laughing thinking it was a game, while Jamil was trying to shut him up with the embarrassing stories.

Meanwhile Malleus was just writing down everything, a small smile on is face as he thought about his Baby Sibling. Maybe he can take you on vacation one day! Just family bonding time!

The Dragon Fae paused his writing as he taps his pen against the paper, already planning his next destination.

Rook Hunt was already waiting for Malleus just at the entrance of Pomefiore. He was holding a small notepad of his own, ready to present it to Roi de Dragon.

"Hunt... I assume you know why I am here?"

"Yes! I couldn't help but hear from around the school that you are looking for advice to better care for the Trickster! Comme c'est beau!" Rook couldn't help but praise Malleus. Just the display of him wishing to improve himself to be a better Older Brother! How beautiful, it's so touching!

"Unfortunately, I can not stay to tell you about the experience within my own family due to having to help Roi du Poison... so I have gone ahead and prepared my own notepad for you!"

Oh! That was kind of him!

"I thank you. I also assume that what you wrote down is how you spend time with your siblings, along with how you treat them?"

"Oui! I have two older siblings and three younger ones. I am considered an older brother to the three, after all, and I wish to share my knowledge with you, Roi De Dragon! After all, you are a Big Brother now, and as a Big Brother, it's our job to look after our Baby Siblings."

Malleus couldn't help but smile at the hunter's words. So even Rook Hunt understands the importance of being an Older Brother.

Excellent.

With that, Malleus said his goodbyes to Rook as he went off to ask more students for advice.

A red screen flashes right in front of Idia as he was in the middle of one of his games. At first it startled him, and then he began to panic. The red screen switches to a camera in the main hall of Ighihyde, showing Ortho guiding a tall figure through the dorm. But that wasn't just any tall figure...

That was Malleus Draconia!

Why is Ortho leading Malleus Draconia to his room?!

"Oh no no no no no no, I am not ready to die! I haven't even finished getting my daily pulls!" Idia full on panics as he types away on his monitor, trying to send a message to Ortho.

Idia waits for Ortho to respond to his message... and then sees he's been on read...

And Ortho still leads Malleus to his room!

"Big Brother! There's someone who wants to see you!"

Like sevens they do!

"I'm not here!"

Malleus and Ortho just stare at the door in silence, processing Idia's response.

"Shroud, I wish to only ask you some questions-"

"Nobody is here! Please leave a message after the beep...”

Malleus waits for a while, "... I did not hear a beep.”

Ortho sighs as he tries to unlock the door. "Brother is just nervous around company."

"I understand, but if he's not available, maybe I can ask you.” Malleus confessed as he watched the robotic boy turn to him.

Ortho points at himself, “Me?” Malleus chuckles at the young boy and nods.

“Yes, I have been asking around the school for advice from other students who are also older brothers. Though, seeing how Idia Shroud in unavailable, I should take a different approach.”

Ortho nods as he believes what Malleus is going to ask. The younger Shroud has heard talk around the school how Malleus Draconia has been asking about how to be an Older Brother. When he ran into Malleus in the Mirror chamber, he mentioned how he wanted to talk to Idia and Ortho thought it was a wonderful idea.

Idia is the best Big Brother after all!

“Do you wish to ask me on my own perspective on being the younger sibling? Is so, I will happily answer any questions!” Ortho responded enthusiastically, Malleus couldn’t help but chuckle from the young boy.

Malleus takes out his notepad and pen, ready to write down the new information he will receive. “You would be considered Idia Shroud’s Baby Brother, so I wish to know… how well are you being taken care of? Does Shroud take his role as a Big Brother seriously?”

Ortho hums and tilts his head to the side, going through his memories and wondering on which one to use as a good example. His eyes open back up and he lights up on the spot. “Big Brother does treat me well! In fact, he makes different models of me with different outfits!”

“Ah yes, I do recall you having your own version of ceremonial robes. He helped you make them?”

“Yes! Idia has made a lot of upgrades for me in the past, even right now he is doing research on a new model for me!” Ortho was getting more animated by the second as he spoke about his own older brother.

Malleus wrote down the younger Shroud’s answer, pleased with the result.

He can’t make you ‘upgrades’ like how Idia does for Ortho, but maybe he can make you something else?

Maybe a gargoyle for Ramshackle?

Malleus paused his writing as he just remembered something. He pulls out a pocket watch from inside his school uniform and sees how much time has passed.

“Ah, it’s already late… as much as I wish to ask more questions, my own Baby Sibling is waiting for me.” Malleus puts his watch, pen, and notepad away.

Ortho giggled, “I completely understand! Please say hi to them for me!”

Malleus nods as he begins to make his way out of the Ignihyde dorm. Ortho waved at Malleus as he watches him leave, still standing outside Idia’s room. After a few seconds go by the door to the room opens up, revealing Idia. Ortho was expecting him to be nervous, instead he was met with Idia’s face all scrunched up, like he ate a lemon.

“Did he just come over to ask about family? Malleus? Bruh, from anyone else, I can see that. Him? That’s like the Final Boss asking the hero advice on how to become a better villain, super cringe.”

“I think it was sweet for Malleus Draconia to come visit you! You’re the best Big Brother after all!” Idia couldn’t help but huff out a small chuckle, as he reaches his hand out and ruffles the top of Ortho’s head. The younger Shroud giggles at the action, enjoying the affection his Older Brother gives him.

You were currently waiting on the front steps of Ramshackle, waiting for a certain Dragon Fae to show up, and that certain Dragon Fae was going to get an earful from the rumors you were hearing all day.

Apparently Malleus was going around asking other students who had younger siblings about ‘What does it mean to be a Big Brother?’ You couldn’t help but groan in your hands.

That’s just super embarrassing!

Green lights begin to sparkle as you peak from your hands, seeing the green fireflies that appear every time Malleus came to visit. When removing your hands, you see him. Malleus standing before you looking proud as ever.

You were annoyed by the his actions, but seeing him now looking like he conquered the world made that annoyance evaporate.

“Took you long enough. I’ve heard you’ve had an eventful day today.”

“Ah…” Malleus looks away from you, scratching the side the side of his cheek. “So you’ve heard. I was hoping this to be a surprise.” You couldn’t help but snort.

“A surprise? Horton you’ve been asking every student around the school about the meaning behind ‘Big Brother’! Like seriously, you think I wouldn’t find out about it?” You give him a teasing smile as you watch him crouch down to sit beside you on the front porch steps.

Malleus began to pout, and you let out a laugh seeing the intimating fae pout. POUT! “I wasn’t aware that my questions would cause a stir around the school. I only wished to seek advice.”

“Did you get what you were looking for?”

Malleus turned to look at you, he examined you as you awaited his answer. He turns away and pulls out the notepad he’s had with him this whole time, turning back to you he smiles.

“Would you like to see what I’ve gathered?”

You couldn’t possibly say no.

The rest of the evening you read through his notes, pointing at certain facts and stories from other students. There were a few times where you had to put the notepad down due to having a laughing fit.

Just watching you be happy with his research made the dragon fae happy. As he saw the way you smiled and your laughter echoed around the evening sky, he made a promise;

He will do everything in his power to make sure his Baby Sibling always smile.

Maybe that’s what it means to be a Big Brother.

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I finally finished the second part! Oh good lord! Hope you all enjoy it!

@frootloopscos @d1g1t4ld1v1n3

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch. 4) | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: slight mention of violence, heated make out sesh

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/N: oouuu i'm trying to build this up so good ya'll. i am planning to have little glimpses of Roman's overprotective/toxic behavior towards anyone that wrongs Laila. But you know our lover girl not gonna see it lmao. delulu if you will.

On the drive to the club, Naomi talked to Jimmy with Jey butting in every few seconds, leaving Roman and Laila with their close proximity and inner thoughts.

She sat beside Roman with her body slightly angled away from him, trying to not be all up on him, but it seemed like no matter how much space she tried to put between them, he just took up so much room.

She kept catching whiffs of his cologne—it was a mix of marine accords and wood.

‘Oh my God, he smells so good.’ Laila thought to herself.

She could feel the warmth radiating from his arm that was mere centimeters away from hers. Every time the car hit a bump in the road, their arms rubbed up against one another’s, but she wasn’t complaining.

She heard the other three’s voices, but she wasn’t listening to their words. Her mind was filled with the burly man sitting right next to her.

“I’m just saying,” Jey’s voice spoke out. “You always say you ‘Big Jim’ but man, with Naomi you turn into ‘Baby Jim’!”

Naomi laughed at the nickname, covering her face with her hands.

“Aye shut up fool!” Jimmy shot back, pointing at his twin. “It ain’t my fault that you still single and don’t have nobo-”

“Nah nah! I got options, don’t get it twisted.”

“Okay, okay.” Jimmy put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Ya’ll argue too much.” Roman let out a low chuckle at the twins’ usual back-and-forth banter. “Jimmy can be a baby with his wife if he wants to.”

“Thank you! Somebody gets me!” Jimmy clapped his hands.

Jey huffed out and smacked his teeth. “Whatever, uce. Roman when was the last time you was all soft over somebody?” Jey knew what he was doing, judging by the death glare Roman gave him for a split second.

“That’s what I thought, uce.”

“They’re a little crazy…” Laila whispered, shifting her head towards Roman.

He scoffed. “Yea, try growing up with them. Everybody thought we were triplets.” He remembered that when they were younger, the twins would switch places and pull pranks on their family members, teachers, coaches, and even strangers.

“That’s hilarious.” Laila giggled, just imagining Jimmy and Jey being wild little boys.

In the midst of her thoughts, his resonant voice spoke again, gently to her. “How was school?”

Her lips upturned into a smile before she knew it. “It was good! A little boring, though. I actually had an exam today.”

Roman’s eyebrows raised, wanting to hear more. “Well, I know you aced it.”

Laila shrugged her shoulders, never getting her hopes up too much for tests in case she was disappointed. She was always that way, yet she can count on one hand how many times she’s ever failed a test.

“Hopefully…we’ll see,” she concluded.

She looked to her right, gazing out of the window as they passed all the buildings.

As Roman’s driver pulled up to the curb, the thumping of the LIV nightclub’s music could be felt in the chest of everyone.

Of course Jey was the first person to get out of the car before everyone else. When everyone got situated in standing on the sidewalk, Roman did a quick scope of the scene. He was used to doing this everywhere he went.

The bouncer caught sight of Roman and told the people who were next in line to wait, while he waved the group over.

“You guys are good to go on in to VIP.” This bouncer was actually one of Roman’s cousins that handled some people for him every now and then. He was skillfully trained in sharpshooting, and you can imagine why Roman kept him around.

“’Preciate it, Dwayne.”

“Anytime.”

The group crossed the threshold of the extravagant club, following Roman to one of the VIP sections that was adorned with long couches in separate sections.

Naomi pulled Laila close to her and she took a bunch of selfies as soon as they got settled on the couch. Laila would soon find out that Naomi loved to take pictures at every hangout the group did.

“Aye excuse me miss! Can we get some Tequila shots with lime and that salt around the rim?” Jey called out to the nearest waitress that was walking by with a tray. She turned to look at him and confirmed she’d be right back with the order.

As she sashayed away, Jey’s eyes followed her figure. “Damn…She bad as hell.”

“Jey, you don’t even know her.” Laila spoke up, feeling more comfortable.

He didn’t even turn to look at Laila as he replied back. “I’ll get to know her.”

She and Naomi shared a glance and giggled at Jey’s boldness, which only gets emphasized with the liquor.

Now that Laila was seated, not only did she get a chance to take in the scenery of the night life, but she noticed that Roman had left to go somewhere. Everyone was dressed to the nines, almost every girl in some height of heels. She saw everything ranging from girls dancing on each other to people full-on making out.

Roman’s presence returned to her side on the long couch as he sat down and manspread his legs, which Laila couldn’t help but notice every time he did so.

“Where’d you go? You missed Jey trying to shoot his shot with this girl.” Laila filled him in on the funny ordeal.

Roman turned his head to look at her. “Oh, I had to go talk to Dwayne about some…business.”

Laila’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Wait, he’s the bouncer right? I think you said his name before we walked in.”

He nods in confirmation and softly smiles. “Yep. He’s my cousin too.”

“Damn, are ya’ll related to everyone?”

That actually makes Roman let out a hearty chuckle, showcasing his pearly white teeth. “Pretty much, baby.”

The nickname doesn’t go unnoticed. She looks down at her lap and shyly smiles. Roman loved how he could make her all shy and flustered. It made him feel like only he mattered.

That’s exactly what he needed and yearned for.

To protect her.

From any and everything.

By any means necessary.

He shook away those thoughts that were beginning to creep into his mind if anyone tried to harm her.

The waitress that Jey was trying to holler at came back with a tray full of the requested shots and limes.

As she placed everything on the table, Jey was giving her the full treatment of a guy shooting his shot at a girl.

“That’s my uce man.” Jimmy said lowly to them, making Naomi just playfully roll her eyes.

Apparently whatever he said worked because soon, he was putting his number in her phone. After they exchanged a few longing glances, she returned back to work.

“Whew! Aye, let’s toast to that!” Everyone grabs a shot glass and a lime, doing the traditional method.

Laila almost couldn’t bear the bitterness of the Tequila, but Roman downed it like it was water. He put the shot glass back on the table as he took note of Laila’s inquiring gaze.

“Been doin’ it a long time. It’s an acquired taste for sure.” He answers her unspoken question.

She nods in understanding.

The DJ then changes the song to Whatever You Like by T.I. and Naomi stood up, grabbing Laila so they could go to the LED-lit dance floor.

As the two danced to the catchy lyrics, they held hands, spun each other, and danced on each other.

Roman’s eyes wouldn’t dare leave Laila’s figure. Even in jeans and a top, she was still the most beautiful woman in this club.

He was imagining his lips on hers, slowly taking over her with his love as she could do nothing but take it and moan in his ear, begging for more.

He’d buy her anything she could ever desire; clothes, shoes, purses, cars, a house, he didn’t care what it was. Though he could tell that she’s the type to not be materialistic.

“Noo, Roman that is way too expensive!”

“Baby, please I bought it for you. Don’t worry about the price.”

A smile was starting to creep onto his face but was swiftly wiped off as a different waitress set a drink down.

But it wasn’t the fact that she set a drink down. It was what she said as she did it.

“The gentleman over there sent this for the lady in the white top and jeans. Enjoy!” She said then walked away.

He followed the line of vision that the waitress was referring to until he laid his eyes on a pathetic piece of shit.

The man was looking, smiling at a dancing Laila, saying things to his friends around him.

Roman’s eyes narrowed and his jaw started twitching.

He could just picture it. His large hands around the man’s throat, watching him struggle and plead for help as the life slowly drains out of his perverted eyes.

He rubbed his beard, trying to calm himself down, but it wasn’t helping much.

Jimmy and Jey silently gave each other a look, knowing what Roman was thinking.

Roman couldn’t hear the sad excuse for a man, but he could damn sure read his crusty lips. “I would fuck her so good,” is what Roman made out.

The anger that was building up quickly inside of him was unreal. It was a different type of anger this time. He let his teeth scrape over his bottom lip as he contemplated beating the man to a pulp.

That would scare Laila, though and he didn’t want that.

He wanted her to run to him, not away from him. He pulled out his phone and sent Dwayne a text describing the man and the section that he was in, stating that he needed basic information on him.

Roman looked to his left to see Jey talking to his new girlfriend or whatever, but Jimmy was just sitting by himself.

This club was honestly never Roman’s favorite, but then again no club was his favorite. He’d much rather be in his home in sweatpants, surrounded by Laila.

“Jimmy, you ‘bout ready to go? Looks like Jey got a new girl.” He motioned to the girl who was damn near on Jey’s lap as they were talking and laughing about God knows what.

“Yea uce. At least the girls had fun?” He motioned to the two stumbling back over to their section, out of breath and huge smiles plastered on their faces.

Jimmy could tell. He stood up, gently grabbing Naomi’s face as he looked into her eyes. “You drunk, ain’t ya? And you was talking about me and Jey.” He took her hand in his and shook his head.

If Naomi was drunk, then that means so was Laila. It still surprised the boys how quickly those two became so close so fast. It was like they were childhood friends or high school best friends.

Roman stood up, towering over Laila as she followed his concerned eyes. “Yea, you’re drunk too huh?”

Laila coyly shook her head, smiling at his strict gaze. “No…”

Roman raised his eyebrows in disbelief and amusement. “Alright princess. Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed her hand as the now 6-membered group walk outside to Roman’s driver.

They all got in their seats in the stretched interior, continuing their own respective conversations.

One thing about Laila was that…off the liq’ she tended to let her desires rush past the gates that usually kept them in line.

She wanted to feel his lips on hers, longing for that intimacy with him. She’d only ever kissed one guy and it wasn’t even that good, so she knows with Roman it would be an indescribable experience.

It seemed as though time was moving faster because next thing you know, they were pulling to a stop in front of Jimmy and Naomi’s house.

“Thanks man, 'preciate you always!” Jey shook the driver’s hand before wrapping his arm around the girl he met—who none of them still knew her name.

“Come on Jessika, so you can show me uhhh—what you was talking about at the club.” Jey rambled, leading her to the front door and finally revealing the girl's name.

Next was Naomi and Jimmy’s turn to exit the Escalade. “Aight uce, maybe better luck next time?” He was referring to the rather boring and uneventful night.

“Ain’t no next time.” Roman responded, but smirked regardless.

Naomi and Laila then hugged each other goodbye, but before Naomi walked farther up the driveway, she held her hand up like a phone to her ear and mouthed, “Call me tomorrow.”

10 minutes later, the driver pulled to a stop in front of Roman’s luxurious condo. “This is your place?!” Laila gawked as she looked out of the car window.

Roman chuckled getting out and holding the door open for her to get out as well. While she was busy staring in awe at the building, Roman thanked his driver again before he drove off.

The sound of the car engine slowly fading away caught Laila’s attention. “Hey big head. How’d you know that I wanted to come to your house?” She sassily folds her arms over her chest.

“You know, you’re bold when you’re drunk?” Roman puts the key into the lock and twists it open, allowing Laila to enter first.

“Hmph. Maybe I am.” She replies back coolly. He leads her into the guest bathroom. “Stay right here, don’t move.”

Despite her confident nature at the moment, she does just as he says and he re enters with a T-shirt and sweatpants.

“You can change into these to be more comfortable. I’mma get you some water.” He walks down the hallway to his kitchen, getting her a nice cold glass of water.

He noticed her now in the living room, his clothes on her body. It was so attractive. He knows that she could smell him on the clothes.

Walking to the couch she was sat on, he handed her the glass of water and watched as she nearly gulped it all down, wiping her mouth after to catch any drops.

He knew he had to do something.

Do something to let her know that she was his and no one else’s.

That little stunt that idiot tried to pull tonight? Never fucking again. From here on out, everyone would know that she’s his.

They were now staring at each other, looking deeply into one another’s eyes, not saying a word. Both of their breathing was more pronounced, quicker, louder.

“Laila.” He breathed out, slowly leaning in closer to her awaiting lips.

As soon as his mouth came in contact with hers, he knew there would never be another woman out there for him.

He took the lead in the kiss, his lips overtaking hers as his hand came up to rest on the nape of her neck.

Softly kissing her was like heaven and then he added tongue to it.

Roman’s tongue sensually licked her lips, asking for permission to enter. She was a puddle of submission to him as he hooked his hand under her thigh to drag her to straddle his lap as they continued to make out.

Laila’s hands were in his hair, it threatening to fall from his bun, as she sat there and let the man sensually and sloppily kiss her.

There was strings of spit between their lips, their desire physically showing. But that wasn’t the only thing that was physically showing.

Laila moved a certain way and felt the bulge—the huge bulge—in Roman’s black pants. This snapped her out of her reverie and she pulled away.

Roman knows exactly why she pulled away, he noticed everything about her. He knew she hadn’t gone that far with a guy before.

He was the perfect gentleman, not even making a big deal out of it. He just simply kissed her forehead and her knuckles, saying that she could sleep in his bed and that he would take the couch.

As Laila laid in his king-sized bed, it should’ve been the best night of sleep that she got in her life, but the thoughts and flashbacks of the heated actions earlier were enough to keep her awake for an hour before she could actually succumb to sleep.

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You can be the boss 🎀

He tells me to shut up I got this…

Pairings- SoldierBoyxfem!reader

Warnings- oral m!receiving

Warnings- I’ve never written anything smutty before so please please please mind that

You and Ben were polar opposites, complete contradictions of each other, but you know what they say, opposites attract. Right?

You were buoyant, bubbly, not a jagged edge to you, you were a hidden pocket of bliss that anyone was pleased to discover. Ben however was pompous, an all-American patriot, his smooth edges were far and few. But you were the only one who seemed able to file the sharpness down and uncover that ever so slightly, softer middle.

As of right now you were swinging your smoothly shaved legs back and forth as you went on a tangent about some tv show you’d watched,

“Oh and then Ben- oh my god you wouldn’t believe it! He-“

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” His crass voice bounces off the walls along with a cloud of smoke from his joint.

Oh. Well that instantly got you to be quiet. His commands did tend to have you that way. At least for now anyway, it was hard for you to not keep rambling on about everything and nothing, it was who you were! So sure enough, not long later Ben could tell you were going to practically burst, you’d been making soft humming noises and fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. A skirt Ben thought, no knew, you wore just to tease him.

“C’mere”

His voice was gruff and left no room for negotiation. So out of the sheer devotion you held for him, you find yourself padding across the living area and standing in-front of him. Eyes wide and curious.

“On the floor,” he gestures for you to drop to your knees “I’ll give that fucking mouth of yours something to do. That sound good sweetheart?”

And of course you do what he asks of you, Ben fulfilled every single one of your desires simply by existing. A big strong man who cared (albeit in his own way)? You would sign yourself up a million times over.

A deep hum of approval vibrates in his throat at your willingness. He takes another drag from his blunt before speaking

“Go on, you know what to do”

You shift on your knees as you move to pull his sweats down, and a slight lift of his hips helps you shimmy them off of his thighs along with his black boxers.

No matter how many times you saw Ben in this state the sheer size of him never failed to make you a slight bit nervous. So gently you reach out your soft hand, manicured nails catching the light as you wrap your hand around him.

At first, you start slow just getting a feel for how he would react today, but you quickly realised he was in a rather impatient mood from his expression.

He tenses as you take him into your mouth, he lets out a breath along with a quiet

“Fucking Christ-“

Ben crushes his joint into the ash tray, snubbing out the glowing flame, his attention was fully on you now. He watches intently as you take him in, right until his tip hits the back of your throat, you push down the feeling of wanting to gag quickly. After a few moments you breathe through your nose before pulling back and beginning to work him.

It pleases him well enough at first, your slow movements as you bob your head on his length, well, that was until it didn’t. His large hand, one that was tainted with violence, moved to tangle itself in your hair, carefully forming a makeshift ponytail that he could grip onto. With this new leverage he forced your mouth to work quicker, harder. It results in groans leaving him, but your mouth felt like a goddam velvet wrapped heaven around him.

“Yeah thats it, shit- finally shut you up huh? Got this mouth doing what it’s supposed to be doing” bens voice was gruff as he spoke to you. You hum around him as you were unable to get any words out.

Minutes go by of him pulling you off of him, just to push you back down again so your throat would meet his thrusts. The roots of your hair ached as he yanked you around, Ben wasn’t gentle, no this was a time where he was using you for his pleasure doing what he wanted and how he wanted. And you just wanted to please him, you thrived in his praise. You could tell he was close, more frequent noises fell from his lips, the thrusts of his hips more urgent, yet the hand in your hair never faltered.

A gagging sound leaves you as he forced you down entirely onto him, nose pressed into his pelvis, the outline of his cock visible in your throat, a couple tears on your cheeks which only spurred him on further,

“You’re taking me so well, so good for me, shit-“

His hips thrust one last time as he finishes inside of your mouth, but he holds you onto him for moments more, practically choking you as your airflow lessens. He relished the rare minute of your quietness. But when he pulls you off of him and into his lap the breath you take is almost euphoric as air floods your lungs.

You were a mess, hair tousled from his actions, cheeks rosey, once pristine makeup smudged from your tears. He moves his forefinger and thumb to squeeze your cheeks, your jaw drops open. He studied his fresh release resting on your tongue.

“Swallow it” ben didn’t suggest this, he demanded it.

So, wide eyed and eager to please you do as he says until there was no remaining drops of him in your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl”

And if he wasn’t mistaken he swears he hears a quiet whimper leave your throat.

[writingdevil]

I know you wrote a fic for Burned Bridges already, so I’m just gonna request a potential platonic interaction between them. If that’s ok

(Of course! I'm completely fine with writing stuff for the same ship so don't be afraid to request for the same stuff, because I honestly don't mind. Anyway, enjoy!)

Smitten turned to the left in his bed, hoping that now would be the moment that his mind granted him peace.

It wasn't.

Smitten sighed, squeezing his eyes shut and tucking his blanket right up to under his chin, but it was no use. No amount of tossing and turning was going to make him go asleep.

He groaned, throwing the blanket off him and trying to ignore how cold the rest of his bed felt, and he sat up.

He looked out of his window, admiring the stars in the sky for a few moments, and then allowing a frown to fall on his face, one that he makes sure he doesn't let the others see.

He was lonely.

Smitten was so lonely.

He tried to make the best of this freedom, to put on a big smile and encourage others to pursue the things they loved, to follow their hearts-but Smitten couldn't even do that himself.

Where was his princess to adore? What was his purpose if not to give everything to one specific person?

Of course he loved his flock-of course he did-but they weren't as passionate or as yearning for romance as Smitten was, and Smitten didn't want them to try and pretend for him.

Before he knew it, he was throwing his legs over the side of his bed, because he couldn't possibly stay in his room for another lonely minute.

He felt a heavy sadness weighing down on him as he walked out of his bedroom, and he was almost disgusted with how much it was affecting him. Him, who was once nothing more than a tiny voice in a God's head. Him, who had been granted freedom and agency. Him, who had ten other amazing people to spend the rest of his new life with-and he was complaining about being lonely?

His feet guided him down the quiet hallway and into the living room, and Smitten thought that maybe reading or preening his feathers for long enough would make him sleepy again.

He walked into the living, immediately shivering at how cold the room was, and his feathers instinctively puffed up to try and preserve some body heat for him. He took a step into the room, wondering where the candles were, when Smitten suddenly felt a light but firm breeze hit his face from the right.

He turned to the right and-"Shit!"

There, just leaning against a wall and blending into the darkness, was Cold.

Smitten jumped back while clutching a hand to his chest, his body freezing in shock as Cold took a step forward, his brows arched in surprise.

"I didn't know you cursed," Cold mused quietly in the night, and Smitten gave him a half-hearted glare once the shock wore off. "I try my best not to," he replied stiffly, standing up straight as Cold's gaze seemed to drill into his skin, and he pushed away the mortification of slipping up and using such vulgar language.

"Why are you awake?" Smitten asked, walking around in search of a candle. He tried not to shiver as he felt Cold's gaze stick to him as he moved around the dark room.

He managed to find a candle to light, and that was when Cold hummed in thought, and when Smitten turned around, he was stunned to find Cold holding out a match for him to light.

Smitten stared at the match, then lifted his gaze to Cold, who just shrugged and said, "Couldn't sleep."

Smitten wasn't sure if he could believe that, but trying to understand someone like Cold was a fools errand, so he just accepted the match without another word.

When the living room was quickly illuminated in a dim light, it already made Smitten feel less alone and melancholic. He sat down on the couch, wrapping his wings around himself for comfort, watching as Cold didn't move a muscle.

"Is it often that you're awake at this hour?" Smitten asked, and Cold shrugged. "It depends on how the day went. It wasn't particularly eventful, so I don't don't feel the need to sleep right now."

Then Cold gave him a look that Smitten knew what was about to be asked, but he just lowered his head in shame in the hopes that Cold wouldn't bother.

But alas, that only made Cold more intrigued. "Why couldn't someone as fanciful as yourself fall asleep? Couldn't think of another romantic daydream to fall asleep to?"

Smitten didn't have enough energy to do anything more than glare in Cold's direction, not bothered enough to even call him a villain right now.

Himself and Cold had a very-unique-relationship. It was true that Smitten couldn't fathom the way the other lived, numbing the feelings he deemed unnecessary, acting as if that was one needed to survive, to live. But Smitten knew that their petty arguments were becoming wearisome to the rest of his flock, so he tried his best to just be civil around Cold.

They mostly stayed out of each other's way, but Smitten couldn't help the burning curiosity in his chest for the other. How could somebody possibly live with such a hole in their heart?

"No," Smitten said emptily, "I'm just-restless."

"Restless?" Cold echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "This is the first time I've heard of you being restless instead of-how did you put it? Bursting with fiery passion?" There was a tug of a smirk on Cold's lips, but Smitten couldn't find it within him to care that much right now.

So he just gave Cold a blank look and shrugged, offering no arguments there, and that was when Cold seemed the most shocked, his eyes widening in surprise at Smitten's lack of fight.

Neither of them spoke a word for the next few minutes, and Smitten found that the silence was quiet peaceful. Usually he preferred being a part of swift, energetic moments-but there was also a beauty in silence.

He didn't notice when Cold sat down beside him, but when he did, the bird's voice was much softer and less teasing. "Do you know what might be making you so restless?"

"Why do you care?" Smitten asked, and Cold shrugged, glancing around the room as he replied, "Well, I figured it must be something quite serious if it's knocked you down to this."

Then Smitten did something he never thought he'd do with Cold. He laughed.

His chuckle was weak and pathetic, all things considered-but it did make something loosen up within his chest, and seeing Cold's look of surprise also helped.

He leaned back against the couch, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. "I-um-" Smitten gulped, not entirely sure if admitting his issues with Cold was a good idea, "-I couldn't fall asleep because-because I was lonely."

He paused, waiting for the sting of Cold's monotone insult to land-but it never came.

Once he started, Smitten felt like he had to finish. "I just couldn't find it in me to sleep in my bed when I feel like I should be sharing it with someone-but I'm not, and it just feels wrong to me, that I don't have that anymore."

"What's that?"

"Love," Smitten blurted out without thinking. "That desire to give my entire heart to one person. I feel unfulfilled without that."

After a few seconds, Smitten's words begin to weigh him down, and he brought his knees up to tuck under his chin. "You must think me selfish," he mumbled, "that I've been given the chance of a lifetime to live my own life, and yet still I complain."

"I don't think it's wrong to have something bad to say about this," Cold said, making Smitten look up at him in intrigue.

"As pointless as complaining may be, you can't help how you feel towards a certain thing, no matter how great that thing may be. If anything, critising something makes you seem sharp, like the way your brother is."

Smitten smiled at the thought of Skeptic, but still asked, "Do you have any complaints about our freedom?"

"No," was Cold's immediate response, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away from Smitten. "I don't have to be burdened with you all anymore."

Smitten chuckled again, and his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. "For someone who claims to be numb," Smitten said, "you sure have an awful lot of feelings on certain matters."

This time, it was Cold who let a huff of laughter out, and Smitten smiled in victory.

He couldn't believe he was saying this-but he was actually enjoying this talk with Cold.

He yawned, and found himself resting his head on Cold's shoulder, who flinched, then relaxed.

"I'm sorry for ever calling you a villain," Smitten mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open, "You're not as heartless as I thought."

A pause, and then Cold asked, "What changed your mind?"

"The fact that you're here, talking to me."

Cold was silent for so long that Smitten almost dozed off to sleep, but then Cold spoke up, voice quiet and gentle in the dark.

"For what it's worth, I think it's incorrect to say that you're lonely for one true love, when you're surrounded by a whole flock of people that care for you. Just today, Broken helped you sew the blanket that you sleep in, Hunted preened your wings before bed, and Hero ate dinner with you today. All those acts count as love, so to discard them in favour of a perfect romance seems stupid-at least on behalf of them."

Smitten found himself smiling at the way Cold tried to sound so disinterested in Smitten's dilemma, but his words showed otherwise.

He was right, though. Smitten didn't feel lonely anymore, and he promised himself that he would notice the love that the others gave him from now on with complete sincerity.

He fell asleep next to Cold, and he had the first peaceful sleep in months.

[starkeynation]

Forever & Always

Chapter 1

Based on this request

Synopsis: Elena Vanderbilt left Outer Banks right after being broken up with Rafe 3 years ago. Now, she returns to her hometown- but she’s not the same girl who left. This time, she’s back with a husband by her side and a daughter in her arms.

Elena

He hungrily kiss the side of my neck, and leave a trail down to my throat. I tossed my head back and whimpers at the feeling of his hot breathing.

“God..Rafe.”

“Elena..”

“Elena”

“Elena, wake up!”

I opened my eyes immediately, my chest heaving, my body drenched in sweat.

"Good morning, baby. We’re here."

Blinking, I turned to my side and realized I was in a car with my husband. First day back in OBX, and I’m already dreaming of my ex… great, I thought.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, the sea breeze hit me. The warm air and the scent of sun-soaked driftwood were nothing compared to the polluted air back in New York. It had been three years, and I missed this place more than i realized.

A small tug on my pants pulled me out of my reverie.

"U-up," Leiah muttered, lifting her tiny arms toward me, asking to be carried.

"Oof, come here, big girl," I grunted as I picked up my daughter.

"You ready?" Daniel asked before unlocking the house’s door with the keys I had given him.

This was Daniel’s first time seeing the house where I grew up—well, sort of. We had only moved into this mansion when I was 13. My family and I were Pogues until one day, my dad got lucky in his job. My parents passed away a year before I left OBX, so no one had been in this house since the day I left.

As I stepped inside, I gently put Leiah down, my eyes scanning the dusty hallway. Honestly, I didn’t know if I was ready to live here again. There was always a part of me that felt like this house was haunted—not in a scary way, but in the way that living here alone after my parents died made me feel trapped with my thoughts. That was another reason why I had to leave.

But luckily, I had a family of my own now.

"Hey, I’m kinda hungry… are you hungry?" my husband asked.

"Yeah, starving," I nodded. "I can grab us some takeout real quick if you want."

"Yes, darling, that’ll be great. I’ll just start cleaning up a little bit," he replied before giving me a peck.

I smiled at his sweet gesture. "Leiah, do you want to come with Mummy to buy food?" I asked, holding out my hand.

She quickly nodded and rushed over to grab it.

I decided to walk to the country club’s restaurant since it was the closest to the house—and they had really good fish and chips.

At the country club, I sat at a table overlooking the golf course while waiting for our food. Leiah had brought a little fairy doll with her and had been wobbling around, playing with it.

Then, out of nowhere, she rushed behind me.

And that’s when I locked eyes with a familiar pair of blue eyes in front of me.

"Rafe."

Rafe

I was heading to my car when, out of nowhere, a tiny doll bumped against my leg. I glanced down, bending to pick it up, and spotted a little girl with pigtails standing a few feet away.

Must be hers, I thought.

"Here you go, little one," I said, offering the doll back with a small smile.

She didn’t say anything, just grabbed it and ran away. Must’ve gotten scared, I thought, entertained by her shyness.

But then I saw her run straight to a woman sitting nearby, clinging to her chair. That’s when I finally looked up—

And everything stopped.

"El."

It was like the world had suddenly gone silent, the air knocked from my lungs. Sitting less than five feet away was the love of my life—the woman I hadn’t seen in almost four years.

Before I could even process it, my legs moved on their own.

"Elena?"

She turned to me, eyes widening slightly. "Rafe, hi." She stood up, and for the second time in minutes, I forgot how to breathe. If only she knew how much I missed hearing her say my name.

"I—wha—how—how are you?" I stammered, still struggling to believe she was real and standing right in front of me. I never thought I’d see her again, not after she vanished from my life that day.

"Yeah, I’m good. What about you?" she replied with a soft smile, one that made my chest tighten.

"Nice… yeah, I’m doing fine too," I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts. I was about to ask how New York had been when a waitress approached our table.

"Here’s your food and your card, Mrs. Tomsky."

I froze.

Mrs. Tomsky?

Then, my eyes flickered to her left hand. A ring.

"You’re married?" The words came out before I could stop them.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah… I got married two years ago."

Okay, who pulled the trigger?

Two years ago. That meant she got married barely a year after she left. I swallowed the lump in my throat, but my eyes drifted to the little girl still hiding behind her.

"So, I’m guessing she’s your daughter?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

Elena glanced down with a soft smile. "Oh yeah, this is Leiah. Leiah, say hi to Rafe."

Leiah. A beautiful name.

I crouched slightly, waving. "Hi, Leiah."

She peeked out at me but quickly hid behind her mother again. Maybe she didn’t like strangers. I chuckled at her shyness.

"She’s really cute," I told Elena, looking back up at her.

"Thank you," she said, grabbing the takeout bags from the table. "I’d love to catch up more, but I need to bring these back home."

"Yeah, of course. I was about to head out too. Let me walk you outside," I offered.

As we stepped outside, I glanced at her. "So, you’re staying at your old house?"

"Yeah… what about you?"

"Still at Tannyhill,” I replied. "But I live alone now. My dad, Rose, and Wheezie decided to settled down in Bahamas."

"Ahh, I see… What about Sarah? How’s she doing?"

"She’s doing fine, I guess. We talk sometimes. She’s still living at John B’s chateau."

"That’s good to hear."

Before I could say anything else, Leiah suddenly took off toward the fountain near the entrance, leaving us alone for a brief moment. I let out a small laugh, watching her run.

"How old is she?” I asked.

"Two, going on three."

I nodded, letting the silence settle between us. Then, I looked at her again, my voice quieter this time.

"I can’t believe you’re married."

“Wha- i mean, it’s been three years. A lot has changed Rafe."

"It’s not that long." My eyebrows furrowed.

"It is."

I shook my head. "Not for me, El. Not for me."

Her jaw tightened. "Don’t ‘El’ me."

I swallowed hard, hesitating before speaking again. "You really got married a year after we broke up?" My voice was louder now, frustration seeping through.

"Yes! And so what, Rafe? Why are you mad?"

"We were together for six years, Elena! Not to mention how I almost got a heart attack after finding out that you left. No explanation, no goodbye—just a text from Sarah saying you were fine in New York? Do you know what that did to me?"

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Nope. Nope, I can’t do this. I’m sorry."

And just like that, she turned away, taking Leiah’s hand and walking off—leaving me standing there, watching the only person I ever loved slip away again.

A/N: @issabellec7 im sorry to keep you waiting pookie🙏🏻 I’ll try to find as much time as possible to write this series since I’m also hooked by it now😋

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🪶 dream ossuary rookanis enjoy 🪶

Lucanis wakes with a start, with the unpleasant lightning strike through the body after dreaming of falling.

Only he doesn't find himself back on the raised courtyard between the big statue and the Lighthouse.

Instead, he finds himself back in the frozen, cone-shaped cell, so deep underwater that even the suspiciously clean air feels suffocating. He's so cold even the skin between his asscheeks stands up in goosehives.

Probably because he's naked, save for the shredded fabric that he snatched from the hips of the poor soul in the cell next to his, only moments after she (Nastia, he reminds himself) had succumbed to her starvation and her hunger demon had burst out of her like filling from an overcooked pie.

Not his finest moment, there.

Lucanis rubs his forehead with a sigh.

Of course he's still here. This entire business with blighted gods and archdemons and remote brain-parasites did always seem a tad too absurd to be real.

NO! Spite shrieks. He's circling him like a vulture waiting for its food to die. Gods were real! We killed them. We tore into Ghilan'nain with our teeth! We chased Elgar'nan into Minrathous! Stuck Solas to the Veil for snatching our Rook! OUR ROOK IS REAL. SHE'S SLEEPING, RESTING. IN OUR ARMS. WHERE SHE BELONGS. OUTSIDE YOUR STUPID STUBBORN SPONGEHEAD.

As if she'd walked out of the latest romance serial, took one look at his miserable self and thought I have to have him.

NO REASONING WITH YOU HERE. RESOLVE TO BE MISERABLE. WHEN WE COULD BE FREE. FREE AND - You're surprised? There's a reason you were once Determination, before we joined.

Spite rams his elbow into the back of Lucanis' head, then dissolves into thin air.

Lucanis huffs warm air into his palms, rubs them together for friction and then wraps his hands around his toes.

There's a commotion, somewhere between the space behind his eyes and the back of his head, and he feels as though he's prodded at in another plane of existence.

SEE? Spite pushes at somebody until they kneel down in front of him. ROOK IS REAL. If she were real, she wouldn't be in here with us. She'd be far above the surface, as she should. I WOKE HER. I BROUGHT HER.

Lucanis dreads what his demon might have told her to pull her from her precious rest and into his mind. Again. Judging their trajectory lately, it likely wasn't Help us, he listens to you this time.

"Hi." There's hands on his cheeks now, and whoever it is that Spite conjured up does look exactly like the woman from his escapist dreams. Her eyes are puffy, rimmed in red - has she cried?

"What's wrong?"

Oh, so. Only real if for you to fix? That's what's happening? Shut it. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. THEN I SHUT IT.

"Spite brought me. He thinks you went back."

Lucanis can't bite back his dry chuckle. When he pointedly looks around, her hands slip from his cheeks, cradling his jaw now.

"Evidently, I did do exactly that."

"Has.. Did something happen today, before we went to sleep, that brought you here?"

"You don't need to do this. I don't need my own subconscious trying to fix me."

Fingers twirl the ends of his hair.

"I've been here before, remember? Spite brought me then, too. He - we - don't want you to feel as though you're stuck in here by yourself."

He doesn't need to tell her he did not willingly walk in here, that sometimes he still just finds himself back in his cell. She knows. She knows intimately, by virtue of caring to know him.

"I shouldn't keep returning here," he manages, eventually. "You broke me out. I'm done with this place. There's nothing left for me, here. Not even death."

When Rook stopped being a figment of his imagination, or when she'd shifted to rock the both of them left to right to left with her cheek by his hairline, he doesn't know.

"Maybe this place isn't done with you."

Letting this, however accurate and plain to see, suggestion sit with him makes him nauseous, like trying to eat after having been hungry all day.

"How do I stop coming back here, Rook?"

Her silence and her hands in his hair, strangely grounding him into the reality of this Fade-dream with the nails on his scalp, are answer enough.

Eventually, she sits back down, cross-legged, takes his hands.

He knows what that means; I have an idea.

Do it! Spite leans over her shoulder, pushing her deeper into her hunched posture with both hands on her back like he was trying to mount a horse from its backside. Rook has good ideas! Rook is smart! She will fix us. Splitting us is not in her repertoire. Breaking us out of here is!

"Well, for this specific instance, there's multiple options of what we can do," she starts. She's barefoot, too, the tops of her feet pushing into his soles. "If you'd rather be alone, I can leave - Spite won't like that, and neither do I, frankly. I don't want to leave you alone here."

She must be real, Lucanis thinks after all. How else would he know the way the space between her brows creases means But your feelings in this matter more than mine?

"But if that's what you need, you shall have it. We could leave this place together, too. Or, we could stay here together. Whichever you want. Whatever you need. If it's for me to give to you, you will have it. I promise."

He looks up from their feet, when her hand settles soft and warm and startingly familiar on his jaw, her thumb through his beard.

"I.. I can't get up."

Rook nods.

"Would you like me to stay?"

"I... If you'd rather leave-"

"I know. That's not what I asked."

Her eyes are wide and soft and endlessly loving.

"Stay. Please. Just a little longer."

"Of course."

It should be intimidating, the way she rises to stand before him, fingers working the cord that holds her dressing gown closed.

Were it anyone other than Rook, he would be, deep down. He'd never display it, of course, but he'd still feel it.

With her, though, he can freely display his - concern. Why is she undressing? In the prison of his brain?

"Rook, no. You're barefoot. We're encased in a cone of ice. You'll be so cold. Don't take off your dressing gown."

But he doesn't fight her, and the soft yellow silk-lined robe drapes warm and comforting over his shoulders.

"I am wearing more than a loincloth. I'll be all right."

Even here, somehow, in this nightmare prison that his mind keeps returning to, it's baffingly easy and natural to settle against her. She willingly offers her warmth to him, shifts with him like that's all she's made to do.

Eventually, he's curled up on his side, covered up to his eyes by the gown, her right hand rubbing his arm through the fabric and the other petting his hair.

As he closes his eyes, there's the start of a giggle in Rook's throat, hastily bitten back and covered with a breath.

"What?"

"Your ears are so small. And round. Small and round and cute."

"Is that.. good?"

"I think so. I tried to picture you with ears like mine and - no. Your ears are perfect like this."

"Thank you?"

Her body curves above him, and her lips press against his forehead. It must be a strain in her neck, how she's curling to meet him with his head in her lap.

But when he attempts to rise, to meet her halfways her hand slips from his arm to his chest and pushes him back down.

So he shifts until all his weight isn't squarely on the joint of his shoulder. Closing his eyes again under her gentle touch and soothing warmth is an easy thing. Even here.

Were he not so confused and tired and therefore sopping up her soul as though the Ossuary turned him into a wet biscuit, he might be a little scared of all that.

"How do you like your eggs?"

"I'm sorry?" He almost can't hear it, his left ear cushioned by her thigh on all sides, Spite trilling happily at her scratching over his scalp in the other.

"When we wake up, I'll make you breakfast, for a change. Something nice and simple."

"You don't have to. I know you don't enjoy cooking."

"I want to, Lucanis. Let me do something for you, just this once." He knows she'll say the exact same thing she resolves to cook for him the next time. And the time after that. And probably for the rest of all time, if she'll have him. "So: how do you like your eggs?"

"Sunny on bread."

Her thigh shifts under him, and her lips press against his right ear.

"Sunny on bread you shall have."

Instead of leaving, however, she settles down beside him, her thigh still cushioning his head, the crown of hers barely in his lap.

"After you wake up. After you have a long, long, well-deserved rest, and wake up in my arms at the Lighthouse. At home."

She says more, but he soon falls away into sleep, when she drapes her dressing gown over him like a blanket once more and reaches for his hand under the fabric.

-

He wakes again, before her, this time, though his face no longer lies squared in her lap.

There's no blanket covering him - it must be somewhere near the end of the bed - but Rook's body against his back is enough to to warm him through an entire Age of winter.

Her fingers are hooked into the seam of his pants, her breath warm on the back of his neck.

Sunlight filters through the massive fishtank, into the hidden corner where their bed sits.

A marvel, that. Their bed. For her and him.

See? Real. All of it. You're right. And thank the Maker for that.

A bare legs hooks over his hip.

Lucanis closes his eyes again.

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(And yes, I am working slowly on my own soulmate AU)

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Steve had two soulmates.

Which was unheard of, ok?

And even worse (or better, but definitely worse (or so he thought)) the marks were /big/.

Everyone is born with their soulmates first words to them tattooed somewhere on their body. Cynthia Harrington’s was a simple “Hello, m’lady” on her collarbone. Tommy Hagan’s was “Literally what the fuck is wrong with you?” on his left bicep.

Those were simple, sweet (mostly), and charming.

Steve? Well, on top of having two marks, they were also very fucking long.

Like.

One took up the entirety of his back and the other the entirety of his right forearm. Steve had gotten Tommy to take a picture of his back for him so he could see what the fuck it said.

And—

Oh /boy/.

“Steve Harrington. A pleasure, really. The king gracing us with his presence after abandoning his castle. I can’t think of anything better. See Harrington— it’s people like you that wreck the young kids. Society puts these expectations, these rules, over our heads and demand we meet and follow them. But you know what? Not everyone can and not everyone does. Because what’s the point of being a part of this group when I’m naturally better suited for another one? Where’s the fun in us all being the same? Because if we’re all the same then there’s nothing to learn about each other! And seriously— forced conformity is killing people, both literally and figuratively. And— stop doing that it’s freaky— and having everyone shoved into a cookie cutter, perfect, bedazzled American dream vision is just— stop it— just not it. And— dude I’m losing my thought process would you cut it out? And you’re over here fucking— manipulating my sheepies into joining that stupid sortsball game thing. Sinclair was one of my best players and Jesus H Christ HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT CUT IT OUT!”

Yeah, that’s what was tattooed /permanently/ on his back.

This soulmate better fucking be worth it.

And on his forearm? Well— that’s a little better.

“Oh! Ok so I’m working with Steve Harrington! Steve! Hi! Ok no this is fine. I’m slinging ice cream in a stupid-ass sailors uniform with Hawkins royalty because why wouldn’t I be? Jesus Christ I can’t believe this is my life. And its not like I have anything against you personally it’s just that you have a very certain reputation and I really don’t think I can handle that all summer while working man—“

So, Steve’s soulmates didn’t seem to have the best opinion of him. Which. Fine— whatever. But also; ouch.

And what’s up with that anyway? What’d he ever do to them?

17 year old Steve scoffs at 15 year old Steve. More like what didn’t he do?

Now, 18 year old Steve rolls his eyes at 17 year old Steve and tells him to get over it.

He thinks he’s figured out what the “sailors uniform” part meant, staring up that the mall. Steve sighed through his nose and made his way to fucking Scoops Ahoy.

Well, here goes nothing.

The first week went fine; he didn’t immediately meet who he was meant to work with, so he manned the ship on his own with his little group of preteens running in and out occasionally.

And then he met who he was working with.

It was three days before Dustin was due to leave for camp. The bell above the door jangled and Steve turned, ready to greet whichever kid was coming to abuse his perks this time when—

“Oh! Ok so I’m working with Steve Harrington! Steve! Hi! Ok no this is fine. I’m slinging ice cream in a stupid-ass sailors uniform with Hawkins royalty because why wouldn’t I be? Jesus Christ I can’t believe this is my life. And its not like I have anything against you personally it’s just that you have a very certain reputation and I really don’t think I can handle that all summer while working man—“

Steve stared, slack-jawed at the girl he vaguely remembered from school. Rory or something.

She got really fidgety really fast, playing with the cool-looking chain necklace and the couple of rings she wore. Steve continued to gape.

“Um— Hi, yeah, that’s me.” Was his final response.

Jesus Christ get a grip Harrington.

It was her turn to stare at him, her jaw dropped and rendered silenced.

“No. No, absolutely not dude— I, I can’t—“

Steve would’ve felt genuinely hurt— and he did, a little— if she hadn’t looked so genuinely panicked to find out he was her soulmate.

“Hey! Hey no it’s ok! You don’t have to say anything right now or like— ever. If you don’t wanna be like that we seriously don’t have to. Um—“

She still looked really shaken, staring at him wide-eyed like a bunny. She kinda looked like a bunny. In a good way.

Steve allowed her another moment of silence before gingerly moving forward and waving a hand in her face. She flinched back violently.

Steve grinned sheepishly. This was absolutely not going how he’d wanted it to. “How about you go to the back and grab a bottle of water, yeah? You can call me back if you wanna talk about it and if you wanna leave today and pretend it never happened than that’s fine, too.”

She nodded, stepping around Steve to go to the back room where they had their breaks. Steve sighed wetly through his nose and pinched his bridge.

It wasn’t what he wanted. He’d hoped it be a sweet meeting; had dreamt of his soulmate running into him and rambling out of shyness but then he’d say something sweet and smooth and he’d wipe their fears away.

He didn’t want the rambling to be out of fear. He never wanted that.

And yeah, sure it hurt that his soulmate most likely didn’t want him back. It hurt a lot. But Steve was willing to accept it if it made her feel even a little bit better.

He went about his normal duties, the Rory-he-thinks girl not coming out of the back or calling him back once. That was fine, she deserved time to think about it.

The brat brigade came in a little bit after Steve’s run-in with his soulmate. They must’ve noticed something was up because they weren’t nearly as rowdy as usual. They probably thought they were being slick with the looks they shot him but Steve saw every raised eyebrow and furrowed forehead and scrunched nose they sent his way. It made him feel better about being rejected. Especially the hug Dustin and Will gave him before leaving.

When Steve finally closed up shop, he sighed again. He felt the tears spring to his eyes and without thinking fought to hold them back. Because—

It was fucked up. Yeah, ok, she deserved her own voice on the matter and Steve knew and respected the shit out of that. But he was allowed to have his own feelings about it, too.

Feelings that were startled out of him by a tentative voice behind him.

“Uh, Harrington? Steve?”

Steve jumped in his skin, spinning to maybe-Rory standing a few feet behind him.

“Hey! Hi, sorry. What’s up?” Steve gave her the benefit of the doubt, letting her have an out if she decided to not talk about literally being his soulmate.

She looked contemplative, opening and closing her mouth and staring at him with those bunny eyes.

“I can’t be your soulmate. I— I can’t tell you why, but I can’t. This really is so fucked up I know and I’m so sorry but—“

Steve smiled. If that’s where this was gonna go then that was fine, he could roll with that.

“It’s seriously cool, man. I have no problems with simply pretending this never happened.”

She seemed put out with his confession, but nodded nonetheless.

“But—“ Steve quickly added. “—is it cool if we stay at least acquaintances? I think soulmates are a least a little significant and I don’t think I could live with the idea of letting one of mine go from my life completely.”

“‘One of yours’?”

Shit.

“Um.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, turning away. “I have two soulmates? I uh— have you on my forearm and my other one on my back.” He admitted.

R-something stared at him with a dropped jaw. In Steve’s totally correct opinion, having two soulmates was nothing jaw-dropping unless the jaw-drop was “what the fuck” and not “wow that’s so cool”.

But whatever.

“You have… two soulmates? Can I see my mark?”

Steve mentally shrugged and patted himself on the back. She didn’t seem so scared anymore, so that was a win.

He held out his right forearm, letting her look at it at first and then gently take it in her hands. Steve shivered at the touch.

“Wow. Um— kinda have to tell you something now,” she blurted out, her eyes still gazing at the soul mark.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Ok? Show me then.” He encouraged.

She lifted the her shirt a bit at her left side and Steve was quick to shove his hands to his eyes and turn around.

“Dude what the fuck!?” He spluttered.

“No no no it’s ok! Look!” She reassured.

Steve really didn’t want to look. Despite his high school reputation, he did not just have girls constantly ripping their clothes off.

But he slowly turned around anyway. The girl (he seriously needed to get her name) had lifted up just the side of her shirt, Steve could see just a sliver of her bra and he quickly diverted his gaze to her waist.

Where a bunch of words were scrawled.

Oh. That’s her soul mark of his, isn’t it?

Steve couldn’t really read it, his eyes being fucky after the plate to the head from Billy Hargrove. But he assumed they were his words from earlier; “Hi, Yeah, that’s me.”

Real pathetic, Harrington.

But whatever. She dropped her shirt after Steve let out a little “huh” sound. But she didn’t try to start up another conversation after. Instead, she lifted the leg of her shorts up to just below her hip.

There, Steve could see even more scrawl.

Ah.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” she said, a little smile on her face.

Steve felt his own grin forming. She had two soulmates.

“Ok— ok so we really don’t have to do anything then!” He claimed excitedly, his left hand doing a little flap thingy that jingled the bracelets El and Max made him.

She smiled a very toothy grin.

.

Then it was secret Russian codes and Russian torture because of stupid sailor uniforms and then a fucking flesh monster and— oh yeah— Billy Hargrove fucking dies.

(So does Hopper, but Steve can’t think about that without getting nauseous.)

And it’s also coming out on the floor of a filthy bathroom. Robin (he finally got her name) looking him in the eye and going off about fucking Tammy Tomphson who— for the record— sounds like a muppet.

And he doesn’t get a life-long partner like he’d always dreamed about, but Steve gets a life-long, Platonic with a capital P, soulmate.

And things are great, obviously.

The Byers moving isn’t.

And then Max is pulling away and Mike constantly looks either ready to cry or yell and Lucas is a lot quieter and Dustin doesn’t bounce like he used to—

Hellfire Club happens.

Eddie fucking Munson happens.

And then it’s rambles about new campaigns from Dustin, that bounce coming back slowly. It’s brighter smiles that maybe don’t match what they used to be but are still good nonetheless from Mike. It’s Lucas finally coming out of his shell and asking Steve for help with basketball tryouts.

Max doesn’t change much. But she’s not getting worse?

That’s a terrible train of thought, Steve.

Whatever.

And maybe Steve’s a little pissed. (Not jealous and definitely not pouty, Robin!)

He’s not pouty. He doesn’t get pouty.

He’s just mad because those are /his/ kids. Dustin is /his/ brother.

But Eddie fucking Munson likes nerd shit.

.

He’s picking them up from Hellfire on a Friday because of course he is.

Steve really tries to wait in the car but when it gets half-past seven he goes ‘fuck it’ and makes his way into the shitty building of Hawkins High.

He’s happy he has Robin right behind him, following him closely and snickering at his angry muttering.

Steve had told the shits he’d be there are 7:00 on the dot. They’d all agreed that they’d be out there by then and yet they were nowhere to be seen.

Far off in the back of his mind, Steve felt a little bad for interrupting their fun and having to pull them away. But Steve had other shit to do, too! Whether they think he actually has a life or not.

He hears Dustin’s voice first, because of course he does.

“Kid needs to learn volume control,” Steve mumbles, getting a gleeful punch in the arm from Robin.

He didn’t waste another moment before opening the doors to the drama room. (The only reason he knew where it was was because of Robin. But of course Steve would never admit that.) The bickering immediately ceases, Mike cutting himself off mid-snarky reply to stare wide-eyed and startled at Steve.

Then all Hell broke loose.

“Steve!”

“Dude what the fuck!?”

“You’re early, man!”

They kept throwing words at him, mainly accusing him of being early. Steve rolled his eyes and popped his hip, his hand settling there automatically. Somewhere beside him, Robin snorted into her hand.

“ALRIGHT HUSH!”

Lucas, Dustin and Mike immediately fell silent. Steve never liked using the words “shut up”, having been told to shut up his entire life. The kids made endless fun of his replacements but they make fun of everything they think they can get away with, so—

Steve eyed them and sighed harshly. “First of all; it’s passed 7:30.”

He watched Dustin go to say something and immediately close his mouth when Steve held a hand up.

“Second of all; I tried the walkie, and yes, each of your private lines or whatever.”

Mike was the one to talk this time, Steve letting him because there was honestly no shutting the kid up, like, ever.

“Our walkies are in our bags. Why didn’t you just come in earlier?”

Lucas and Dustin nodded.

“Because I didn’t fancy freezing my dick off.”

Dustin immediately gagged, Lucas snickering and Mike covering his ears and loudly going “LA LA LA LA”. Robin loudly cackled, holding onto Steve’s arm.

Then someone cleared their throat, and Steve was thrown into reality because, yeah; they’re not alone.

A guy with long, crazy-curly dark hair stands at the head of the table, nearly standing on the table; frozen with one foot actually on the damn thing like he was gonna climb it.

Typical of Munson, Steve thought with only a bit of bitterness.

Because that was Eddie Munson. Fucking Munson. The same Munson who aimed almost every lunchtime-rant at Steve. Who owes Steve like four lunches because he stepped in his when walking across cafeteria tables. The same fucking Munson who stole Steve’s kids.

“Steve Harrington. A pleasure, really. The king gracing us with his presence after abandoning his castle. I can’t think of anything better. See Harrington— it’s people like you that wreck the young kids. Society puts these expectations, these rules, over our heads and demand we meet and follow them. But you know what? Not everyone can and not everyone does.”

Steve’s mouth went dry, his jaw dropping slightly. He felt Robin stiffen next to him in her own shock. But Munson wasn’t done.

“Because what’s the point of being a part of this group when I’m naturally better suited for another one? Where’s the fun in us all being the same? Because if we’re all the same then there’s nothing to learn about each other! And seriously— forced conformity is killing people, both literally and figuratively. And— stop doing that it’s freaky—“

Steve had started talking along with him, losing the rhythm slightly in some places and knowing what Munson was gonna say before even he himself knew, but altogether knowing exactly how this tangent ended.

“—and having everyone shoved into a cookie cutter, perfect, bedazzled American dream vision is just— stop it— just not it. And— dude I’m losing my thought process would you cut it out?”

He was losing his thought process? Steve wasn’t having any thoughts to lose the process to right now. Simply focused on Eddie Munson and his big gestures and pretty eyes and pink lips— and reciting his own speech back to him, apparently.

“And you’re over here fucking— manipulating my sheepies into joining that stupid sortsball game thing. Sinclair was one of my best players and—“

“—Jesus H Christ HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT CUT IT OUT!” Steve finished off with Eddie.

They were both kind of panting, staring at each other unblinkingly and wide-eyed. Steve heard the kids calling his name and talking to each other around him. Barely registered the calling of Eddie’s name from the other people Steve failed to notice earlier.

Steve licked his lips, his mouth still dry. He watched Eddie’s eyes finally break contact to watch the movement. That was when Lucas broke the sudden hush that fell.

“Dude. What the fuck was that?”

Steve didn’t spare him a glance, didn’t bother chastising him for his language like he usually would. He didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab Eddie’s wrist, dragging him out into the hallway.

He vaguely heard Robin telling the kids to leave them alone, but Steve didn’t bother listening to sparing it a thought. He didn’t know where exactly this sudden pool or confidence came from, maybe the sudden change in the way Munson looked at him.

But Steve stopped at the end of the hallway and took them into one of the more secluded ones. Even if it was late after school and almost no one was around, he still led them into a janitors closet and closed the door.

Steve wasn’t able to say anything before Munson was firing questions at him.

“What the fuck was that? There’s actually no way this is happening— King Steve’s my soulmate? This is some sick fuvking joke and it’s really fucking messed up—“

“Don’t fucking call me that, yes I’m your soulmate, and no it’s not a joke.” Steve cut him off.

Eddie shut up real fast, his teeth hitting with an audible click. Steve let himself stand in silence for a moment.

This wasn’t what he imagined happening. Yes, Steve was prepared for his soulmate to be a guy just as much as they could be a girl. But he had no intentions of meeting him/her in Hawkins. Especially if they were a guy— which they, he is.

But more importantly, this just goes to show that Steve wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. At least not in the romantic form.

Eddie Munson wasn’t interested in Steve Harrington. Steve wasn’t even sure if Eddie was interested in guys at all. (Sure there’s rumors but fuck those and the people that started them.) Eddie hates Steve and Steve knows it. Sure this is the first time they’ve actually spoken (hence the soul marks) but they’ve seen each other in passing when Steve picks the kids up. Eddie’s always quick to glare and mock before leaving Steve in the dust.

His whole soul mark was him making fun of Steves existence (maybe not, but Steve deserved to be a little dramatic at the moment) and he’s not wrong! Steves entire existence up until the Upside Down had been a joke.

But he had seriously hoped— prayed to a God he didn’t really believe in— that his soulmate wouldn’t truly think so bad of him.

But— God. Eddie thought the least of him.

So Steve let himself stand in silence while he let himself think over what he wanted to say.

“Ok— look.” Steve started. “We don’t have to do this. If you want nothing to do with me, I’ll let you have that. If you want me to shut the fuck up and let you go back to your club thing and pretend this never happened then give me the word and I will. But I want you to hear me out.”

Munson was staring at him again. Steve hated that he couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. He was usually really good at reading people.

When Eddie made no moves to leave or speak— just crossing his arms and getting comfortable, the dramatic bastard— Steve continued.

“We’re soulmates. You’re my second soulmate.”

That made Munson’s eyes snap to his. But Steve held his hand up for silence and, for one in his life, it seems, Eddie kept quiet.

“My first soulmate is Robin, and we’re strictly platonic. If you wanna be like that, then we can call a truce and be acquaintances. Friends, even.” Highly doubtful, Steve thought. He wants nothing to do with Steve.

“But if you… if you wanna give it a go, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Steve said it like he wasn’t praying for Eddie to want him, too. Like he wasn’t ready to get on his knees and fucking beg for Eddie Munson to want him back. Steve Harrington was nothing if not pathetic.

He watched Munson swallow, his eyes trained on the bob of his adamsapple.

“Listen, Harrington…”

Steve’s mouth went dry.

“I just— I don’t…”

Well, this is it. It seems like all the moisture from Steve’s mouth went to his eyes. Get a hold of yourself, Harrington.

“That’s fine! That’s totally ok, man.” Steve was quick to reassure. Because just like with Robin, Eddie’s deserved to have his own opinion on the matter.

Eddie licked his lips but Steve didn’t follow the movement this time, his eyes trained on the floor.

He’s never tucking talked to Eddie before this. Barely gave him the time of day before his kids joined the club. He had no right to be so upset about it.

Next thing Steve knew he was driving the kids home, ignoring their concerned questions and glances and simply turning the music up.

When he dropped Dustin off (always the last), Steve drove himself and Robin to the Buckley’s place. Thank fuck it was a Friday.

Mr. and Mrs. Buckley didn’t question Steve’s presence. They smiled at him and he tried for a smile back.

He collapsed face first into Robin’s mattress, Robin dragging the desk chair over to sit in.

“What happened?”

Steve grumbled, knowing Robin couldn’t make out the words he was saying.

“C’mon, Dingus. Sit up or roll over.”

Steve did, rolling onto his back on his side of the bed (cause of course he has a side). They sat in relative silence for barely a moment before Steve breaks.

“I gave him the same talk I gave you.”

Robin glances at him. “The whole ‘we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want even if it literally makes me wanna die’ talk?”

Steve grumbles. “It doesn’t make me wanna die. Just disappointing is all. But he’s allowed to not want anything with me. There’s no obligations to this. He shouldn’t feel pressured to even be friends with me just because I have him quoted on my back.”

Robin snorts. “Yeah, your entire fucking back. There’s like— no room. It nearly circles around your waist.”

Steve manages a smile. “You’d think they’d choose a smaller font to write it in.”

Robin bumped her foot against his and laid down fully. Steve didn’t know how to continue the conversation. They had deep conversations like this, obviously. They’d been through hell and back and literal torture.

The silence stretched.

“Am I unlovable?”

Well damn, Harrington. Way to throw yourself into the deep end.

He felt more than he saw Robins head snap to him.

“No! You’re absolutely lovable! You’re so fucking lovable, Stevie. I love you so much, the kids love you so much.”

Somewhere in the back of Steve’s mind, he understood where she was coming from. They did love him. He knew that. And he loved them.

But he was more focused on it not being the same love.

Steve sighed, thoughts still clinging to his mind like the little bits of glue and paper he got stuck to his shirt in art in 8th grade. But he gave Robin a smile— albeit shaky.

Robin obviously didn’t believe the smile, but if there was anything soulmates were good for, it was reading each other. She let it drop and curled up around him.

.

Of course, the brat brigade wouldn’t drop it.

Steve picked them up for school Monday morning after avoiding them all weekend. Oddly enough, Mike was the first to express concern.

“So what the fuck was Friday?”

Steve spared him a glance in mirror, averting his eyes when he caught sight of the calculating look in Mikes eyes. Damn Wheelers, he thought fondly.

Robin, very unsubtly, put a hand on Steve’s thigh for support. Lucas and Dustin stayed quiet, but Steve could practically feel their squirming to ask about it.

“Friday was nothing. Seriously. Just a small misunderstanding that I need you guys to let drop.” Steve spoke firmly.

“It didn’t seem like nothing. You avoided us all weekend and the only reason we knew you were alive was because of Robin.” Dustin grumbled and sunk further into the middle seat. Steve held back a smile at the kid’s pout. A vague voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Robin told him Dustin got it from him. He told voice Robin to hush up.

“Ok, I’ll maybe explain it to you guys after school. If—and I mean IF— I want to. Things are still kinda fresh and I want to talk about it on my own terms.”

When did Steve start sounding so mature? He mentally patted himself on the back. Robin gave his thigh a squeeze.

He watched a look pass through the boys in his backseat; a look that kinda scared him. But Steve decided to trust them when they all nodded.

He gave them all their own hugs when they pulled up to the school (Robin getting the longest, just for her to whisper for him to take it easy). He drove to work feeling a little lighter on his feet.

The disappointment was still there; he wasn’t sure it’d ever truly go away. But Steve would deal with it. He had his people. And his people loved him just as much as he loved them.

And that would have to be enough.

.

Of course Dustin, Lucas and Mike didn’t let it drop. The moment Steve drove away Robin turned on them with a smirk and handed them a Polaroid, told them to stay out of trouble, and promptly walked off with that Vickie girl she’s always around.

The three of them gathered around to stare at the picture; it was labeled “1979 soul mark” in what was obviously Steve’s handwriting but messier. Steve had surprisingly neat handwriting; it was very loopy and sometimes bordered straight-cursive.

The picture was obviously of someone’s— supposedly Steve’s— back. They had to have Lucas read it because Dustin and Mike were shit with the fine print.

When Lucas was done, they all shared a glance.

“That’s like, verbatim what Eddie said to Steve on Friday.” Lucas pointed out.

“I think Eddie and Steve are soulmates,” Dustin whispered, wary of the people around them still in the parking lot.

“Nice going, Sherlock, I think you cracked the case.” Mike snickered. Dustin whacked him in the chest.

Lucas pocketed the Polaroid, all of them making their way into the school for first period.

.

Of course, the first thing Dustin does during lunch in drag Eddie by his jacket sleeve into the deserted halls ways.

Jeff, Brian and Gareth tried following but Lucas kept them back. Lucas was more likely to get them to listen because he more “responsible”.

(Which was bullshit. Mike and Dustin were plenty responsible, thanks very much.)

Obviously, Eddie put up a bit of a fight. But Dustin kept dragging him by the jacket and Mike kept pushing him from behind when he tried to stop so eventually he let himself be dragged.

They ended up by one of the empty bathrooms that was closed for cleaning. Dustin ignored the sign and pushed the door open for them all to enter.

They deposited Eddie by the sinks and stood in front of him. Mike crossed his arms and Dustin put his hands on his hips. (Two stances they picked up from Steve, not they or he noticed.)

Eddie stared them down, unimpressed. He, too, crossed his arms, leaning back on the sink and getting comfortable. He even crossed his legs at the ankles, the bastard.

“You two, for the sake of your characters, better have a damn good reason for dragging me away before one of my speeches.”

Mike bit his tongue between his teeth to stop from smiling. Because it was one of Eddie’s “speeches” that got them into this mess.

“You and Steve are soulmates.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. And Mike said it like one. Eddie barely flinched, for his part, but Dustin saw the unease flash in his eyes.

Good. He wanted him to be uneasy. Because he had to have said or did something to Steve.

“I’m your babysitters soulmate. Sure. Your point?”

Eddie did a really good job acting unfazed, he’d give him that, but Mike saw the tense line of his shoulders and the working of his jaw.

“What’d you say to him on Friday?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure the both of you were there for that revelation.”

Dustin scoffed. “Not that, asshole.”

“Language.”

“When Steve pulled you away. What’d you say? Or do? I don’t know but something happened because Steve’s been moping.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised but his eyes stayed narrowed, his usual doe eyes seeming more siren-like. “King Steve is moping because I’m his soulmate?”

“No.” Mike snapped. “Steve is moping because you clearly rejected him.”

Eddie studied them for a long moment before uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to the sink behind him.

“He gave me the option. I could leave and we could pretend none of it happened or I could, I dunno—“

“Give him a chance?” Dustin snarked. He was getting increasingly pissed. Eddie seriously just rejected Steve? Did he at least agree to stay friends?

“No not really,” Eddie answered when asked. “I really just want to pretend—“

“—that you’re not Steve’s soulmate?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yes. Jesus H Christ you two. What’s so wrong with that? I don’t have to like him just cause we’re fucking destined to be together or whatever.”

“Yeah but you didn’t give him a chance. You never give him a chance! You look at him like he personally killed your Bard in the most brutal way he could muster up.” Dustin pointed out.

“Would King Steve have given you an out?” Mike snarked, hitting a very good point. He mentally patted himself on the back for the guilty look Eddie finally gave him. “No. King Steve probably would’ve made fun of you or some shit. I don’t know. I’ve never met King Steve because he’s not that guy anymore.”

Eddie sighed.

“He gave you the option to be friends though, didn’t he? You reject him on that, too?” Dustin switched positions with Mike and crossed his arms.

“Did he tell you guys about this?” Eddie suddenly snapped, rubbing a hand down his face.

“No.” Dustin admitted.

“But he had the same talk with Robin when they first found out they were soulmates.” Mike finished off.

“Ok! Ok. Fucking Christ— so what do you want me to do?” Eddie glared.

Dustin and Mike shared a side glance that spoke volumes.

“How long have you had a crush on him?” Dustin smirked.

Eddie turned red so fast Dustin thought he might actually explode.

“What the fuck—“

Mike grinned. “We heard you talking about it with the other guys last month.”

Eddie eyes them with narrowed eyes. “You’re characters are fucking toast.”

“And so is your love life.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Which is why you’re going to make it up to Steve because he deserves nice things.” Dustin concluded.

“So I’m… what? Wooing your babysitter?”

“Exactly.” Was the unison reply.

.

Why the fuck is Eddie Munson on his front step?

Steve’s wearing his “chill clothes”, consisting of his old basketball shorts (that are just downright indecent) and a black crew neck (the only piece of fully black clothing he owns) and Eddie Munson is on his front step.

For some fucking reason.

Because it’s not a Saturday. Not at all! Not Steve’s only day off for the next two weeks.

Why?

Why??

He thought he’d be allowed to wallow and sulk in his rejection in peace. But no. Eddie Munson is on his fucking doorstep.

Steve hates that he’s actually very happy to see him.

“Um? Hey, man.” Steve mentally slaps himself on the forehead. Get your shit together, Harrington.

Eddie raises a single hand. “Hey.”

Well, he didn’t seem to be doing any better than Steve in social greetings.

“Youuuuuu wanna come in?” Steve offered.

Eddie’s lips quirked up slightly. “Yeah, dude, that’d be great.”

So he let Eddie in. Phase one: done.

Now onto Phase two.

…

What’s Phase two?

“Ok, so just listen to me real quick,” Eddie started.

So Phase two was listening to Eddie Munson. He could do that. Except—

“I’m not interested in buying anything and I’m not really keen on hearing another rant about how I apparently promote capitalism by existing. I’ve already got that on my back.”

Eddie winced slightly, licking his lips (Steve didn’t follow the movement, no he did not) and looking at Steve with his big doe eyes.

What The Fuck.

“Yeah, ok— totally deserved. But! But this isn’t either of those things.” Eddie reassured.

Steve raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and popping his hip out slightly. He really just did it out of habit, finding his body automatically moving into the position. His brow furrowed slightly when Eddie’s eyes followed the movement of his hip.

There was something in Eddie’s gaze that made Steve pause and think, maybe, Eddie wanted to give a relationship— whether platonic or romantic— a go. He immediately shut that thought up. He was dumb, not delusional.

Eddie took a deep breath.

“Okay, so. I may have been really harsh on Friday.” He started. A good, albeit confusing, start. “And I’ve thought about it, and, um, I think I want to try being friends.”

Steve stared at him, eyebrows furrowed. Because, What?

Eddie Munson— Eddie Fucking Munson— wanted to be /friends/?

That wasn’t right. It was actually so wrong, in so many different ways.

Steve was so interested.

“Say something? Please? You’re freakin’ me out, man.” Eddie worried, snapping Steve out of thoughts. Steve cleared him throat.

“Um. Okay.”

Jesus Christ Steve wanted to jump out of a window.

“Okay?” Eddie asked, reasonably confused. Steve ducked his head and played with the sleeves of his crew neck.

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s be friends.”

They stood in silence, Steve watching the floor and Eddie watching Steve. Until Eddie blurted out,

“You’re really bad at this.”

Steve squawked. “I’m not /bad/ at this, I just— haven’t had any decent friends my age for a couple of years.”

“Dude, that is really sad.”

Steve grumbled. “I let you into my home, let you be my friend, and you— what? Insult me?”

Eddie snickered, and Steve found he quite enjoyed the look of amusement on his face. He flushed in embarrassment and scrubbed his hands over his face. Curse everything in this God forsaken world.

“You wanna stay and hang out? It’s my day off and I am NOT leaving this house short of one of my kids dying.” Steve asked, turning and walking into his kitchen.

Eddie followed behind him, padding along and taking in the house. Steve felt suddenly unreasonably insecure about the lack of… everything. The house was boring white and plain— curtesy of his ever-absent parents.

Steve, looking for something to do, grabbed a bag of chips and water bottle and sat them in front of Eddie like he would one of the kids. Eddie stared at them, like he’d never seen basic food before.

“Dude. It’s a bag of chips. Stop looking at it like it murdered your dog.”

Eddie gave him an unimpressed stare but popped the bag open and ate them. Steve felt very accomplished. He liked feeding people.

Steve was quiet, which wasn’t unusual. Everyone who hung out with him regularly would tell you that he didn’t ever really chime in unless to bitch about something or he was directly spoken to.

Eddie being quiet, however, was unheard of. And was scaring him. Steve eyed him suspiciously. Eddie noticed and raised an eyebrow.

“Now who looks like their dog was murdered?”

Steve huffed and angrily drank his water, spilling some down his crew neck in the process. He grumbled and wiped it off with his bare hand, not actually caring. He’s been covered in a lot worse shit.

“You’re being quiet and its scaring me.” He said bluntly. Great job, Steve.

“You’re not being any louder.” Eddie shot back, drinking his own water a lot calmer while maintaining eye contact. Dramatic bastard. Steve wanted to hit him. Maybe kiss him, actually.

Whatever.

“I’m not usually loud.” Steve countered.

Eddie smirked, and before Steve could even think to be mildly disturbed—

“I can change that.”

A pause.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh my fucking GOD I did not just say that.”

Steve watched in stunned silence as pure mortification overtook Eddie.

Oh.

Well that was—

Um.

.

And the rest was history.

Steve and Eddie got into a pretty good rhythm after that. Eddie got along swimmingly with Robin, much to Steve’s absolute dismay. And of course the kids already loved him. Nancy was her usual self— in which she showed she neither liked nor disliked Eddie but would occasionally smirk like she knew something they didn’t know.

Eddie teased Steve, a lot. He made jokes and remarks and playfully tugged him around. Steve in return would bitch at him, scowl and reprimand him but not move away from his playful holds.

And, well.

Things were good. Great even.

Steve was starting to think that, maybe, he could be something more with Eddie. That maybe Eddie /wanted/ something more with him.

And then the Upside Down strikes. Again.

And Eddie is a wanted criminal.

Which— insane, by the way. Eddie is scared of flies. Makes Steve kill them all the time. So entirely unrealistic charge.

But then it’s not just Eddie. It’s Max being in danger, it’s climbing through a hole in the Muson’s trailer to the Upside Down. It taking down a freaky fleshy guy with fire and guns and it’s—

It’s Eddie almost dying.

It’s Dustin’s screams and pleads as Nancy and Robin hold him back and Steve doing his damndest to patch Eddie up right there in the Upside Down.

It’s Max and Eddie both in the hospital.

Eddie wakes up.

Max doesn’t. Not for a while.

Steve is there when Eddie wakes up. Alongside Wayne and Dustin. Only allowed in because the government worked their magic and got Eddie’s murder conviction dropped.

Steve is there, when Wayne steps out and Dustin goes to visit Max, holding Eddies limp hand and listening dazedly to the beep of the heart monitor.

He’s there when Eddie blinks awake, when his voice cracks and he deliriously asks Steve if he’s in Heaven.

Steve laughs. Then Steve cries. Like. Full on ugly sobbing.

Eddie makes a full recovery over months of healing, staying at Steve’s house because their trailer is a proper wreck and Steve has the space.

It’s months of healing for both of them, months of nightmares and comfort, months of helping each other out in ways the others couldn’t.

By the end of it, they have not only matching soul marks, but matching battle scars as well.

Steve thinks they’ll be okay.

~

HI HELLO OH MY FUCKING GOSH.

It’s been a MINUTE.

This has been in my drafts since… idek. Over a year now?

It’s fine.

Time isn’t real anyway.

Really LONG by the way, so sorry. Maybe the longest oneshot I’ve ever written?

Hope it lives to standards!

[whoisnthere]

a slightly more developed version of my shifter!soap thought

an: longest thing I’ve written, been polishing it for a while sooo if anything is weird you can tell me!

The drizzle had turned into a steady, miserable rain, and you hunched deeper into your warm rain coat, wishing you wouldn’t have forgetten an umbrella. Your apartment was just a few blocks away from here, a shelter of warmth in the grey depressing sloshing evening. As you rounded the corner of your apartment building, a small, whimpering sound cut through the rain's drumming. A sodden, shivering dog was huddled under a dripping bush, its big, brown eyes filled with an almost desperate plea. It was rather big, but fluffy, and utterly miserable. No collar, no tag, just a trembling ball of fur. Yuor heart melted instantly. "Oh, you poor thing," you murmured, kneeling down to the pup’s height. It immediately burrowed it’s head into your chest, its body trembling against your own. "Come on, let's get you home." You say making the decision to bring him with you. After all who would leave the pup out there in the icy rain. Once at your flat, you dried the pup with a warm fluffy towel, offering it fresh water and a cozy blanket for the night. The dog, now warm, well rested and dry, bounced around the apartment with energy, a stark contrast to its earlier misery. Over the next week, the mutt became your shadow. It followed you almost everywhere, its tail wagging mindlessly. It was playful, enthusiastic, and… well, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. Things suddenly started to go missing, only to reappear in odd places. A book that was on the coffee table one minute, would be on the bookshelf the next. A set of keys vanished, only to be found nestled in the pup’s bed. You chalked it up to the pup's boundless energy and your own forgetfulness. "Must have just moved it and forgotten," you would mutter atleast once a day now, shaking your head in defeat. But a nagging feeling lingered, a sense that something wasn't quite right… One day, when you returned home from work, ready to relax after a particularly stressful and tiring day. The flat was strangely quiet. No barking, no happy yipping from your arrival, no frantic tail thumping. Instead, you found a man sprawled on your couch, his long legs stretched out, a half-empty mug of coffee in his hand. He had a Mohawk that would look stupid on anyone else but he could pull it off, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a kilt. A kilt. "Uh, hello?" You stammered, your brain struggling to process the scene laid in front of you. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my flat?" The man looked up, a slow, charming smile spreading across his face. "Ah, ye must be having lots of questions aye?" His voice was deep, laced with a thick Scottish accent. "Name's Soap. And as for what I'm doin'… well, was waiting for you to come home lass" You stared at him, completely bewildered. "And… where's my dog?" You say like it was the most rational thing to ask when you find a stranger in your home. Soap chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Let's just say he's… returned to his original form. And he was gettin' rather tired of bein' a wee pup." You felt a wave of dizziness. "Original form? What do you mean?" Soap leaned forward, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, that's a problem for another day, isn't it aye?" He winked, and you knew, deep down, that this man was the miserable little pup you found outside a couple weeks ago, same look in his eyes as the pup…

[neigepomme]

✩°˖ 💫 tingling sensations / xavier x reader

synopsis: while laying down next to xavier one sunny afternoon, and scrolling on tiktok, you stumble upon some cute ASMR. with a smile on your face, you turn to your half asleep boyfriend; "baby.. have you ever felt tingles before?"

🍎 pomme's notes - something cute and cozy.. yay....

⋆ 800 words / fluff / reader is gender neutral (wearing a crop top tho!) / 2nd person

it was sometime around 6 pm, xavier was napping while laying his head on your chest as you softly stroked his hair and scrolled on your phone.

typical day off for the two of you, really. you'd slept in, only waking up when the sunlight was in your face (and even then, you had to coax your boyfriend awake through kisses), and you headed towards a cute café you had found for breakfast.

slow, cozy day. hand in his, warm spring breeze caressing your faces, bliss honestly.

and now that you got back home and grabbed a quick bite, you were lounging on the couch, basking in one another's warmth. xavier had dozed off a bit, lulled to sleep by your hand stroking his hair aimlessly. it was gonna keep on being an uneventful yet restful day, until you stumbled upon a video on your tiktok feed.

asmr on my boyfriend.

the premise was really cute. the girl on your screen was scratching away on the different textures that her boyfriend's clothes had, and he had a lazy and content smile on his face, clearly pleased with the soft attention given to him. it reminded you of the pretty blond guy softly snoring on top of you. wouldn't it be cute if you guys recreated it?

“xavier, baby, wake up. need you right now.”

he slowly raises his head, cracking one eye open as you show him your phone screen. judging from the beaming smile on your face, he could already tell what you wanted to do, and he'd be a fool to not indulge your whims, especially when they benefitted him this well. he gives you a curious hum when you shift slightly under him, and you pop the question.

“have you ever felt tingles before?”

oh, so that's what it was. xavier laughs softly, nuzzling his head back on your chest and giving you a small noise in response.

“mmh, i don't think i have, starlight. you wanna use me as a test subject? i consent.”

with a giggle, you ruffle his hair and grab a pillow to rest your neck on — it was game time. you were absolutely gonna give him tingles, and you were gonna have the time of your life doing it, too. 

“before you relax again, can you take your shirt off, xavi? that way, i can scratch your back. please?”

oooh, this is going to be good, he thought. he loved when you drew abstract lines on his back through his shirt, but skin to skin? this was going to be heaven. and so he obliged, pulling away from your embrace and taking off his shirt — now feeling your body's warmth directly on his through your crop top, he was already seeing the pearly gates.

when he laid back down, you started off with softly caressing his cheek, slowly moving down to his nape. xavier had shaved today, and though the hairs were barely noticeable, the slightly prickly sensation under your finger was a delight already. he melted under your touch, reminding you of a small cat (although he made for a pretty big cat, with the way you felt his comforting weight on yours. you personal weighed blanket if you will).

“let me know if i'm being too rough, okay?”

“mmh. you're perfect, angel.”

gosh, was your boyfriend cute right now. he was always cute, but seeing him so malleable, humming into your torso whenever you scratched him just right, was especially adorable. the hair at the nape of his neck seemed to be an especially good spot, his grip on you tightening a bit more whenever you played with his hair there.

but no full-blown goosebumps from feeling tingles yet — so your mission continued. xavier was having the time of his life, his angel laying beneath him, carefully scratching his back and whispering "is this okay?" every once in a while. he could get used to this asmr thing, honestly.

when you reached this spot between his shoulder blades, he groaned in satisfaction, and that was your cue. using your nails now, you focused on that spot and the top of his right shoulder, and you could see the goosebumps forming.

“feels so nice, starlight.. don't stop...”

your smile widened. he was fully melted on top of you, damn near purring while you continued your ministrations with a soft hum. you could see speckles of light float around the two of you, indicative of how happy xavier was feeling right now, and your heart soared.

eventually, his breathing evened out, and you could tell he was actually falling asleep. your charming prince, comfortable enough to fall asleep on top of you half-naked while you gently drew shapes on his skin. this was the life, honestly.

feeling yourself also getting lulled to sleep by the comforting weight on top of you, you wrap your arms around xavier, and drift off to sleep.

operation asmr on my boyfriend was super successful.

🍎 pomme's final notes — can i be honest i'm also falling asleep right now.. this was inspired by the channel morningASMR on youtube!! do check them out hehe

[dailylcy]

I’LL TRADE YOU — riize headcanons

ఌ︎. where you end up with a lollipop flavor you don’t like, and bf!riize notice and offer to switch with you. ఌ︎. genre. fluff

to my main masterlist

Shotaro

— Notices immediately because he’s super observant. “You don’t like that one, do you?” he asks with a soft smile.

— Without waiting for your answer, he hands you his own lollipop. “Here, take mine. I like all flavors anyway.”

— Doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but if you hesitate, he tilts his head and insists, “Seriously, it’s fine! I can just grab another one.”

— If you thank him, he just says, “Anything for you!” like it’s the most normal thing ever.

Eunseok

— He notices you looking at the lollipop with disappointment and raises an eyebrow. “Not a fan of that one?”

— Casually swaps lollipops with you before you can even answer.

— Acts super nonchalant about it, but secretly finds it cute that you have such strong opinions on candy flavors.

— If you thank him, he just shrugs and grins. “Just remember this when I need a favor.”

Sungchan

— He doesn’t notice at first, but when he sees you staring at your lollipop with a disappointed look, he laughs. “Wait, do you hate that flavor?”

— Immediately offers his. “I was gonna eat this, but I’d rather see you happy. You can have it.”

— Makes a big show of how generous he’s being — “See? I’m such a good boyfriend. You owe me now.”

Wonbin

— Notices you frowning at your lollipop and silently holds his out to you, waiting for you to take it.

— If you don’t take it, he quietly says, “You don’t have to force yourself to eat that one.”

— Won’t admit it, but he was already thinking about switching because he wanted to see you happy.

— If you tease him about being sweet, he looks away and mutters, “It’s just a lollipop…” but his ears are red.

Seunghan

— He notices you looking at your lollipop with slight disappointment and nudges your arm. “Not the flavor you wanted?”

— At first, he just hums in thought, then suddenly stands up. “Wait here for a sec.

— You’re confused until he comes back a few minutes later, holding a brand-new lollipop in your favorite flavor. “Here. Thought you’d like this one better.”

— Acts casual, but the way he watches your reaction shows he really wanted to make you happy.

Sohee

— Notices you staring at your lollipop in disappointment and nudges your arm. “You don’t like this one?”

He’s already unwrapping his own, but without hesitation, he hands it to you. “Here. Take mine.”

— If you hesitate, he says. “Hurry before I change my mind.”

Anton

— Notices your reaction but waits to see if you’ll say anything. When you don’t, he just quietly swaps lollipops with you.

— If you protest, he shakes his head and says, “I don’t mind. You like this one better, right?

— He seems unaffected, but the moment you happily eat the lollipop he gave you, he gets this small, shy smile.

— If you try to give yours later, he just shakes his head. “I gave it to you because I wanted to.”

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