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daisygirlwrites · 2 years ago

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Sapphires (König x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got König the drink you promised him.

Warnings: Consumption of Alcohol

Pairings: König x fem!Reader, slight GhostSoap if you really squint

Word Count: 3,029

Note: No use of (Y/N), hella fluff towards the end

a/n: hello hello! sorry that it took forever for this part but here it is. again, this can be read standalone though it is considered the second fic in my könig x crash works. also, this is long, like the longest of any fics that i posted on here. i wanted to try something a little different this time around, so please, if you have any feedback, they would be appreciated. also, im currently on spring break, so please send in requests if you have any!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @imalovernotahater , @cutiecusp , @allen-444 , @konig-breedme , @untoldshortsofthefandoms

From your spot at the table, you watched bartenders and servers zip around, getting everyone’s orders and drinks. There were multiple conversations going on at the same time, none of which you paid attention to. Instead, you let your eyes wander over to a certain Austrian man. It wasn’t hard to take notice of him, as being the tallest person in the bar, but just like before in the meeting room, he leaned against the wall, as if he was trying to merge himself with it.

His civilian outfit was similar to Ghost. A black hood and dark jeans. He wears a mask too but just a plain black facemask and covering his hair was a black beanie. And like your partner, he barely lifts up his mask to take a sip of his drink, the beer bottle covering his lower half of his face. If only you had the confidence you had this morning, you would have been right there next to him, catching a glimpse of his features, even if it was just for a second.

Initially, you wanted to chat with him and apologize for being unprofessional before the mission but Soap pulled you into the SUV before you got the chance. Once you got to the bar, like high school, everyone went into their separate groups. Horangi stayed by König and you couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of jealousy. And with your upbringing, you didn’t dare walk up to them and interrupt their conversation.

Instead, you take a look back to the drink in your hand, it was the same one you’d always get whenever you drank. A simple vodka soda, a reminder of your friends from home and your time in college. How different it would have been if you stayed. To have a normal nine to five life, meeting up with friends on the weekend, worrying about bills. To have the freedom to love. But that’s hard in the life you’re living now. Always a risk of getting injured, a bigger chance of death, you wouldn’t want to put that pressure on someone. And you wouldn’t want that pressure either. The stress comes with waiting, the fear of them being dead and the pain to deal with afterwards.

“Don’t shit where you eat.”

That’s what your old captain told you. Getting involved with a team member usually doesn’t end well. You’ve seen it happen throughout basic and special forces training. If one is gone, either by breaking up or dying, it almost always ruins the team dynamic. Hell, there are rules because of that, to not lose focus of the purpose for missions. It was very rare to hear two soldiers ending up and staying together before retiring but you always heard about the failed attempts.

Even so, with all the warnings and seeing it happen first hand, you understand why. Having to go through a life and death experience with another person is something a normal everyday person rarely goes through. But with the job you have, it’s a daily occurrence. Though, you never developed feelings for your fellow team members. And yet, a six foot nine Austrian mercenary that you just met the same day made you feel something. Just sexual attraction, that’s all, you tell yourself. But, you don’t want a one night stand. You want to know what his favorite drink is, what books he’s into, what kind of humor he likes so you can tell him jokes just to hear him laugh. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll be enough for you. To be close to feel his warmth, not get burned by it. Because burns leave scars and they stay with you for the rest of your life.

“Real quiet tonight, Crash.” Hearing the familiar Manchester accent, you turn your head to catch Ghost lifting up his mask to take a sip of his drink. You got a brief glance of his bare chin. Small light scars are scattered across his skin and there is a bigger one that goes from the top of his lips and stops just before his chin.

Ghost rarely tells you anything personal, but from time to time, Simon does. Usually by accident too. Like finding out this favorite dish had a silly name or the reasons why he hates snakes is because of his father. On the other hand, you were just happy that people were talking to you, so if someone asked, your answer was immediate. Though in this line of work, you try to not make it a habit.

Not only do you wear a mask for anonymity but you have been told that you wear your heart on your sleeves and that it’s easy to tell when you’re lying. It was something about your eyes that held your emotions, so when that was covered up too, people could tell by your body language. You didn’t like the fact that you were an easy person to read, no matter how much you hid yourself. And with a partner who stares at people like a hawk, there’s not a lot to hide from him.

“There’s a lot on my mind right now, LT.”

“A lot? Or just one thing?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He says it in a way that reminds you of your sister. The slight teasing tone whenever she’d ask if there was anyone that caught your eye at school. Then it becomes soft as she tells you to be yourself and that things will turn out fine. But you know Ghost well enough that he won’t give you any brotherly advice, especially if it’s about a relationship.

You don’t give him an answer, instead you just glared at him. He has his civies mask on, a black balaclava with the bottom half of a skull painted onto it. But without the hard plastic cover, his eyes were as easy to read as yours. They narrow, challenging your stare before he gives you a hard poke to your forehead.

“The hell was that for?”

“Being moody and silent doesn't suit you, that’s my job. Just walk up to him and offer him a drink. Promised him this morning’, yeah?”

Ghost watches you drop your mouth, shaking your head as you try to deny, “What-No, I never said that!”

“You’re a shit liar, Soap listened to your conversation before we got into the plane,” he informs you. Honestly, you shouldn’t be surprised. Yet you still are. Ghost knew of your attraction to König but Soap saying it out loud makes it real.

“Shouldn’t you discourage team members from fraternizing with each other?” You question.

He looks up, deep in thought. Ghost stays like that for a couple more seconds, before answering you, “Yes, it is one of my responsibilities. But you’re an adult, I have no say in your personal life unless it affects our job.” Lifting up his mask again, he finishes his drink. You just stare at him, not believing the words he said. Ghost, the one that’s strict on the team and stricter on you, basically giving you the go-ahead to pursue. He slides over his empty glass to one of the servers coming by, nodding at them for refill, before turning his head to you. “If you want to be technical about it, they’re not really a part of the team. We just work with them.”

Getting up from the chair, he ruffles your head, strands of your hair falling to your face. He leans against the table, taking a glance at you as you push your hair back before speaking again. “Plus, I’d be a hypocrite if I tell you to not go after him.” Another thing you didn’t expect to hear Ghost say but before you got a word in, the server comes back and hands him another glass of bourbon. He gives you a small wave as you watch him leave the table, making his way towards the opposite side of the bar and sliding into an empty seat, right next to Soap.

You took another look at your drink before downing it. The liquid burns from the back of your throat to your stomach, the soda that was mixed into it leaves a slightly sweet taste to offset the drink. You bring your glass to the bar, paying for it before heading over to where König was standing.

Unknowns to you, König kept an eye on you throughout the night. As he listens to Horangi’s plans for their next leave, his sight wanders over to you. You were the only one sitting at the table, watching people pass by as you take occasional sips of your drink. Even if he only knows you for a day, seeing how you interact with the team, a girl like you shouldn’t be alone.

Horangi stops mid sentence, taking notice that his teammate wasn’t looking at him. He looks over to the same direction, finding you sitting at the table by yourself. “You should go up to her,” he tells the giant. He watched his eyes widen and shook his head.

“If I’m being honest, she makes me kind of nervous,” König looks away but his mask doesn’t hide the blush coming up from his neck.

“Is that right?” Horangi’s eyes are still on you. But from the corner of his eye, he watches Ghost approaching your direction. “Might miss your shot.”

“Huh?” Turning his head back, he was greeted with the sight of Ghost sitting next to you. He knew you two were close, everyone does. You are his protegee after all, it makes sense. And yet, König couldn’t help but feel his heart sink just a bit. Tearing his gaze away from the two of you, he instead becomes very interested in the beer bottle he was holding. It wasn't like the lager he gets whenever he goes back home during leave, though to be fair, he hasn’t found any other bars serving it outside of the country. However, the one that he has in his hand was the closest one to it. Just a regular brown bottle with a mountain outline etched onto the side. It was simple but König liked it. Lifting his mask, he took one more swig.

Suddenly, he feels someone patting his arm. Glancing over at Horgani, he watches him slowly walk backwards. Cupping his hands, he shouts over the noisy bar, “Aleks is calling me!” Hearing that, König begins to leave his spot by the wall but stops as Horgani yells to him again, “Stay there!”

Confused, he stays by the wall. Kind of annoyed that he was left alone, he finishes his drink. Taking a glance towards his team, he notices that none of them are moving from their spots. That soured his mood a bit. Especially since Horgani was the only person that he talks to and hangs out regularly. Yes, his team is friendly towards him but König felt like he got sent back in time to grade school. As he watched his friends leave him for others. Gripping the bottle tightly, not taking his eyes off his team, he didn’t hear the small footsteps going towards him.

You should turn back, he looks hella pissed right now, you tell yourself. But just like what happened this morning, your mouth was faster than your brain, “König?”

He whipped his head so fast, you thought he would have pulled something. Bright blue eyes stare at you but he says nothing, so you ask him, “Are you alright?”

König hasn’t seen your face up close and he was mesmerized. With your hair in a simple ponytail, the light of the bar illuminates your skin in a warm glow. And good lord, your eye contact, it was like you were staring deep into his soul, he couldn’t help but mirror you. However, with your eyebrows furrowing with concern, he finally responds to you.

“Ah, yes. I’m fine,” König looks down so you wouldn't see him blush, despite the fact he’s wearing a mask.

“Oh! That’s good to hear. You looked a little upset when I came over.”

“Well, my friend left me with no real explanation.” He looked over at Horangi again and was surprised to find him looking back. He gives the Austrian a knowing smile as he lifts up his own drink. He was going to thank him later if things went well with you.

“I get that. My friends didn’t want to hang with me tonight,” you sigh. Would have loved it if one of them stepped up to be my wingman.

“If you’d like, can I keep you company?”

You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose but the drop of his voice made your heart skip a beat. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you prayed that it was the alcohol. “I would like that,” you smiled up to him. After a beat of silence, you spoke up again, “I also want to apologize about this morning.”

“For what?” Thinking back on your interaction this morning, he answers his own question, “Offering me a drink? I thought you were being polite.”

“Yes, but that was unprofessional of me.”

“I didn’t see it that way, you made me feel welcomed.” He tilts his head to the side, and while his mask is covering his lower half of his face, you knew he was smiling with how his eyes crinkle in the corners.

“Well, let’s get you that drink then.”

After weaving through the crowd, you felt relief as you leaned on the bar. König stands besides you, having to fight the urge to put his hand on the small of your back. A bartender heads over to the two of you, and König passes them his empty bottle. Pulling your card out, you also pass it over to them, “Can we get two more of those?”

A few moments pass and they come back with two bottles, already opened and your card. After signing the receipt, you slide one of the lagers to König, which he thanks you for. As he takes a drink, you inspect the glass, finding the shape of the mountain familiar. Reading the name of the brand, you smile. While beer wasn’t your preferred drink, it does remind you of home, especially since the one you hand in your hand was brewed not too far to where you grew up.

The bar was becoming a bit crowded, getting pushed back against the wood. König puts a hand on your shoulder and points at an open door that leads to the outside patio. He takes the lead this time, you follow closely behind him. People quickly move out of his way, not wanting to be in the giant’s path.

The temperature outside was cooler but comfortable. You took a deep breath of the fresh air, trying to relax yourself. It was still quiet between the two of you but it was a comfortable silence. Both of you were leaning against the rail, drinking and listening to the noise of your environment.

After a couple minutes, it was you that broke the silence. “So, do you like this brand?”

He looks at you first before glancing down at the bottle , “I do. It’s a bit different from what I get back home, but it’s the closest one to it.” Hearing that, you couldn’t help but feel pride in your home state. “How about you?”

“Oh, it’s not really my go-to choice,” you answer him honestly, “But I like this one. Its brewery is close to my hometown.”

“Really?”

“Heh, yeah,” glancing up at him, you continue, “The mountains are beautiful there. But I bet the ones in Austria is even prettier.”

König shakes his head in disagreement, ‘I’ll need to see the Rocky Mountains for myself first.”

Smiling up to him, he froze. The blood rushed to his cheeks again, although at least the string lights weren’t as bright. However, you were fixated on his face and he couldn’t help but feel self conscious. Though to be fair, he has one of the most lovely shades of blue eyes you’ve ever seen and you were trying to figure out what it reminded you of. After a few seconds, the answer popped into your head.

“Wow, your eyes are like sapphires.” Stunned with what you just said, you attempt to back out, “Oh jeez. I can’t believe I said that out loud. That was pretty corny though, huh?”

König never believed in love at first sight, but with you it, he might be convinced, “Oh no, not at all,” his eyes softened and at this point, he didn't care if his face was red anymore. “I bet anyone would have liked it.”

“I'm glad that you do.”

This was a first of many for König , The first time a girl paid for his drink, to genuinely complement him and to make him fall so quickly. And while he only had confidence in the battlefield, he was confident that you share the sentiment. So badly does he want to kiss you on the lips, but he was afraid it'd be too soon. Instead, he takes your hand that was empty. Placing his bottle on a near by table, he pulls his mask down and brings your hand towards him.

For a second, you catch a glimpse of his pale skin. There were freckles along with small scars that adorned his face. It was evident that he had his nose set back more than once but honestly, it suited him. And his lips, it was a soft shade of pink, the bottom one slightly more plump.

He could smell the perfume you were wearing, some floral sent that reminded him of spring. Your hand felt like velvet even though he could see some small cuts on them, it was signs of a solider. Someone like you shouldn't be in this line of work yet here you are.

His lips are warm, or maybe you're heating up, you couldn't tell. But you knew that once it's over, you will miss it. König pulls back but he doesn't let go and you were grateful for that.

#daisygirlwrites #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig imagine #könig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig imagine #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #horangi #kim horangi hong jin

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thewritingginger · 2 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet - Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

It’s been so long since I've posted oops

I’m actually trying to work on some hella old prompts I never got finished—thanks writing slump So I hope to get those done in the near future but idk 🤞🏻

So enjoy some Fluffy Draken for your Monday :3

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: D,R,A,K,E,N Warnings: None, Fluff, Maybe cheesy

Enjoy ~

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Draken strikes me as a family man, maybe cuz he never had one in the traditional sense

I think he’d prefer at least 2 kids, 3 at most

He would want to make sure that his partner would never need for anything

He seems like the type of man that would refuse his partner paying for anything in his presence

He would be happy living in a house that is not too big and not too small, just right for the size of family you have/ want to build

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think this boy could be a bit romantic if giving the opportunity

The whole showing up to your work/school/home with your favorite flowers just cuz

Taking you on impromptu rides to the beach to watch the sunset or go out for a random date

Sometimes I think he may get a bit embarrassed but your reaction always makes it worth it

I picture Ken’s main love language as either Acts of Service or Gift Giving

So if you’re having any car/bike issues he’ll check it out w/o you even asking him to

You mention a cute jacket you’ve been thinking of getting he’ll probably show up one day with it

I pin him as a guy that likes routine but is good about sprinkling in spontaneity

A ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Likes to take his partner out for rides on his bike—especially for little spontaneous weekend/ overnight trips (that is if you are comfy on a motorcycle)

He really enjoys sharing his work and seems like the type to totally geek out about bikes and how things are fixed, run, etc

But tbh I think Ken would really be down for most things, he just wants to be with his babe and make them happy and if that means going to something like a knitting class then toss him a pair of knitting needles cuz he’ll be there

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Ken is a passionate kisser–even when just a peck

Your first kiss was sweet and melt-worthy after he dropped you off from taking you for a drive on his bike

Ken is a good kisser

I feel like he squeezes you close, especially for goodbye kisses

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think he tries to keep it pretty even, if not just let you steer the ship when y’all are just relaxing

He takes control when he feels the situation calls for it

But if y’all argue/bicker he tries to not come off too strong, even if he feels he’s right

Tries to make sure your peace is being said and checks in to make sure you’re happy

I’d say he’s more dominant overall tho

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

His nicknames for you

Babe

Sweetheart

Smols (even if you’re taller than him lol)

Your nicknames for him

Kenny

Sweety

Ponytail

Hope you enjoyed that

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated!

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

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whence-the-woody · 8 months ago

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Okay did a bit more of a proper watch so have more thoughts

Why the fuck are we still seeing the Duke's friend and his family?? I wouldnt watch their scenes in s1 when they were relevant, why the hell would I watch now?

Featheringtons continue to be annoying time wasters and never funny

Way too late for a Cowper redemption arc nice try

I still dont see chemistry between polin. I know Nicola is a good actress, shes been great on this show and others, she can do funny, happy, devestated - but her doing attraction is just alot of breathing and looking distressed. Not helped by Luke who is giving her NOTHING. I know people will disagree, mostly coz they think hes hot, but what a weak leading man.

On that notes, I knew this going in but what on earth is Colins arc supposed to be here? Its not helped by his characterisation being all over the place. Hes learned to not care about what others think but hes constantly slighting Pen because hes embaressed? He says hes discovered who he is by travelling but then talking about "what society expects of me"? Is his whole arc learning to not be embaressed of a woman because she hasnt always dressed well? Previous seasons werent perfect but at least the leads had clear arcs. This series is all Pen's arc and even that is pretty subtle, except for the makeover obviously.

I actually really like Francessca as a character and I really like her chemistry with this guy. Im almost 100% sure she doesnt marry him, or shes widowed at some point? Anyway, I hope they work out they're hella cute

They really need to give benedict better storylines, hes such a good character and theyre wasting him

Im sorry but the balloon thing was ridiculous. Pen just didnt move?? And what danger was she in, getting fairly slowly knocked over by some sandbags? The whole thing was dumb.

I do appreciate Bridgerton as a show who listens to audience feedback. They changed their whitewashed cast, theyre all about consent, they are representing different body types and disabilities - I mean its totally pandering and tokenistic but most dont even both with that so

We need more madame D (fuck if I can spell her name) - take away from any of the other minors and give me her friendship with Pen

Im all for Violet getting her garden tended to but Lady D's brother?! Those 2 need to stop keeping it in the family. Also would rather she just got laid instead of romanced but whatevs

Violent and Kate - kinda cute, kinda awkward. I like that theyre close but I reiterate Kate shouldve been around so they could build on that and V could show her the ropes. Wasted potential.

NEWTON SIGHTING. The highlight so far lbr.

#bridgerton #kanthony

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sparkymalone · 1 year ago

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So I have an idea for a Kuzuhina longfic, but I'm not sure if I want to write it, because I don't know how I would end it in a happy way, and I generally don't like leaving stories on a bad note. But it's an idea that keeps bouncing around my head, and it would be hella smutty, so maybe?

Okay, tell me what you think of this:

A fantasy setting where there are two warring kingdoms, one ruled by Queen Enoshima and one ruled by King Kamukura. One day the queen gets usurped by her own people, and Makoto gets put in charge. He begins talks with King Kamukura to end the war. The king is receptive, but he wants something in return.

Makoto's advisors suggest handing over the Remnants as prisoners. Kamukura is like "sure, whatever."

The Remnants get sent to Kamukura's kingdom and the king has to decide what to do with them. All of the Remnants with practical skills get put to work. He's not sure what to do with the leftovers.

One of his advisors suggests making a harem. Kamukura is like "sure, whatever."

So he makes a harem. He puts them in a nice room, gets them little slutty outfits, and breaks them in, one at a time. After that he doesn't visit them that often (Kamukura isn't a particularly sexual person), usually to take out aggression or as a form of punishment for the Remnants. (Is this too dark? I don't want it to be overly... rape-y...)

Hajime, who is the king's brother (lol), thinks the harem is a gross idea. He generally objects to it, but he sees the consorts sometimes, since the harem shares a courtyard with the royal quarters.

One day he runs into Fuyuhiko in the courtyard and they start talking. Over time, they become good friends, but that's all.

Kamukura notices, and Hajime isn't technically doing anything wrong, so he doesn't say anything. But he decides that he needs to "mark his territory," so to speak. He starts sleeping with Fuyuhiko more often.

And Hajime realizes that it's making him jealous, and that makes him realize that he's developed feelings for Fuyuhiko. One night, he confesses, and they kiss.

They start sneaking around together, but it's mostly the same as before, just with kissing sometimes. Until one night, when Fuyuhiko is particularly pissed off at Kamukura, and really emotional, and he asks Hajime to sleep with him.

Obviously, Hajime wants to, but he knows that if they get caught, the king will kill them both. He's also worried that Fuyuhiko has to have sex all the time, what if he's sick of it, or Hajime can't measure up, or something similar?

Fuyuhiko says something along the lines of, "Just once, I want to fuck because it's what I want to do."

So they have very romantic sex, and they both love it. They agree that it has to be a one-time thing, because it's too dangerous.

But obviously it doesn't end up being a one-time thing. They get caught up in their feelings and wind up sleeping together several more times.

And if course it's too good to be true, and they get caught. The king doesn't kill them, but he does cut out Fuyuhiko's eye (something about a "wandering eye," I'm still working on it) and makes Hajime watch. Then he tosses Hajime in the dungeon.

That's as much as I have, but there would be lots of smutty scenes, because of the harem. Not just with our boys, but with all the Remnants.

I don't really know how it would end. The only way it could end happily is Kamukura getting overthrown, right? I don't know, I'm open to ideas.

Does this sound like something you would want to read? Do you have any ideas to help out? Feedback is appreciated, as always!

#fanfiction #kuzuhina #kamukuzu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #writing process #sparky writes

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pumpkinpyre · 2 years ago

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Hiya! Thanks for responding to my DDDNE poll! You’re not the first person to flag that “so don’t complain” reads as snarky or derogatory or rude, but (fascinatingly) this comment has only been present over the last couple of days of reblogs, which I find super interesting! (I was hella constrained by the character limit on this option, obvs.) I have a couple follow up questions for you, if you are willing to answer: what fandom(s) do you tend to encounter DDDNE in? How long have you been involved in internet-based fandom spaces? Also if you have any more thoughts on the poll structure or the nature of DDDNE as a tag, I would love to hear them! Have a great day!

Oh, hello! I appreciate your receptiveness to feedback, even if being contacted has caught me completely off guard LOL

Yeah, character limits are a pain, but that is pretty interesting that people have only said anything about that after a certain amount of time. I wonder if that's because it reached a certain circle of fandom? Which probably explains your next couple questions actually :V

Honestly I'm not sure how much info you can get from me because it's been quite awhile since I've gone looking for fics. I can get pretty picky about the writing I want to read and give up scrolling through AO3 pages pretty quickly 😅

I've been in and out of various fandom spaces since I was like. In middle school. And I don't want to do the math but I graduated high school in 2007 so that gives you a rough idea. Interestingly enough, DDDNE wasn't really much of a thing; I honestly didn't really encounter it as a use for a tagging system until after I joined tumblr in around 2015-16 (because Undertale). Though largely I've been more involved in the role play side of things instead of the fanfic/fanart, so there's not a whole lot of tagging done to begin with. Last time I was big into the fic/art was.. I don't remember the years but whenever tf2chan was seeing some of its higher activity. Early 2010s, maybe? The stuff I was Huge into before that predates Arrested Development, with only a little bit of overlap. Oh there's also MLP:FiM but I read most of that on their own websites, not AO3. Different categorization systems.

You know, now that I'm sitting down and really trying to remember, I feel like I've encountered DDDNE as more of a descriptor than as use as a tag itself. That might be coloring my thoughts on it. I've read plenty of fics that sure fit DDDNE criteria, but weren't tagged with the phrase. A couple I can remember would be from Team Fortress 2, Undertale, My Little Pony, and Jak and Daxter. Like I'd call the Cupcakes MLP fic DDDNE but I don't think it was ever tagged as such.

hmu if you'd like to know anything else! And you have a good day, too!

#aurorasulphur

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gifsbysimplysonia · 5 days ago

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Hola otra vez! For anyone not familiar with my annoying rambly feedback, ahead there be

This is the end of the first paragraph of the story and it's just so fcking ... like it works SO well for me, it makes me wanna spike a football

it's hard to find places where he's thought of as a stranger. no familiar faces, no conversation, no fuss. just logan, a bottle of whisky and time.

logan had no reason to keep count. until he saw you.

Well, if there's any indication a man is smitten, I'd say it's when he decides to keep counting after 200 years on Earth cuz of YOU *ded*

the bar was busy, as it normally was. he didn't mind it this way, less attention on him, less chances of someone trying to pick a fight with a specific stranger. not that they'd win, but logan had grown too tired for petty fights these days.

It's super interesting to think about Logan in relation to time and age. We just went from him deciding he's got a reason to keep counting the years to him being so tired that he doesn't want to get into petty fights. And as someone who grew up with Logan on the XMen cartoon lol, I know Logan to BE petty. So whilst we can't always think of Logan in terms of age, cuz looking at his appearance can make us forget, to hear that he's so TIRED that he doesn't even wanna squabble up on occasion? Well, that's impactful. The author makes it hit home in this other way and I really like it.

And here's another example of the author getting across to us where Logan is at when we meet him in life:

you're easy on the eyes, especially to these tired old hues that have grown accustomed to staring at the same old walls.

Straight up now we have the word tired, but also old. And not in relation to himself, but what he's got eyes on. It's such a clever thing the author has done here, and I really am appreciative of it.

logan can't let himself look too much, he isn't allowed nice things, especially not pretty little things such as yourself. he's poison, tainting everything he touches, spoiling it. he's experienced enough heartbreak, enough losses for a lifetime and more.

Sad face. This is very in line with the Logan I think most of us know (and adore). Gotta take all the blame, gotta punish yourself, gotta try to protect others from you by denying yourself connections. Wanna hug him.

he wonders if you know most of the tips you receive by the end of the night are from him. you're diligent, you work hard, and you deserve more than the minimum wage you're probably getting.

Also very on brand for Logan. Sees a need, fills the need, but doesn't want credit for it. He's also seeing someone he believes is worthy (and perhaps not in a way he feels he could ever be?) of more so he tries to be the provider.

it's not even lust on his mind either, he just finds himself captivated by your presence. he wonders about your life, your interests, your dreams. . .

And again, we are seeing how smitten he is because the man who has been painted as weary and bored suddenly has questions and wonderings again. That is, in the context of Logan's long a$$ existence, quite magical. But that magic is immediately followed by

though he'd be lying if he said he'd never pictured bending you over against the bar and fucking you senseless. he is an animal, after all.

and it's like

relying on others was a weakness. besides, what would you be to him but just another person he'd lose someday? it wasn't worth it. you weren't worth it. fuck.

"Relying on others was a weakness" is just hella relatable to me, so I key in on that. And then that ire being followed by showing vulnerability by thinking of her as another person he'd lose; Logan's heart has always been huge and you just know he remembers the faces and details of each person he has had to lose and she has that status already. Logan trying to lie to himself with the "not worth it" talk only to have to curse himself cuz he KNOW he's lying is also peak Logan behavior, and once again on a personal level, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiighly relatable lol. I'm always lying to myself about my own feelings.

you were strangers, this was stupid, it was all fucking stupid. but the mind of a lonely old man is a desperate one, and what logan really craves isn't just eye candy.

"Lonely and desperate" self descriptions and Logan referring to himself as "stupid." I'm sure we all wanna shake this old man, right? LOL because when he let's himself think about the truth:

he craves a touch, that first touch that sparks electricity throughout your every nerve ending, causes goosebumps to ripple along the skins surface. he craves something, anything. he was so fucking hungry. always so fucking hungry. a rumbling hunger that starts at the pit of his stomach and gnaws through him like a rabid animal frantically trying to escape a suffocating metal cage. it's a hunger he can't satisfy, he knows he can't satisfy. but he'd been alone so long.

It's connection, and it's gnawing at him. Loneliness is a helluva thing, and I think a lot of us know this. But this author is shining in the way she is describing it for us, outside of the usual age/years gone by methods. Tired, lonely, and now ravenous. And while we are in the space of a more spiritual hunger, here, it so easily slides right back to physical as well because he's thinking about a woman and wonders

surely one bite couldn't hurt?

Me literally screaming into my pumpkin pillow cuz I'm like NO IT COULDN'T LOGAN, GO GET HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR cuz I know what's gonna follow is gonna be liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

switching bars wasn't particularly appealing to him, but it was better than having to look at you and feel that familiar ache.

The self loathing and denial is top tier Logan. He will inconvenience and punish himself just as long as it's in line with denying himself cuz he just "doesn't deserve it." Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Logan then proceeds to go drain the snake before he beings his newest self inflicted penance, but she comes in to clean the bathrooms thinking they were empty.

Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl lol

your eyes lock on one another for just a split second before you quickly busy yourself with the mop again. but that split second was enough. it was enough to notice how you were looking at him.

HOW WAS SHE LOOKING AT YOU, LOGAN?!?! It's funny how if it was almost any other man, I'd snort and be like, sure buddy. But it's Logan so I have ZERO issue believing whatever he saw in her eyes let her know she DOES indeed know him and want ... well, something.

you lean back against the bathroom stall divider, eyes drifting across logan's figure. he was tall, big. this is the first time you're really able to look at him, to study the features of his face. this time he's not hiding behind a glass or a bottle.

How interesting to see the contrast of her view of Logan because while he's always looking at her and sworn that he never caught her looking his way, she's letting us know she has definitely looked his way enough to notice he was a man in hiding. And she actually acted respectfully to respect that and not ogle him, which bummed Logan out lol.

the hunger in his gaze is obvious, but it's dulled, like he's just barely holding back. you think he looks lonely, there's a distinct air about him that practically screams that he needs to be touched.

Oof, she's intuitive! So she SEES what he needs and seems to be quite willing to, ahem, deliver for him but WILL HE LET HER is the big question.

logan pushes himself from the sink and approaches you slowly. was he really doing this? after a month of pining and longing for you, a stranger in a bar, was he really going to give in to his desires? would you let him? the lust was clear in your eyes and he knew he was reflecting it right back tenfold.

you eye the stranger who's been watching you, tipping you. of course you've noticed, you'd have to be pretty stupid or oblivious not to. you've come to expect him at each shift, but his presence intrigued you more than the other regulars. not just because he was more handsome, considerably more handsome. no, it was those sad eyes that seemed to say a million words while his mouth remained firmly shut that had you curious. even now as he stands before you so silent you could hear a pin drop, when you look into his eyes you can feel a sea of words brewing.

I do so love the fact that she's intuitive, curious and sees beyond the big burly handsome cover. He never speaks but look at his eyes and boy, are there a thousand stories waiting to be told. And it's the SAME WAY in the present with her. Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike, it's about to go off.

oh how you wanted to open him up, to peer inside behind that rough exterior, to take a peek behind the facade. you're sure you're easier to read than he is.

Again, I love that this goes beyond physical with her and that she's genuinely intrigued by him and by what probably most others don't see in Logan.

"i've seen you, you know," you mumble bravely, "looking at me." logan doesn't seem surprised, he brings a hand up to hold your chin, turning your face from side to side to get a proper look at you now that he has you up close. "yeah?" "yeah," you reply shakily, "thought i was imagining it at first. but by the second night it was obvious." he smirks, so he's not as subtle as he thinks.

No because how is he the King of Self Denial but somehow automatically is giving Dom the first time he approaches a woman he means to get to know? Not even embarrassing at being caught at his blatant perusal of her. SIR.

logan grips your wrists, not the suit. he wasn't talking about that now, he had to shut you up.

When I tell you this BROKE me. King of Self Inflicted Penance. I stg. And it's quite the conundrum to be going through an emotional gut punch when it's immediately followed up with

he leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as his strong hands keep a firm grip on your wrists. you submit, leaning back against the cubicle divider as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth.

and we know it is OFF TO THE RACES!!!

"taste so fuckin' sweet," he mumbles against your lips, kissing you between words, "you do this often? let men kiss you in the bathroom?" you mumble a 'no' under your breath, ". . . just the ones who tip good," you grin.

OH SH!T, WE HAVE HAN AND LEIA BANTER! They are my OTP so I'm always gonna call a combative in love couple that, but this dynamic is MY JAM and I love that what we seem to have here is a clearly dominant male with a bratty female. I am in Heaven lol

logan feels himself chuckling, biting your lower lip. oh, he liked you.

WE DO TOO, LOGAN!

his hand travels upwards, finding purchase around your neck. you gasp in response, moaning. he eagerly swallows your moan with his mouth, drowning out any sound that threatens to escape.

Always a trip when I am personally attacked by a fic lmaoooooooooo

he kisses you like a man starved, like he'd devour you if you let him. and you would, you think, if it felt this good.

"shhh, shhh," he whispers against your lips, "feel good? i know it feels good, but you gotta stay nice and quiet."

I want to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie at the giving of instructions and reminder that, HEY WE ARE IN PUBLIC but we are absolutely NOT stopping.

"you wanted this just as much as i did, huh?" he growls into your ear, "need it, need me to fuck you."

Excellent dirty taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk

he nods against the side of your cheek, his stubble scratching against your soft skin, "there we go, attagirl. . ."

And he praises? *dies again*

"yeah i am," logan smirks, he knows he's big, and he knows exactly how to use it. you just have time to gasp before you feel one of his hands connect harshly with your skin, the sound ringing out in the small bathroom of the bar.

"you've been thinkin' about this since you started your shift," logan says confidently, his words confirmed by how you drip around him, "thought about me fillin' you up, nice and full?"

I once again must mention top tier dirty talk!

and fuck does it make him harder to know that you've thought about this just as much as he has.

Once again, Logan's vulnerability is illustrated here because it's very human and natural to WANT TO BE WANTED so that it's exciting for him makes all the sense.

he knows if he lets you look at him, look up at him for too long, he'll lose it. he can't have your soft eyes on him while he fucks you, he doesn't deserve it.

*shakes him* He's still so Logan. Trying to convince himself again he is just not worthy. But I also do this to myself which is no doubt why I key on it, mention it, react to it. That just means the author is striking a chord with me and isn't that what we want? To feel resonance and know we are not alone in our experiences?

because he can't describe the shame that swirls in his stomach, that this is how he relieves himself, a quick fuck in a bar. this dirty older man who's seen so much sin, perpetuated sin with his own hands, who longed for the young pretty little thing in the bar. logan doesn't deserve nice things, this he knows.

It's a jarring feeling to be really into some hot smut and then have there be an intermission of this caliber. Cuz again, we are seeing into Logan's heart and his internal self who just screams and screams about not being worthy. And it's so painful and wretched for us as an audience cuz we KNOW it's not true and we just wish HE WOULD SEE IT.

you can't help but smirk, mouth stuck open as you moan softly, he likes it when you talk to him during, huh?

Even in her blissful state, she is noticing what he likes and trying to provide that for him and I love her for considering him and being thoughtful with him. HE doesn't think he deserves it, but we readers know that he absolutely does so it's sweetness in this midst of lust and shows us that she cares beyond whatever is happening now in this bathroom.

Y'all NEED to go read this cuz the smut is rough but because of the well established connection the author built between these two, it's very intimate despite the circumstances which don't necessarily lend themselves to anything other than a "quickie." Because of what's going on between these two and how well laid out that is for us, we know that the reason this is so rough and intimate is BECAUSE it's not meant for just here and now. But will Logan allow anything more?

standing on trembling legs, you lean up, giving him a surprisingly soft kiss. your hands take over his, helping him back into his jeans, zipping them up, clasping the buttons together and buckling his belt. all the while your lips are on his, slowly, passionately intertwining together.

And again, I love her for her thoughtfulness. She's being soft and tender with him. I'm not sure if it's a conscious effort to keep him from screwing things up (by trying to now brush her off) or if it's just naturally who she is and giving into her instinct to want to be gentle with him and keep him close. Either way, I love love love this moment.

". . . does that count as your tip for the night?" you joke with a smirk, hoping to see a flash of his smile again, hoping to alleviate some of that shame he's carrying.

Adore her for infusing humor into the situation and wanting to bring light back into his eyes. Whoever is going to be with Logan needs to have a sense of humor and give him as good as he gives.

the shame seems to settle, begins to dissipate. it feels less like satisfying an urge and more like. . . exploring something new. his eyes drift back to you.

Is Logan ACTUALLY going to give this thing a chance, and more importantly, HIMSELF a chance?!?!

I hate to quote too much in a story, especially an ending becuase I WANT PEOPLE TO GO READ FOR THEMSELVES but I need @silverskyeline to know that the last 3 paragraphs of this piece are SO FCKING GOOD.

The breakthrough and revelation he has, the tentative willingness to let himself release a burden and not self flagellate? OMGGGGGGGGGGG. Literally all the applause and bravo on this amazing piece. I really really fcking enjoyed it and am so grateful to you for creating and sharing.

It's really a wonderful character analysis or look at who Logan is, the person he think he has to be, with some hot smut that actually isn't a pause in the narrative but continues the throughline of exploring who he is and what he thinks he deserves and how he's giving himself permission to be a man again. I just ... I love this so so much. Thank you again.

'hunger' 18+

worst!wolverine x f!reader (3.9k words) summary: logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. tags: for the 'longing' prompt for logan promptober, set in the bar from the movie, kind of angsty, filthy, pent up logan, alcohol consumption, doggy style, creampie, biting, light choking, pinning wrists, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, implied age gap, sweet ending.

his usual haunts offer comfort, safe nests tucked away down isolated roads, usually requiring quite the drive to find - it's hard to find places where he's thought of as a stranger. no familiar faces, no conversation, no fuss. just logan, a bottle of whisky and time.

time spent staring into the grain of the old wood on the bar wondering how the fuck he ended up here. he'd stopped keeping count a long time ago, how long he'd been around, been alive. things get kind of hazy after two hundred years. logan had no reason to keep count.

until he saw you.

he's sat at the bar when the bartender clocks off, switching with someone new, someone he'd never seen before. you walk in and his eyes immediately scan your face, your build, your outfit. it's a habit of his, one he hoped he'd grow out of - but logan has learned that he'll never stop assessing for new threats. it's just in his dna.

but what he finds isn't a threat.

you're easy on the eyes, especially to these tired old hues that have grown accustomed to staring at the same old walls. he drags his eyes back down to his glass like he's forcing himself to look down the barrel of a gun rather than looking at you, before settling on you once more.

. . . but what harm can looking do?

a few weeks pass, logan notices you're in every few nights from now on, must have been put on the regular rota. he wonders if you know most of the tips you receive by the end of the night are from him. you're diligent, you work hard, and you deserve more than the minimum wage you're probably getting.

you've never noticed him, or at least, he's never caught you looking in his direction. but he finds himself craving it, willing your eyes to meet his even for a second. the extent of your interactions have been sliding a glass or a bottle in his direction before continuing with your other duties.

it's not even lust on his mind either, he just finds himself captivated by your presence. he wonders about your life, your interests, your dreams. . . though he'd be lying if he said he'd never pictured bending you over against the bar and fucking you senseless.

he is an animal, after all.

he wonders if he should switch bars just to distance himself. he couldn't let himself become comfortable with the idea of you. relying on others was a weakness. besides, what would you be to him but just another person he'd lose someday? it wasn't worth it. you weren't worth it.

fuck.

logan curses himself under his breath for even having this internal debate. you were strangers, this was stupid, it was all fucking stupid. but the mind of a lonely old man is a desperate one, and what logan really craves isn't just eye candy. he craves a touch, that first touch that sparks electricity throughout your every nerve ending, causes goosebumps to ripple along the skins surface. he craves something, anything.

he was so fucking hungry. always so fucking hungry. a rumbling hunger that starts at the pit of his stomach and gnaws through him like a rabid animal frantically trying to escape a suffocating metal cage. it's a hunger he can't satisfy, he knows he can't satisfy. but he'd been alone so long.

surely one bite couldn't hurt?

no, he finds himself shaking his head as he stands from the bar. he'd take a leak, and leave early. it'd only been a month since he first saw you, he could get over this. switching bars wasn't particularly appealing to him, but it was better than having to look at you and feel that familiar ache.

the bathroom door swings open and he walks inside, situating himself at one of the urinals. a few moments later, the door swings open again, logan doesn't bother to look over.

"oh, thought these were empty, sorry."

his head turns quickly. it's you, mop in hand. there's an uncomfortable silence that follows.

speak, fucking speak. "it's fine."

you pause, then nod a little and begin mopping the floor.

his eyes are back on the urinal, swallowing hard. was this really going to be your first conversation? with his eyes glaring into old porcelain, dick in his hand? he tries not to picture you stealing glances at him, but he can't help it. is that what he wants?

maybe.

finishing up, he quickly makes his way over to the sinks, pushing his hands under the cool water and rubbing with soap. his eyes flit up to the mirror. and he catches you.

your eyes lock on one another for just a split second before you quickly busy yourself with the mop again.

but that split second was enough. it was enough to notice how you were looking at him.

"all done," you say with a sigh after a few moments, standing straight and gripping the mop but making no effort to leave just yet.

logan eyes you in the mirror, watches how your eyes dance across the room before inevitably landing on him again. he turns to face you, noting the distance between you both in the room.

you rest your mop against the wall, "you're in here often." you state, it's not a question.

"guess i'm a regular," he replies curtly.

swallowing hard, you continue, "i noticed. i always have to restock the whisky when you come by."

"i like a drink." he says with a subtle shrug, just a step away now, eyes never leaving yours.

a small smile tugs at your lips, "i know."

you're not sure what you're really doing. you're supposed to be on shift, designated five minutes to clean the bathrooms. five minutes you'd much rather spend doing someone something else.

no, it was those sad eyes that seemed to say a million words while his mouth remained firmly shut that had you curious. even now as he stands before you so silent you could hear a pin drop, when you look into his eyes you can feel a sea of words brewing.

oh how you wanted to open him up, to peer inside behind that rough exterior, to take a peek behind the facade. you're sure you're easier to read than he is.

you're not sure when or how it happened, but he's right in front of you now, his body almost touching yours. you look up at him with a feigned innocent look.

"i've seen you, you know," you mumble bravely, "looking at me."

logan doesn't seem surprised, he brings a hand up to hold your chin, turning your face from side to side to get a proper look at you now that he has you up close. "yeah?"

"yeah," you reply shakily, "thought i was imagining it at first. but by the second night it was obvious."

he smirks, so he's not as subtle as he thinks.

your hands snake down, finding his belt buckle and brazingly begin to unbuckle it. he watches you, eyes fixated on the way your fingers move. he swears he's about to start drooling. but then you move, hands winding up to the buttons on his shirt. you splay your hands across the fabric, eyes widening when you feel what's underneath.

"are you. . . is that-"

logan grips your wrists, not the suit. he wasn't talking about that now, he had to shut you up. he leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as his strong hands keep a firm grip on your wrists. you submit, leaning back against the cubicle divider as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth.

he moans, relishing the taste of you, the taste he's thought about for so fucking long. he brings your hands up, pinning them above your head, shifting his grip so one hand easily pins your wrists, leaving his other hand free.

his free hand plants firmly across your upper chest, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against your collarbone as he explores your mouth with his tongue. you're lost in the sensation, knees going weak as you allow the older man to have his way with you. he needs this, you know it.

"taste so fuckin' sweet," he mumbles against your lips, kissing you between words, "you do this often? let men kiss you in the bathroom?"

you mumble a 'no' under your breath, ". . . just the ones who tip good," you grin.

logan feels himself chuckling, biting your lower lip. oh, he liked you. his hand travels upwards, finding purchase around your neck. you gasp in response, moaning. he eagerly swallows your moan with his mouth, drowning out any sound that threatens to escape.

the kiss grows in intensity, you wonder how long it's been since he's kissed someone. he kisses you like a man starved, like he'd devour you if you let him. and you would, you think, if it felt this good.

his hand on your neck gives a gentle squeeze before running down your torso, palming at your jeans suddenly. you try to whimper in pleasure, but he's silencing you with his lips again.

"shhh, shhh," he whispers against your lips, "feel good? i know it feels good, but you gotta stay nice and quiet." logan can feel the material of your jeans begin to damp and he resists the urge to growl, feeling the way the fabric beneath gives way.

you nod, whispering small affirmatives as he touches you through the material. "just give me more," you whine.

and that spurs him on. in a flash he's pushing you into the stall, stealing a few more kisses where he can before he turns you, pushing your back against his chest. his lips find your neck, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along the skin he finds there.

you're like putty in his hands, melting back against him as his hand returns to your crotch, rough hands massaging circles against your clothed core. you resist a moan, exhaling shakily instead as you let him use you.

"you wanted this just as much as i did, huh?" he growls into your ear, "need it, need me to fuck you."

you nod quickly as you feel his lips curve into a smirk against your skin.

"yeah, thought so," he nibbles on your earlobe, breathing deeply through his nose as he tries to steady himself, preserve the moment. but how can he when you feel this good beneath his fingers, taste this good on his tongue? "tell me you want it."

"want you to fuck me," you whimper almost immediately, suddenly feeling so very needy. there's a hot ache growing between your legs, one you're desperate for him to fill.

logan laughs, "you can do better than that, honey, know you can."

"please," your voice cracks and you swallow back moans as you squirm beneath his touch, "please fuck me-" it becomes apparent to you at that moment that you don't even know his name. your cheeks flush at the thought of letting this stranger, this older man fuck you in the bar bathroom, but actually, you kind of like it that way.

he nods against the side of your cheek, his stubble scratching against your soft skin, "there we go, attagirl. . ."

with that, he pushes you forward, forcing your hands onto the tank of the toilet to support yourself as he bends you over. his hands find your waist, his hips connecting with yours and slowly grinding his very apparent, large bulge against you.

you let out a whimper, arching your back a little at the sudden contact.

"feel that?" he mumbles, guiding your hips to grind back against him, "feel what you do to me?"

a gasp, "fuck, you're big." you can already tell, the way his bulge is pressing against you, demanding to be felt. you swear you can almost feel it throb through the material.

"yeah i am," logan smirks, he knows he's big, and he knows exactly how to use it.

pulling back slightly, he roughly pulls your jeans down, practically manhandling you, your underwear disappearing with it. he grabs handfuls of your ass before kneading the skin. "look at that, pretty little ass, all for me."

you just have time to gasp before you feel one of his hands connect harshly with your skin, the sound ringing out in the small bathroom of the bar. "f-fuck!" you whine, feeling the sharp sting, knowing there's a bright red imprint in the shape of his large palm on your ass.

there's some jingling, the sound of his belt being moved out of the way, a zipper. you prepare yourself, or at least you try to, but his cock is already slapping against your backside before you have time to steady your hazy mind.

"you gonna take all of me?" he asks, biting his lip as his aching length slaps against your skin, "think you can?"

you nod quickly, looking over your shoulder at him, "mhm!"

"if you say so. . ." he smirks and positions himself, one hand on your hip and one aiming his cock at your tight little hole.

then, all at once he's sinking in. you gasp, he gasps. and fuck, he is big. you feel that sweet stretch, his cock throbbing against your tight walls as it slowly glides inside. you're whining as it slowly fills you, eyes rolling back at the sensation. but he pulls out a little, only to push back in again.

he's working you up just right, mesmerised by the way you take his cock. his eyes are fixed on your tight hole begging him to enter, loving the slick sound as it pushes inside.

"you've been thinkin' about this since you started your shift," logan says confidently, his words confirmed by how you drip around him, "thought about me fillin' you up, nice and full?"

despite the way your cheeks flush bright red, you can't deny it. you've thought about it more than once, fantasised about it in bed, hoping that one day that stranger from the bar would fuck you so good you forget your own name.

you don't need to reply either, because he knows. he knows from the way your wet hole flutters around him, and fuck does it make him harder to know that you've thought about this just as much as he has. he begins to pump into you at a leisurely pace, firm hands on your hips.

"holy fuck, so fuckin' tight," logan grumbles, his deep slow strokes hitting you deep as he bottoms out inside of you.

you try to turn your head, to look up at him, but he grasps the back of your hair, pushing your head down. "nu-uh, keep that head down."

he knows if he lets you look at him, look up at him for too long, he'll lose it. he can't have your soft eyes on him while he fucks you, he doesn't deserve it. he'll take you, just like this, with your head down and your ass up and his cock buried deep inside you.

you feel his thrusts grow rougher, your legs slipping apart as you attempt to hold yourself up, hands planted firmly on the tank of the toilet. you're squeaking softly with each pump, feeling him use you to release his pent-up frustrations. and it felt so fucking good.

with his firm grip on your hair tightening by the second and his other large hand digging into your hip, you begin to bounce back against his motions, sending him even deeper. you both moan in sync with the feeling and you pant softly, cheeks flushing further at the soft 'plap plap plap' of his hips connecting with you, the sound reverberating around the small cubicle.

"that feels so fucking good," you sing, closing your eyes. logan gives a particularly hard thrust, speed picking up. you can't help but smirk, mouth stuck open as you moan softly, he likes it when you talk to him during, huh? "keep fuckin' me, just like that, so good. . ."

he groans, wrapping your hair around his fist as he relentlessly pounds into you. harder and harder, deeper and deeper, you're sure you'll have bruises littered over your body before the day is through.

"harder!" you cry, feeling your legs tremble. you're not gonna last long like this, and by the way his cock is twitching inside of you, he isn't either. "i'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum!"

another groan slips from his lips, gritting his teeth as he uses you, watching you take his throbbing cock beneath him. "look so pretty like this, bent over, takin' what i fuckin- shit. . . takin' what i give you."

your body grows hotter, sweat forming on your forehead, each impact pushing you forward roughly. you're really not gonna last long.

he begins to hunch over, his chest flush with your back as he huffs against your neck, fucking you like a rabid animal. you're squealing now, the pleasure swirling in your lower stomach, threatening to send you crashing into bliss. at this point, you don't fucking care if someone walks in and finds you like this, sees his feet planted behind yours underneath the stall. in fact, the thought of the risk sends a bolt straight to your gut.

"yes yes yes," you mutter, feeling your orgasm approaching steadily. you swear you can feel him in your guts. you begin to flutter around him, begging for release, knowing it's going to completely destroy you.

logan can't even form words, just grunts slipping from his lips against the side of your neck. and then he feels it, his cock twitches, his mind reeling with the imminent release. he needs this, oh he fucking needs this.

he bites down on your neck, teeth sinking in slightly as he feels himself release deep inside you, his cum spilling out in strong waves. you feel your knees buckle, but a strong hand planted on your tummy helps keep you upright as he fucks his release deeper into you.

the animalistic nature of his thrusts combined with the sensation of his hot cum painting your insides sends you flying over the edge, your orgasm milking him as you clamp around his aching cock. he slams his hand against the stall wall with a loud metallic bang, splaying his fingers across the metal as if to ground himself as his thrusts falter.

his tongue lazily licks the indents of his bite mark against your neck, groans easing their way from the back of his throat. you can hardly catch your breath, legs still shaking from such an intense release. it's hard to think straight with his dick still buried deep inside, feeling it twitch with every aftershock.

you both stay like that for a solid minute, panting, coming down together. he's planting soft kisses along your neck as your breath slowly comes back to you.

he pulls out, stepping back as he stuffs himself into his jeans. you collapse onto the toilet seat, shakily pulling your jeans and underwear back up as you look up at him. it's clear he's looking to leave, a distant look in his eye, maybe a little shame creeping into his features.

you pull back, buttoning your own jeans as you continue to look up at him. ". . . does that count as your tip for the night?" you joke with a smirk, hoping to see a flash of his smile again, hoping to alleviate some of that shame he's carrying.

and there it is, a small smirk on his lips as he glances away. "maybe."

the shame seems to settle, begins to dissipate. it feels less like satisfying an urge and more like. . . exploring something new. his eyes drift back to you.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" you ask, tilting your head.

he blinks, suddenly remembering time exists outside this small space seemingly crafted just for the two of you. "yeah," he says, quietly.

"good," you pat his chest before moving past him, leaving the stall. you stand, looking back at him. a beat, "or, you can meet me after my shift ends?"

his eyes widen, taken aback. fuck, had he forgotten how to do this? his eyes flit to the side, before making up his mind. he gives a firm nod.

you smile before leaving him in the bathroom, returning to the bar through the door.

logan stands there for a few moments, running his fingers through his hair. he smooths down his shirt, feeling the suit beneath, a stark reminder always of his past.

but maybe he could begin to take a few steps forward. maybe he deserves more than to suffer forever, forced to keep everyone at arm's length. maybe he could allow himself this small happiness, a date, or whatever this was.

maybe it was time to satisfy his hunger, his loneliness, for good.

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honey-boyyoongi · 1 year ago

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Reader x Yoongi | Part 59//??

Word count ➪ 2.4K

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; TRIGGER WARNING; messed up parent-child dynamic; physical assault; gaslighting; manipulation; hella mommy issues; please do not read this if you don't feel comfortable; if your name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hiiiii~~~~ I promised at the end of august.. but life happened, and really I’m tired of being gods strongest soldier. Anywho, the long awaited confrontation. Please do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to any of the tags. I will write a recap on the next chapter posted. As always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know 🫶🏻

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“Are you sure about this,” Jin asked. They had just pulled up the front of the Min family home, ten minutes before their agreed meeting time.

Yoongi solemnly nodded, “I don’t want to, but I have to.”

Jin thought back to their talk the night before, he had told Yoongi that legally Minji had no leg to stand on. She’d signed away her rights, never reached out for contact, or had given any form of support. Yoongi couldn’t be rationalized with, but what parent could in his situation. When Yoongi asked Seokjin to accompany him, he didn’t hesitate to agree. He knew Mrs. Min would try to monopolize the conversation; he wanted Yoongi to know someone was on his side. Jin knew he’d have to stay quiet most of the conversation. Mrs. Min would probably refuse to speak further with Yoongi, if he interfered too much.

Earlier that morning he wondered, how did we get here? When did the focus change from the wellness of Haneul to Yoongi’s life? At what moment would Yoongi’s mother think, enough is enough? Seokjin watched as his oldest friend collected himself; there was a three month difference in their age, but Yoongi looked older than he was. His eyes were sunken from lack of sleep, his under-eyes were dark, his lips were chapped and he could tell Yoongi was picking at the dry skin. Jin had forced Yoongi into the shower early that morning, helping him wash the grime out of his hair while Bee entertained Jinwoo and Haneul. Worry lines decorated his features heavily, showing off the harsh reality Yoongi has lived with. Jin hoped that maybe after today they would dissipate.

Yoongi expected to walk into his mother’s home and be lectured to high hell on how he was an incompetent parent. What he had not expected was for Minji to be sitting at the kitchen table, with his mother at her side. Seeing them together confirmed all the ugly feelings he’s had about Minji coming back. He stalled at the entrance of the dining room, despising the ugly feelings swirling inside him. His mother gestured for him and Jin to sit. Yoongi sat across from his mother, wanting to stay as far as he could from Mingi who refused to acknowledge them. Jin was kind enough to take the seat next to Minji, blocking her from directly seeing him.

“Well,” his mother mumbled, “Thank you for coming, Yoongi. Though this is a family matter, I’m not sure why Seokjin is here.”

Yoongi could feel Jin twitch beside him, his mother was never one to verbalize her dislike of his friends, not to their face at least. He reached over, grabbing his brother’s hand to give him the courage he’d been lacking. “He’s here because I asked him to,” he responded. “Is that a problem?”

Yoongi could see the slight crease on his mother’s brow, of course it’s an issue, she doesn’t want Seokjin witnessing her guilt trip him into submission. “I did say it was a family matter. Seokjin”, his mother said, “You’ll have to pardon my son, this a private matter between us, but you are more than welcome to wait for Yoongi outside.”

Yoongi tightened his grip on Jin’s hand, “He’s staying.”

His mother, clearly irritated, grumbled, “Fine, let the whole world know about your problems then.”

Minji sat still next to his mother, completely silent. She looked exhausted, nothing like the stubborn woman who had spent the last few days turning his life on its head. She refused to make eye contact with himself or Jin, choosing the very bland dinner table to focus on. It upset him, even now she hid from the consequences of her actions. This is what he wanted to avoid, Hani didn’t need someone with such a lack of self awareness.

“Why am I here,” Yoongi asked, “And why is Minji here?”

Minji stiffened next to his mother, watching as she leaned closer into her space. “We are here, because Minji wants to meet her daughter,” his mother answered. “It is her right as the mother of my granddaughter. So, you will bring Haneul here and she will spend the day with Minji.”

Yoongi’s heart stopped, “What?”

“You will bring Hani here so she can spend time with Minji, it’s her right as her mother. Goodness, Yoongi, weren’t you listening,” his mother scoffed.

“No..”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated, Yoongi could feel Jin give him reassuring squeezes, he was on his side. “Minji doesn’t have any rights, so she will not meet her.”

Minji’s gaze grows distant, while his mother’s focuses, “As her mother it is her right. For goodness sake Yoongi, she carried and birthed that girl.”

Yoongi loudly scoffed, “She signed away her rights before Hani was even born. While she was the one to carry and birth my daughter, she has not raised her. It’s been me this whole time, mom. Where was she when we were discharged?”

His mother’s silence egged him on, “I was on my way home, and she was on her way to the airport. Where was she when Hani was colic, and we were both without sleep? Not there. Haneul’s first shots, her doctors’ appointments, Hani’s first fever? She missed her first steps, and her first words. And during all of that, Minji did not contact me until a few days ago.”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” his mother responded, “What matters is that Minji wants to be here now, she needed to get better back then.”

Yoongi stared at his mother in astonishment, “It doesn’t matter. IT DOESN’T MATTER!”

“Lower your voice, Yoongi, immediately,” his mother chided.

“You’ve repeatedly gotten upset with me over what I do with Hani. You don’t like who takes care of her, you don’t like how I dress her, you don’t like her preschool teacher,” Yoongi said. “You don’t like anything, mom, but you know what, at least I was there.”

“You never listened to me, of course I was worried. But no, you always have to do the opposite of what I tell you,” his mother sneered. “It’s different for Minji, as a mother she should be given more grace. Her entire being changed in less than a year, have some empathy.”

Seokjin exclaimed, “Ha!”

Mrs. Min turned her focus to him, “Is something amusing you Seokjin? Does anything of this appear as a joke to you?”

“Yes, actually,” Jin responded, “How come your own son isn’t getting any amount of leniency? Minji left-”

“This is not something you should be getting involved with Seokjin,” his mother interrupted. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t understand,” Jin taunted, “I saw how much he struggled that first year being a father. I stayed up with him when my son and Haneul were teething. Jungkook and I forced him to rest after weeks of working overtime. He slept for a full day. I’ve prepared meals for him because I know he has a hard time eating during work. Hani spends so much time with my son and I, to the point that the children have to see each other daily. We’re not blood, but we’ve been there for her more than Minji has.”

“You said it yourself, you’re not blood,” Mrs. Min retaliated. “Haneul is Minji’s daughter, therefore she matters more.”

Yoongi scrutinized his mother, “Don’t say that! Seokjin and Jungkook have always been there for me. I’d trust them with my daughter any day, because they love her. Haneul trusts them as well, which isn’t something I can say about Minji.”

“Because you haven’t given her the opportunity to prove herself,” his mother retorted. “How is Hani going to know her mother? Minji should be prioritized.”

Yoongi, and Seokjin gawked at Mrs. Min, how could she say this? “Why,” he questioned. He slumped in his seat, completely baffled at his mother’s boldness. “Mom, she didn’t want her, from the beginning. I respected her choice, we talked and we agreed that I would keep Hani. Minji signed away her rights six months into her pregnancy. She never even held her. So, why should she be prioritized when she never prioritized Haneul?”

“Minji was sick. Yoongi, please, stop being selfish. Bring Haneul, and that is final,” his mother angrily responded. She was becoming disheveled, fidgeting in her chair, and tapping her nails on the kitchen table. Why was this such an issue to his mom, but not to Minji? She had yet to speak up, hiding behind his mother’s temerity.

Yoongi turned towards Minji, ready to unload what he’s been holding back, “Are you going to continue hiding behind my mother? You’re not exactly selling the ‘longing birth mom’. I need to hear it from you, Minji. How have you changed? Have you gotten the help you needed? What were you thinking in regards to visiting?”

His mother sighed angrily, “Minji has changed, Yoongi, she’s also gotten help. As for the visits, they will happen in my home. Haneul will spend time with us, and Minji, which will be good for her.”

“Shouldn’t Minji be the one to respond,” Seokjin asserted. “She hasn’t told us once what she wants.”

Mrs. Min turned to Minji, gesturing towards her, “Go on.” Minji kept her gaze down, mumbling her response so low, not even Yoongi’s mother could comprehend her.

“Speak up, Minji,” Jin remarked, “And clearly, as well.”

Minji tensed, clearly wanting to avoid speaking up, “I want to see her. I want to meet her.”

Yoongi grew frustrated, “You want. Want, want, want. Why do you only say want? She’s not a thing, Min, she’s a little human that is aware of what is happening around her. What am I supposed to tell her about you? She's still little, so she doesn’t know the truth. If you can’t commit to getting to know her, and staying in her life, then you cannot meet her. I can give you copies of a couple of her baby pictures, but that’s it. So, what are you going to do?”

“I,,I,,” Minji stuttered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I just want to meet her. Like your mother said, "I gave birth to the baby, I deserve to see her.”

Yoongi was further annoyed, “I’m not letting a stranger be alone with my dau-”

“Hani is not just your daughter,” his mother said, cutting him off.

“Hani is only my daughter,” Yoongi responded with conviction. “How many times do I have to repeat that? She never did any of the parenting. For fu..-goodness sake, mom, she hadn’t reached out before. I waited as long as I could, it wasn’t fair to Hani for me to wait for her, when Minji was the one that decided to leave.”

Mrs. Min’s brow scrunched in exasperation, “How many times do I have to say that she was sick, Yoongi. I am tired of this conversation. Haneul deserves to have both parents in her life, just like any other child. She will meet Minji, end of discussion.”

Yoongi rose from his seat, “Why are you doing this? I’m your son, mom, you should be supporting me and loving me, but all you’ve been doing is hurting me. I haven’t slept properly in days, because of all this.” He sighed heavily, holding back the need to scream out. “Hani,” his voice cracked, “I have refused to allow Hani out of my sight, because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing to me like aunty Chae did to Yoona. I don’t know if you’ll try to take my kid away from me when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

His mother was visibly furious, she almost looked insulted that Yoongi was questioning her. “Do you know how hard I worked for you to have a stable home? I gave you everything I didn’t have Min Yoongi, and I will not watch you destroy what I have built.” She looked over at Minji, her eyes softening. “She deserves a family. My desire to give her a family should not be questioned. It’s what’s best for her.”

Yoongi stared at his mother in disbelief. He looked over to Minji, who was avoiding making eye contact with him, and had yet to speak to him directly. Hell, she wasn’t even the one that arranged this, his mother was the one to reach out. “Are you doing this because of her,” he accused.

His mother glared at him, “Excuse me?”

“Are you doing this because of her,” he repeated. “Are you doing this because of Minji? Mom, how much more can I show you that I love my daughter? I take care of her, I give her all the love and support she needs. And she has adults in her life that love her and care for her. She’s never gone hungry, or cold. I’ve been the one that stayed up with Haneul since she was a newborn. I was the one who’s taken off of work to care for my sick daughter. I’ve been the one that’s been there the whole time, not her. How can you sit there and support her when she hasn’t done a thing to show she’s able to handle the responsibility? You’ve said so yourself, being a parent is a responsibility and it should not be taken lightly.” He couldn’t believe it, did his mom really not see anything wrong? “Why,” he croaked, “Why are you favoring her, when she hasn’t been here mama? Did she ask you to be on her side? Have I really done so bad as a parent that you’d rather give my daughter to someone who’s never wanted her from the beginning.”

The sound of skin hitting skin rang explicitly through the small kitchen. Yoongi could feel himself leave his body. He watched as Jin sprung out of his chair, and immediately pulled him back. His old friend guided him into the car. He watched as his mother gazed at him in numb detachment. Minji was sobbing in her chair, overwhelmed at how quickly things shifted. Yoongi could feel throbbing pain, but he couldn’t pinpoint what ached more, his heart or his cheek.

Seokjin drove them home in silence. He came close at every yellow light, and as far as he knew, texted only once at a red light. Yoongi doesn’t remember much past Jungkook meeting them in the parking garage. He doesn’t know how he ends up with an alarming amount of bottles, at six a.m. His eyes ache, and his stomach is swirling unhappily with the contents from the night before. He lays face up on his living carpet, Jin on his left, wrapped in Hani’s favorite blanket. While Jungkook was at his right, using his kitchen towel as a pillow and a jacket as a blanket. The aches have lessened, but the feeling of emptiness still stands.

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eddie munson and the five love languages *:·ﾟ✧ back to masterlist

pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x fem!reader wc *:·ﾟ3.7k warnings *:·ﾟ18+ minors please do not interact! mentions of kissing/making out, dry humping/thigh riding, oral (both f and m receiving), dirty talk, praise, slight public play, p in v penetration, nothing too detailed really, literally a whole hodgepodge of things :) an *:·ﾟfirstly, thank you so much for 300 followers! omg i had like less than 20 when i first started posting my fics, so i am hella appreciative for all the love i've received for them- it literally makes me wanna cry. anyways,, this is kind of my take on a lil character analysis of eddie munson and how he would handle the different love languages, with a hint of nsfw elements for each. definitely considering doing this same thing for steve harrington, so if anyone is interested... let me know :) i hope i did these + the character justice; it was hella fun to write this! mostly unedited, so if anything jumps out at you while reading please let me know! any and all feedback is greatly appreciated

i. physical touch

eddie loves having his hands on you at any time of the day, so if your love language is physical touch, you're in luck (because his is too.) on the days when you decide to sleep over at his trailer, you'll always wake up to being spooned by eddie, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and one of his legs pushed between yours. even when it's too hot to cuddle, eddie always manages to find a way to press some part of him against you; be it his toes touching your foot or his knee lightly against your back or even his pinky barely brushing against yours.

when you're getting ready, eddie always slinks into the bathroom with you, making some excuse about needing to brush his teeth or hair or something. he learned how to do everything one handed while his other is placed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing against your shirt lightly as his eyes focus on you. more times than not, this turns into him wrapping both his arms around your waist, his face pressed against the crook of your neck.

when in public, eddie either has one of his hands in your back pocket, of his fingers will be hooked into the belt loop of your pants, or his hand will simply be entwined with yours. usually, one of your hands is going to be placed similarly; you'll have your arm wrapped around his back, hand in his jean jacket pocket, or your fingers will fiddle with the belt he always wears, or the rings adorning his hands. but your favorite place for your hand would have to be in his, and vice versa. the two of you have even created a little code while holding hands; one squeeze means i love you, and two squeezes mean i know.

eddie does especially well with showing his love for you by physical touch when the two of you are getting intimate. this boy could be suffocated in your body, and he'd be grinning the entire time. every time your kissing gets a little hot and heavy, eddie will either do one of two things; he'll either move so that he's lying on top of you, absolutely no space in between your bodies while he presses his hips flush against yours, his hands either in yours or resting on your hips or holding up your thighs. or he'll position the two of you so that you're the one on top, straddling his waist with your thighs. he'll keep one of his hands on the small of your back, fingers spread against your shirt (or skin) as he helps guide your hips into his, and his other hand will either be resting at the back of your neck, guiding your mouth against his, or resting on the front of your neck, fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly as he commands your body.

he always, always, takes the time to kiss and lick across your entire body it seems, which in turn always leaves you flustered and whimpering for more. eddie munson is a lot of things, but the one thing he definitely is, is a certified pussy eater. the man could go down on you for hours, and he would get so drunk in your taste that it becomes a sort of drug to him. this is where the suffocating would happen, because eddie absolutely loves when your thighs wrap around his head while he's going down on you. once again, his fingers are usually intertwined with yours, and he rests them on your hips, keeping you pinned down as he licks and sucks every inch of your dripping pussy.

sometimes, he'll even move your legs around his next because he knows you're hesitant to, and you'll worry for a second about his breathing abilities, but he always manages to make you forget it with a swipe of his tongue.

ii. words of affirmation

eddie munson is very good at giving out verbal praise, even though sometimes he doesn't even realize he's going it. that wasn't something he received a lot around his parents, that is, until he moved in with his uncle, and so in a way, he always tries to make sure that others are receiving what he never did. and so while he never really realized that was something he did, when he learned the affect it had on you and how much you appreciated it, he ramped it up.

even with the most miniscule things, eddie makes sure to give you that praise. you passed the history exam you were stressing out over? "i knew you could do it, babe. you're so fucking smart it's ridiculous." you stay up late helping him come up with campaign ideas even though you don't fully understand the topic just yet? "i couldn't have done this without you, princess. you'd make a wonderful dungeon master someday, thanks to my teachings." you bought any type of new clothing? "holy shit, that looks amazing on you! you know what, though? i bet it would look even better on my floor." (that one is always accompanied by a wink, but he makes sure to show you how beautiful he thinks you are later.)

he lays it on thick when he's high, especially when he's high. he always gets so peaceful when he's under the influence, and most times, when the two of you smoke at his trailer or in your room, he props himself up on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles with his fingers steepled against his chest. you always think he's fallen asleep; he just sits so still and is so silent for the longest time. and then he'll randomly just open his mouth and it's just, "i'm so lucky to have you in my life, y/n," or "my favorite thing in the whole world is the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard," or "i love you so fucking much."

this very easily translates into the bedroom for him, too, as he is always very verbal when the two of you get together. that was how he realized how impacted you were by his praise in the first place; it was one of the first times you had gotten together, where everything was still kind of new and there was a lot of fumbling on both ends. you had been on your knees in front of him as he sat on the couch, his hand threaded in your hair as you sucked his cock into your mouth. as you moved up, tongue running along the underside of his length, you let your teeth graze his shaft ever so slightly, which made eddie practically melt. "oh, jesus christ, princess. you're so good at this, yeah? it's like your mouth was fucking made to take my cock," he muttered in between moans, and his eyes had almost been shut, but he didn't miss the way your eyes brightened at his words. he didn't miss how you almost doubled your efforts into pleasing him, deep throating him for the first time that night.

his praise always come with a bit of possessiveness too, but you don't mind. you hear it every time you're kissing, his thigh pressed against your core as his hand helps your grind against it. "that's it, baby. use my thigh to get your needy little pussy off. you're doing so good, princess. i can feel you fucking soaking my thigh, jesus." you hear it every time he's down between your thighs, his tongue gliding through your folds. "your little pussy gets so wet, doesn't it, baby? drippin' all over my bedsheets just because i was kissing that pretty neck of yours earlier, huh? it's okay, princess. you taste so fucking good, i don't mind cleanin' you up." you hear it every time he thrusts his cock into you, fingers gripping the fat of your inner thighs as he spreads your legs wider. "fucking hell, baby. your pretty pussy takes my cock so well, like you were fucking made for me. god, you feel so good around me."

you hear it all the time, and you never get sick of it.

iii. quality time

some of your previous partners had made you a little self-conscious, what with you always wanting to spend not all (but most) of your time with them. they thought it was clingy in not the best way, even though you would've been satisfied just sitting on the couch together doing your own respective things, so initially you had been hesitant to express that to eddie. but eddie munson is a bit of a clingy individual himself - and i say that in the best way - so if your love language is quality time, that is not an issue for eddie. he thrives being around those he loves, and he always, always, gives them his undivided attention, which is exactly what you need.

it started slowly, with you asking if eddie would like to go to the record store with you after school. then that became a weekly ritual, and you felt comfortable enough to start asking eddie to stay the night with you. he picked up on your hesitance, though, and immediately took control of the situation. soon, you were involved in his d&d campaigns; spending many afternoons together at one of the picnic tables in the trailer park while discussing the many, potential sadistic moves he could throw at the boys. and then you were attending the campaigns, even though you weren't officially a member of the hellfire club. you sat perched next to eddie on his throne, and you always made sure to bring homemade cookies, which kept the others from complaining. and before you knew it, you and eddie were doing nearly everything together after school.

eddie never wanted to make you feel like your previous partners had, so he tried to keep things interesting. once a week, he planned an extravagant date night for the two of you. he'd take you to enzo's and treat you to dinner, and then a stop at the record store was absolutely necessary. he'd let you pick out a new cassette, and then the two of you would drive up to the edge of a small cliff that looked over the town of hawkins while listening to it. sometimes you'd smoke, sometimes you wouldn't, but you always spent that time talking about anything under the sun. or, if the two of you didn't really feel like going out, he'd order pizza from the local shop in town, and while you were waiting, you'd go look at family video. you'd both pick movies, laughing at how vastly different the two genres were, and then you'd spend the night in his trailer, cuddled up on the couch after eating and binging the two movies. his uncle wayne even joined you halfway through the second movie, when he got home from his shift at the plant.

but your favorite moments with eddie where when it was just the two of you, doing the most mundane things together. the afternoons were you'd both be sitting on the bleachers going over the chemistry homework. when wayne needs eddie to pick something up from the grocery store and you tag along, holding his hand as you walk through the aisles as he mutters to himself to remember. when you're both laying on the bed, reading, and you can hear the sounds his pencil makes against the pages as he makes note of a quote he likes before he goes back to chewing on the end of the pencil.

most of the time, though, eddie, being the man child he is, will always try to turn those moments into something a little explicit. you'll usually be the only two on the bleachers outside, but the football players and cheerleaders might be practicing on the field below, getting a head start for the season to come. he always moves to the step below yours, angling his body so that he can cover you from their view. you think nothing of it, until you feel his fingers trail up your bare leg before ghosting over the hem of your skirt. his light touches soon turn into his fingers brushing across your panty clad pussy, making you suck in a moan as he gently runs his fingers along the seam, pressing it into your core. sometimes, he gets brave enough to slip his fingers underneath the material, swiping his fingers between your folds and moaning when he discovers how wet you for him already.

and when you're back in his van after grabbing whatever it was that wayne needed, he'll pull you onto his lap before you can buckle, swallowing your yelp of surprise with his mouth as he kisses you roughly. he can't take his time during these moments, as his uncle is expecting you both back at his trailer soon, but these moments are usually for your pleasure more than his anyways. he wastes no time digging his fingers into your hips as he helps you grind against him, his mouth going down to your neck, teeth nipping gently at your skin as you rock against him until you come.

but those moments when you're alone in your room, both lying on the bed reading, those are the moments when he can take his time with you. he's a huge tease, and so he'll start by lazily running his fingers against your arm or your leg, whatever's closest and baring the most skin. and then he'll get a little more handsy, either slipping his hand up the back of your shirt and caressing your skin lightly or nudging aside the bottoms of your pants and running his fingertips against the band of your panties just ever so slightly. by that point, you're sick of the teasing, and so when you toss down your book to the floor, he's immediately on you, flipping you onto your back and capturing your mouth with his.

yeah, those are your favorite moments with eddie.

iv. receiving gifts

now eddie munson may not be the richest man in hawkins (or in general, let's be honest) but he absolutely loves spoiling you with gifts. and when he finds out that receiving gifts is your love language? oh, yeah. spoiling you makes his dick hard, so there's no doubt about it that he'd put in the work to do so.

when you first started dating, even before he knew, he was always giving you little gifts. most of the time, it was something as simple as a flower he may or may not have cut from someone's garden. he loved the way your eyes lit up when he told you he had a surprise for you, and that was enough dopamine for him to continue bringing you little things. it graduated from stolen flowers to flower bouquets when he had the money, and he loved how you reacted the same despite the obvious difference. it wasn't necessarily what he got you as a gift that made your heart feel full, it was simply the fact that he had saw something and thought of you.

this progressed as your relationship grew. even though you weren't a member of the hellfire club, there's no way you could date eddie munson and not be somewhat involved with the game, and so his one big splurge was on a set of dice for you that matched his, so that you could practice whenever you wanted to, which you did. eddie also took note of how often you commented on his guitar pick necklace, and how often your fingers found he rings adorning his, and so he took it upon himself to make you your own necklace with one of his guitar picks. this gift made you absolutely swoon, and it led to you telling eddie you loved him for the first time. then, as a sort of promise ring, he gifted you a small silver band with a black gem situated in the middle - a ring that fit your style while also heavily resembling one of his. and you loved it; wore both pieces of jewelry every day since.

there were definitely times, though, when he gave you gifts that were more for him than anything else. there was an adult book shop right at the edge of town that sold much more than just books, its whole upstairs section carrying nothing but different type of lingerie, and at least once a month eddie would stroll into your bedroom, hands behind his back with a wicked grin on his face. you'd instantly know that a little black bag was clutched behind his back, and your face would heat up in a blush, eager to see what he would've brought this time.

more times than not, it was just a lingerie set he had been dying to see you in (and out) of. he'd hand you the bag, watching you keenly as you'd pull the garments out with your eyes wide. they always varied in color, but mostly he stuck to a theme - black, red, white, and occasionally a baby pink color. and then, after you examined the clothing, he'd tilt your chin up with the tips of his fingers and kiss you lazily before ushering you into your bathroom, spanking your ass slightly when you turned around. he'd situate himself on your bed, leg bouncing from anticipation, and each time you came out of the bathroom, he'd have the same reaction; his leg would stop, his hands would grip the bedsheets around him, and his mouth would part ever so slightly as his eyes took you in.

you never did last long in the lingerie after that.

v. acts of service

people may not really realize it, but eddie munson is constantly doing things for others just for the sake of doing them. he goes out of his way to open the door for people, is always checking that his friends have what they need and is always offering to go grab whatever they don't, takes the worst looking apple so that dustin can have the best looking one. eddie may look scary, but he has such a good heart when it comes to others; he just wants to help.

and that's what he tells you when he suggests that he can run your errands instead, when you're stressed about having enough time to study for one of your finals. "i just wanna help you out, princess. let me go grab those things for you, okay?" and your heart will melt, and you'll nod your head and receive a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. eddie provides no shortage of acts of service for you, because really all he wants to do is take care of you. he's so willing to do whatever he can to help you out that sometimes it amazes you. eddie's the type of boyfriend who would not even hesitate in going to the store to buy you tampons. will he be slightly embarrassed when checking out? of course. but does that stop him? not in the slightest.

he'll never admit this, but he secretly loves it a little when you get stressed out, only because he knows that'll be his time to shine. the second he notices your leg bouncing under the table while working on a project, or when he catches you picking at the skin around your nails when reading a textbook, he'll immediately jump into action. he's got it down to a system; he'll make up some excuse about needing to run to the store for something or other, casually asking you if you'd want anything. you always answer no, too focused on whatever you're doing to fully register what he's asking you. but in the end, he always comes back with your favorite chocolate and a something else you needed but didn't realize; a new pack of sharpened pencils, more lavender bubble bath mix, the toothpaste you meant to pick up earlier but forgot.

eddie's always making sure your car has gas in its tank, that you never forget to bring your lunch (he either packs extras or he just buys you some food from the vending machines). he even helps you making flashcards for exams, and in a way, that helps him study too. he's always doing things for you without you ever even asking, and sometimes you don't pick up on it, but most of the time, you realize what he's done by the grin he gives you, and you suddenly become less stressed and more appreciative.

and this kind of translates into the bedroom, too, as eddie always, always, always, makes sure that you come at least once before he does. be it by his fingers, his tongue, or even his thigh, he always puts you first so that he doesn’t have to worry about it after (because let's be real, this man will immediately fall asleep after he comes...). his favorite thing to do though, especially when you're stressed out, is having you ride his face until you simply can't stay upright. it usually starts while you're at your desk, leg bouncing as you focus on making something perfect, and the noise of your feet tap tap tapping away on the floor makes eddie lose his mind. he'll stand up from wherever he's sitting, smacking his hands against his thighs in a way that makes you jump. "that's it, princess. you need to wind down," he'd say, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the bed.

sometimes you try to protest it, but eddie just shakes his head and completely ignores you as he starts to take your clothes off. there isn't anything necessarily romantic or intimate about it initially - eddie views it, in part, as something that simply helps you relax. i'm doing it for you, he'll remind you, his voice muffled against your wet skin as his fingers dig into your waist. if eating your pussy until you pass out is considered helping, then so be it; eddie will do whatever is necessary.

that's just the kind of guy that he is.

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creme-delacreme · 3 years ago

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Hiii!!! Love your writing. I feel like once Jack get a girl he’d be obsessed with her (in the best way possible), always having to touch her and always trying to make her laugh. I’d like to request something where Jack is with his girl and his friends (can be at any setting) and they are making fun of him a little for being whipped. Jack and his girl have hella inside jokes and are visibly in love with each other. And then after one of his friends tells her he’s never seen Jack like this about anyone. Give me all the fluff please 🥺 I’m in my feels

Your love is my medicine

Note: no warnings just fluff. First attempt at second person fic writing. Feedback is always appreciated🫶🏽

To say Jack Harlow was in love is an understatement. Watching his interviews, ig stories and lives would tell you so much more. Y/n is a drug. And Jack always needs his fix

“J.” You say all sing songy in hopes of waking your boyfriend.

“Jack.”

“JACKMAN!”

“IM AWAKE!” He shouts, falling off the bed. “Good morning handsome. We got breakfast with PG in an hour. I figured I’d let you have your beauty sleep. So I utilized the time and got ready myself.” You announce. He pulls himself off the floor and makes his way to you. “Ugh. Thank you mama. Gimme some kisses.” He tries grabbing at you but you dodge. “Morning breath.” You groan. His face changes as he rolls his eyes. “I don’t give a damn. C’mere.” You roll your eyes and comply. He kisses you three times before finally getting ready. “ONE HOUR!” You shout before heading to the living room.

“Alright mama. Let’s get outta here.” Jack says coming down the stairs. You push yourself off the couch and stretch. “You are so fine! Oh my goodness.” Jack exclaims, grabbing you. He engulfs you in a hug and rests his face in your neck. “I love you.” He finally says. “And I love you J.” He kisses your hands and leads you out the house. “Thank you my love.” You smile as he opens your door. He buckles you in before placing 3 more kisses on your lips. “Priorities.” He mumbles before closing your door. Your heart swells as you watch him jog around the car and buckle himself in. “Ready baby?” “Yes.” You hum. He grips your hand, kissing it again as he starts your ride to the restaurant.

“Finally the love birds show up!” Urban announces as you and Jack approach the table. Jack shakes his head as you just laugh. He pulls your chair out for you, getting you situated before taking a seat beside you. “Such a gentleman, Jackman.” Drama points out. You blush as Jack wraps an arm around you. “Only the best for my girl.” He says kissing your head. You look up at him with admiration. He notices and smiles before leaning down, making your lips meet. “I love you.” He mumbles, placing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you more.” You whisper back. Jack smiles and holds you.

Time has passed, meals had been demolished and now everyone is enjoying each other’s company. “I gotta piss.” Jack announces. He kisses you before walking to wherever the restroom was. “You know I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jack so in love. You’ve brought out a new side of our boy.” Nemo says breaking the silence. You smile and blush. “I just really love him. He’s so good to me. I couldn’t imagine being with anybody else.” You confess. “You love me that much mama?” Jack asks, making you jump. “Jackman oh my god.” You breathe out. He laughs. “How are you back so fast? Did you even wash your hands?” You joke, making the table laugh. “Don’t do me like that. You’d love me either way.” He replies. You just laugh and shake your head, knowing he’s right.

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zepskies · 9 months ago

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Omg friend, has anyone told you you're the QUEEN of heartwarming feedback? 🥹 Well you are, Wayne, and I love you for it (that and many things). 💕

Thanks for getting that early-2000s lump of coal stuck in my head, dude 🤣

LMFAO I literally had to look up 2002 hits and found this tragic forgotten angst-rock classic. 😂

(And I'm not surprised that's the first gif that came up. 🤣🤣)

WHAT?! Omg please let Joey be the one to clumsily tell her 😂

LMFAO that would've been a fantastic idea!

Honestly the best way to describe Joey lol

TY 😂 The first thing I notice about Katie is her beautiful big brown eyes.

There he is! My first love and crush 😍 Have I told you that my very first fanfic at thirteen was written about this man? 😆

That's amaziiiing. I wonder where that fanfic is, still out in the world? 😏 (I used to be on FF.net in my early fanfic days lmao) I hope I was able to do your childhood crush justice!

Oh God, Jen! Could you be any more awkward about it? 🙈

LOL this is Jen without some of the growth she got in S6, I think in part due to her relationship with CJ.

Swoon! 😍😍😍

You know me, gotta inject those sappy romcom moments beyond the teen/YA drama cringe. 😘 (A disaster indeed!! lmfao)

Ha! Russian vodka at it's finest. 🫠 Poor, silly Josephine lol.

You nailed Jen there. She'd defnitely come back with a retort like this 🤣

Ahaha thank you! I was a little iffy on writing Jen at first, but this line felt good for her. 🤣 But she was hella petty in this, wasn't she?

He really did say it like that 😂 And why Pacey went out of his way to call him out on it is such an odd thing anyway. Who does that? You sweep shit like that under the rug

Right?! But of course, he did so without meaning to stir up drama. 😂 Poor CJ.

The second one who's petty. Maybe he and Jen are a good match after all... 🙄

LOL CJ's a little on edge, salty and defensive right now (certainly ain't perfect). 😂😂

Their little moment after their fight had me legit in tears 😭 Again, you're making me like him and I really didn't want to lol

Aww, hun!! 💗 I just really love sweet hurt/comfort after an angsty fight. I think I may like it more than regular fluff, and I might have a problem. 😭😂

Omg, Zep, thank you for bringing that disGUSting memory back 😝🤣🤢

Lmfaooo Wayne, I had to. I was rewatching the episode and gagged while watching that part. 🤮🤮 Gus was so fucking gross.

WHAT?!?!!? SHE DID NOT!!!!! NUH-UH!

While I absolutely died reading your reactions (that 70s gif took me out 🤣🤣), we absolutely went there with Jen's drunk ass. I feel like out of all of them, I felt like a bit of wild-child Jen would have the audacity.

My sweet Josephine 🥰 That soothed some of my shock

Ahaha she's a bit childlike while drunk, I thought, which tickled me to write. 😂💕

I love how your readers always have that passive-aggressive fire, Zep 😅❤️‍🔥

I'm realizing this is how I must be as a person. 😂 (I have a...cat-like personality you could say.) Which is probably why unless I'm creating a very specific personality, passive aggressive tends to be my default I'm noticing. 😂 But I love that you love it!! 💞

Damn... Seriously, stop making me fall for this man 👀🔥

I will NOT!

(But seriously, thank you! 😭 I try my best to bring the heat when warranted lol. ❤️‍🔥)

Dear Lord 😂😂😂 He's just going through the whole group, isn't he? Watch out, Joey lol (Although Pacey might punch him again then)

LOL oh God, Pacey'd put him through a wall for that one. Also your comment reminded me of that bit in 70s show, I think either Kitty or Red telling Jackie, "Well you're just going through that whole friend group, aren't ya?" 🤣

“You’re my one exception,” he said.

Aww 😭❤️

Again, I'm a sap and I'm unapologetic about it! 😂💕

This was wonderful, Zep! Funny, dramatic, sweet! 🥹 (Stefon-worthy) You're really making me love this guy (and do a rewatch of DC lmao) 🫶💚

Thank you so much, Wayne, I so appreciate you!! I'm so honored that I could turn your hatred into love for this guy. Because trust me CJ frustrated me at times. 🤣 Yesss rewatch! I did a whole rewatch of S6 for this.

Thank you again for always making me smile from ear to ear (and sometimes cackle out loud) with your lovely comments on my stuff. 🥹💓💓💓

One Exception

Pairing: CJ Braxton x F. Reader

Summary: Joey has invited you to a party at Pacey’s apartment, and CJ has agreed to go, despite the contentious history between him and your new friends. He doesn’t want to be the reason you miss out on a good thing, but it also means he’ll have to hide his apprehension (and his alcoholism).

AN: Here’s the sequel to Good Morning! This story takes place in 6.14 of the show, with a little twist.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Mature themes, but it doesn’t really warrant an 18+ rating. Angst, alcoholism, hurt/comfort, jealousy, fluff, tinge of spice, and implied smut.

“Nice television,” CJ remarked, noting the giant monstrosity in the middle of this very loud apartment.

“See? Told you it’d be low-key,” you said.

More like high and off-key, CJ thought wryly.

Nickleback’s “How You Remind Me” was blaring. People you and CJ recognized from school were crowded in the living room around the TV, as well as milling around the kitchen with beers and solo cups, and it was pretty much a wall of sound that already grated on CJ’s ears. Pacey had to be in here somewhere too.

You squeezed CJ’s hand and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“You okay?” you asked.

He gave you a smile to hide his nerves. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He was no stranger to parties. He just didn’t often find himself going to parties where the host had once introduced his face to a brick wall.

Before he truly got to know you, CJ had a one-time unintentional fling with your (former) dorm roommate, Audrey. She’d been spiraling out of control in an alcohol-fueled depression. He’d seen a kindred spirit in her and tried to help her. He just hadn’t known that she was still sort of in a relationship with Pacey, who had a mean right hook when he wanted to.

And then there was Jen, Audrey and Joey’s best friend. CJ felt the worst for hurting her along the way, unable to reciprocate her feelings…

And, oh yeah, you still didn’t know about that last part.

CJ silently stewed in all of this when you led him by the hand to find your friend and current dormmate, Joey.

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” she said with her wide, doe brown eyes and a too-bright smile.

You gave her a quirking look when you hugged her in greeting. She smelled like vodka and orange juice, but you’d never known Joey to go too hard in the paint with her liquor.

She gave your companion a little wave. “Hey, CJ!”

“Hey,” he nodded with a smile.

“You guys want something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the row of liquor bottles and various chasers behind her on the kitchen counter. You internally paused for a moment, glancing at your boyfriend, but you turned back to Joey with a smile.

“Yeah, Diet Coke would be great,” you said.

CJ gave you a curious look, but he asked for the same. Joey bobbed her head before she went to pour the drinks into some plastic cups.

CJ leaned in near your ear. “Sweetheart, you’re allowed to drink. You know I’ve been to parties before.”

In fact, you and CJ had met at a club party. One where Audrey had been led up to some guy’s room while she was drunk, and CJ had all but broken down the door to get her out for you and Jen.

“I know, I just don’t feel like doing alcohol tonight,” you told him.

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You just didn’t want to risk making CJ even more uncomfortable than he likely already was, being near Pacey. You’d asked Joey to talk to him for you—a plea for him to not try and kill your boyfriend.

And there your esteemed host was, coming over now.

“Heyyyy, good thinking,” said Pacey. He went over to Joey’s side when she turned to hand you and CJ your drinks. He grabbed another cup to pour one for himself.

“Hey, man,” CJ greeted politely. His hands were in his pockets, trying to mask his stiffness.

Pacey hesitated, taking note of CJ, but the beat of tension broke between the two men when Pacey graciously stuck out a hand.

“Hey. Good to see ya…not with my girlfriend,” he quipped with a smile.

CJ’s was a bit more strained, but he gave a wry chuckle along with his handshake. Joey elbowed Pacey in the ribs.

“Ah, what?” he protested. She gave him a firm look, pursing her lips. Then she turned to you and CJ with a smile.

“Hey, you guys have any whiskey?” Jen cut in, as she sidled up to Joey. “I’m not so much in a beer mood, but whiskey I could do. Maybe it’s the burn I’m craving—”

She stopped short when she saw you and CJ. Her smile thinned.

“Oh! Hey, there,” she said.

CJ offered her nod, but his insides tightened. He watched you brighten and give Jen a hug that the other woman couldn’t easily reciprocate. Jen’s eyes were on him, even while she hugged you.

You and Joey then broke off to catch up for a bit (CJ encouraged you to it), while Pacey went back to watching a football game on the mega-sized TV with Jack. CJ was about to join them when Jen’s voice stopped him.

“You guys look good together,” she said. She had a glass of whiskey in her hand and a small smile on her face. Her blonde hair was shorter now, cut just below her ears. Her black halter-style dress suited her.

But she wasn’t you.

CJ smiled more genuinely. “Thanks.”

Jen was a good person. He was still sorry that he hurt her, but he wasn’t sorry for choosing you.

You were happy to see CJ hanging out with his friend David, along with Jack and Pacey and some other guys from school. Meanwhile, you had the chance to catch up with Joey and Jen.

Maybe it would give you a chance to mend this weird rift of distance that had seemed to come between you and Jen in recent weeks.

You didn’t know where it came from, but you genuinely admired Jen as a person. She was smart, and she always spoke her mind and stuck to her principles. That was something you wish you had more of in yourself.

Now, she was a bit quiet while sipping her whiskey. Joey made up for it, with a kind of giggle-snort you'd never heard come out of her mouth before. You raised a brow, despite your smile.

"Yes, Josephine?" you teased.

"Sorry," she waved a dismissive hand. "Just remembered something. Like the fact that I really like vodka. I mean, it's clear, almost tasteless, so it's almost like drinking water, you know?"

You and Jen shared an amused look.

"Sure, that's what it's like," you said.

Joey's eyes went wide then. She leaned in close to you, leaning on your shoulder.

"Oh. Don't drink champagne though," she said, while eyeing Jen. She "whispered" loud enough to be heard over the music, and also hurt your left ear. "She once killed a girl with champagne."

Jen's mouth fell open incredulously. Your eyes went as wide as Joey's. This was some serious “girl time.”

"Wait, what?" you said.

Jen looked at her empty glass. "Well, would you look at that? Right on time."

She escaped to the kitchen to refill her tumbler, but you and Joey followed her; you out of morbid curiosity, and Joey because she too wanted more vodka than orange juice in her plastic cup.

Jen gave you a smirk as she filled up her glass.

"Don't worry, you're all safe. This is Jameson," she said.

You emitted some nervous laughter and leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out where the joke was here. How the hell do you kill a girl with champagne?

“So are you sure you don’t want an actual drink?” Jen asked, gesturing at your soda.

“Oh, no. I’m fine,” you held up a dismissive hand.

“You sure?” Pacey said, coming up from behind your little group to find a beer. “I got your boyfriend a vodka soda. I can get you one too.”

Your eyes widened, though you tried to hide your alarm, smoothing your hands down your jeans.

“What?” you asked.

Pacey paused. He’d caught the surprise flitting across your face. “What?”

“Um…” Your hesitation came from trying to process information in record time. You looked over and saw CJ with David. Your boyfriend was indeed holding a different cup.

You returned your attention to Pacey. His brows were raised. Joey looked confused as well, while Jen was sipping at her own drink, in a way that hinted that she already knew what you were about to say.

“CJ doesn’t drink,” you explained.

Pacey brows popped higher. “Ah. He’s 21 though, right?”

“Yes, but he’s a recovering alcoholic,” you said with a sigh. You didn’t want to have to say that, telling CJ's business, but you didn’t know how else to explain why you were slightly freaking out.

“Oh…uh, sorry about that,” Pacey said.

“No, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it,” you said.

Pacey gave a wan smile and returned to the group around the TV, CJ included. You sighed and turned back to Jen and Joey.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know either,” Joey said.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” you said, shaking your said. “I’ll just check on him, if you guys don’t mind—”

Jen’s glass hit the counter, and she poured herself another whiskey on the rocks.

“By all means, check away,” she said.

“Hey, sorry man. I didn’t know,” Pacey had said to him, with a look on his face that also said:

Sorry you’re a leper. That’s rough buddy.

CJ found himself withdrawing from the rest of the guys, even as the smell of vodka wafted from the solo cup in his hand. He glanced down at it with a short sigh, but he didn’t drink it, even though his hand itched to raise the cup to his lips.

You startled him a little when your hand curled around his arm.

“Hey,” you greeted in a whisper.

“Hey,” he smiled back at you. But the worried look on your face made his smile fall.

“Wanna hang out for a bit?” you asked, nodding at a quieter looking corner of the living room.

CJ waved at David with the hand that held his cup, and he followed you over to the far side of the couch. You sat on its edge, arms crossed, while he found a seat on the sill of a large window.

You pointedly glanced at his cup. “Have you been drinking?”

CJ’s lips pursed. He took in your stance: arms crossed, shoulders tense, lips pursed, eyes deeply concerned and wary.

Are we having fun yet? he thought dryly.

“See, I’d be more inclined to answer that question if you hadn’t lured me over here under false pretenses,” he remarked. Though he did set the cup down beside him on the windowsill.

“What false pretenses?” you asked, your brows furrowing.

“You don’t want to be with me. You want to check up on me,” he pointed out. “You’re looking at me like an inmate who got loose in the psych ward.”

You frowned then. “That’s not true. I’m just wondering why you would take an alcoholic beverage from Pacey.”

“Your friend offered me a drink. It seemed rude to say no, so…” CJ glanced down at his hands in his lap. Your head tilted in concern.

“CJ…” you sighed. “Why the hell would you ruin your sobriety over something like that?”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” he replied flatly.

“Oh really?” you said. Your lips pursed in irritation.

“I just didn’t want to get into it with a stranger,” CJ said, throwing up a hand. “But thanks for telling him that I don’t drink. Now he’s apologizing to me like I’m dying or something.”

A sharper sigh fell from your lips. “I told you we didn’t have to come here. I didn’t want to make you feel pressured to—”

“Again, you know this isn’t my first house party,” he said.

“Yeah, I know it’s not. So why? Why did this happen tonight?” you asked. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been so disciplined with yourself. You have a set of rules, and you follow them.”

“Yeah, well, did it ever occur to you that maybe I realized that I was too strict on myself?” he said. “That maybe we wouldn’t even be together if I didn’t bend those rules?”

Your mouth fell open incredulously, a bit of anger sparking your blood. He knew he shouldn't have said that. It just kind of flew out of his mouth, immediately sparking his guilt.

“Okay,” you snipped. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be bending those rules at all if this is where it leads.”

CJ's lips pursed. “What, because I’ve been sitting here, spending the last hour debating whether or not to take a drink?”

He gestured at the cup beside him.

Your eyes blinked wider, with even more surprise, and a heavy dose of confusion.

“Wait, what? Are you telling me that you haven’t been drinking tonight?” you asked.

“Is that going to magically change all the conclusions you just jumped to?” CJ retorted.

You closed your eyes with a sharp, exasperated sigh. When you opened them again, you frowned at him.

“Uh, yeah!” you exclaimed. "Of course it does, CJ!"

“Well, it doesn’t work that way,” he said. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. Fine. Just like I’ve been trying to find some normalcy with you here. But apparently you find that wildly insulting.”

He was getting wildly defensive right now. You sort of saw where he was coming from, but it was still frustrating. You held a hand to your chest as your heart raced with the force of your relief.

“Look, I’m sorry for assuming. I’m just…I was worried about you,” you said honestly. “I knew coming here might be stressful for you—”

“I can handle stress,” CJ said. “What I can’t handle is you looking at me like I’m a powder keg waiting to explode.”

You raised up placating hands as you glared at him.

“Fine,” you said. “Sorry for being concerned about my boyfriend. I’ll try to curb that behavior in the future.”

At that, CJ’s frustration and anger simmered down, swiftly followed by more guilt.

You got up and blinked quickly, like you were fighting tears as you shook your head. You aimed to get by him, but he got off the windowsill and went for your hand. There was no drunk excuse for his behavior now.

No, this one was all him.

“Hey,” he said, in a softer voice. He looked down at you with softer eyes too. He could see now that you didn’t mean to make him feel less than, like you had to watch him so he wouldn’t mess up in front of your friends. No, you were just genuinely worried about his wellbeing.

You looked up at him warily. He held your hand more securely in his.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I am,” he said, when he noted your raised brow. “I’m really grateful that you care about me. That you’re concerned about me. But I’ve been dealing with this for a long time. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself either, even when we’re out here in the wild.”

A small smile twitched at your lips. You held his hand back.

“Out in the wild, huh?” you quirked a brow. CJ smiled back and brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“I just need you to trust me a little more,” he said.

You nodded, smiling when his forehead gently rested against yours. The ends of his hair tickled between your brows.

“Okay, I’m sorry too,” you said. “Next time I won’t be so quick on the draw.”

You leaned up for a kiss. CJ met you there, sweetly at first. Then he tilted his head and deepened the angle of his lips moving against yours.

“Ooh save that for later,” Joey said, loudly from behind you.

It made you jolt in CJ’s arms. You turned your head and met your friend with a wide-eyed look of confusion. She held an empty wine bottle in her hand and waggled mischievous brows.

“Come on, let’s play.”

You really couldn’t believe that Joey was making you all play Spin the Bottle. For you, it was the stuff of awkward middle school horror stories of the highest form. She’d roped in you and CJ, Jen, Jack, Pacey and their roommate Emma, and Gus, a gross looking guy who was apparently her "fiancé" of some sort.

Gus took the first turn, and got creative with it—giving Joey a nice lick on the cheek.

That’s what you get for making us play this dumbass game, you thought as you laughed.

Joey ended up giving Jack a sweet kiss, followed by him and Emma sharing a little lip-lock, and even Emma and Jen giggling as they came together for a peck.

But when it was Jen’s turn, the wine bottle spun, and spun…and landed on CJ. A chorus of “ooohs” came from the others.

You felt yourself bristle internally. It’s just a game, you reminded yourself. Just a stupid, stupid game.

You patted CJ’s knee and tried to school your face into amusement.

“You’re up, babe,” you said.

He looked a bit uncomfortable when he met your eyes, and then Jen’s. She wore a smile, though she was a little absent in the eyes. She’d been pounding hard liquor pretty much all night.

“All right, CJ. Let’s get this over with,” she teased.

He let out a subtle breath through his nose, but he uncurled his arm from around you so that he could lean over to meet Jen across the circle. Instead of the light peck that he was aiming for, she surprised him by taking his face in her hands and giving him a kiss deep enough to make him taste the burn of whiskey.

He parted from her with a flinch. His eyes blinked wide. A quick glance around the circle told him he wasn’t the only one who was surprised, but you were the only one he cared about. He settled back next to you and felt guilty for your muted disbelief, even though he wasn’t the real perpetrator here.

CJ frowned hard at Jen. She just smiled and crossed her arms around her legs, head bobbing to the tune of the alt rock music playing.

“Damn, Jen,” Pacey said, laughing uncomfortably. “That’s some dedication to the game.”

You were still shocked into stillness. You knew Jen was a bit deep into the bottle, but was she really drunk enough to try and make out with your boyfriend in front of you?

Joey finally dropped her hands from her face (she’d been watching the scene through the cracks in her fingers). She gave you an apologetic look. She was very effing drunk as well, you knew, but not make out with your boyfriend in front of you—drunk.

You finally looked over at CJ, not knowing who you should be more irritated with: Jen for sticking her tongue down his throat, or CJ for letting her.

“It’s your turn, bro,” Gus said. Not that he cared about whoever CJ landed on. He just wanted the chance to kiss another one of the girls. Preferably Emma.

CJ shook his head. “I don’t think I—”

“Go ahead,” you said. Your tone was a challenge, as were your crossed arms, and the tight expression on your face. “It’s just a game, right?”

That last part, you aimed at Jen. She finally had enough self-awareness to avert her drunken gaze. Your teeth were grinding.

Though you had to pause when you realized where CJ’s spun bottle had landed: right on you.

“Aw, well that’s good,” Joey said, with a nervous laugh that broke some of the tension in this little circle.

CJ let out a subtle breath of relief himself. But this was a whole new challenge as he met your steely gaze. He tried to give you a smile.

Your eyes fell. So with a small sigh, he gently took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to him, just before he leaned in to kiss you.

He plied you softly at first. His lips dragged against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. Then he angled his head away from the circle, away from prying eyes as he brushed his tongue across your lower lip, seeking entrance. You inhaled deeply, and you couldn’t help but let him in.

You uncrossed your arms and found his cheek with your hand. Your fingers soon delved into his hair, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck. He barely restrained a shudder.

“Ah, okay then,” Pacey muttered.

When you parted from CJ, your heart was racing, and there was a fire in your belly that you could see reflected in his eyes.

“I’m a little thirsty, you wanna…” he trailed. You nodded and let him help you off the ground where you all had been sitting.

CJ’s arm once again wrapped around your waist, and he led you into the first bedroom he could find. The door shut against the blaring music, the sounds of laughter and stories and dumb middle school games.

Until all that was left was you and CJ, and the sounds of quick breaths, clothes hitting the floor, and skin against skin.

“I’m sorry about earlier. With the game,” CJ later said. “Jen took me by surprise.”

Much later, where you were tangled up in his arms and the sheets, both of you mostly naked and tucked under the covers. You felt bad that you didn’t even know whose bedroom this was.

Jack’s maybe? You could only hope so. That would probably be the least awkward situation if you two were caught in here.

But at CJ’s question, your blissful mood of moments before was wiped away. Your face dropped into a frown. You turned in his arms so that you could see his face, resting your head on his arm.

“Yeah, what the hell was that with Jen?” you asked.

CJ soothed a hand up and down your arm. He knew it was time for him to come clean with you, even though he knew it might make you look at him differently. He could only hope that it wouldn’t.

“Before you and I started talking, dating—well, you know what happened with me and Audrey,” he said, expelling a breath of regret. “Before then, Jen had feelings for me.”

Your eyes widened. By now you could’ve guessed that Jen wanted your boyfriend, but you had no idea it had started way back then. CJ looked you in the eyes.

“I just didn’t feel the same way,” he said. “Then Audrey and I happened, just the one night. But Jen…I know I hurt her, and I felt terrible. I still feel bad about that, because I never meant to hurt her. I just thought Audrey and I had a connection.”

“And then Pacey,” you supplied, realizing where this story was headed. A fight between Pacey and CJ. Audrey left for rehab in California. And Jen was left to nurse her wounded pride and hurt feelings…especially when you and CJ began for real.

You closed your eyes on a sigh. This explained why she’d been so frigid to you lately.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” CJ said. “I didn’t want to come between you guys, or hurt her more by pursuing another one of her friends…I just couldn’t help falling for you.”

At that admission, you softened. You caressed CJ’s cheek, and you brought him down to you for a kiss. Again, it was slow and unhurried, yet no less passionate.

Your lips parted from his first, so you could meet his eyes.

“I’ll talk to Jen,” you said. “But…I’m glad I fell for you too.”

You and CJ shared a quiet moment then, each of you processing, hands intertwined. It had you thinking about everything he said tonight, even before the game.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. Fine,” he’d said. “Just like I’ve been trying to find some normalcy with you here. But apparently you find that wildly insulting.”

You sighed and squeezed his hand. It was comfortably trapped between his bare chest and yours.

“Just for the record, you don’t have to be ‘normal’ for me, or be what you think I want around my friends. Just be you,” you said, meeting his green-eyed gaze. “I do trust you, CJ. I trust that you want to be with me, and that you have a handle on yourself.”

CJ smiled ruefully. He ran his thumb across the back of your hand.

“You were right though. The truth is I did get a little nervous tonight,” he said. “Being here, seeing Pacey…it brought up all that drama again. I took that vodka soda from him, and I was thinking about drinking it.”

“But you didn’t,” you said firmly. “Because you’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know.”

CJ looked down at your hand joined with his, at your face, set with honesty and vehemence. You seemed to believe every word of what you were saying. That alone made him feel strong.

“Thanks,” he said with a smile.

It hadn’t been all that long, but he knew this felt right. It always felt right with you.

You smiled back at him and leaned up for a sweeter kiss.

“Thank you for bending your own rules for me,” you teased.

CJ chuckled. He stroked your cheek and pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“You’re my one exception,” he said.

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bokuroskitten · 3 years ago

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ lamb to the slaughter

pairing: Shinigami Hanma x Fem! Reader

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, Dark Content, monster fucking, hanma has devilish features (fangs, long tongue, horns), mentions of death, character death (not y/n), blood, technically dubcon cause y/n is under the influence but y/n is into it, mentions of collaring, humiliation and heavy degradation (skank, slut, whore, bitch), exhibitionism, biting, blood play, spit play, rough sex, choking, objectification, squirting, fucking to the point of passing out.

note: This piece was written for @semisgroupie heaven and hell collab and it is hella late I am so sorry-- it was also heavily inspired by the TR theory that Hanma may or may not be a shinigami. I won't say much more than that cause it involved heavy TR spoilers but it's one of my favourite theories and @t-roki has an excellent PowerPoint on it if you ever need some proof LMFAO. I've never really written anything like this, like this aggressive, so I hope I did a good job! As always, feedback, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

A shinigami's purpose was simple. Bring death onto humans who seemed to be asking for it. There was usually a rhyme or reason as to why a Shinigami was hunting a specific human. Maybe they made a deal with the devil they couldn’t quite meet. Maybe they were playing with fire and didn’t understand that it would bring unwanted attention. Maybe it was simply just their time, leaving one of the many undertakers to finish the job for those stubborn humans who had a date with death.

There were rules to follow, and laws set in place. Even the darkest beings known to man followed principles so things could run smoothly.

All of them but Shuji Hanma.

Chaos. All he wanted was chaos, always. It pumped through his body and seemed to flood through each vein and nerve of the humanoid form he was given when coming to earth. Hanma didn’t follow any strict path. Didn’t seek out specific humans who needed to go. No, he sought out chaos.

A group of teens fighting fist to fist? He found himself in the middle of it, encouraging one to pull the knife that sat in his pocket while breaking the jaw of another with his fist. A man with a revengeful plan? Hanma found himself befriending him, playing the role of “the devil on his shoulder” while leading him down the path of utter destruction.

Hanma didn’t like following the rules, he sought out chaos, and needed to feel the rush of adrenaline that came along with the absolute fear that flashed on people’s faces right before he ended their sad lives. He needed that thrill, needed to hear the screams of the damned and feel their blood splatter across his cheeks as he delivered the final blow.

Everything else just seemed incredibly and utterly boring.

Smearing his bruised knuckle over his busted lip to pick up crusted blood, Hanma’s eyes were still dilated as he stared at the body he had just crumpled in the alleyway. This kill was a bit sloppier than usual, some asshole in the wrong place at the wrong time. The shinigami found himself more irritable today than usual, and this man just so happened to bump his freshly lit cigarette right from his tattooed hand. He didn’t even have a chance to apologize before Hanma had him by the throat.

And yet despite the fresh metallic taste of blood that now lingered on his tongue Hanma still wasn’t fulfilled. There was still this pit forming in his chest, leaving him empty, hungry for something more. His desire for chaos sometimes took longer to fulfil, only something really horrific enough to fill that void–

But sometimes the answer was something much simpler. Sometimes all Shuji needed was a nice, warm hole to unload his desire’s into. That became painfully clear to him when he stumbled from the alleyway, leaning against the dingy brick walls and catching a glimpse of you through the window of the bar across the street.

Although the tacky lights reflected off the glass, blurring out your eyes Hanma saw everything he needed to as you leaned against the bar. Pretty body, heeled foot gently swaying before the tip of your toe tapped the ground, the way the tip of your finger circled the rim of your glass, collecting what Hanma assumed was sugar before you pressed the sweet substance between your glossed lips.

Oh, yea, this was a hunger Hanma was sure that only you could fill.

He fixed himself up, to the best of his ability that is, using the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe away crusted blood from his knuckles before running his hands between his unruly gold and black locks. Although he despised shitty bar lights he was grateful for them now, so the blood that stained his clothes wasn’t as noticeable as he approached you.

He licked his lips when he stood over a head taller than you, his spine chilling with excitement as he leaned down beside you. It was cute that you were so unaware of the monster that loomed over you, his overwhelming presence enough to make some people flee the counter. He only caught your attention when his elbow brushed your own, your eyes lazily travelling up to meet his gaze.

Glassy, wide and innocent, lonely, curious.

Just Hanma’s type.

“Your glasses are broken.” You stated simply, voice laced with a soft hiccup. Hanma licked his canines with an amused huff, pulling the familiar gold frames from his face to check the damage. He was so caught up in you, how your lipstick was a bit smeared and how your hand tensed up around your glass to notice that the bridge of his glasses was indeed broken.

“Good thing I already got a good look at you~” He finally spoke, holding back yet another amused look when his voice alone had your eyes widening a bit, back straightening so you could lean in closer to him. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asked as he rested his chin on his palm, so his face could be only inches from yours. You gave him a meek little nod, his eyes staying glued to yours as he called the bartender over with a simple flick of his wrist.

“Are you here alone?”

“Mhm, wanted to have a little fun.”

That made the corner of his lips twitch “Do you usually have fun alone?”

“No, but the people I usually run into make it fun. Will you?”

Yea, you would fulfil his desires just fine, especially with the way your lashes batted at him, how your fingertips left your glass just to playfully brush over his arm.

“I sure as hell will.”

“What’s your name?”

“Just call me Shuji.”

You were basically asking for it.

It took about ten minutes tops for him to get you to down your last drink, having you leaning up against him nice and pretty before he easily led you out of the bar. He said he was ‘bringing you back to his place’, but the two of you made it as far as that same alleyway with the dead body until Hanma had you pinned against the brick wall.

The two of you had kissed the whole way out, your pretty fingernails clawing away at his black button-up, pulling it free from the confines of the belt it was tucked into. Your teeth were sinking into his bottom lip when he finally grabbed you by the throat and pressed you into the brick, lips turning into a grin when you whined so needily, nails seeming to cling onto him tighter.

“Pretty desperate for a taste of the devil.” He muttered it under his breath, his hand tightening up around your throat so he could watch the subtle panic start to swim in your gaze.

This was routine for him. Once he had his victims secluded, in a corner, so eager to submit themselves despite the clear safety risk, he revealed his intentions, fangs springing free and nails growing sharper, black at the ends.

It was usually when his horns pierced through the flesh of his forehead that people truly started to tremble, their pulse growing fast and skin growing cold right under his claws.

But as he stared down at you, pointed tongue licking a protruding fang and a droplet of blood rolling down his temple due to the newly exposed horn, you didn’t scream. You didn’t run, you didn’t thrash, didn’t cry.

You just continued to stare with those pretty wide eyes, swimming in a hazy gloss. If anything the dim lighting gave way to the curiosity that now pooled over, your fingers making their way to his wrist, the pad of your pretty ring finger seeming to trace over the ‘sin” insignia there.

“Are you a monster?” You asked, not a single shake or tremor in your tone. It remained soft, slurred even.

It made his cock twitch, eyes narrowing a bit before an amused little laugh bubbled between his lips.

“Did you not hear me, skank? I’m The Devil.”

And that he was, a devil disguised in human flesh, a devil designed to feed off the endless chaos that came from human idiocy, and a devil who needed to sometimes blow a load in the prettiest thing he could get his hands on.

One of his nails snagged under the hem of your dress, and with a quick flick of his wrist, the flimsy material ripped with ease. Your thighs and tummy were exposed, goosebumps rising along your bikini line as his nails traced the lace that lined your panties, focusing on the little bow that sat above your covered pussy.

“Are you scared?” His voice was in a hum, hand tightening up around your throat so your lashes would flutter, so those fat tears in your lashes would finally fall.

He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or pissed when you shook your head no, lower lip becoming tucked between your teeth as your back arched a bit, hips pressing into his teasing touch just enough that his nails pierced the fabric of your panties. He made sure to swipe downwards when he ripped the garment off, enjoying the precious sound of your yelp when his nail grazed your clit.

You would be scared, he was sure of it.

“Cute pussy.” He murmured, keeping a hand firmly planted on your neck as he bent down, and got eye to eye with your cunt. Despite the darkness, he could see how your body reacted to his closeness, how your lower lips were already covered in a layer of arousal, how they fluttered when his hot breath fanned over the little patch of hair you had. His pointed tongue slithered free and ran past your folds, pleased with how your clit was already pulsing with excitement.

“Please…” You whimpered, and when Hanma looked back up at you he was excited to finally see the panic flash over your gaze, the cold sweat you’d develop once you realize you’re about to be used by a monster.

But instead, he was met with desperation, the plea being nothing but genuine as your hips pushed up and off the wall, closer to his face as if beckoning him.

“P-Please, Shuji~”

“Damn, you’re a crazy whore, aren’t ya…” He merely chuckled, standing back up at full height. Curiosity got the better of him and he released the hold on your neck. Maybe this was all some sort of act. You were bound to run, and that would make this fun. A little chase always made these interactions so much more entertaining.

But you didn’t run, in fact as soon as he released your neck you just let out a breath little mewl, lashes lowered as you pushed your tiny frame up against his. He was even more stunned when your fingers began to fiddle with his belt, heavy muscles struggling to undo the thick golden buckle.

“Fuck me.” You said it through a pout, eyes lifting to his horns before back to his piercing gaze.

Hanma was no incubus, he didn’t have the ability to seduce unsuspecting female humans and fuck them until death. He was used to the fight, the fear. Used to taking, forcing submission.

And yet here you were, lips slicked with drool as you finally freed his cock, stared at it with glossed over eyes like it was the most delicious thing you’ve ever seen.

“I think I’m gonna keep you.” Hanma decided, impatience running its course as his right mind snapped back into him. Your little hands were swatted away as he took hold of the fat of your thighs, uncaring that his nails broke the flesh when he hiked up your leg uncomfortably high. You were basically balancing on your tiptoes as he swiped his cockhead through your dampened lips, a dangerously low groan escaping him when you continued to plead in babbles, practically crying for him to put it in. “Keep ya as my cute lil human pet. A sweet fuck toy. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya bitch?”

You would have agreed, but his cock silenced you, all the air leaving your chest in a gasp when he pushed all the way in with one thrust. His hips were flushed against yours, his cat-like eyes dilating at the way your head swung back, at how your lips hung open in a silent scream and how your little fingers dug harshly into his shoulder blades.

That's a pretty face he’d never get tired of seeing.

“Yeaaaaa, m’gunna leash ya up real quick.” He snickered, his lips smothering yours as he started with a ruthless pace. Hanma didn’t know gentle, his hips slapped against yours, cock head bruising up against your sweet cervix and fucking your walls raw. Your little pussy was bubbling at the speed, walls throbbing in a painfully pleasurable way as you cried into his mouth. His tongue slithered down into your throat, claiming every inch of you as his cock showed no mercy, heavy balls slapping against you almost as harshly as his thrusts. You gagged, tears spilling from your eyes when he slowly pulled away.

Strings of drool connected the two of you, and if you weren’t so dumbed out by his cock you would have licked up the strands before they snapped back against your chin, making your face even messier than it already was. He grinned, before latching his lips around your pulse point. You let out a shaky sob as his teeth sunk into you, piercing the flesh so he could finally have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood.

He didn’t let a drop go to waste, going as far as to give the wound a harsh suck before popping off the fresh bite with an obnoxious smack of his lips. There, his mark, teeth indents glistening in spit. His mark to prove you were now his. To use as he pleased, to fuck how he pleased.

Wasn’t that just so thrilling to him?

When your pussy started to flutter around him, your moans getting stuck behind hiccups Hanma hummed in amusement, sin hand gripping your jaw to hold your fucked out face closer to his. Not that you could make eye contact, your eyes were rolled back into your skull, head empty except for the full feeling his cock was able to bring each time it threatened to break past your limits. “Needa cum, my pretty little pet? Gunna cum from being fucked like a slut?”

He takes your groan as a yes, and also takes it as an opportunity to push your cheeks closer together with his hand. He spits directly into your open mouth, some of the drool splatting onto the corner of your lip. He laughs when your pussy flutters again, amusement making his own cock twitch.

Although his pleasure is always top priority, Hanma wants to know how it feels when you break apart on his cock, deciding that that’ll be the deciding factor whether he’ll actually keep you, or slit your throat as soon as this is over. So his hand slithers its way down your body, down towards your clit. You’re so responsive to him, body arched and eyes finally coming to him as soon as his fingertips add just a pinch of pressure to your clit. “O-Oh–! Shuji!” You sob, legs threatening to give out had it not been for his hold on you.

“Fuuuuck–” Hanma moans in response, pleasantly pleased with how you milk his cock tighter with each stroke to your clit. He switches between tapping the sweet bud to rubbing tight circles into it, the actions having you fall apart quickly as you shudder, the bricks behind you certainly leaving your shoulders scratched and bruised from all the thrashing.

“C’mon pet, cum f’me, milk my fuckin cock like a good little bitch.” He’s gritting the words out himself, not used to losing this much of his own self-control from something as simple as human pussy. But you were just so addictive, the feeling of your velvet walls squeezing almost as pleasurable as the looks he always saw before taking someone's last breath.

It was the slap he left on your clit that finally made you unravel, the high-pitched whine you release before your whole body tensed making Hanma’s eye widen. Your arousal is nothing but sloppy as it soaks Hanma’s abdomen, just adding to the blood that already stained his clothes earlier. He’s laughing again, loudly this time as he shoves his sullen fingers into your open mouth, watching with utter glee as you suck off your own filth from his flesh as a real dog should.

“That’s a good pet~♡” He speaks between laughter, allowing himself to continue with rough, messy thrusts so he can fill up. His cum is hot and thick when it finally bursts from him, leaving a pretty little bulge in your tummy that makes him lick his lips. He didn’t even notice you had passed out until he slowly started to slip out of you, watching you go limp and almost hit the dirty pavement. You’re easy to carry, trembles still racking your body as you cling to him even in this state of unconsciousness. He lets his fingers fiddle with your pussy a bit longer, eyes unable to tear away from your raw little cunt, how perfect it looks leaking his seed.

“Round two when you wake up, pet~” He hums before the shinigami vanishes from the alleyway, his new toy held securely in his arms.

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justasmallbean · 2 years ago

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~ Two of a kind ~

Hey lovely Tumblr folk!👋🏼 this is my first attempt EVER at fanfiction so please be kind…. But also I’d appreciate feedback, reblogs and even suggestions or even just some chit chat 🥰 Anyway here’s my introduction/prologue kinda thing.

{Introduction}

Being a spare prince is one thing, but being a spare princess is a whole other thing. Jaeherra’s two elder sisters had always had a part to play in the Targaryen dynasty, Rhaenyra, the heir and future queen, and Heleana to produce more pure Targaryen heirs with Aegon the spare prince. Jaeherra was the fourth child of king Viserys and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Being one of the youngest certainly had it's perks growing up experiencing more freedoms and less responsibilities than her elder siblings but Jaeherra sought a purpose. A Dragon would not sit still confined to the red keep a dragon needed to fly and live with a fierce purpose like no other. If the Targaryens were really closer to gods than human how could a goddess live a life with no meaning?

Herra was not a particularly attractive little girl but had always been a child too firey for her own good. Her birth had been the most difficult of Alicents labors almost killing the queen in the process. She fought back against her older brothers who teased her with a temper and determination far beyond her years. The fire within her had always burned hot. But now after 18 name days that same flame which burned for more to life burned for something, or rather someone else. She has blossomed gaining confidence in all aspects, she had become a proficient dragon rider claiming Grey Ghost at the age of 10 whilst visiting Dragonstone. And Mastered high Valaryian and horseback riding to perfection. She had also grown into her features. Her signature Targaryen hair possessed thick curls like her mother and unlike her other siblings she also inherited their mothers warm brown eyes. Having grown into a striking woman she had attracted the gaze of onlooking men but none interested her in the slightest, that was of course except for Aegon.

Aegon had a wandering eye for almost any woman he could find that wasn’t his wife but he hadn’t taken much notice of his little sister, too busy without his own problems to see the beauty that stood before him every day. That was until she began to rebel against their mother wearing gowns of her own choice, colours and silhouettes that framed her figure perfectly. He hoped she shared the same attraction he had for her but Aegon was used to being let down. So hungry for the love of their mother he sought comfort in the beds of countless whores and maids, but he knew deep down none of them would care for him if he hadn’t been the prince. Not even his wife/sister cared for him wholly; they were in an arranged marriage, there was no love, only their shared duties. When Hella was a younger teenager she’d send Aegon silly little love letters and when he was down or when he had found himself in trouble with their parents. At first it was harmless, childish even; just a little girl who wanted to make her big brother smile. But as time went on something had shifted. Her sweet smiles and silly letters had all but vanished and were replaced with longing glances and flirtatious grins. Was she teasing him? Or did she long for him too.

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frankcastleonlyfans · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄, 𝐋.𝐏

pairing: lee pace x girlfriend!reader

summary: everyone is short compared to lee

words: 699

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

18+ warning

warnings: none!!

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The thing that most people comment about my relationship with Lee is our height difference. Most of the time we don't really care about it, and it doesn't affects us in any way, but, we can't just ignore it. It's there, and it makes it's presence when I'm on tip toes trying to get something from the heightest shelf in kitchen, or when we're on a plane and he doesn't really fit much of the space. Sometimes I call him "big bird" when he is annoying me, and he calls me "shortcake" all the time. Also, when we're walking our dog out people gives us funny looks. And I'm not even that short, I'm 5'4, but everyone is short around my boyfriend's 6'5 tall figure.

It's hella cute to see a big man as Lee, walking a tiny black flat coated retriever on the streets. Even though walking Gus out drives attention, being seen around with me gives people enough to talk about, so we just have been avoiding to get out of the house together. Long enough to people start speculating we broke up. Which is funny, because we just got engaged.

"Gus, go tell your father that dinner is ready," I said to the dog beside me, that went running out of the kitchen.

We're celebrating our "one week engagement", so I made Swedish meatballs with spaghetti for the occasion. I'm not very good at the kitchen, and that's one of the reasons I still ask myself "what have this man seen in me?", but I still try to impress him. Lee on the other hand is a great cooker. I wonder if there's something he can't do.

After I set the table, I poured us some wine and waited for my fiancé while scrolling through my twitter time-line. It's funny to read people's theories about our "possible break-up".

"HI honey, I'm sorry it took me so long," Lee says while walking down the stairs. He comes in my direction and leans down to leave a peck in my lips. "What are you reading?" He points to my phone.

"People are saying you're one of the most eligible bachelors in Hollywood at the moment," I smirked at him and he scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Please, it's only have been four months since we're last seen together. I don't understand how people can jump to that "break-up" conclusion so fast," Lee commented, taking a full fork of spaghetti to his mouth.

"To be fair, you've been only posting pictures of Gus on your insta..." I shrugged.

"It's your fault, shortcake. You say you don't like to exposes us so much," He raised one brow at me.

"Yeah, I don't like to see people saying the same things all the time. It's kinda frustrating having everyone pointing out our height difference in the comments of every single picture of us," I mumbled and he took his hand to meet mine in a supportive way, his thumb caressing the back of my hand.

"I know, I'm sorry baby. You know I would shrink myself for you if I could," Lee said and I snorted, sipping from my glass of wine.

"You're so silly, big bird" I looked at him with a silly smile on my face.

"And yet, you love me madly. I must've been doing something right," He shrugged and I bit my lip.

"I can think a couple things you're doing just right," I murmured under my breath as I sipped from the wine, and I could feel his burning gaze at me, just as well his wicked smirk.

"Oh, really? Mind to list those things for me?" Lee said in his low voice, putting down his cutlery. I finished my glass, feeling a little more naughty because of the alcohol.

"I could spend the rest of the night listining all the great things you do to me, or... we could just go to our room so I can show you in practice," I bit my lip harder as I pressed my thighs together, and I watched his look getting darker in lust.

"Oh shortcake, I'm about to add some more things to your list."

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buckseb · 3 years ago

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traps and angry confessions

pairings — grant ward x fem!coulson!daughter!reader, featuring, bff!skye x bff!fem!coulson!daughter!reader, and bff!jemma simmons x bff!fem!coulson!daughter!reader

summary — in which, she’s avoiding her feelings and ward all together and their friends take the two agents’ fate into their own hands and decide to trap them in coulson’s office, forcing them to face their unresolved issues.

word count — 6.1k.

warnings — flashbacks, soft!ward, use of pet-names [princess], HELLA angst, fluff, mentions of both reader’s and ward’s separate traumas and past, first meeting in italics and so is the team talking about her behavior, both reader and ward get very heated and angry at each other near the end, SEXUAL TENSION, passionate (HEATED) kisses.

notes — hi! i’ve noticed that there aren’t a whole lot of fics for ward. so, i’ve decided to write my own (since not a lot of the ones i’ve already read/seen have really interested me). anyways, i’ve just started aos (finally! although, i’ve been wanting to start the show for awhile for fitzsimmons and skyeward.) and i just started s3 and i absolutely adore ward! i know a lot of the things he’s done and that he’s hydra (mostly, from spoilers because it’s marvel and we ALL know how obsessed i am with that universe, etc.), but i still love him (and i’m lowkey simping for him!). i truly can’t wait to see more of his character as i finish the show. anyways, i hope to make more fics about him and the same with general kirigan, since i’ve just started (and finished) shadow and bone, and i usually like to write fics for characters for ALL shows i begin and finish (if i end up liking them). also, please forgive me if i get any of the surroundings’ details wrong. after all, i just started the show! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THE MOMENT HE GIVES UP on knocking on her door and the sound of his footsteps finally fade away, [y/n] heaves in a deep sigh of relief. finally.

after yet another one of her decisions to avoid him, ward instantly noticed the distance she had put in between the two of them and kept trying to approach her every time she walked into the same room as him.

honestly, it was not easy avoiding him — when they’re literally colleagues and on the same team, it’s kind of hard to stop going to the places she normally would.

and it truly hurt him when it had crossed his mind that she may have decided that she doesn’t want to be around him. i mean, we all know that — as much as he tries to hide it and act all tough — he’s really just a big old teddy bear with so many sensitive emotions that he tries to hide.

and it didn’t just hurt him to come to this realization; when [y/n] had first realized she was failing to keep her feelings hidden and in check, it broke her to even think about ignoring him.

she may have feelings for him, but he has always been one of her friends, not just a teammate. thus, why she felt like she had to keep her feelings completely hidden and buried.

and the second she began to avoid him? she felt immense guilt and regret for hurting him — that had never been her intention. she wants him to be happy and she hates that she’s causing him pain like that. but, she doesn’t really have a choice. at least, in her head, she doesn’t.

because there’s something else that she fears way more than hurting him; ward finding out the truth.

she’d rather die than admit the truth and ruin what they have. because... surely, he could never love her, right?

after ward had found out about [y/n]’s distant behavior, it wasn’t very long before skye had found out about it, too.

the rest of the team found out about it soon after skye — [y/n] hadn’t been very discreet about her most recent behavior and actions.

skye, being the nosy and clever one of the team, was able to find out before fitz and simmons — although, they’re geniuses and all, they’re only able to figure things out fast enough when on missions.

but, in real life? it took the brilliant geniuses awhile to figure out what ward and skye had first noticed right away.

and coulson and may? coulson may have spent most of the time worrying over his only daughter, but he had his own problems to focus on. and may was too busy brooding and training to notice her friend’s — or rather, teammate’s — weird behavior.

but, one day, while most of the team was relaxing about in the lounge — for once, considering that most of the time, they’d be out on a mission — skye blurts it out

she’d been overwhelmed by the bizarre behavior from her friend for the past week.

and not only did she have a reason to be worried, but it was in her kind nature to be concerned for [y/n].

with a trembling sigh, [y/n] nervously ignores the lingering gazes of some of her teammates — and the burning one of ward’s — as she stumbles over to a cupboard to grab a glass to fill with water.

as he continues to watch her do something as simple as getting water, a cloud of darkness overwhelms him deep in his gut — her ignoring his existence was really getting to him, more than he’d like to care to admit.

after noticing ward’s broken expression, fitz stops talking and moves forward to place a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“mate, you alright?” he questions, still clueless of what’s going on between two of his closest friends, but still noticing the hurt that ward’s clearly trying to hide.

usually, ward’s very good at compartmentalizing his emotions.

but, when it comes to [y/n]? it’s very easy for him to forget that he even needs to act a certain way, in order to hide his true feelings — he doesn’t need to necessarily hide his feelings, but with the trauma he endured as a child, and how he went through his childhood, he’s always felt like opening up was something he just couldn’t do.

realizing where he is and who he’s surrounded by, ward shakes himself out his daze. “i’m fine, fitz.” he mutters, not bothering to even look at him.

the rest of the team’s eyes follow the upset and poor-looking woman’s figure as she hurriedly makes her way back to her room.

sighing, jemma grows quickly frustrated. “does anyone know what’s going on with her? fitz and i have been trying to figure it out, but it’s been unsuccessful. she’s bloody good at not giving out any clues.” she questions, turning to ward, raising a brow at him in question.

“you guys, seriously haven’t figured it out yet?” skye bursts out incredulously, causing a more-brooding-than-usual ward to look up at her confusedly.

fitz and simmons turn to her, sputtering.

“how would you know what’s going on with her?” ward questions in a suspicious tone of voice, brows knitted together.

“did she tell you?” he asks again, trying to figure out how she could know that [y/n] is ignoring him.

everyone stares at her expectantly as she opens her mouth to respond, but closes it again and repeats the action like a fish under water.

“well?” he questions once more, raising a brow at her, causing her to groan in defeat.

“fine! no, she hasn’t told me. you all should know that; she doesn’t like opening up. she thinks it’s weak to be vulnerable. but, i have noticed that she rarely talks about herself anymore and spends most of her time in her room when there’s not a mission she needs to be on.” she states, catching may’s and coulson's attention.

“and have any of you noticed how she’s never in the same room with ward anymore? or how she will race out of a room if he’s there? she’s clearly ignoring him for some reason.” she explains in a obviously-tone.

ward deflates at skye’s confirmation.

he was really hoping to get some answers. too bad he was unsuccessful.

after skye’s outburst about the truth behind the reason why [y/n]’s acting differently, ward forced himself to snap out of his self-pity and tried harder to talk to [y/n], even if it was damn near impossible.

and while ward kept trying — and failing — to get to the bottom of what was going on with his friend, the team, including coulson, began more aware of [y/n] and her behavior.

and skye? well, she set out to speak to her friend.

a knock sounds at [y/n]’s wooden door, startling her and snapping her out of her anxious thoughts about the current situation with ward.

“yeah?” she hesitantly calls out, moving away from the door and smoothing down her hair as she hopes to god that it isn’t ward back to try to talk to her some more.

“hey, it’s skye. can i come in?” the calming voice of her best friend slowly eases her nerves.

“y—yeah.” [y/n] answers uneasily.

as skye opens the door and enters, quickly shutting it behind her, [y/n] shakily crosses her arms over her chest.

“hey. how are you doing?” skye gently asks, moving to sit down on her friends bed.

[y/n]’s brows furrow in confusion. “i—i’m fine.” she stutters, staying frozen in place.

“can i ask you a question, [y/n/n]?” skye asks softly, trying to show her friend that she’s on her side.

“sure, yeah. what’s up?” [y/n] nods, finally moving to sit beside her on the bed.

“you’re avoiding ward. is it because of your feelings for him?” she questions, raising her brows at her.

[y/n] swears her blood runs cold, heart stopping. “w—what?”

“you heard right. [y/n], i’m not going to tell anyone, i promise. but, seriously, i see the way that you look at him.” she states seriously, not ready to let go of her question.

“w—what makes you think that? how would you know?” [y/n] questions, quickly realizing that it’s too late to lie — skye would see right through her.

“c’mon. you look at him like he’s your whole entire world. but, there’s also a nervousness and hesitance there, too. you’re scared that you’re going to do or say the wrong thing, right?” skye explains further more.

“i—i don’t—” [y/n] stutters, not quite fully understanding how she found out.

“—don’t beat yourself up over it. it’s not like it’s obvious to anyone else. not even ward knows that it’s because of your feelings. i think he just thinks that he did something wrong.” skye states gently, trying not to overwhelm her friend with the information as she places a comforting hand on [y/n]’s shoulder.

“w—what? he thinks he did something wrong?” she questions, heart stopping once again.

skye nods.

“how could he think that? he hasn’t done anything wrong and it’s nearly impossible for him to!” [y/n] exclaims to herself in shock.

“it’s not your fault that he’s clueless.” skye says, giggling, obviously choosing now to crack a joke.

a trembling sigh leaves [y/n], not even hearing her friend’s joking statement — she’s too focused on her emotions that seem to be heightening by every passing second, after hearing this new information.

she didn't want to hurt him. but, now that she knows that it’s more than just pain he’s feeling — that he thinks he did something wrong — the guilt and regret quickly intensifies.

tears begin to cloud her [y/e/c] eyes as [y/n] begins to think about their first time meeting, and how she’d do just about anything to go back to that.

a groan leaves the young woman’s throat, rolling her eyes at the worried voice of her father’s on the other side of the phone call as she makes her way to the back of her parked car.

“dad, seriously! i’m going to be fine, alright? i have the training down. and besides! when i’m not out in the field, i’ll be behind a computer and helping out the two other brilliant geniuses you’ve added onto the team and acting as a guide for anyone out on mission.” [y/n] states in a matter-of-factly tone of voice, popping the trunk with her keys and making sure to grab the bags she needs.

“i know that, honey. as much as you’re trained and know exactly what you’re doing, you’re still my daughter — i’m going to worry as much as i want to.” he replies seriously as [y/n] begins to sense the lecturing-like tone of his voice.

“okay, dad. i get that. but, you’re going to be there with me most of the time. so, you can worry about me then. i just need you to trust me, alright?” [y/n] sighs, hoping that agreeing with him will make the worried phone call end faster.

especially, when she and him can easily talk inside what he prefers to call ‘the bus’.

a sigh is heard on his side of the call.

“okay, look. dad, i’m already here and i need to bring in my things. so, i’ll talk to you when i get inside, alright?” [y/n] questions, still balancing her phone in between her shoulder and ear as she tries — and fails — to grab some of her things.

then finally, she’s able to grab each bag and her suitcase, and places them all on the ground, before shutting her trunk gently.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you inside.” he sighs again as [y/n] smiles in victory at getting everything out without any clumsy acts of hers.

she snaps herself out of her little victory-daze. “okay, dad. bye. i love you.” she murmurs and then is quickly taking the phone away from her ear to end the call.

with a sigh, a small excited smile twitches on her lips as she tucks her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

excitement begins to consume her at the thought of doing something that could help people — it’s everything that she’s ever wanted.

the small smile quickly turns into a frown, anxiety easily forming deep in her gut as she senses the nauseous feeling in her stomach intensifying. what if the team doesn't like her? what if she messes up and disappoints her father? what if she ends up getting someone innocent killed?

more anxious thoughts swirl around in her head, causing her to take a few calming deep breaths as she places a hand on the edge of the trunk, leaning forward.

“okay, [y/n]. just breathe. you’re going to be fine. don’t freak out just yet. you can do this.” after stating this to herself, she gets a few judgmental stares.

ignoring the sudden temptation to flee the area — the best that she can — [y/n] takes a deep breath and goes to grab her duffle bags, placing them wherever she can; her shoulders, her hands, her arms.

the heavy weight of the bags on her body weighs her down a bit as she goes to grab her suitcase.

as she starts to turn around, dragging her suitcase with her and holding the handle by her hand, she only focuses on her bags and suitcase.

now, considering the area of the globemaster that she’s on, is almost completely filled with agents roaming around hurriedly, it may not have been the best idea for her to not be watching where she’s going. but, she continues to do it anyways.

and if agent ward himself hadn’t been one of those agents walking in her general direction, maybe it wouldn’t have been such a big deal. but, he is.

and being the brooding and closed-off man that he is, he snaps at her when she accidentally runs straight into him. “mind watching where you’re going?”

“oh god! i—i am so sorry. gosh, i was really hoping to avoid being clumsy, but it seems that’s impossible.” she stutters out an apology, not even realizing the harshness of his tone as she instantly moves to bend down to grab the duffel bags that fell to the ground when she’d ran into him.

thank god she hasn’t really gotten a good look at the agent yet. because if she did, she’d be stumbling over her words more than she already is.

ward bends down to grumpily hand her some of her bags as she continues to grab the rest of her bags and her suitcase. “again, i’m, uh, i’m really sorry about that. i really don’t understand how i’m the daughter of a shield agent, yet have the klutz gene.” she stutters once more, nervous giggles leaving her lips as she looks up.

and when she does, her heart nearly stops.

her throat goes dry and her heart starts to beat faster than ever, in the sense of her being nervous. even her hands start to get clammy with sweat.

all because of the extremely attractive man standing in front of her.

agent ward stands in front of her, eyebrows raised and arms crossed on his chest, waiting for her next nervous response.

“w—wow...” she trails off, not even realizing she’s not being too discreet on checking him out from head to toe.

he clears his throat, snapping her out of her very aware daze.

shaking her head, she nervously runs her fingers through her hair, anxiously beginning to fidget.

“uh, sorry. i—i’m [y/n].” she stutters once more as she lifts a hand up in the air to shake his, only for him to stare at it warily.

without another response, he turns around and walks back inside.

“o—okay then?” [y/n] mumbles to herself in question form, confused. what is his problem?

a nervous laugh comes from behind her, causing her to turn around.

“sorry about him. agent ward usually keeps to himself — he’s pretty closed-off and rarely relaxes. but, he’ll eventually warm up to you.” jemma simmons states with her accent, giving [y/n] an easy-going smile as she goes to reach for two of her duffel bags that are hanging back on her arms.

she glances back down, quickly realizing what she’s trying to do. “oh, thank you.” she says, letting jemma take the two bags by their straps.

“really, it’s no trouble. what’s your name? i’m jemma simmons.” she introduces herself as they walk further inside, [y/n] making sure to watch where she’s going this time.

“well, at least someone’s welcoming,” she mumbles, feeling a bit more hurt about ward’s harsh attitude towards her than she’d like. “uh, i’m [y/n], coulson — coulson's daughter. i’m supposed to have multiple different jobs here; i’ll either be in the field, helping you and leopold fitz, or helping guide anyone on missions through the comms.” [y/n] explains as jemma leads her to her assigned room.

after she puts her bags on her bed, she turns to her new friend, listening intently to what she’s saying.

“so, coulson — your father — i guess, wants us all to meet in the lounge as soon as we’ve been inside.” she explains, leaning against the doorframe.

“oh, okay. let’s go now, then.” [y/n] nods, letting jemma lead her to where the lounge is.

“oh, and jemma?” she asks, causing the young genius to turn to her in question. “yes?”

“i know i’m his daughter, and all. but, i don’t want anyone to treat me differently because of it, so you can just call him coulson around me — i really don’t want any special treatment.” she states just as they appear outside the lounge.

jemma nods in agreement. “of course.”

as [y/n] looks around, jemma motions her boyfriend over to them.

“fitz, this is [y/n], coulson's—” she starts, but quickly catches herself, “—this is [y/n]. coulson's newest additional agent to the team. and [y/n], this is fitz, my brilliant genius of a boyfriend.” she brags in a prideful tone, succeeding in changing the subject from the fact that she almost slipped-up.

ward’s attention becomes drawn to the three people, wondering what jemma was about to say about coulson.

he catches the nervous glance of [y/n] as she nervously shakes fitz’s out-stretched hand.

“hi. it’s nice to meet you, [y/n]. welcome to the team!” fitz excitedly says, before coulson himself clears his throat, interrupting the little introduction.

he motions for her to stand beside him in the middle of the room.

“so, as some of you know, this is my daughter, [y/n].” he starts off as she moves to stand beside him.

she winces as a gasp is sounded nearby, which is obviously fitz.

she sighs, accepting defeat and accepting the fact that she’ll now be treated different because of this fact being revealed as she dips her head down in embarrassment.

“she’s going to be joining us. she’s got the training, but she won’t always be out in the field — other times, she’ll be helping fitz and simmons out, or will be guiding any of you on missions through the comms.” coulson finishes saying, not noticing the change in his daughter.

daring to look up, she notices the reactions of her new teammates.

ward looks shocked, although he’s trying to seem uninterested.

may wears a — somewhat — surprised look with a raised brow, obviously not that interested in making a big deal out of it.

jemma is wearing a frown, knowing why [y/n] didn’t want to make a big deal out of her being the daughter of coulson.

skye looks surprised, but gives [y/n] a gentle smile, after noticing the anxious expression on her face.

and fitz is only excited at the news.

“oh, bloody brilliant!” fitz excitedly exclaims, a huge grin placed on his face.

deeply inhaling in a nervous manner, [y/n] nods. “uh, yes. i’m his daughter. b—but, i don’t want any special treatment, or to be treated differently because of that.” she nervously stutters.

“yes, of course. leo, sweetheart? you can do that, right? let’s not look at her as just his daughter and only that, yeah?” jemma questions seriously, trying to get his attention.

after finally noticing the nervous expression on [y/n]’s face, fitz instantly nods, clearing his throat.

“hi, [y/n]. it’s great to meet you. i’m skye.” skye says, stepping forward with a welcoming smile.

“h—hi. it’s nice to meet you, too.” [y/n] agrees, moving closer to her to shake her hand, feeling a bit more at ease.

as everyone else starts to lead her to the kitchen and ask her questions, ward, may, and coulson stay put, silently observing her.

ward watches her curiously, almost feeling guilty for being so rude to her.

may watches her with open curiosity.

and coulson watches his daughter with pride over how she handled the situation so greatly.

later that night, [y/n] leaves her door slightly ajar as she makes her bed and moves some of her bags to the floor, just beside her bed.

an abrupt knock sounds on her doorway, causing her to jump in shock, not having expected the sound.

she raises her hand over to her heart, which is now beating extremely fast, and sighs in relief when she realizes that it’s just ward at the door.

he watches her in amusement, arms crossed on his chest as he leans against her doorway.

“oh, hey. what’s up, agent ward? do need something?” she questions, quickly becoming a bit nervous because of their first meeting earlier.

he chuckles, shaking his head.

“[y/n], is it?” he asks, raising a brow as she nervously nods.

“don’t be so formal. you can just call me ward.” he says as she nods, sitting down on her bed.

“so... was there something you needed?” she questions after a few seconds of them just staring at each other in silence.

he shakes his head, as if he was shaken out of a daze. “right. uh, yeah. i wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier today.” he replies, staying in his spot against the doorway.

“o—oh.” she stutters, brows furrowing as a thought crosses her mind.

“y—you’re not apologizing just because you found out that i’m coulson's daughter, right?” she questions, hoping he’ll give her the right answer.

“no, no. of course not. i mean, i’m glad i know who you are. but, i just realized that the way i acted was a bit too harsh.” he explains himself.

“oh. well, thank you. that means a lot, ward.” she says, no stutters evident in her voice, for the first time all day.

he nods.

“goodnight, [y/n].” he says, before turning to leave.

then, he pauses. “oh, and i hope to learn more about you.” he says, turning back to face her, a glimmer of something that she can’t quite understand flickering in his eyes.

“y—you too.” she stutters out as he finally starts to walk down the hall, a red color filling up to her cheeks.

“[y/n]? are you okay?” skye’s distant voice calls out to her, quickly noticing the faraway look on her friend’s face.

still not getting any response from the lost-in-thought girl, skye shakes her shoulder abruptly.

“huh? what’d you say?” [y/n] mumbles, finally looking over at her, a nervous look in her eyes.

“i was saying that you should just tell him the truth.” skye repeats her earlier-said statement from when [y/n] was stuck in her thoughts and thinking of the memory of her first day — that day was months and months ago and her and ward had indeed gotten to know each other.

“w—what? why would i do that? that’ll just destroy what we have.” [y/n] sputters, fear practically consuming her.

“[y/n/n], you know that he’d never let anything mess things up between you and him. i know the story about how you two met — simmons told me. and from the way you’ve bonded? there’s no way he’d let a secret or feelings get in between that.” skye sternly says, trying to convince her friend that admitting the truth won’t be as bad as she thinks.

“y—you don’t know that!” [y/n] — not being able to help it — incredulously exclaims, abruptly standing up.

“look, maybe i do, maybe i don’t. but, what i do know, is that he’d never hurt you on purpose. and i think that’s what this is really about — you’re scared of getting hurt again. and it’s understandable. but, that’s what falling for somebody requires. love needs sacrifice. and it’s only ever up to you, to give him your heart — to trust him with it. when you love, getting hurt is inevitable. and i can’t force you to tell him. all i’m saying is that you never know whether this opportunity to tell him will be the best choice of your life, or the worst. i just want you to be happy. so, do what your heart truly wants, and i’ll support you, no matter what, okay?” skye states slowly, willing for her statement to sink in.

and it does — it leaves [y/n] almost speechless, so speechless that she becomes completely lost in thought.

and taking her cue, skye decides to leave her friend alone to her thoughts and feelings.

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SKYE’S AND [Y/N]’S DEEP CONVERSATION happened three weeks ago.

and every moment in which she saw ward after, was complete torture.

not only was she overwhelmed with guilt and regret over hurting him, but she was also filled with fear of getting her heart broken.

it made her realize that perhaps, skye was right about one thing; [y/n] is scared of getting hurt.

although, she doesn’t talk much about any of her past experiences with relationships — whether that means simply carrying feelings for someone, or dating, or having only platonic relationships — there’s a reason [y/n] rarely talks about herself, or her past.

not even her father knows — she didn’t want to seem weak or vulnerable or not capable of taking care of herself and the team to coulson, or to her teammates.

besides, coulson already worries about her as it is. she didn’t want him to worry any more than he already does.

but, to her — and skye and jemma — there’s a reason she stopped trusting people so easily.

in every single relationship she’s ever had — except for her father — everyone always hurts her or leaves her.

to understate it, she’s got trust issues and abandonment issues.

and you can’t get hurt if you don’t let anyone in, right?

but, with ward? she unintentionally let down her walls.

she hadn’t even realized that she’d opened up to him and became vulnerable with him, until it was too late.

and honestly? it scared her to no end.

because when all you know is pain, you don’t want to feel it ever again.

and ward is someone that [y/n] will always care about and can never truly have in the way that she wishes. at least, that’s how it is in her head.

after skye helped her realize that the real reason she’d been pushing ward away, was because she was scared to get hurt… well, avoiding him became instantly harder.

and her becoming much more paranoid and nervous all the time, makes it much more easier for the rest of the team to make a plan that will end the ridiculousness of the situation.

and let me tell you, the conversation between coulson and skye is quite the talk, when he finds out that two of his agents, which consists of his best agent and his only daughter, are harboring intense feelings for each other.

but, nonetheless, after processing what he learns, he eventually agrees that trapping the two heartbroken agents in the same room to talk, is a good call.

after all, if agent ward is the one thing that will make his daughter happy, he can’t exactly object to it.

after they all finally finish the planning, may — being the best liar of the team — knocks on [y/n]’s door and tells her that she’s needed in her father’s office.

after hearing the statement, [y/n]’s brows furrow in confusion.

but, nevertheless, she doesn’t think much of it and makes her way towards coulson’s office.

on the way down the hall, she notices an excited look shared between jemma, fitz, and skye.

she frowns, wondering what the three of them have planned for god knows who.

if only she knew that the excited looks were for her.

sighing, she walks inside her father’s open office, staring down at her feet anxiously.

nervous thoughts swirl around in her head, making her wonder if her father had finally noticed her behavior and was going to lecture her on it.

but, the sound of the door clicking shut from behind her causes her to snap her head up in the direction of the door.

“what the hell?” she mutters, racing over to the door, trying to open it, but it’s no use. it’s locked.

after coming to this realization, she groans in defeat, before turning around and leaning against the door.

and when she does, she catches the eyes of the one person she’s been trying to avoid. “w—ward? what—what’re you doing in my father’s office?” she asks in a trembling and wavering voice, swallowing thickly.

“that’s what you have to say? you’ve been ignoring me for weeks. and the first thing you say to me is, why i’m here?”

“wow.” he scoffs, his jaw clenching in frustration.

“w—what do you want me to say?” she asks quietly, trying to keep herself calm and collected.

“how about... why you needed to talk to me in coulson’s office? or, better yet, why have you been pushing me away for weeks?” he exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air for emphasis.

[y/n]’s brows furrow in confusion. “ward, what are you even talking about?” she questions, crossing her arms onto her chest.

he scoffs once more. “are you that desperate to stay away from me that you need to act like you have no idea what i’m talking about?” he exclaims, jaw clenching harder, if that’s even possible.

“wha—no! grant, i’m not talking about that. i was talking about the other thing; i never asked to speak with you in here. i’m only here because may said my dad had to talk to me in his office.” she states, raising her brows at him in question, trying her best to act like his words aren’t affecting her as much as they are.

he turns to her, brows knitted together in confusion. “skye said you had to speak to me urgently.” he states, realization now hitting him.

[y/n] groans, tossing her head back in the air. “great. it can’t be a coincidence that two people on the team said to go in here, right after skye talked to me. they obviously tricked us.” she mumbles dejectedly, before she’s sliding down the door, lost in thought.

for a moment, the two agents just stare at each other emotionally.

ward’s once angry eyes soften as he notices [y/n]’s teary eyes.

he heaves in a deep breath, hoping he won’t become more frustrated as they talk.

“why’d you do it?” he asks in a gruff voice.

“b—because i had to.” she shrugs, not liking that she’s being forced to remember what she did.

“that’s not good enough. tell me more.” he sternly says.

she sputters, the annoyance and frustration deep inside her slowly seeping through her. “not good enough? are you fucking kidding me, ward? you have no idea how hard this has been!” she exclaims, having had enough as she stands up, eyes blazing with anger.

it’s rare that she ever let’s her anger control her, but she’s been bottling everything up for weeks.

his jaw ticks as his mouth shapes into an ‘o’ shape. “oh? then, make me understand, princess.” he tensely states, using the nickname that he knows annoys her, as a dark look crosses his face.

she groans at the nickname — that’s what he calls her when he’s upset with her.

he calls her it to remind her that she’s coulson's daughter, knowing that she doesn’t want special treatment.

“how could you possibly understand? besides, the second i tell you, you’re going to hate me!” she exclaims, ignoring the insulting nickname as she throws her hands up in the air frustratedly.

“try me.” he insists, the dark look still placed on his face.

slowly, the tension and anger and built-up emotions between them grows and grows by every passing second.

and then, it’s like it all pops — exploding — and [y/n]’s control over her anger and hesitance to keep quiet is quickly forgotten.

“alright, ward. you wanna know what’s going on?” she asks annoyedly, tone almost dangerously calm as he slowly nods, jaw still clenched as he takes notice of her anger.

“i've been, what you call, ‘pushing you away’, to protect you. you see, i haven’t opened up, or been vulnerable with anyone in a long time! you know why? because everyone either hurts or leaves me! i haven’t trusted anyone or opened myself up in a long fucking time. and then, you,” she angrily says, walking over to him and poking his chest to annunciate the word ‘you’, “you fucking walked into my fucking life. and for the first time in forever, i didn’t even question it as i just let you in — i let my walls down, i trusted you, and i let myself get attached!” she continues on, getting more angry and emotional by every second as he simply listens, trying to ignore his own anger that’s starting to build up deep inside him.

then, the tears start to cloud her vision, making everything blurry.

but, she doesn't let it stop her and she doesn’t let them escape.

“and you know what i got? i got falling for you. i got the realization that these little secret feelings that i've been harboring for you for months could destroy us. i got my heart broken over the guilt and regret and fear of getting hurt. i got my best friend telling me that i’m scared of you hurting me, and telling me that you thought you did something wrong! i got her telling me that i’m hurting you. and i got her telling me that i need to tell you how i feel, or i’ll lose you forever!” she yells this time, almost completely falling apart as shock overtakes ward.

“don’t fucking tell me that after this, we’ll be fine. because we won’t! you don’t feel the same, and i have to live with it.” she continues, practically shaking at this point.

“so, ward. you wanna know what you did wrong? the truth is, you did nothing wrong. you’re fucking perfect. because it wasn’t you, who did something wrong. it was me. and you wanna know what i did wrong?” she questions, her voice breaking.

he’s silent now, tears of his own surfacing.

“i let you in — i fell for you! and it’s my fault!” she exclaims, now hitting her fists onto his chest, tears and sobs leaving her.

not being able to completely get a grasp onto what she’s confessed, he lets her use him as a punching bag.

“so, ward. tell me, is everything going to be fine?” she spits out, continuing to smack his chest angrily.

and then, it’s as if he snaps out of his shocked daze and the anger is tumbling out.

“yes. it is.” he mutters.

he easily grabs onto her wrists, stopping the constant angry hits from her.

she gasps. “ward, what—” she whispers, still emotional, as he drops her hands to fall to her sides and grips the back of her head.

then, he heatedly pulls her to him, instantly closing the distance between them as he smashes his lips to hers.

a strangled noise of shock leaves her, but she doesn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

the kiss is full of angst, anger, and love, all combined.

his tongue enters her mouth and the kiss becomes much more heated as she moves her hands up to his hair.

she tugs on it, bringing a groan to leave ward’s lips.

and then, they’re pulling away for air.

“w—wow.” [y/n] stutters, gasping for air.

he nods, thinking the exact same thing as he gently caresses her cheek, most of his frustration gone.

“i thought you didn’t feel the same. but, i guess that kiss is my answer then, huh?” she mumbles, blushing as he chuckles.

“i can give you that answer again, if you want?” he offers with a smirk.

“yeah. yeah, i’d like that very much.” she says, giggling as he closes the distance between them again, this time being a lot more gentler.

and… let’s just say things got a lot better for them after that.

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