#But every time I sat down to do so I just got really scared and stressed and felt like I wasn’t going to be able to study enough???

[httpvomitello]

Only One Bed" Trope with Bucky Barnes:"Relax, it’s just a bed, Barnes.* I’m not gonna bite you… unless you want me to. Btw I didn't meant it sexual *

I hope you like it ~ ☆

(I know you said you didn't want anything sexual, and even though there was nothing like that, I decided to write something a little more spicy between the characters' relationships)

Just a Bed, Barnes .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: A mission gone wrong strands you and your boyfriend Bucky Barnes in the only available room. One bed. One night. You tease, he tries to stay cool—but when the tension finally snaps, there’s no going back.

bucky barnes x f!reader

WARNINGS: little NSFW

You were soaked.

Rain pelted the tiny gas station motel as you and Bucky stood at the check-in counter, dripping onto the floor and trying not to murder each other with sheer exhaustion. The mission had gone sideways somewhere between the intel drop and the Hydra ambush—and now you were stranded in the middle of nowhere with one duffel bag, two bruised egos, and exactly zero patience left.

“Room 4B,” the clerk grunted, tossing over a key. “One queen.”

Bucky blinked.

“Sorry—one what?”

“That’s all we got,” he said, already turning back to his TV. “Take it or leave it.”

You shrugged. “I’ve shared worse.”

The room was... not the worst you’d seen.

Still, the bed took up 80% of the space, and the dim yellow light overhead flickered like something out of a horror movie.

You dropped your bag and toed off your wet boots.

Bucky started unstrapping his gear in the corner—slow, methodical, and way too good-looking for someone who’d just thrown a guy through a wall an hour ago.

“Relax,” you said, flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. “It’s just a bed, Barnes. I’m not gonna bite you… unless you want me to.”

His head whipped around.

Your grin widened.

“Don’t do that,” he muttered.

“Do what?” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows.

He tugged off his soaked jacket, revealing the cling of his black t-shirt stretched over muscles and scars and all the things you knew a little too well by now.

“We’ve been dating for six months,” you said sweetly. “I think we’re past the whole awkward-roommate stage.”

“I’m not awkward,” he said, clearly lying.

You crawled to the center of the bed and sat cross-legged, watching him with open amusement.

He was trying so hard to be a gentleman.

You could practically see the internal struggle—Super Soldier Decency vs. the part of him that very much wanted to throw you down onto that mattress and forget every rule.

The flickering light gave the whole room a warm glow, and when he finally turned around—barefoot, hair damp, jaw tight—you felt the shift in the air like a storm rolling in.

“You done staring?” he asked.

“Nope.”

He sighed, moved toward the bed, and lay stiffly on top of the comforter, as far from you as physics would allow.

“Oh, come on,” you laughed, scooting closer until your thighs brushed his. “You’re really gonna do the 'sleep on the edge of the bed’ thing?”

“Trying to be respectful.”

“You already sleep with me,” you pointed out. “And we’ve done a lot worse than sharing a bed, Bucky.”

His jaw ticked.

You leaned in.

“Unless you’re scared…”

He looked at you. Really looked at you.

In the next second, he was on you—one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding up your thigh as your breath caught.

“You wanna play?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.

You grinned. “Always.”

The kiss started slow—controlled, deliberate.

But then you tugged his shirt, and he growled against your mouth, deep and rough and needy.

His metal hand gripped your waist like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging until he hissed against your neck.

You felt the shift in him.

From restrained to reckless.

He pushed you down gently, kissed along your jaw, your throat, the hollow of your collarbone—taking his time, worshiping like he had all night to learn you again.

“Bucky,” you breathed, arching into him.

“You talk too much,” he muttered.

You laughed—cut off by his mouth covering yours again, hungrier this time.

He kissed you like a man starved—like he’d been waiting hours, days, to touch you like this again.

When he finally peeled your shirt over your head, his eyes went dark.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

You tugged at his belt in response, and he groaned, catching your wrist.

“Wait.”

You paused, heart thudding.

“I don’t want to rush,” he said, voice hoarse. “Not tonight.”

Your breath hitched. “Then don’t.”

And he didn’t.

He took his time—touches slow and reverent, kisses placed with the kind of care that made your stomach twist in the best way.

When he finally moved over you, skin to skin, you felt everything all at once: the love, the tension, the months of dancing around moments like this.

And when it was over—when your body was still trembling and he was brushing damp hair from your forehead—he kissed you again, softer this time.

“Still just a bed?” he murmured.

You smiled sleepily, curling into his chest.

“Nope,” you whispered. “Best bed ever.”

[imaginesleeping]

Sevika x reader who helps sevika grieve Isha and Jinx’s deaths properly

Sevika tries to hold it together and be strong but reader finds her breakdown late at night when she thinks reader is sleeping 💔💔💔

Love is Pain

author’s note: was immediately obsessed with this request

To say life after the battle is rough is an understatement.

Sevika was already struggling after hearing about Isha. She’d never admit it, but she was scared and wanted to check on Jinx when she woke up to the news that The Last Drop burnt down. She wasn’t expecting (although shouldn’t have been surprised) to find Jinx in her hideout with a half-shaved head surrounded by various weapons, ammo, and a concerning amount of bombs. 

She never found out the details, but she quickly figured out that she wasn’t going to be seeing Isha again with Jinx’s frantic yet uninformative explanation. Before Sevika even had time to process, Jinx wished her luck for the impending battle and quickly showed her the way out, saying she had to finish preparing. In reality, neither of them really knew how to handle all of those emotions at the time, so Sevika told her to not do anything stupid and was on her way. 

She didn’t know that would be the last conversation she’d have with Jinx. 

Part of you still holds out hope, and you think Sevika might too. But after months of rebuilding and reconnecting, traveling all around both Zaun and Piltover, the two of you can only assume the worst and grieve. 

However, Sevika has been trying to deny herself that time. Instead, she’s opted to pour herself into her work, and with her being on the council now, she’s kept herself busy with the endless piles of documents. 

You woke up to an empty spot in the bed next to you, the same way you’ve fallen asleep these past few weeks.  

The clock showed that it was 4:30AM. With a groan you got up and slowly made your way out of bed towards Sevika’s office to, yet again, convince her to get some sleep. As you approach the door you hear sniffles coming from inside, and worry starts to wash over you. Behind the door you find a disheveled Sevika sitting against the wall, cradling the arm Jinx made for her as her sobs rocked her body back and forth. Your heart breaks at the sight. 

“Baby…” You whisper softly

Sevika snaps her head up, clearly shocked that you came in as she looks up at you with tired, bloodshot eyes. Before she tries to brush it off or tell you to leave you gently sit down next to her. 

“S-sorry I didn’t…did I wake you?” She says as she fails to calm her breathing. 

You shake your head and hold her face in your palms. 

“What’s the matter, honey?”

“I..I could’ve saved them” she starts sobbing again, leaning her trembling body against your chest this time

“I could’ve…could’ve been there and…and stopped the kid. Maybe Jinx wouldn’t have done anything stupid” Sevika continues, her tears and snot making a wet patch against your sleep shirt, but you couldn’t care less. After a moment of just holding her, you gently lifted her head up so she was looking at you again. 

“Sev, you did nothing wrong. You can��t blame yourself for any of this. You did everything you could. They know.” You pause “I know they know.”

Seeing her mourn Jinx and Isha was one of the most heartbreaking things you’ve had to witness. With so much loss surrounding the two of you, especially after the battle, there have been many days spent talking and reminiscing about them. You made sure to give Sevika all the space to feel. It wasn’t easy on anyone, but it was especially difficult to the woman currently in your arms, even if she didn’t want to admit it. 

Instead of responding, Sevika just nuzzles her head back down onto your chest, her grip on her mech arm loosened ever so slightly, and the two of you sat on her office floor in silence, besides the occasional sniffle every so often. 

You aren’t sure how long the two of you have been sitting there, but the suns just started to peek up through the window in Sevika’s office. 

“Cmon, let’s lay down, honey” you say with a kiss to the top of Sevika’s head. She doesn’t fight it. You wait by the door as she puts Jinx’s gift back on the stand where she keeps it, and the two of you slowly make your way back to the bedroom. 

In a comfortable silence, Sevika changes into pajamas and you a new shirt, and lie down. Sevika doesn’t waste any time, instantly cuddling herself up against you once more, head resting on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. 

“‘M sorry” 

“For?” You question Sevika quietly 

“‘M a fuckin mess” 

“Well, you’re my mess. And it’s gonna take a whole lot more than seeing you cry to drive me away” 

This makes Sevika huff out a small chuckle. You press a kiss to her forehead before snuggling impossibly closer to her.

“I love you, Sev. I’m right here.” 

Sevika responds with a muffled “I love you too” into your chest and you smile, the two of you finally drifting off to sleep moments later. 

[raspberrylovc]

fear street travis au where they hide in a cabinet from the killer, they dont know each other that well but trauma bonds them plss

ALMOST SAFE

warnings :: mentions of death, a killer, an injury and blood

fear street 1978 travis au !!

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THE CABINET was hardly big enough for the two of you. you could feel left over dust falling onto your arms and a few splinters stinging you from where you were pressed against the wood. you had your knees to your chest to conserve some space and your breath sounded louder than it actually was.

travis sat across from you, his body folded awkwardly to fit. his face was pale from shock, even in the dark. you could see a patch of blood on the sleeve of his shirt, you weren’t sure if it was dried or still bleeding. his knees bumped yours every time he shifted, like he couldn’t quite stay still.

you didn’t really know him. you remembered his name from camp roll call, you’d heard rumors about him sneaking cigarettes behind the mess hall and you knew he knew just about every camp ghost story due to him telling them during campfires outside. but you wouldn’t say you knew him. just as he didn’t know you.

now he was the only person around during this horrid situation. you could hear tommy’s heavy boots stomp through the cabin, sounding like they’re getting closer. you heard his heavy breathing that seemed to make this all just a little more eerie.

travis caught your gaze in the dark and raised one trembling finger to his lips: don’t move. all you could do was nod — too afraid to make any other movements. the footsteps paused near the cabinet and you squeezed your eyes shut as if to imagine you were anywhere else.

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest — could feel travis’ shaky breath against your knee. and for a long moment, you felt tommy’s lingering presence. you bit down hard on your lip to keep you quiet, hard enough to taste a slight hint of blood. to say you were terrified would be an understatement.

then, he slowly walked away. you heard him dragging his feet to the cabin door, opening it, then walking out. out of the cabin, back to whatever was left of camp. you still didn’t move — you were scared he’d come back. you were practically holding your breath.

travis moved first, moving his head back to rest on the wood behind him. he let out a shaky breath that he’d been holding — leading you to do the same. “you hurt?” he whispered. you didn’t get to discuss it before tommy had came into the cabin.

you shook your head, still frozen as if moving even the slightest bit would cause a noise so loud that he came back. “you?” you ask quietly, as if you didn’t know the answer — as if you didn’t see the blood on his arm.

he shrugged one shoulder, keeping his injured arm tucked against his side. the blood had soaked deep into the fabric of his shirt, but he didn’t flinch, didn���t complain.

you couldn’t pretend not to see it. so you hesitated for a second before reaching for the hem of your own shirt, tearing off a strip of fabric with shaking fingers. it wasn’t much, but it was all you had. “let me see.” you mumble.

he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could trust you to handle it. but then he turned, letting you get a better handle of his arm. the wound wasn’t deep enough to be bleeding too heavily, but was red — the skin around it raw and irritated.

you wrap the makeshift bandage around the cut, tightening it enough to stop any possible bleeding. he hissed, but he didn’t pull away. he just let you do it. “how'd you get this?" you whispered. while you had a general idea (tommy), you wanted to know the story behind it. how he could could’ve gotten hit by an axe yet not have a deeper wound.

travis looked away, clenching his jaw. “i was helping some campers get back to the mess hall before the bus left.” he muttered. you paused for a moment. “did you get them on the bus?”

“i think so. i know they got to the mess hall. and i know i missed the bus when i went back to see if anyone else had been left behind. but i think i got them there on time.” you nodded in response.

“some of ‘em were too slow. nick asked me to help them make their way back to safety.” he swallowed hard. “tommy swung at one of the kids and i-“ he cut himself off, suddenly feeling sick. “i shoved him out of the way and took the hit instead.”

you gently tie a knot to hold the fabric in place. you could feel your heart drop at every word. he wasn’t supposed to be here, alone at camp with a killer. neither of you were supposed to be.

“youre lucky it’s not deeper.” travis gives a crooked, humorless smile. “yup, real lucky.” he says sarcastically. the small space got quiet again. it wasn’t tense this time, but not exactly comfortable either.

“you ever think camp would end like this?” he asked. “no.” you rasped out. “think they forgot to mention the whole ‘running for your life’ thing in orientation.” you attempt to joke. he let out a low laugh.

"i’m travis." he said suddenly, like he needed you to know. like it mattered now. you blinked at him. “i know." you whispered. he smiled faintly, more with his eyes than his mouth. “figured if we’re gonna die together, might as well be properly introduced."

your chest twisted painfully. you didn’t want to die here. you didn’t want him to die either. but you did agree. if there was a possibility that you would die tonight, you may as well let him know who he’s dying with. so you told him your name and he repeated it under his breath like a secret — like he was trying to memorize it.

neither of you spoke for a while after that. you just sat there, knees pressed together, clinging to the small thread that you weren't completely alone. after a long moment, travis shifted — not away, but closer. you only look at him.

"if we make it out of this, i’m not gonna forget." you didn’t ask what he meant. you didn’t need to. your hand moved without thinking — reaching to hold his hand. he flinched at the touch, then curled his fingers into yours, holding on like he needed it to survive.

you weren’t really sure when everything had ended. you just remember sitting there in the cabin with travis until you heard the police sirens. you remember hearing nick goode telling an officer that tommy slater had just gone crazy — remember seeing how badly the words affected travis. but that was all you remembered from that night.

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A/N

i didn’t know how to end it but i think i got it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[whyoneartheven]

suddenly I have realized my bad habit of procrastinating has become a nearly debilitating fear

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who got really drunk after a misunderstanding you left him to ponder upon one morning when you left for work. You missed a part of your routinely goodbye to him and at first it didn't bother him. He understood that you were running late, but once he started chugging the cold drinks and he sat with the sentiment, he realized it did strike him.

He hated the entire process of getting drunk, hated that drinking was unbearable unless it was chased with sweet kisses from you, but there he was, downing bottle after bottle. He was starting to feel liquid full but even in this intoxicated state he didn't want to put down the bottles. At some point he starting feeling uncomfortable being by himself and didn't want to feel that way anymore, so he called and texted you. Multiple times. You finally picked up after the eighth call.

-Hi, baby! Sorry, I missed your calls. I just left work and i'm heading home.-

-Baby? Who are you calling baby?- He scoffs, a roll of his eyes following.

-You... Toji. It's you. Who else would I be calling baby?-

-Honestly, I...- He laughs, the sound not coming off as one of joy with the next words he speaks. -I didn't think you even loved me enough to give me stupid pet names. I feel very unloved by you and... mhm, just want you to know that.-

Now, that's just entirely untrue and it hurts to hear. You prove your love for him every day. What is this sudden false claim against you?

-Toji, love, what are you saying? I'm coming home, already. Maybe we should talk in person. This is hard to discuss over the phone.-

-Uh-huh, you do that.- He sighs, heavily, his eyes lidding with sluggishness. -Can't win a verbal argument, s-so you're gonna come over here and try to seduce me with your pretty face. I'm just gonna say no when you try to touch me. Just no.-

-I'll see you in a bit, Toji.- you say, before abruptly hanging up.

He sounded off. You knew something was up the second you saw his eight missed calls and a stack of messages just saying 'hey'.

Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of your bag to unlock the front door. The house was steady, no sign of Toji watching TV in the living room or of the shower running. You walked further in, calling his name. It was kind of eery walking through your silent house. You also knew of Toji's tendency of scaring you, so you were on guard for that as you paced around the house. You had one more room to check and it was the bedroom. You dragged your feet over to the room, knocking when you noticed the door was closed. There was no answer after two more knocks so you just opened the door.

The sound startled Toji who was lying against the headboard of the bed, almost falling asleep. The second he saw you his demeanor changed. He perked up like a dog when their owner comes home, before melting back to the stoic state he had been sitting in.

"Hey," you say, almost tentatively, as you walk towards your shared bed, sitting down on the edge. You're met with an acknowledging hum of a response. "What's wrong, baby?"

"There you go calling me baby again. Baby is for people who love each other, so stop it."

You look over the bed, spotting the evidence that led to the bite in his attitude towards you— those bottles that spill the remaining drops of their content and Toji's backwash onto the bed, making the sheets reek of alcohol.

"Well, I love you, so no, i'm not gonna stop calling you baby."

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing like a child. "That so? It didn't seem that way this morning. I've never felt so forgotten about by you."

"I told you I was gonna be late for work, but you insisted on keeping me trapped beneath you. Bring that part to light, handsome." You can see the corners of his lips twitching. He's holding back the most wicked smirk at the short burst of memories from the morning. "Plus, I still gave you your goodbye kiss, so what are you on about?"

"You didn't say 'I love you'. That's part of goodbye with you, so you can't blame me for feeling this way." His eyes express something of hurt. Maybe it's enhanced by the drinks he had, but you can't leave him that way.

"You're loved, baby. Very much so. Me not saying it this one time doesn't diminish the actual feeling." He's been reduced to a cub over this, so as his lover, you step in to mend the feelings that were grazed.

"Can you..." he rasps, patting his thigh, signaling for you to sit. You drag yourself towards him, and plop yourself onto his lap. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he rambles on about how you can't forget to say 'I love you' to him ever again, even if it's a blurted, rushed one that he doesn't get a chance to respond to as you rush out the door.

The look he reserves for you is entirely soft, his hands are hot against your clothed back as they feel the warm body he's missed for hours. "I still..." he pauses to sigh, tiredness imbued into the sound. "Still want you to call me baby," he starts again. "I was just bummed. Don't stop calling me baby. Don't ever do that." He's letting his hands roam all over you. Your back, your waist, your hips—everything.

"Are you gonna let me touch you or are you gonna say 'no'?" You grin, remembering his words, verbatim, just incase he tries to tell you he never said them.

"Why aren't you touching me? Why would I not want you to touch me?" He looks insulted by the question and you have half a mind to remind him of what he said to you on the phone, but the heat in his eyes dies out as quickly as it appeared. "Really need a hug, mama. Please, hug," he says, the last part muffled by your chest as he keeps his face buried into it.

You held him tight and murmured 'I love you' countless times, while he hummed in response and groaned quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

[millers-angel]

patrol!joel x female reader

summary: joel scolds you because you messed up a patrol, until he makes you cry and realizes he crossed the line. warnings: scolding, mean joel, thumb sucking, smut ig, they get caught by tommy.

“are you stupid? you wanna die?” he grunted, clearly upset with you.

ha had been upset for a while, lecturing you on how you have to be more careful, but as he did, you both kept walking till you got inside the safe place—an abandoned house in the middle of the woods.

“i always have to repeat myself every goddamn time. stay quiet, do what i say, and most importantly, don't do anything stupid," he said, dropping his gear onto a table. "and that's exactly what you do."

you stayed quiet, holding back tears. you liked coming on patrols with him, except this time tommy came with you, but you fucked up. you didn’t listen, you put yourself in danger, and joel had to come find you—again.

he scoffed, shaking his head. “should’ve just left you out there. maybe then you’d finally learn.”

his words hit hard, and you felt your throat tighten, your vision blurring.

“you don’t listen, you never fucking listen,” he went on, voice rough with frustration. “i tell you to stay close, i tell you to stay quiet, and what do you do? the exact opposite. every goddamn time.”

he ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “you think this is a game? you think i like risking my ass for you every time you decide to be reckless?”

you bit your lip, trying to keep it together, but the lump in your throat only grew. he was mad—really mad. you were looking at your boots wipping your tears away, you didn't want him to see you like this.

he exhaled hard through his nose, his breath heavy with frustration. his hands were on his hips, fingers digging into his belt as he tried to calm down. but when he looked down, he saw you sitting there on a worn couch, head bowed, your pants dotted with tiny dark spots.

tears.

his jaw clenched. maybe he’d been too harsh. maybe he’d gone too far.

“you good?” his voice was still rough, but quieter now.

you nodded quickly, wiping at your face.

“use your words,” he muttered. “now you're quiet, huh?”

you swallowed thickly, voice barely above a whisper. “i’m fine.”

he huffed, unconvinced. “look at me.”

you shook your head.

joel sighed, deep and slow, forcing himself to be patient. then, with a gentleness that didn’t match his earlier anger, he reached out, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up.

watercolor eyes. tear-streaked cheeks. swollen lips.

his grip tightened just slightly, his own frustration shifting into something else.

you sniffled, wiping at your nose with your sleeve, but it didn’t do much to stop the way your shoulders shook. joel exhaled, rubbing a hand over his beard. without a word, he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, his arms firm around you as he sat.

you didn’t resist. you never did.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, voice unsteady. “i didn’t mean to put you at risk. or tommy. i won’t do it again.” you swallowed, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. “i get it if you don’t want me on patrols with you anymore. or if you just want to give me the easy routes.”

joel sighed, his chest rising and falling against your back.

“i tell you this shit for a reason,” he said, voice quieter now. “it’s dangerous out here. you keep acting like this, and it’s gonna catch up to you. and i don’t want that. i don’t want anything happening to you.”

you hesitated, then whispered, “really?”

“yeah, really.” his grip on you tightened just slightly. “i get so goddamn mad ‘cause you’re stubborn. you don’t listen. you scare the hell outta me.”

you were still new to patrols, still learning the way things worked out here. and you liked going with joel for two reasons—because you wanted to learn from him, to be as capable as he was, and because no matter how bad things got, no matter how much he yelled, it always ended the same way. with him pulling you close, keeping you safe... and his cock deep down inside you.

you loved being with joel on patrol, the way he moved with such ease, like he was made for this. every step was calculated, every decision precise. the way he handled the knife, the rifle—how it all seemed so natural to him, like he was in complete control. when danger came, he didn’t hesitate. he knew exactly what to do, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he commanded the situation.

and when things got tough, when he needed to push you out of harm’s way or pull you into cover, there was something about the way he manhandled you that drove you crazy. it was rough, but it was him taking control, keeping you safe. and in those moments, with his hands on you, you felt safe. you felt protected—like now.

you hiccupped, the sound shaky from how much you’d cried. joel’s thumb brushed your cheek, his hands gentle as he lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“i’m not gonna put you with anyone else,” he said softly. “we’re gonna keep going together, on patrols.”

you looked up at him, surprised. “really?”

“yeah, really,” he muttered, his voice a little rough. “i wouldn’t leave you with anyone else, not when you’re putting yourself at risk every damn minute. no one else is gonna risk their ass for you like i do.” he paused, a flash of frustration in his eyes before he noticed your lip trembling.

he softened, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, trying to calm you. “you’re damn stubborn, you know that?”

he pressed his thumb on your lips, parting them, so you sucked him. "that it," he said softly—too softly. "that's gonna calm you down."

you closed your eyes, holding his hand close to you, sucking his thumb as if your life depends on it, you pressed your tongue on it, lips tight around him. he loved the sensation, he loved when you sucked on his fingers just as you suck on his cock.

you opened your eyes when you felt a growing bulge beneath your thighs, meeting his gaze, all dark. nothing but desire behind them. he could yell at you all he wants—make you cry even, but you'll always end up like this.

his other hand made its way under your shirt, the feeling made you squirm. he played with the tip, squeezing it between his fingers, pulling it gently, getting muffled moans on his thumb in response.

and that was enough for him, he needed to fuck you now. he took his thumb out your mouth to tug your shirt over your head, your skin prickled when the breeze hit your bare breasts. he loved seeing thoes perky tips all hard for him. he got rid of your jeans too, throwing them somewhere in the dusty cabin.

"joel... we should go looking for tommy," you mumbled between gasps.

"he can take care of himself, i'm taking care of you."

he loved having you like this, all naked and vulnerable. he had fucked you behind a tree, over a rock, on the grass, in old cabins like this one, even in the back of an abandoned jeep, its wheels long deflated and covered in dust. he knows he's the only one who got to see you like this, back in jackson you're all shy with everyone, they don't know you're his personal little sex toy.

he made you stand up for him to unzip his jeans and then, he made you lean over the coach, while you positioned yourself on your hands and knees, you knew the drill, you knew what he liked. what he liked to see.

by god he loved the view.

all you felt then, was his dick trailing your slit, you were wet, and he can tell you got a while like that. you love being scolded, the tone of his voice, the way his eyes gets dark, the way you know it's because he wants to protect you. yeah, it got you wet.

he slammed his cock in you, you let out a gasp and gripped to the backrest of the couch. he dug his fingers on your hips when he thrusted. you were warm, too warm and soft inside, always making him feel like he's about to come as soon as he gets in, like a goddamn teenager.

"you take this cock so good," he muttered.

you were biting your lip to not moan, cause you had to be careful, right? he said it. you must be careful from now on.

"lemme hear you, baby," he grunted, fingers going white from his grip on you.

your grip on the couch loosened. "b-but you said we must be quiet and careful—"

he almost chuckled, you're adorable. "i don't want you quiet when i'm fucking you"

and his approval was all you need to let those breathy little moans bubble up from your mouth. he went harder, couldn’t stop once he saw how your skin jiggled with every thrust. he loved that.

he was leaving his fingerprints on your skin. one of his hands slipped between your thighs, making its way to your clit. you held your breath. he could feel it, swollen, probably aching and needy. he drew circles around it.

“poor baby,” he cooed, your legs trembled cause it was too much, he was too thick, and his fingers stroking your most sensitive spot, you went weak. “you like causing trouble?”

he pressed his fingers on your clit, feeling how it throbs. “no—“

he slapped it. “be fucking honest.”

you squirmed, it felt too good. “i do.” you admitted in a moan. “i like causing trouble.”

he rubbed the little button harder. “i know," of course he does, weird thing you always do the same to end up with his cock buried deep inside you. you love being trouble so he can fuck you right after. "stubborn as hell."

you curl your toes, his fingers worked so good, he sent you to a bliss, your walls choking him. he wasn't being gentle. he loved seeing you falling apart, seeing your legs get weak.

"joel, please—" you cried out.

"this mine, yeah?" you. you're his. "you ain't goin' on patrols with anyone but me, understood?"

you whimpered. "ah—yes."

he let out a chuckle, delighted to see you like this. he knows you're his, but he likes to remind you.

"i'm gonna get you all round so everyone in town knows you're mine too." his hand drifted to your belly. "right here."

he moved his hand a little lower just enough to feel himself, stretching you out. "attagirl," he cooed. "come f'me."

you fell apart beneath him, your body squirming, trembling legs, spasming walls that milked him out, but he didn't stop thrusting, not until he was sure you were filled up.

the cabin was a bunch of whimpering from both of you.

until…

the door swung open. you’ve been caught.

by tommy.

he had been looking for you since you didn’t show up to the meeting point they have in case something happened—so he came looking for you, thinking the worst, it’s been a while and he’s exhausted, sweating. he should be upset because you made him worry and waste his time when all you were doing was fucking.

but more than upset he was… aroused. the quiet girl he knew back in town wasn’t being that quiet and shy right now. the quiet girl loved having a cock buried inside her.

he had to adjust his jeans before coming further. “what the fuck is this?” he asked.

your face went pale and you tried to cover yourself but it was pointless—joel didn’t let you. he knew his brother well enough.

“‘s this what you’ve been doing? you have an idea how many time i’ve been looking for you? you—“

“cut the shit tommy,” joel growled.

“so this is the quiet girl from jackson, huh?” he leaned, fingers on your jaw, making you look at him. your lip was trembling.

joel pulled out with a loud pop sound, his cum dripping from your cunt, your thighs all sticky with the mess you made.

"you're gonna explain?" tommy asked to his brother, but not letting go his grip on your jaw, you were curling your toes, being in the middle of the miller brothers always got you nervous. "is she your

"she's mine," joel said firmly. "but i'm sure she wants you to fill her up, don't you sweetheart?"

you nodded, holding eye contact with tommy, then your eyes drifted to the bulge on his pants.

"she can be our secret."

[iixch]

He’s family! He’s a dog.

synopsis: I just really love Titan (everyone’s favorite Great Dane!) and Simon’s dynamic, so here’s more of it!

warning: cursing

more Titan shenanigans: Pt.1 - Pt.2

Titan was usually a dick to Simon. He still was a dick to him, but less of one as of late, and Simon couldn’t tell why but- thank god almighty! You know how tiring it is to be knocked behind your knees, get your ankles nibbled on, with constant scratching and barking? Hell. It’s hell.

The only thing that sedated Titan was you, and because you and Simon have taken the next step in your relationship and you’ve moved in- Titan has been over the moon, because you spoil him tooth achingly rotten.

“Get the damn mutt down my bed.” Simon growls when he comes into his bedroom- he’s tired. exhausted from days work and just wants to sleep when he sees the devils hell hound on his side of the bed.

“But he wants cuddles….” You say cuddling into Titan side.

“He also wants to occasionally eat shit.” He huffs as he walks over to his side of the bed and tries to push the Great Dane down. Titan doesn’t budge.

“Baby you gotta ask him, nicely.”

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind, I am not asking him anything.” He tries again, Titan just smiles.

“Si, ask him.”

“Y/n, baby, no.”

You sigh at his stubbornness and decide to put aside your hope of him asking. “Titan, can you please lay to the foot of the bed?” You ask him motioning to the spot. And as if he spoke English the dog shifts down to the end of the bed.

“What has the world come to? I have to ask the mutt permission to lay in my own bed.” He mutters as he scoots under the sheets.

——

Simon started to notice the way you treated Titan, like he was a person or something, and it drove him crazy.

“One piece for me,” You whisper before taking a bite of bacon. It was noon and you and Simon… and Titan, were having a lazy Saturday. “One piece for you,” You give Titan a strip of bacon. He sat under the table head peaking between your thighs as you secretly fed him.

Simon’s the twitches as he knows your feeding hells hound. “Y/n, stop feeding it.” He says as he eats his eggs.

“First off, it is a he,” You say pretend you haven’t been dealing under the table, “and i’m not feeding him.”

“I can feel his tail slapping my legs with every piece you give him.” He says unimpressed. “He has dog food.”

“Just a little spoilage. He’s all muscle, he’s not fattening up anytime soon.” You say defending your cause.

Simon groans.

——-

Your lazy Saturday day consisted of cuddles, conversations and snacking. You’ve been in pjs all day. Simon was currently in the kitchen popping popcorn on the stove when he peers to the living room to see you.

“Y/n, that’s too far.” Simon says suddenly.

“What?” You ask taken back.

“You’re letting him rest his head on your tits!”

“I let you rest your head on my tits.”

“That is not the same.”

“I can make the argument that you’ve been down bad like a do-”

He shoots you a glare and you can’t help but laugh out loud.

——-

You both decided that you both needed to get some vitamin D, so you two were currently in the crisp Autumn air, arms linked and Simon holds Titan leash.

“How long have you had Titan?” You ask Simon as your head rest against his forearm, his arm protectively around your waist.

“Master Evil? I’ve had him since he was a pup. He was better than, back then he wasn’t a hellion. It’s been five years since I got him.”

“Yeah? You guys have been together for a while.”

“Eh, I guess after five years you gotta.” He thinks, “There was this one time, before I had him trained, I was out, and he ran out the back gate and when I got back it was so late and I couldn’t find him. Scared the shit out of me. Was out on the streets like a damn fool, random ass shoes on my feet as I find and chase him.”

You laugh and watch as Simon glances at Titan with melancholy and memories.

“He’s part of the family, huh?”

“Y/n please-”

“He is! You love him, despite all your complaints.”

“I don’t love him. I tolerate him.”

Titan suddenly stops walking and Simon runs into him, grunting as he trips.

“Never mind, take it back. He’s a bitch.”

“But he’s ours.”

[gothicfied]

can you write a squid game fic or head cannons of other characters finding out the reader is struggling with self harm? If so, thank you and I understand it is a sensitive topics and may be uncomfortable to write.

Squid Game season 2 characters x reader who struggles with sh

Featuring: Thanos / Player 230, Se-mi / Player 380, Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Park Min-su / Player 125, Kim Jun-hee / Player 222

(Trigger) Warnings: Mention/Talk about sh, depression, and things of this nature, this is comfort/angst, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Summary: Basically what the ask says

A/N: hey! I hope this is what you imagined, sorry if some of these are ooc😞🙏

Thanos / Player 230

જ⁀➴ Before he really knew, he'd constantly make your life a living hell, basically making fun of your shyness. He'd make certain comments to which he knew you wouldn't react to or would try to persuade you to vote in favor of the game containing.

જ⁀➴ You'd constantly tell him off and to leave you alone. It didn't really help, though. Thanos would just sit down next to you and talk your ear off about what he wanted to do with that prize money.

જ⁀➴ When you stood up to leave, rollung your eyes at him, he grabbed you by your wrist.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Thanos blurted out, giving you an offended glare. "You know, it's really rude to just leave a conversation like that." When you tried to get out of his grip, your sleeves rode up your arm, revealing scars you weren't proud of or wanted him to see. When you realized it, he did too, immediately letting go of you.

જ⁀➴ Since Thanos knew what it meant to struggle with mental health he did actually leave you alone for now. But, after the next game, he approached you again and sat down next to you. "I'm sorry about yesterday." he said, patting you on the back.

જ⁀➴ He related to you in a way, but didn't want to ask you about what went on in your private life. Now you just appreciated that he seemingly didn't overstep any boundaries anymore and even checked up from you every now and then.

Se-mi / Player 380

જ⁀➴ You and her had been a duo ever since she came up to you and complimented your looks. Even if you denied it or not, she'd repeat it multiple times, winning you over with her charm quickly.

જ⁀➴ You two had the same mindset on a lot of things, originally voting 'O', thinking you were able to survive one more lousy game. That game was a death scare. Nothing about it was funny anymore. You appreciated your life too much these days to die like this.

જ⁀➴ When the second favor didn't go your way, both Se-mi and you now voting 'X', you felt helpless. One night, the two of you were sitting on her bed, just talking about your past and how you got to this point in the first place. While Se-mi was more secluded, only telling you that 'there are so much worse things she had to face when she got out' you trusted her enough to tell her about a sensitive time in your life.

"I'm not really secretive about this anymore," you pushed your sleeves up, revealing faded scars along your forearm, "but yeah. It was all pretty fucked up. The whole debt thing didn't make it any better." Se-mi looked at you with raised eyebrows, her fingers tracing the lines on your wrists. "I knew you were strong. Don't worry, we'll get out of here."

જ⁀➴ She put in double the work to protect you — She just wanted you to start a better life with that money and be happy, free from debt and all of it.

Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju noticed from the start that you were more secluded, more prone to cry, panicked easily. It was clear to her that you were struggling with this situation, perhaps even more than that. She made it her task to help you as much as she could, comfort you and keep you close to her and her group.

જ⁀➴ You'd often rant to her and tell her what bothered you after she reassured her she'd take care of anything possible. Hyun-ju was the anker you needed in this shithole and you just appreciated her very much. Everything she did seemed to be out of genuine interest and not just to gain your trust and abuse it.

જ⁀➴ Accidentally, Hyun-ju did catch a glimpse of the scars you were so desperate to hide. She didn't mention it, feeling like it wasn't her place to comment on it. Her heart did break for you, though.

જ⁀➴ From then on, she made sure to speak softer to you and distract you from all the horror around you.

Hyun-ju hugged you tightly against her chest, her arms engulfing your figure. "Tonight things could get a bit scary," she mumbled into your hair while she rested her face against your head, "I just want you to know now rather than find out later. I'll keep you safe, you know that." You just nodded, reciprocating the hug after a few moments.

Nam-gyu / Player 124

જ⁀➴ When he found out, as you didn't make the effort to hide them or anything, he did refrain from provoking you in any way. Nam-gyu related, as he considered his drug use not to be the best thing he could do to his body.

જ⁀➴ Both of you hung around in the same group, since Thanos really wanted you on his team, constantly giving you compliments and flirting with you. It annoyed him to a degree, scoffing everytime Thanos tried to talk to him about how pretty you were, how much he wanted you, give you the world. In Nam-gyu's opinion, he didn't get you.. didn't get what you went through, at all.

જ⁀➴ One evening before lights out, the two of you were teasing each other about something and laughed together — something that rarely occured amongst the other players.

"Want me to show you something?" Nam-gyu asked you, leaning a bit closer. Chuckling, you replied with a 'mhm' and watched him pull up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing skin tracks along the inside of his elbow. You raised an eyebrow: "Oh?" You took his arm to get a closer look, tracing his skin with your fingertips. "Well, we all have our stories, huh?" The man nodded at your wrists, making you look at them too, like you didn't already know what he meant.

જ⁀➴ The both of you grew close to each other, much to his amuse. He was a junkie, you were depressed.. it's like a disaster in the making. But, you didn't care. He was sweet and weirdly kind to you — Not in the way Thanos was. You made sure to hug Nam-gyu a few times more after that, in case it could be the last timd you'd get to do that.

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

જ⁀➴ You were glad to be on Gi-hun's team from the start, since Dae-ho and you got along really well. As a former Marine, which he was super proud of obviously, he declared he'd protect you immediately after you met, making you laugh.

જ⁀➴ He was kind, strong and funny, but maybe a bit oblivious at times.

During the six-legged pentathlon, you two sat next to each other, cheering the current active team on. Yelling and screaming filled the area as they crossed the finish lind just in time, making everyone erupt in cheers. Dae-ho immediately hugged you with joy, excited to see the five live another day, at least. After pulling back witha laugh, you gave him a small high five with your sleeve rolled back. When noticing scars along your wrist and forearm, the former marine gasped pretty loudly. "What?" you asked with genuine concerning, fearing something was wrong with you. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Dae-ho pulled your sleeve back over your arm. "Dude," he looked at you with wide eyes "it's fine." You needed to hold back a laugh.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho felt so bad to havs accidentally seen something you've been struggling with, that he couldn't help but apologize profusely. You repeated to him that it wasn't a big deal for you and that you were working on this problem, but he didn't stop nonetheless.

જ⁀➴ You thought it was cute how much he seemed to care for you and how often he came up to you just to tell you that he appreciated you. And Dae-ho did, he didn't just say that to make you feel better.

Park Min-su / Player 125

જ⁀➴ Min-su is just shy over all. When he noticed it, he wouldn't say a thing. He'd be dead silent, maybe even a bit scared to talk to you. He was just scared he'd make it awkward, somehow hinting that he knew about your scars. Min-su was just someone who overthought a lot and even you noticed it.

જ⁀➴ After a bit, it annoyed you — The sudden lack of his presence next to you, the fact that he wouldn't properly talk to you anymore, it was all just weird and confusing. So, you decided to ask him directly.

"Did I do something wrong?" your voice wasn't stern, but Min-su could tell that you were kind of upset. "Ah, no-" he quickly replied back, shaking his head, "it's really not you!" He looked at you with his typical innocent face, making it hard for you to keep pressing him about this matter. "Then what is it, seriously?"

જ⁀➴ He explained what he saw and said that he just felt so sorry. Well, at least he didn't speak to you because he didn't want to hurt or upset you, which was really thoughtful.

જ⁀➴ You'd expect that he would now be the one to comfort you or something, but no it was the complete opposite. Min-su seemed to worried about you and kept asking you how you were feeling or if anything bothered you. You had to keep reassuring him that those times were in the past and that he didn't have to be so worried.

જ⁀➴ It was really cute though, so you let it slide.

Kim Jun-hee / Player 222 (implied fem!reader)

જ⁀➴ Since Jun-hee and you were pretty close in age, you two had found each other right away. You kept telling her that she needed more protection, or at least an ally like you, on her side sincs she was pregnant. You weren't really serious about that, just chuckling when bringing it up, but ut definitely made Jun-hee trust you a lot more. It was a critical situation she was in and she was glad to have you by her side.

જ⁀➴ You even banged on the door in the middle of the night to make the guards take her to the bathroom when she was to shy to do it herself.

As ths pink guard brought you to the womens bathroom, Jun-hee held onto you, clearly being in pain. A few minutes later, you were washing your hands and tried to fix yourself up, looking a bit disgusted in the mirror. "What is it?" Jun-hee emerged from one of the stalls, chuckling. "Man, I look like a damn zombie. Look what this place has done to us." Instead of getting a reply, you noticed that she was staring at your arms, at your scars. You had taken your jacket off for convenience and kind of forgot about them. "Oh, I'm sor-" Jun-hee interrupted you, "No! No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stared like that!"

જ⁀➴ Obviously everyone had their struggles, but now her own kind of seemed insignificant next to yours. You were doing so much for her and she didn't even know that you were struggling. She should've thought of that.

જ⁀➴ When voicing that thought to you, you felt bad that you made her feel like that. With a hug, it was all sorted out. Jun-hee cared deeply for you and she could tell that you cared for her like that, too. It was nice to know that someone had your back in a place like this.

[sugusatosluut]

She needs to slow down.

Synopsis: You push yourself to the limit after being knocked out for weeks after the fight with conquest, Mark himself, is at his limit with your antics when you both get shocked with a surprise.

Warnings: smut, a cute surprise at the end..

A/N: Requests are open, this post is unedited and is going to recieve a part 2. 💕

You’d been knocked out for weeks, your body taking time to heal while you were asleep for so long. Mark sat by your bed everyday, they even brought a Cot into the room for him. His family would come, your friends would come, and sometimes your family would visit but they couldn’t bare to see you this way. Mark spoke to you every single day and every single night hoping that while you were asleep that you could hear his voice telling you to fight, to rest and get better but not to be gone too long. He misses you, your family misses you. He’s been brushing your hair for you, cleaning your face off with the towelettes provided by the staff at the hospital based for supers. You felt his soft lips touch your cheek and sometimes connect with your lips. His hands were caressing your own, then would make their way up to your face.

“Mark you can’t stay here, she’ll be pissed that you chose not to come help people who really need you.” Cecil sighed.

“Yeah.. Mark, Oliver’s even helping and he’s only been up a couple days. We could really use the help.” Eve said.

“I said no. If something happens and I’m not here— I don’t know what I’ll do.” He cinched his brows together, fighting the urge to cry.

“Mark I’d be happy to report her vitals to you. I prepared comms for you to see her vitals and for me to communicate them to you. The world needs Invincible, y/n is down for now but not for good. She’s strong.” Rudy protested.

Mark could have said no, but the world needed him now more than ever. After suiting up, Mark left to go search and rescue citizens with the rest of the heroes. Rudy would tell him what the spikes were in your vitals and what they meant. Suddenly he felt as if he could relax a little, knowing that he could still watch over you and know that you were safe as long as he was there. For a week, Mark continued to help with the search and rescue, he didn’t sleep, he hardly ate or drank, and at the end of the day he would always be right next to you.

One night while Mark’s hand was resting atop your own, your fingers started to move. You were waking up. Your eyes opened, looking over at Mark who was dead asleep on your lap. Your fingers touched his smooth fluffy hair as you explored your surroundings with your eyes. Cecil and Rudy walked in, the news on the TV was replaying video footage of you and Mark’s fight with conquest. You watched as it seemed you had the upper hand, knocking conquest down ten feet into the ground, then he shot back up quicker than you expected, headbutting you and punching you into the ground, throwing your bloodied body into the beach. Your jaw was reconstructed, your head was sore and your leg was broken. Now? You were mostly healed but the shock of watching it all really did you in.

“You fought hard. He was proud. We all were. He hasn’t left your side since we brought you in. He insisted his bed stayed next to yours after every surgery and when he got better he stayed here for weeks. He’s been helping with the search and rescue but he’s tired. This is the first time he’s slept in a week.” Cecil stated.

“Mark needs his rest.” You said looking up at them.

“Can I help with the search and rescue?” You asked.

“You just got up kid.” Cecil sighed.

“I feel fine. I heal fast. Mark needs to rest.” You argued.

Cecil couldn’t win an argument with you. You had always made compelling arguments but Cecil could use the extra hand now more than ever. So you left to help. You helped rescue people all night and when you finally made it back to your room, Mark was worried yet relieved to see you.

“Y/n please don’t leave without seeing me first, you scared me.” He sighed with relief as he squeezed you tightly. He kissed your face as he held both your hands in his own. His hands caressed your waist as you both sat down.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“I’m a little tired but I’ll keep doing search and rescue tomorrow.” You yawned.

“Get your rest while you can. Tomorrow is an early day.” Cecil said by the doorway.

“Y/n you might want to take it easy.” Mark said.

“I agree with Mark. You need to take it easy.” Robot said.

You sighed rolling your eyes.

You and Mark spent weeks along with the other supers doing search and rescue ops, fighting off villains of the week and helping to rebuild the city. You always felt winded which was unusual for you. But you were always doing way more than you should be and that made Mark a little irritated with you. Cecil opted to put you on special training nights, you would over exert yourself constantly and train the newer supers to push their strength past their limits. One night you went a little too far while reaching the new supers and got injured. The newbies felt bad. Cecil took you to the hospital and let you be. Donald called Mark and Mark was there in an instant. He looked mad.

Not only was Mark mad, he was fuming. He stormed into your hospital room, closing the door behind him. He took a sharp breath in.

“Why do you keep pushing yourself? You just recovered from something life changing.” Mark sighed.

“I need to be stronger—to get better Mark what’s your problem?” You argued

“What’s my problem?! I almost lost you and here you are again making dumb decisions and being careless! Stop doing it. I cant lose you again.” He yelled at you.

You looked at him sympathetically and grabbed his hand. Mark caressed your hand and started pecking your lips with his own, the small kisses eventually turning into wet ones. Mark locked the door, pushing you against it as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up against the door. Mark’s lips traveled all over, one hand on your back and the other holding up your hips against his own. You took your shirt off and he moved his arm up to unclasp your bra. He watched as your tits bounced and couldn’t help but catch the closest nipple between his lips and suck. Your moans were a symphony to him. He moved you both to the bed, taking off every article of clothing you had on. He reached to take his suit off but you stopped him.

“Keep it on, let me just slide the bottoms down.” You smirked at him.

He groaned. How could he be so lucky?

You were already so wet, you decided to hover over his tip with your entrance, sliding it and hearing the wet sounds and Mark’s moans as he gasped at the feeling.

“Haven’t done this in quite some time.” He smirked.

He grabbed your ass and let you stay in the spot you were in. You sank down slowly on his length as you felt him take up all the space you had in you. Mark kissed your nose as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. Then, without warning, Mark slammed into you at a quick and steady pace. He was drilling into you, your sharp gasps and light pornographic moans filled the air. You were enjoying every bit of this. Mark was being rough but gentle at the same time. He grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you close.

“You’ve just been wanting me to punish you like this the whole time hmm? Is this what you want?” He groaned.

“Yes—yes, yes!” You moaned.

“Fuck— I’m close y/n.” He moaned.

You couldn’t let out anymore noise. Marks thrusts slowed down as he was getting closer, you’d already came and he was right there, he just needed something to send him over the edge and you knew just how to do it. You put your mouth over Mark’s own, tongue kissing him, letting him shove his tongue down your throat as one of his hands were now squishing your face and the other was wrapped around your waist.

“Stand up.” He commanded you. So you stood up, jumping up and wrapping your legs back around his waist. You let him press you against the door as he lined himself back up with your entrance, fucking you while he was standing up. He pounded into you while keeping a hand over your mouth as you moaned. His thrusts were getting sloppier.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum, I’m so deep inside you already I don’t think I can pull out now baby.” He groaned.

He came, he filled you up so intense that you both had to lie down for a moment to recover. Your legs were numb and he was finally speechless as he usually was after sex.

“Slow down. You’re gonna get hurt.” He sighed as he lied down to wrap his arms around you.

“I know.. I’m sorry.” You poked your bottom lip out and he kissed you.

You both got dressed and unlocked the door, Cecil barging in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, you both need to come with me.” Cecil said. He looked very angry yet concerned. He walked you both to a room with a monitor, seeing that robot was also watching the screen.

“Cecil what is all this?” Mark asked.

“A child.” Robot said.

“Who’s child?” You asked.

“Yours to be precise. You’re eight weeks pregnant y/n, with a half viltrimite baby. I’d say congratulations are in order but seeing as you both are just as shocked as Robot and myself, we’ll leave you guys to figure it out.” Cecil said as he and robot left the room.

You both stared at the monitor as a small fetus appeared on screen.

“oh—wow..” you said. Your eyes burnt into the picture on the monitor. It was engraved in your brain.

“Y/n”

“ can get rid of it—“

“I want a family with you..”

You both spoke at the same time.

This was awkward.

“You don’t want to keep it?” He asked.

“Yes— I do I just thought ..” you sighed placing a hand on your head.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to have this baby with you y/n? We’ve been together for years, you should have a ring but we’re having a baby. I mean I still have time to get you a ring I just— I want this with you.” He pleaded.

“Mark.. I do too. I want to have this baby with you.” Your eyes were welling with tears.

Mark pulled you in for a hug. It was longer than your usualy hugs and he was much softer with the strength at which he hugged you. Then he dropped to his knees, pulling his mask off to look at you and kiss your stomach.

“He’s pretty little now, give him some time and he’ll take up all that space.” You smiled.

“He? She’s definitely going to be a girl.” Mark jokingly argued with you.

“We have to tell my mom..” he realized.

“Let’s do it in a cute way. First let’s go deal with Cecil.” You said patting his back.

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Like a deer in headlight ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : After finding out that Alastor indeed had ears atop his head, it was now time for round two of your game - his deer tail.

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 3313 Words

Genre : Fluff, Suggestive(?)

Warnings ➵ Possessive and out of character Alastor,

he accidentally hurts and scares Reader

a/n : Continuation of my Alastor x Reader story, > Deer in headlight < , got asked for this by a few people, so here ya'll go! Hope it's as good as the first one!♡

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It had been a week since you had discovered Alastor's ears and he had let you touch them for the first time. Sneaking on him a few times to caress or play with them, maybe even a little tug or kiss to them when none of the others were looking. The relationship between you two also changed to something different, you couldn't exactly put a name to it, but it was more than friends, but definitely less than lovers. It confused you. Alastor confused you. Once he is nice to you, cooks you dinner, and lets you play with his ears while he writes a new script, the next time he rather distances himself from you, makes jokes here and there as if he himself didn't know what to do nor how to act.

The others also had picked up on the change between you two, Angel was teasing you about it a lot, Husker just warned you to be careful, Niffty was herself like always and Charlie was super happy about how close you two seemed to have gotten now.

So now to your new mission at hand, round two of your self-proclaimed game. Figure out if Alastor has a tail and if yes, get around to touch it! But this time it seemed to be harder than before, Alastor had his guard up a lot around you now, even when he let you play with his ears. Every time your hand wanders away from his ears down to try and peak under his coat, his hand either guides yours back up to his head or he entirely gets up and leaves, making sure you cannot find out if he has a fluffy little tail.

So now you were sitting at the bar, head resting on the counter as Husker slid your favorite drink over to you. "No look yet huh sweets? Was surprised you even got around to touching his ears without injuries." Angel now sat down beside you, softly patting your back as you let out a tired groan. "I just don't get it! I mean he saw that in the it wasn't that bad when I touched his ears! So why is it so bad now if I figure out if he has a tail too!" Pouting, you sit up a bit now taking a sip from your glass. "Maybe he doesn't have one, none of us ever saw one at least. Or maybe if he has one it's a different feeling for him than his ears?" Husker was cleaning a glass now as he spoke to you. Maybe he was right but.. you really wanted to know if he had a cute matching tail. Eyes going around the foyer now as you notice Alastor making his way up the stairs.

"Al! Wait up!" Jumping down from the barstool to follow him up the stairs, he waited for you on the stairs before walking up beside you. Eyes glancing over to him, he looked calm as always, his signature smile adorning his face, staff clutched in one hand as he walked alongside you. "How can I help you today dear?" Looking over at him now, you simply followed him to where he was going. "Are you doing a broadcast today? May I listen again?" Raising an eyebrow slightly Alastor looks over to you, nodding in agreement as he leads you to his radio tower. Over the last week, you had listened to his broadcast live two times already, which made you happy that he allowed you to join him. Opening the door for you, you enter first as you immediately take a seat at the table, Alastor had put up a second chair for you. Still, you noticed how his eyes had a glimmer of suspicion at how you suddenly wanted to listen in today.

Waiting for him to start the broadcast, your head was leaning on your hand as you watched Alastor with a smile. Suddenly an idea came into your head, trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to grow on your face. Alastor was focused on his broadcast, talking about something you weren't even listening to anymore. Reaching your hand over now, your fingertips softly graze his ears, as Alastor lets out a surprised yet quiet yelp, before turning his head to you with a warning glare. Returning his gaze with a smirk now, as you stand up from your seat and slowly walk over to him, he was glaring at you now. You were so close to fucking up, but this was a chance. Reaching your hand out to the back of his coat to pull it up. Quickly the > On Air < sign switched up, as Alastor grabbed your wrist in a rather right grip. Turning his head to you now, his antlers had grown in size, a red X on his forehead, and eyes turned to dials. You definitely fucked up now.

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Gulping once, you try to pull your arm back from his grip, which just makes him tighten it. Hissing lowly, you squeeze your eyes shut, it was slowly stinging a bit from how tight his grip was. "Al.. You're hurting me!" Alastor finally turned back to himself, letting go of your red wrist now, a print of his fingers visible as you cradled your hand against your chest. "I'm going to leave for now.." Head down as you hurriedly leave the room, closing the door behind you as you dart for your room, ignoring Angel's calls who just walked past you. Throwing yourself on your bed now, you looked at your wrist scared now. He had never used his demon form for you, there was no way of denying that he had scared you. Closing your eyes to push away the tears that were slowly building up in your eyes, as your consciousness drifts away.

"Dear, wake up." A hand on your shoulder was softly shaking you awake, lifting your head to take in your surroundings before meeting Alastor's eyes. Sitting up quickly, you scoot a bit away from him as you watch him with wide eyes. "Alastor..! What are you doing in my room?" Watching him now, as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, making sure to not make you any more uncomfortable by getting too close to you. "I'm sorry about back there, I lost it a bit, I shouldn't have." Despite smiling, you noticed that Alastor was genuinely apologizing to you. "I'm sorry, I crossed a line there, I used your trust in me listening to your broadcast live, I'm truly sorry." Laying your hand near his own carefully, letting him decide if he wants to be touched right now. Looking down, he softly takes your hand, as he presses a kiss against the red fingerprints he had left behind. His eyes were closed right now as his lips linger a second longer than they usually do. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." Raising to his feet now, he gave you a soft smile, before leaving you stunned in your room.

Laying back down against your pillows, your gaze was on the ceiling as your cheeks became a soft shade of red. What was he thinking? Turning onto your side now as you hug your pillow against your chest, looking to where Alastor sat just a few minutes prior.

The next day arrives, as you make your way down the stairs to the others. Charlie was right now explaining something to Angel and Husker, hyper as always. Vaggie was simply sitting on one of the couches with a book right now, while Alastor was nowhere to be seen. "Hey Vaggie, have you seen Alastor?" Leaning over the back of the couch now so the girl could see you as she looks over to you. "He went out rather early today, saying something about Overlords meeting and visiting a friend in Cannibal Town." Raising your eyebrows slightly at that, friend in Cannibal Town? Definitely Rosie. He probably decided to tag along with her a bit after the meeting, as she was also an Overlord. Thanking Vaggie, you go over to the other three to let Vaggie read her book in peace.

"Okay and then when Heaven agrees we could- Oh good morning!" Waving to you immediately now as Charlie noticed you coming over. Greeting them all with a smile and good morning now before Charlie starts to ramble on about her plans. It was nice seeing such a hyper and happy girl in hell, it was definitely a change to how people normally were down here.

"By the way sweets, would you mind tagging along to the city today? I wanted to go visit some clothing stores you would definitely like!" Angel laid his hand on your shoulder now as he asked you, before even thinking you agreed. It had been a while since you had last been to the part of Pentagram City where all the clothing stores were located. Besides Alastor isn't here today to try any of your attempts to see his tail nor to play with his ears. After quickly getting changed, Angel led you to the stores he was talking about. And he sure was right, you found so many good clothes to your liking in many different styles. One thing hell didn't lack was good fashion, probably thanks to Velvette from the Vees.

Leaving the store now with a lot of bags in hand, Angel decided to pull you to his favorite > cheap yet delicious < restaurant as he called it. While looking around a bit, you couldn't help but notice a certain red-haired demon walking down the streets, alongside Rosie, as their arms were hooked together, laughing. You knew they were simply good old friends, yet you couldn't do anything about this weird feeling bubbling up in your stomach. Reaching your hand out, you softly tug on Angel's shirt, head hung low. "What's it, sweets? Ya suddenly don't seem so good." His hand softly raised your chin now to look at you, noticing your pained expression. "Are ya hurt?" Taking a good look at you to make sure you weren't visibly hurt anywhere. Raising your head again, your eyes on the two other demons, Angel's eyes follow yours before letting out a sight.

"I know they're only friends but.. I feel weird seeing them I don't even know why myself!" The bag you were holding dropped to the ground, before hiding your face in your hands. "Sweets, if you ask me that sounds as if ya're jealous.." Angel's hand softly patting your head now as you raise your head, eyes meeting his. "But.. That would mean.. And he would never reciprocate.." Tears were building up in your eyes, before you knew it Angel pulled you into a comforting hug, softly patting your head. "It's going to be okay sweets." Staying there for a good minute or two, before you calmed down again. What you didn't see was a certain dial eyes watching you, as Angel had his arms around you and your body against his chest.

Deciding to head back to the hotel for now, Angel said he would take you to the restaurant another time. Back at the hotel you for now decided to head back to your room for a little rest. The shopping bag is thrown onto a chair before flopping down on your bed. A sigh leaves your lips. The last few days really weren't the best for you and were slowly wearing you down.

"Say dear, I thought we had a deal of you not touching others~" A radio static voice suddenly sounded through your room, sitting up you looked around frantically, eyes stopping on a dark corner of your room. Red eyes watching you, a shadow figure beside them grinning at you. Before you could know it, your body was pressed to the bed with Alastor on top of you. "W-What do you mean!? Angel was simply comforting me! Besides you were also all over Rosie!" Thrashing around now, as you try to push Alastor off of you, but he was simply too strong for you. "Oh, so you're jealous sweetheart? Was that payback then?" Alastor head was lowered as he whispered those words into your ear making your eyes grow wide. "He was comforting me because I was crying! Which I by the way was because of you!" Staring into your eyes now, Alastor was at a loss for words. You were crying? Because of him on top of that? Before he knew it, he watched your eyes fill with tears again daring to flow over. Now he had fucked up this time.. Again.

"D-Don't cry! Dearest I'm sorry." Scooting off of you now, he sits beside you not really knowing what to do, he never had to deal with someone besides Niffty crying. And Charlie, but that was a different story. Your hands rubbing over your eyes now, trying to get rid of the tears. Before you knew it, the culprit of your tears grabbed your hand, leading it to his head. Alastor wasn't great with words to comfort you, but this was his way of trying to comfort you after screwing up, which you deeply appreciated. Looking up at him now, eyes red from crying, as your hand starts to softly rub over his ears. "I meet up with Rosie to ask her for advice on what to get you as an apology for last time." Pulling out a little box from his coat now, he hands it to you. Sitting up, you take the red box from his hands, opening it slowly. Inside was a gold necklace with a red pendant in a tear shape. "It's beautiful.." You were at a loss for words right now, you didn't think he would get you something like this as an apology. "Let me put it on you dearest, turn around." Moving yourself now that your back is to him, you softly move any hair out of the way so he can put the necklace around your neck. Hand reaching down as you take the pendant between your fingers. "Thank-" Your words were interrupted by a soft kiss being pressed to your neck, but as you turned around, Alastor was gone, and only caught a glimpse of his shadow disappearing. Hand reaching to the place you had felt him kiss. Did you only imagine that? No, he definitely kissed your neck.

The next day you wanted to ask Alastor about it, but he was nowhere to be seen, as if he was avoiding you, which made you a little bit sad. Did he regret it?

Till now you also were not able to accomplish your victory in this little game. Making yourself question if you were ever going to figure out if he had a little deer tail. Turning around now, you caught a glimpse of red hair disappearing, making you dart right after him. So he truly was avoiding you! Before he could close his door, you put your foot between the door and the doorframe. "Open the door, I won't go away!" It took almost a whole minute for him to open the door, entering the room, the door is closed behind you. Crossing your arms in front of your chest now, you turn around to face Alastor now. "Are you avoiding me?" Static radio error. "Of course not dear! Why should I?" He was obviously more than nervous to be talking to you right now. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because since yesterday you've been running away from me and not shown your face once?" Looking at him skeptically now, he tried to look composed as always with his smile, but you noticed how his smile was slightly strained and his hand clenched just a bit tighter around his staff. "If this is about the kiss and you regret it just say it please, I won't be mad at you." Your eyes were avoiding his now. Oh if only you knew it was the complete opposite.

"Listen dear, it's not that.. It's.. How do I say, rather the opposite? I have been feeling rather drawn to you, wanting to get closer but.. I don't quite know how to handle these emotions." For once Alastor looked nervous, something you had never truly seen on him, he seemed so unsure. Holding out your hand, waiting for him to perhaps take it, which he did. Eyes locked on your hands, as he was softly playing with your fingers, slowly linking them together. "Listen it's okay, take as much time as you need to figure this out okay?" A soft smile was on your lips now, trying to reassure and calm him, but it had quite the opposite effect on him.

"May I kiss you?" Blurting those words out without even thinking about it, both of you were staring at each other with blown eyes now. You question yourself if you heard correctly and Alastor questions his sanity by asking you this, was he completely going crazy now? "If you want to, I allow you to do anything you want, I trust you." Now this surprised him, he indeed wanted to try this but.. he had never kissed anyone before. Not while alive, and certainly not while dead. Slowly his hand lays on your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, angling your head so you are looking at him. Your hands softly grab onto the front of his coat, eyes closed to give him full control. Alastor could either take his time or pull away entirely, it was all up to him, you let him go at his own pace.

And before he knew it, he was leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. It felt different than he had imagined, it felt warm and comforting. It was a simple soft peck, nothing too spectacular, but for both of you, it was something special. When he pulled away again and you looked up into his eyes, you noticed movement behind him, your eyes lowering and noticing something moving under the backside of his coat. Eyes glancing with interest now, Alastor's eyes following yours to what you were looking at, a sigh leaving his lips. Before you knew it, Alastor was shrugging his coat off, his shadow hanging it somewhere in the room. And there it was, a fluffy deer tail, that was right now softly swishing from side to side, it was adorable. Alastor was a sight right now. His ears were pointed towards you, a blush over the bridge of his nose while his tail swished from side to side.

Reaching out your hand to touch his tail with sparking eyes, his hand stops yours as he watches you. "Once. It's different than my ears, one pat and that's it darling." Nodding in agreement, he turns around a bit as your hand softly pats over his tail once. It was soft just like his ears. Looking up with a smile now, his head was turned to the front, but his ears were turned to your direction, which looked super adorable. "Well since I was only allowed to pet your tail once, I would like to pat your ears again!" Smiling up at him innocently now, he exactly knew how this would end.

And he was correct, he was now lying on his bed with you, his head on your stomach as you were contentedly playing with his ears. Even though it would probably take a while till both of you knew how to call this relationship, you were more than happy that your one hand was busy patting his ears, and the other one was softly held by the red-haired man. You could get used to this.

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[ebodebo]

You and Simon had spent the better part of the morning indulging in the decadent breakfast you had prepared as the sun rose over the horizon.

He pleaded for you to stay in bed and not fuss about making him breakfast. He’d get you those bagels you loved from the shop down the road and some fresh cream cheese from the dairy to slap on top.

You leaned closer, placing a smack of a kiss on his cheek. “You deserve it, hon,” you smiled, slipping on your cozy slippers and one of Simon’s hoodies, happily making your way into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but sink into the mattress. How did he manage to find you? A divine blessing you were.

You thought you overdid it with all the food you made. Crepes, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, all to be washed down with some fresh-pressed juice from your orange trees—far too much for just the two of you. But Simon would be damned if he left even one piece of the crispy bacon uneaten.

“Good?” you asked with a smile, fiddling with a waffle on your plate as you watched Simon demolish his food.

“Damn good, baby. Got me such a pretty chef,” he muttered, biting some egg. You flashed him a smile, tipping your head towards him as you reached for the syrup, filling every hole on your waffle.

A comfortable silence fell over both of you. The occasional ‘clank’ of silverware and the soft hum of the heater kicking on were the only noises to be heard. The doorbell sharply rang, echoing off the walls of the hallway and bleeding into the kitchen.

You sat your fork down, easing your way up before Simon shooed you back down and placed your fork back in your hand. “Eat,” he mutters as he walks to the front door.

Simon swings open the front door to be met by the postman, who is staggering with excitement as he hands Simon a loose envelope. The postman tips his head slightly, viewing you inside, standing, and placing more bacon on Simon’s plate. Simon’s hoodie hit just below the curve of your ass, and as you moved, it shifted a little higher, giving him a view of your panties.

“I suggest you stop making looks at my wife, or I’ll do more than just kill that pretty pension check,” Simon says, ripping the envelope from the postman’s hand. The guy's eyes flick to Simon’s in record time, full of worry.

“I don’t know what—” he starts, his tone defensive.

“You think I’m an idiot?“ Simon stoically says, crossing his big arms over his chest. “Huh?”

“No—I, I,” The post guy stutters.

Simon raises a brow. “Can’t speak now?” The post guy says something incoherent, and Simon breathes impatiently.

“Use your fuckin’ words,” Simon hurriedly says.

“I—I you know what, I, I, I’m gonna go,” the post guy stammers, almost falling over the porch's front steps, flalling to his mail truck, but not before shouting, “The next shipping is on me.” You bet your ass it is.

Simon clenches his teeth as he closes the door, turning to see you standing behind him. “Baby, I think you scared him,” you laugh out. Simon reaches out, grasping your hand and pulling you closer. You yelp as Simon pulls you flush with his body, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Fuckin’ animal, that one,” he mutters into your hair.

Simon never really believed in coincidences. His brain was too methodical—calculated. It was something you learned from your long history together.

So, it was odd to hear him say to the police that it must have been a coincidence that the same day he gets into a scrabble with the postman, he goes missing and is then found dead in a lake with bruises covering his body.

It was definitely a coincidence.

a/n: your honor my client didn't commit that crime! just trust me!

[kamospeach]

plot: basketballplayer!eren who matches his angry girlfriends energy they're both hotheads

content warning: black coded, heavy cursing, shower sex, fingering, daddy kink, pretty chill

peachy's yap: wc 3.4k.ᐟ i think about reader yelling at eren for yelling at her very often i fear. i really didn't want to make this a smut so i keep the smut to a minimum.

Tuesday at 6:43pm

this tuesday was like every other tuesday except for one different thing. like usual on the second day of the week, you walk into the arena of your college to watch your boyfriend play. finding his mom and dad sitting there along with his big brother zeke. you all sat right in the front, your legs crossed sitting proud in the jersey he instructed you to wear for today.

again, just like every tuesday, eren ran out alongside his teammates as they warmed up. the first thing he did was look for you and his family, blowing a kiss to all of you. he then turned back to the crowd, throwing his hands in the air to rile them up and get them as loud as he could. this was his game-day ritual; nothing was different until they walked in.

your rival school, the first student to walk in was jean, the internet's biggest troll. he had been going live on instagram, saying how he was going to beat your school— 'full sweep,' to be exact. of course, that angered eren. not only were they both D1 basketball players, but everyone knew of their beef .comments went around, with people betting on who they suspected would win.

'trost university is going to destroy shinganshina state'

'only good player on ssu is eren yeager'

'trost is ass, yeager is going to lead us to victory'

the comments went on and on which only fueled eren's competitiveness through the roof. you told him not to be too conceited on the court which only made him mad at you. he thought you were saying he wasn’t good at what he does.

it wasn’t necessarily that but you couldn’t help but feel like jean and his team had improved since last year. although your school won last year it wasn’t by anything except 10 points and the game was back and forth the whole hour and a half.

just as you expected the game was close and eren was heated the whole time. jean getting in eren's face calling him and you quote 'pussy ass boy'. which made eren’s face turn red raining 3 after 3 but it wasn't enough.

although he was good everyone else on the team lacked any effort. no defense, no one else powered through offensively, and an excessive amount of turnovers. the game was 5 minutes away from ending and it was getting embarrassing. if you weren't part of this school you'd unfortunately agree with jean this was a full sweep. the buzzer went off and you stood from your seat looking up at the scoreboard.

119-73

fuck. you heard yelling and you quickly walked to the floor followed by his family. as you got closer and closer you realized the yelling was your boyfriend. curses spewed from his mouth as he spat across the court. pushing through people to get to him before he lunged at whoever he was arguing with.

"man fuck you, you didn't have to say nothin' to me and you did." eren yelled and jean laughed eyes following you as you grabbed eren's arm.

"yea okay you was talkin' shit online so say that shit to my face. or are you too scared to get your ass beat in front of your bitch." jean spat and you looked around, you just KNOW he wasn't calling you a bitch.

"who you calling a bitch?" you said looking at the boy before you. he smirked about to open his mouth but eren beat him to it.

"if you arguing wimme talk shit about me, fuck is you speakin' on my girl for?" he said walking up to jean and usually you'd hold him back. but jean called you a bitch, no mercy for the wicked.

"what you wanna do? fight?" jean asked looking eren up and down.

"beat his ass rennie!" you yelled and before the two men could get to fighting someone yelled.

"eren and y/n!" his father yelled making the both of you look in his direction. the strictness in his voice scared a lot of the people around you. everyone including jean turned to look in the direction of the yelling. there stood grisha on the other end of the court. the sternness in his voice made everyone pause. "over here... now!" you both nodded turning away from jean and walking over to his family.

"great you got us in trouble." eren joked and lightly shoved your shoulder making you laugh.

"me? i didn't tell you to fight him." you huff turning your nose up at eren and looking away.

"yeah right aren't you the one who told me to beat his ass?" he laughs and you shake your head feigning innocence.

"nah," you said as you guys stood in front of his parents.

"you'll both end up getting beat up one day." his mother said shaking her head as she laughed.

"well he shouldn't have said anything about her," he said looking back to see if his team was going to the locker rooms yet. eren talked with you and his family a little longer, but he was still fed up. he looked tired, like he was ready to get in the showers and get to bed.

his answers were short and whenever his dad brought up the game he'd wave it off. once it was time for him to go to the back you all let him go about his business. you waited next to eren's car and his parents waited with you at their car which was parked next to his.

after another 30 minutes, eren was walking out with his shirt around his shoulders and his warm-up sweats on. you rolled your eyes as he walked out dapping people up and starting conversations. it was getting colder by the minute and you really weren't in the mood.

"eren let's go!" you yelled and he looked at you with a glare and left his friend behind. he unlocked his car door so that you could get in the car. but you didn't want to get in because if he knew you were warm he would take his sweet time.

"thanks for coming you guys," he said to his family kissing his mom on the forehead and hugging his father and brother. after he said his goodbyes you both got in his car and he looked at you. “why you makin' that face?"

"how many times have i told you to wear a shirt outside? you'll get sick." you huffed as he threw his backpack in the back. "especially straight out of the showers."

"ma... i just lost a game and you're talking about me getting sick." he huffed starting the car as you guys made your way to his apartment. you lived on campus but you never went home on game days since eren wanted you with him after a game. win or lose.

"well guess what happens when you get sick? you. can't. play." you said tilting your head back and forth each time you spoke. eren just looked at you out the side of his eye not interested in engaging in an argument.

after a short drive to his apartment, you quickly got out of the car walking to his door. you pulled out your spare unlocked his door and pushed your way in. you walked to his kitchen looking through his fridge not even bothering to acknowledge his presence.

"so you get an attitude with me and come in here looking through my food," he said setting his bag down near the door.

"you mad at me 'cause i don't want you to get sick," you mumbled grabbing his leftover pasta and warming it up for the two of you.

"who was mad? all i said was i just lost a game. like nobody wanna hear that shit when they just got they ass kick!" he said raising his voice and you turned to him with a brow raised.

"okay, my bad. but i told you to not get too cocky." you gave him a pointed look and he jerked his head.

"what're you saying i'm not good enough to beat jean?" he jumped to the conclusion now full-on yelling and you sighed. he knew that's not what you meant, not at all.

"i told you when we watched film, they're exceptionally better than last year!" you reminded him and he hummed, now you were yelling.

"oh so now you're a basketball expert?" he yelled getting closer and closer to your face and you rolled your eyes.

"i mean shit we watched it all the time! why are you acting like im your enemy? i was trying to help you not be disappointed!" you yell and he scoffed.

"so what i was supposed to just expect to lose?" he waved his hands in the air.

"i don't know! stop yelling pissing me off!" you yelled back and he looked at you like you had grown two extra sets of arms.

"you're yelling at me!" he yelled again and you gave him a blank stare.

"i'm yelling at you because you're yelling at me!" you rebutted and he threw his hands in the air.

"so then shut up!" he said with a chuckle and you nodded laughing to yourself. "you just wanna argue so bad," he said wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against the counter. your back to his chest as you both waited for the food to warm.

eren’s hands started to trail up your body. you already knew what he was hinting at without him saying anything. you weren’t in the mood at the moment. you just wanted to eat, lay down with eren, and sleep.

his post-game stamina was insane. you’d both go round after round not stopping until your brain was fucked smooth. or you couldn’t speak from being so out of breath.

you knew tonight would be worse because he was LIVID. if the celebratory fucks were bad you couldn’t imagine the pounding he’d give you tonight. losing to jean, to your rival school, and after two weeks of trolling you’re bound to be half dead by morning.

“not tonight ren,” you say reaching up to grab your warmed food. he kept his arms around your waist dragging behind you every place you went. followed behind you to grab the plates. not even helping when you struggled to reach for them.

“ma please, at least a quickie we can do it right here,” he begged softly thrusting his hips into yours. demonstrating how simple it would be to have a quickie at this moment. "see i could take you right now. 10 minutes done." he said and you laughed at him.

"no ren i'm tired, i had work and your game." you made up an excuse and he scoffed.

"you're such an old lady," he laughed knowing the 'work' you were referring to was working at the school library. sitting down checking people into the computer lab and helping only if they needed. he knew your day was uneventful since you blew up his phone while he was in class.

"i'll be that." you hum turning to look up at your boyfriend who smiled down at you. for someone who just lost his basketball game he sure was happy. you shake your head as you laugh at him, his mood was so back and forth it was crazy.

"you so fuckin pretty," he said staring you at your face. he analyzed everything about you, he started by looking at your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips.

"thank you but why are you staring?" you laughed handing him a plate and he shrugged taking it.

"because you're my girl?" he said in a questioning tone. you both sat on his couch and he turned on the tv for the two of you. you both ate and watched a movie engaging in conversation here and there. once you guys finished eating you cleaned the dishes and decided it was time to head to bed.

"i'm about to get in the shower," you tell eren who nods with a hum. you go into the bathroom and strip down, and you turn on the water waiting for it to warm. as you were waiting you felt eren's presence behind you. seconds later you felt his dick pressed against your ass. although an hour ago you weren't in the mood you can't lie that the feeling of him pressed against you wasn't turning you on.

"see how hard you make me?" he whispered in your ear and you just laughed at his attempt to seduce you. you turned around to see eren naked, looking a little too excited to take a shower for the second time in 2 hours.

"didn't you already take a shower in the locker room?" you asked stepping into the shower of course followed by eren.

"yeah? but i'd miss the chance to see you naked," he smirked grabbing your waist to spin you around. you looked up at eren trying to avoid direct eye contact not wanting to fall into his trap. "why you looking away from me?"

"because if i look at you, i might let you get what you want," you admitted and he gripped your chin squeezing your cheeks making your lips pout. he forced you to turn your face and look in his green eyes.

"you don't have to do anything you don't want to. but i ain't gon' tell you no." he laughed and you nodded understanding what he meant. your brain ran through your options, you did want to sleep but you had to shower. so maybe you guys could just do something real quick.

"i think i want to," you say grabbing his dick stroking it slowly and groaning. he pulls your face to him in a heated kiss his other dropping to your waist. he kissed you sloppily letting go of your jaw and slapping your ass, which stung a little more because of the water. you pulled away to frown at him. "you know that hurts more than usual."

"m'sorry i been waiting to do that," he admits with a grunt loving the way your soft hands pump his cock sensually.

he had been looking at your ass in those jeans you wore with his jersey. he rubbed the spot he had slapped hoping to soothe the pain. he went back to kissing you hungrily pushing his tongue in your mouth. gliding it over yours swirling it around tasting your mouth.

"open." he quickly said pulling away from you, and you listened opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. he let his spit drip in your mouth watching it slide down your throat.

"couldn't wait until you were fucking me?" you asked and he shook his head. releasing the grip on your ass relocating his hands to your breast. his head swooped down capturing your nipple in his mouth. he sucked and lightly bit on your nipple making you moan. he wanted to be a gentleman and engage in some type of foreplay. he switched showing attention to your other breast just before his resolve fell.

"i can't wait when it comes to you," he says reaching down to slide his fingers through your folds. even tho the water was running over the both of you he could tell the drippings between your thighs was more slick than water. he rubbed your clit not once breaking the intense eye contact you both held.

his middle finger slipped into your cunt, your legs got weak and you gripped onto eren’s bicep. he didn’t waste any time adding in my middle finger pumping fast. your thoughts were cloudy the only thing in your mind was the way eren’s fingers moved inside you.

“ren,” you moan out looking up at him as he just smiled at you.

“yes?” he asked tilting his head to the said fingering you faster. your words were broken up by your moans as you pleaded with him. letting out a strangled ‘pls just fuck me’ and eren couldn’t deny he was just as eager as you.

he picked you up pressing your back against the cold tile. making you hiss from the feeling. eren lined himself up with you sliding you down on him. you squealed feeling like he was in your chest. he bit back a moan which made it almost sound like a growl instead. he stilled for a minute letting you both catch your breath.

the next thing you knew eren was thrusting into you roughly. using his upper body to press you against the wall and hold you in place. his hips snapped into yours at an almost feral pace. all the sounds of your actions were pornographic. the way your cunt is squelching, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his loud grunts and groans, and your moans and squeals.

you reached up to run your hands through his shoulder-length hair. the feeling of the shower water running over the both of you while you engaged in such lewd acts. your back arched off the wall while eren placed one of your feet on the ground. he held your other leg up fucking into you hitting that spot in you at a whole different angle.

“ren… your t…too deep!” you yelped but he didn’t care. he liked being so deep in you your eyes rolled back in your head and your body began to twitch. all of that was what made fucking you more rewarding than any basketball game he could ever play. he pressed his forehead against yours pecking your lips.

“i know ma let me just make you cum okay?” he whispered moving his hands to grip your face. “it feel good? tell your rennie how much you love it." he groaned in your ear.

"fuck i love it, i love you." you moaned and eren smiled still relentlessly thrusting into you. although the way your walls clenched and unclenched around him had his head on cloud nine. your fucked out face and gaping mouth in the shape of an 'o' was stroking his pride.

"you love me? that's why you were a good girl for me?" he asked feeling your needy cunt gripping onto him for dear life. "you about to cum? tell me you love me again." he instructed you the feeling in his stomach letting him know he was close and would be cumming right behind you.

"i love you daddy..." you moaned your nails scratching his back as a wave of pleasure hit you like a train. your body could barely take the feeling of your orgasm, this was better than anything you'd felt. eren was close behind you his hips stuttering as he released in you. his warm cum filling you up and leaking from you dripping down his balls.

"fuck i love you too ma," he grunted but it sounded more feral like it came from the depths of his chest. he pulled his now limp dick out of you letting your leg down. they were sore and weak so you grabbed onto eren. "you did so well." he hummed against the top of your head leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"ren i can't stand." you frowned and he smiled nodding. without a second thought, eren took it upon himself to clean you first. after he had fully cleaned you and you were satisfied with the job he did he took his shower. you sat on the toilet towel wrapped around your body. you couldn't lie you watched eren intently as he took his shower.

"take a picture." he said glancing at you and you shrugged joking saying 'i will' making him laugh. he really didn't care if you did. considering all the nudes he'd sent to you throughout the day when he didn't have practice and was waiting for you to come over.

once eren was done in the shower you both finished your night routine getting into bed. your head against his chest while he laid one arm wrapped around your shoulder and one behind his head. you both were nodding off at the movie on the screen.

"i promise the next time i will not fall for your trap," you said and he let out a small laugh.

"i didn't trap you, you started it," he said which technically wasn't wrong which made you roll your eyes.

"go to sleep." you huffed and he kissed the top of your head.

"good night."

[youthguk]

Pretty please | one-shot

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, jk is submissive in this one

words: 4k

summary: With your body on top of his and your voice in his ear, Jungkook doesn’t need anything else. He’s soft, needy, aching—and every second he spends under your control only makes him fall harder.

author’s note: this one was requested ♡ feedback is very welcomed

You didn’t mean to tease him. Not really. But something about the way Jungkook had been looking at you all evening—like you’d hung the moon just for him—made it impossible not to lean in a little closer, let your fingers brush his a little longer, smile a little softer.

You’d both been curled up on your couch, a drama playing forgotten in the background, legs tangled under the same blanket. His head rested on your lap now, dark hair splayed over your thighs, lashes kissing his cheeks, lips slightly parted like he was holding back something he couldn’t say aloud.

“You’re staring,” you whispered, brushing his bangs back.

Jungkook blinked slowly, eyes wide, warm, like melted honey. “I like being looked at by you. But when I do it, you catch me.”

“You’re easy to read,” you teased, sliding your fingers through his hair again. “I always know what you want.”

His breath caught just a little. “I want to be good,” he said quietly. “For you.”

The words bloomed hot in your chest, settling lower, spreading slow. You smiled, leaned down, and kissed his forehead.

“You already are.”

But your hand kept moving, trailing past his jaw, down his chest, feeling the way his breath stuttered as you grazed over his stomach. He was so responsive—already shifting under your touch, already looking up at you like he needed permission to keep breathing.

“You want more?” you asked, voice like velvet.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed. He nodded. Just once. Small, shy. Submissive.

“I’ll be good,” he whispered. “Just tell me what to do.”

You let your thumb brush the corner of his lips. His breath caught, lashes fluttering like he couldn’t decide whether to close his eyes or keep looking at you — like he was scared of missing a single second.

“Take your shirt off, baby,” you said softly. Not a command. A gift. A place to rest.

Jungkook moved slowly, reverently, as if each movement had to be perfect for you. He sat up just enough to peel his oversized tee over his head, hair falling messily back into his eyes. His skin was smooth, warm under your palms when you reached to touch him again. The tension in his shoulders melted the second your hands slid down his chest.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you murmured, and he flushed all the way to his ears. That beautiful boyish pink he got whenever you said something that made his head spin.

“Just like this?” he whispered, voice almost trembling.

You smiled. “Just like this. Under me. Waiting for me.”

He leaned into your touch, hands settling hesitantly on your thighs, like he needed grounding. His voice was soft again when he spoke: “I want you to use me.”

The words didn’t come from lust. They came from trust. From the way he melted under your fingertips. From the way he let you see him small, open, vulnerable.

You leaned in and kissed him slow, sweet — the kind of kiss that makes you ache in the best way, the kind that says you’re safe, you’re mine, I’ve got you.And he moaned into it, soft and needy, his hands tightening just slightly as you pushed him gently back against the cushions again.

You took your time climbing into his lap, straddling him — slow, intentional — and Jungkook looked up at you like he was watching something sacred.

“Can I…” he started, swallowing hard, “Can I touch you?”

You nodded, guiding his hands to your waist. “Only where I tell you.”

A shaky exhale. “Okay.”

You rocked your hips down once, gently, just enough to feel how hard he already was under you, even through the layers. Jungkook let out the quietest whimper, burying his face in your neck.

“You’re so sensitive tonight,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Is it because you’ve been thinking about this all evening? Thinking about being under me?”

He nodded against your shoulder. “All day.”

You smiled again, slow and dangerous, but so soft it made him whimper.

“Then I guess we’ll take our time. Since you’ve been so patient.”

“Then I guess we’ll take our time. Since you’ve been so patient.”

You cupped his cheek, and Jungkook leaned into your hand like it was the only thing holding him together. His lashes kissed your palm as he closed his eyes, and for a long moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of his breath, uneven and shallow, his heartbeat echoing under your fingers.

He looked up again when you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, barely touching. His lips parted slightly, eyes glazed with something tender. His hands were still on your waist, unmoving, obedient, waiting.

“You look so good like this,” you said softly, almost to yourself. “Letting me do whatever I want with you.”

“I want it,” he breathed, almost too quietly. “I want everything you give me.”

You leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, deeper. He tasted like strawberries and warmth. His mouth opened under yours so easily, so sweetly, like he didn’t know how to resist you even if he tried. You sucked on his bottom lip gently and felt the way his fingers twitched on your hips, needing more but too afraid to take it.

So good. So soft for you.

“Can I hold you tighter?” he asked against your mouth, eyes searching yours for the smallest permission.

You nodded, and his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you closer to his chest, burying his face in your neck again with a small sigh. He breathed you in like your skin could calm whatever storm brewed in his chest.

“You always smell like home,” he whispered.

You combed your fingers through his hair again, letting your nails graze lightly against his scalp. He shivered and let out a sound — not quite a moan, not quite a whimper — something in between, something raw.

“You make it so easy to be soft,” he said after a beat. “I didn’t know I needed this. I didn’t know I could need someone like this.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, wide brown eyes filled with so much emotion it made your heart ache.

“I’ll take care of you,” you said, your voice steady. “You don’t have to be anything but mine.”

His eyes fluttered shut again. “Please. Just… let me stay like this for a while.”

You let your fingers trail down his spine, slow and reassuring, and he melted into you completely. You stayed like that—pressed against him, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his heart beating like a promise beneath your hand.

And there was no rush. No fire to put out just yet. Just him, in your lap, holding you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

You shifted in his lap just a little, barely more than a breath, and felt the way his body responded—how his thighs tensed beneath you, how he sucked in a sharp inhale against your collarbone.

“You’re hard already,” you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’ve barely even been touched.”

He groaned quietly, hiding his face against your shoulder, as if embarrassed. But his hips tilted up—just slightly, involuntarily—seeking friction. Seeking you.

“I can’t help it,” he whispered. “It’s always like this with you.”

You rolled your hips slowly against him, just once, enough to hear the sound he made—soft, broken, desperate. His fingers dug into your waist, not hard, not to control you—just to anchor himself.

“Don’t tease,” he breathed, but there was no real protest in his voice. Only pleading.

“Then tell me what you want.”

He hesitated. You could feel it in the way he stilled beneath you, in the pause in his breath, in the flutter of his lashes. But then—

“You.” A whisper. “All of you. Please.”

You kissed his cheek, then his jaw, then lower, your lips brushing the slope of his neck. His head tilted instinctively, giving you more space, more of him to kiss. You sucked gently at the skin just below his ear, and his hips jumped beneath you.

“Y/n…”

His voice was wrecked already. And you’d barely even started.

You pulled back just enough to tug your shirt over your head, letting it fall behind you. Jungkook’s eyes dropped immediately—no hesitation this time—and widened. His mouth parted like he forgot how to speak. Like he forgot how to breathe.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, hands twitching at your waist. “Can I…?”

“Touch me,” you said, guiding his palms up your sides, over the curve of your ribs, to your chest. His touch was hesitant at first—like he couldn’t believe he was allowed—but you covered his hands with yours, pressing him into you.

He whimpered at the contact.

“You always look like you’re about to fall apart when I let you touch me,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. “You like being like this, don’t you?”

He nodded quickly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone now, his hands trembling slightly against your bare skin. “I love it,” he breathed. “I love when you’re on top. I love when you use me.”

“Good boy,” you whispered, and the shiver that ran through him made your stomach flip.

His fingers were sliding down now, fumbling slightly as he reached for the waistband of your bottoms, pupils blown wide, his need written across every inch of him. But he still paused.

“Can I take them off?”

“You can do anything I let you,” you said, voice velvet-sweet. “And right now? I want you to see everything.”

He obeyed like it was instinct, like it was worship, tugging your underwear down slowly, reverently, as if unwrapping a gift he’d only dreamed of touching. He looked up at you from beneath his lashes once you were bare above him—and fuck, the look in his eyes could ruin you.

A mix of awe, hunger, and devotion. Like you were a goddess, and he was already on his knees.

Jungkook’s breath trembled as he looked up at you, lips parted, fingers still resting at the curve of your hips like he wasn’t sure whether to hold on or worship. You could see the restraint in him, how tightly he was wound. He wanted to devour you. But only if you told him to.

“Touch me, baby,” you said gently. “I want your hands on me.”

And god, the way he exhaled—like he’d been holding his breath for hours—before his hands slid up your thighs, reverent and slow. He touched you like you were breakable. Like you were holy.

His fingertips traced between your legs, featherlight. Testing. You rolled your hips into his hand with a soft moan, and his eyes fluttered, lips pressing together as if he could feel it all just as deeply.

“So wet already,” he murmured, voice dazed, almost unbelieving. “Is that for me?”

“All for you,” you breathed, rocking into him again. “Do you want to taste me?”

His eyes darkened instantly. He nodded, too fast, too eager.

You smiled, kissed his flushed cheek, then stood briefly—just enough to switch positions, gently guiding him down onto the couch. His head tilted back obediently as you climbed over him again, now straddling his chest, your knees on either side of his shoulders. His mouth fell open, his hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, anchoring you there.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair. “And you’re going to make me feel so good.”

“Yes,” he moaned, desperate. “Please, let me.”

You shifted your hips forward and he didn’t hesitate. His tongue found you instantly, slow and careful at first—like he wanted to savor every second. He moaned into you, the vibrations shooting through your core. His grip on your thighs tightened, grounding you, holding you in place like he couldn’t bear the thought of you pulling away.

“Fuck, Jungkook…” You gasped, grinding softly against his mouth. “That’s it. Just like that. Be good for me.”

He whimpered, pulling you closer. His tongue moved deeper, more confidently now, chasing every reaction you gave him. He was messy with it—needy, eager, completely lost in you—and it was intoxicating.

You looked down at him: hair tousled between your legs, eyes fluttering shut, his face glistening with you, and you knew he loved it. Needed it. Needed your taste, your praise, your weight on him.

“You like it when I use you like this?” you asked breathlessly, grinding down harder now, chasing your own release.

He nodded as best he could, groaning in response, sucking on your clit just the way he knew you liked. And that was it. You broke with a cry, hips bucking, hands fisting in his hair as your orgasm crashed through you, wave after wave of heat and light and him.

You rode it out against his mouth, trembling, panting, while he licked you through it like a man starved, moaning softly beneath you as if your pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

When you finally pulled back, he looked wrecked. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide with adoration. His chest rose and fell in uneven gasps.

“You okay?” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth.

He nodded, eyes shining. “I’ve never felt more okay.”

You smiled against his lips. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And when your hand slid down to the waistband of his jeans again, his breath hitched—yes, please written all over his beautiful face.

Your fingers slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, teasing, dragging your nails lightly over the skin just above his hips. Jungkook’s breath stuttered, and he let out a soft, choked moan that sounded like it had been trapped in his chest for too long.

“Please…” he whispered, almost shyly, even though he was the one already wrecked, lips wet from you, pupils blown wide with hunger. “Please touch me.”

You undid his jeans slowly, deliberately, letting your fingertips brush over his hard length straining beneath the fabric. His hips jerked, involuntary and desperate, and his hands fisted in the cushions beside him. You watched his face, the way it contorted with every little drag of your palm over him, still fully clothed.

“So needy,” you purred, leaning down to kiss his throat, biting just lightly at the skin there. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about all day? Me taking you apart?”

He whimpered. Nodded.

“I think about it all the time,” he confessed, his voice hoarse. “About how good you make me feel. About being under you. About how much I want to be yours.”

You wrapped your hand around him through his boxers, giving him a firm, slow stroke. Jungkook gasped, his back arching, his mouth falling open. His cock twitched beneath your grip, begging for more.

“You are mine,” you whispered against his neck. “And tonight, I’m going to ruin you.”

You tugged his boxers down, finally freeing him—and fuck, the way he looked right then. Spread out beneath you, flushed and trembling, cock leaking and aching, eyes glazed and reverent. He was beautiful. Utterly at your mercy.

You wrapped your hand around him again, skin to skin now, and he groaned deep, throwing his head back. His thighs trembled under your hips. You stroked him slow at first, watching the way his chest rose in quick, uneven breaths.

“I want you to come just like this,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and dragging it down his shaft. “From my hand. Looking up at me.”

He moaned louder now, desperate, grinding into your palm.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” you asked sweetly, and his eyes shot open to meet yours.

“Yes,” he gasped, completely undone. “Yes, please, just—don’t stop.”

You leaned down and kissed him, deep and hungry, your hand never stopping its rhythm. His moans melted into your mouth, and his hips bucked helplessly, lost in the friction, in your touch, in you.

“Let go for me,” you whispered against his lips. “Be good and come for me, Jungkook.”

And that was all it took.

His whole body tensed, hands clawing at the fabric beneath him, his breath catching as his orgasm hit him hard. He cried out your name, hips jerking, spilling into your hand, messy and beautiful. You watched him fall apart, every sound, every movement a gift you’d pulled from him.

When it was over, his body slumped, chest heaving, sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“You did so well,” you whispered. “My good boy.”

He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, a dazed smile pulling at his lips. “Only for you.”

He was still laid out beneath you, chest heaving, his skin flushed and damp. His lips were kiss-bitten, pink and parted, and his eyes… God, those eyes.

Looking up at you like you were salvation and sin wrapped into one.

You traced your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch, the way his cock twitched again against his stomach, already starting to harden despite everything you’d just taken from him.

“You still want more?” you asked, tilting your head, voice soft, teasing.

Jungkook swallowed hard. Nodded. “I want you. I want to feel you ride me.”

You smiled slowly, like a match catching fire. “You’re mine tonight. Every part of you.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just watched with reverence as you reached between your legs, guiding his still-sensitive length back to your entrance. You were soaked, warm and pulsing from your own orgasm, and the feel of him sliding back into you drew a breathless moan from your lips.

“F-fuck,” he choked out, head falling back against the pillow, the muscles in his neck straining. “Too much—too good—I can’t—”

“You can,” you whispered, lowering your hips inch by inch, your walls clenching around him as you took him deeper. “You will.”

You started to move—slow, grinding circles with your hips, every roll dragging his cock along your slick walls in a way that made his eyes roll back. His fingers dug into your thighs, but not to control you—just to hold on.

He was already shaking beneath you, breath catching with every bounce, every glide of your soaked core down his cock. You rode him with a kind of hunger wrapped in grace, like you knew every part of his body better than he did.

“Look at you,” you murmured, voice thick with arousal. “Already falling apart again. Just from being inside me.”

“Can’t help it,” he gasped. “You feel—fuck, you feel unreal.”

You leaned forward, your chest brushing his, sweat mixing between your bodies, and kissed him hard. Your lips claimed his, tongue stroking deep into his mouth as your hips sped up—faster, wetter, louder now, the air filled with the sound of your bodies moving together.

He moaned into your mouth, desperate and raw, his hands sliding up your back like he didn’t know where to hold, only that he needed to. Every time you came down on him, he met you with a helpless thrust of his hips, like his body couldn’t not chase your rhythm.

“You love it when I use you like this,” you breathed against his lips, grinding down hard, feeling how deep he was, how much he filled you. “When I take my pleasure from you.”

He nodded frantically, lost in it. “I love it—fuck, I love being yours—please don’t stop.”

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” you said, dragging your nails down his chest. “Not until I do.”

“Please—please, I’ll wait,” he panted. “I’ll be good—I’ll wait—”

You rode him harder now, chasing your own high, your thighs beginning to tremble, clenching around him as your orgasm built again—hot, demanding, consuming. Jungkook’s moans grew louder, rougher, his whole body tightening under you, but he held on.

“Touch me,” you whispered through clenched teeth. “Touch my clit. Just like you know how.”

His hand was already there, trembling fingers rubbing soft, eager circles over your swollen bud. The moment he touched you like that—like he knew your body was his home—you fell apart. You gasped his name, throwing your head back as pleasure surged through you, blinding and endless.

And then—only then—you looked down at him, pupils blown, lips trembling. “Come, baby. Now.”

He shattered beneath you.

A guttural cry ripped from his throat as he spilled inside you, hips bucking wildly, his whole body writhing under the intensity of it. You didn’t stop riding him, dragging out every last pulse, every last moan, until he collapsed into the cushions, breathless and ruined.

You stayed there, straddling him, hearts pounding in sync, his arms wrapping around your waist like he needed to keep you close or he’d disappear.

“Holy… fuck,” he whispered, dazed. “You… you just destroyed me.”

You leaned down, kissed his forehead, then his lips, soft this time. “And you took it so well.”

His smile was blissful. Fucked-out. Grateful. “For you?” he murmured, eyes fluttering closed. “Always.”

The blanket barely covered either of you, tangled halfway down your legs, but neither of you seemed to care. Jungkook lay on his back, one arm draped behind his head like he was posing for a painting, lips still pink and swollen from your kisses. His hair was a mess — sweaty, wild, perfect — and there was a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that hadn’t been there earlier.

“Damn,” he said, glancing over at you with mischief already brewing in his eyes. “You really don’t mess around when you’re on top.”

You snorted, rolling toward him on your side. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every second.”

“I did,” he grinned, lifting a hand to trail a finger down your arm. “But the way you were bossing me around? So serious. So commanding. I think I still have flashbacks.”

You rolled your eyes, but he caught your hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing your knuckles like a little shit. “‘You’re not allowed to come yet, Jungkook.’” he mimicked in a low voice, trying to sound like you. “God, baby, let me breathe.”

“Oh, please,” you laughed, tugging your hand away. “You were literally begging me to ruin you. Don’t act brand new.”

He grinned wider, all teeth. “Maybe I like being bossed around when it’s you.”

Your gaze narrowed. “Only when it’s me?”

His brow arched. “Wouldn’t let anyone else near me like that.” Then he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, voice dropping. “But just so you know…”

You felt his hand slide over your bare hip, warm and slow, down to your thigh where he gripped gently. His lips ghosted along your cheek, then your jaw.

“…you do realize you’ve just awakened something dangerous, right?”

You hummed, pretending to consider it. “Dangerous? You? Didn’t sound very dangerous when you were moaning under me.”

He gasped — dramatically — and pressed a hand to his chest. “That was strategy. Psychological warfare. Letting you win so I can strike later.”

You shoved him playfully, laughing as he flopped back with an exaggerated groan. He turned his face toward you again, grinning like he’d just won something anyway.

“But seriously,” he said after a pause, softer now, “you were so sexy tonight. Like… ridiculously sexy. You always are, but this? Having you take control like that? Yeah. I’m definitely not walking straight tomorrow.”

You smirked. “Good. Maybe it’ll remind you not to talk back next time.”

He let out a breathy laugh and pulled you in closer, chest to chest, his hand sliding up your spine, settling between your shoulder blades.

“Nah,” he whispered. “I’ll still talk back. But only if it gets you riled up like that again.”

You met his eyes — gleaming, warm, teasing — and leaned in to kiss him again, slow and deep. He melted into it, arms tightening around you, and for a moment the teasing faded into something soft again.

He pulled back just slightly, lips brushing yours. “Still your good boy, though.”

“Always?”

He grinned. “Most of the time.”

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Guilty as Sin

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

a blurb where Hopper catches you two in the middle of a cozy night at Lover's lake.

warnings: very smutty but (unfortunately) they can't get to anything.

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It was the middle of the night. Lover’s lake was practically empty since it was a Thursday night. But Wayne had interrupted your plans with your boyfriend when he announced that he had the day off and planned on watching a marathon of those really old movies he loves so much until he fell asleep on the couch. So the idea of watching some slasher with Eddie until getting bored and started making out was out of the question. Hence, plan B: parking at Lover’s lake to smoke, star-gaze and then a make-out session. 

You were currently in the back of the van, sat on Eddie’s lap, french-kissing him. 

His hands grab onto your waist like a dog to a bone. Your hands tangle in his hair and pull on it every so often like you know he loves. 

It isn’t until he starts to move your hips ever so lightly back and forth that it gets messy. 

You remove the leather jacket off of him, his hands get out of the sleeves to now grab your hips as if he wanted to leave marks. Tongues dance together as if it was a tango. 

Eddie was very talkative during sex usually. But there are times, like this one, where he just got lost in the moment, in your touch, in your body, and stayed quiet. Paying so closely attention to every single detail of you, that form sentences would just interrupt him.

He moves your skirt upwards to slide his hands under it and grab two handfuls of your cheeks. Moving you easier now to grind your clothed sexes together. The kiss gets even messier somehow. You lift his shirt and suddenly decide it’s getting in the way too much, so you take it off of him and throw it beside you two. 

He stops kissing your lips to move lower. One thing about Eddie is that he loves to mark you up. So his lips cling to your neck like ivy and you whisper your moans and whimpers in his ear. He keeps moving your hips to his liking. Back and forth and pushing them down harder to feel more friction. 

You can feel how your underwear gets wetter and wetter, just like he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter. 

He nips and sucks and licks and kisses your neck with no mercy, like a lion to its haunt. 

Both of you so lost in each other that you don’t even hear the footsteps around the van. That is until a bright light is directed at both of you, scaring you and blinding you in a matter of seconds. 

“What the fuck?!” Eddie shouts, startled. And when your eyes get –kind of– used to the light, you are able to see Hopper standing there. 

“What the hell are you two doing here so late?” He asks tiredly and you get off of your boyfriend to sit next to him now, he still grabs you as if this was just a momentary interruption.

Eddie sighs. “If I said we were just talking, would you believe me?”

Hopper just looks at him unimpressed.

“Well, we were! just… quite a few minutes ago” Eddie adds.

“Kids, this is a public place, I can’t allow you to stay here and do this with no mind” 

“Oh come on, Chief! it’s called Lover’s Lake for a reason. Just give me 30 minutes and we’ll be out of here” Eddie tries to negotiate. 

“30 minutes?” Hopper bursts out laughing. “What will you do with 25 minutes of spare time after you’re done?” 

“What-?” Eddie rolls his eyes at the teasing and you have to bite down your giggle.

“You running some kind of scam, Munson? Cause I don’t see how else you landed a girl like her with this van and that hair of yours” he teases. 

That actually does make you chuckle. 

“Hop, buddy, be honest with me, we know each other well enough. Are you just jealous? When was the last time you got frisky in a van? Huh? I should lend you the keys sometime” Eddie mocks him too. 

“Alright, kid. You’re starting to piss me off. Put your shirt back on and get going. Go climb her window while her parents sleep or something, i don’t care” 

You try to get up to leave but Eddie’s hands on you tighten to stop you before you can even move forward. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re kicking us out or whatever, but can we just take a second to appreciate the romance here? I mean, I parked the van under the stars with a perfect view of the lake. It’s practically poetic, man” 

You don’t even know why he keeps trying to fight with Hopper. 

“I’m tearing up, kid. Now get the hell out” 

“Let’s just go, Eds” you tell him. 

“Damn it, I get it! Public indecency and all that. But shouldn’t the police be more concerned with, I dunno, actual crimes? Rather than two –hot– consenting adults getting cozy?” he keeps rambling.

“Alright, what do you think? Should I be concerned about drugs being dealt in school instead?” Hopper throws at him.

“Alright! we’ll get out of here, officer” Eddie quickly catches the hint and gets up.

[munsonsmixtapes]

The First One's Always Free

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You go over to Eddie's to buy some weed after not seeing each other since high school. Old feelings arise and after smoking a joint together, you find yourselves tangled up in his sheets.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) reader and Eddie smoke a joint

You stand on the porch of Eddie’s trailer. You’re a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth on the little piece of wood you’re standing on, looking at your bike every time it comes into view. Why are you even there? It’s not like you’re going to buy. You have the money in your pocket but that doesn’t mean that you’re not scared. You’ve bought weed before, but never from someone you’ve been crushing on. 

You hesitantly bring your hand up to knock and feel your hands shaking as you do so. You’re not so sure why you’re so nervous. Eddie is sweet. And really, the only reason you're here is because you have a little (massive) crush on him. He’s so different from what everyone says he is. He’s always been so kind to you, even going as far as inviting you to sit with him and his friends at lunch when you were in school. 

But you haven’t seen him since high school so you’re not sure if he even sells anymore. You don’t even know why you’re still thinking about him since he probably forgot you even existed. That would make sense since you weren’t popular and only sat at his table a few times. 

The door opens and the man on the other side of the door gasps at the sight of you. You take the time to take in how each of you have changed. Eddie’s wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He’s now sporting a full beard and a nose ring. He’s aged like a fine wine and you can’t stop looking at him. 

“Well, as I live and breathe,” he smiles, opening the door wider to invite you in. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since graduation.” He closes the door to the trailer, still in disbelief that you’re standing in his living room. His dream girl. 

Eddie has been crushing on you since the first day you flashed that bright smile at him. Right then and there, he knew that he was going to fall in love with you. And he did. When you set your copy of the Lord of the Rings on the lunch table he just knew that you were perfect for each other. He wanted to ask you out, but back then, he was Eddie “the freak” Munson and didn’t think he had a shot. He’s hoping that maybe now he does. 

“So, what are you doing here?” His tone is more curious than anything. He just wants to know why the prettiest girl in Hawkins is in his trailer. And you somehow got even prettier since the last time he saw you. 

“Well, I don’t know if you’re still dealing, but I was wanting to buy.”

“Of course I still deal,” he scoffs. “Please. Come on and I’ll show you.” He nods his head towards his room and you hesitantly follow, still feeling shy as you do so.

You watch him go through his belongings in a quick manner. He eventually finds what he needs, a metal lunchbox that he rifles through, on the hunt for the joints he rolled earlier. He was planning on smoking them himself, but you’re a special customer, so he feels like you deserve them. Once he finds them, he sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. 

You hesitantly sit on the bed, your thighs now touching because of your close proximity. You go to reach for the cash in your pocket, but he rests his hand on top of yours, shaking his head in response.

“First one’s always free,” he winks as he puts the bag into your hand, his fingertips brushing your palm. The two of you have never been this close before, your seats in the cafeteria preventing you from doing so. But now that you are, you can finally see just how pretty his brown eyes are. They’re even prettier than you remember. 

“Oh, you don’t-”

“Just let me do something nice for you, alright?” He nudges your shoulder. “Think of it as a reunion gift.” Even if you had bought from him before, he’d still give it to you for free because he would feel bad for charging you. 

“But I didn’t get anything.” You’re still as cute as he can remember and he just knows that you feel bad for not actually getting him anything. You’re so sweet that he swears that you’re going to give him a toothache.

“Then smoke this with me and we’ll call it even.” Oh, there’s no way you’re going to deny him. Especially not when he’s looking at you with those damn Bambi eyes. At this point, you’re sure that you’ll do anything he asks.

“Deal,” you nod and watch Eddie pull one of the joints from the bag. He hands it over to you and you part your lips, silently asking him to put it into your mouth for you. He catches on quickly and brings the joint to your lips, pushing the tip into your mouth and as your lips wrap around it, he wonders what they would look like wrapped around his-

“You got a light?” You ask, interrupting his train of thought. 

“Y-yeah,” he responds and rushes over to his desk and grabs one of the many he’s got in his drawer before hurrying back. He lights up the joint and when you inhale then pull it from your lips to blow out the smoke, he swears that he’s in love. You look so hot and he doesn’t know why he can’t just make a move. 

“Open,” you instruct and he does as you say as you put the joint between his lips, passing it off to him, your fingers brushing as he does so. You immediately wonder what his rough fingers would feel like inside you. You don’t know if it’s because of how attracted to him you still are or if it’s because you haven’t slept with anyone in a while and you’re just desperate. 

The tension changes between the two of you, getting even more intense and sexual as the joint gets smaller. You’re now lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as you talk about everything and nothing. But really, all you want right now is for him to have you in any way he wants. You want him to take you right here and just go to town. 

But he won’t. You know he won’t because he’s nothing but a gentleman. At this point, though, you’ll take what you can get even if it is just a kiss. You just need something from him so badly but you’re too afraid to ask. You haven’t seen him in two years. How crazy is it going to seem if you ask him for a kiss?

You have no idea that Eddie wants the same. He wants you so badly that he’s trying so hard to hide his cock from you. He’s embarrassed by how hard he is because all he can think about is all the positions he wants to have you in. 

He doesn’t know what he's doing, but as soon as the joint is finished as he disposes of it, he takes the chances and hovers over you, his pupils blown wide, a mixture of both how high he is and also how much he wants you. 

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs looking down at you with that adorable smirk. His hand reaches up and his thumb slowly glides across your lips, his eyes watching them part as he does so. He dips it inside and your lips wrap around it, giving it a suck, a gasp falling from his own lips as he watches. 

“Fuck,” he whines and you’re so wet now that you can feel it soaking your panties. You need him and you need him now. But you’re going to let this play out as long as you can, your eyes on his as you continue to suck on his thumb. 

He’s losing his mind over it as he replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers, watching you lick them, purposely making just the right noises to make him hard beyond belief. 

Once he can’t take it anymore, he removes them as his mouth covers yours as he places himself on top of you. Your hands wind into his hair, giving it a tug that juxtaposes how gently and chaste the kiss is, your lips moving together slowly. 

It’s awkward as you try to figure it out but you do quickly as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you open up, letting him inside. His hands slide underneath your shirt, rubbing up and down your waist slowly as your tongues move together. 

He pushes your shirt up and it’s off and tosses to the side. Eddie leans up so he can get a good look at you. You suddenly feel self conscious since you didn’t wear one of your more sexy bras. But you didn’t know that this would happen. 

Eddie’s eyes rake over your body and with him, you feel nothing but safe. You haven’t seen him in years but it’s like your bond is still there, that you’re still as close as you used to be. If only you had stayed in the state for college and hadn’t lost his information. You’re sure that that is your only regret.

He doesn’t seem to have any hard feelings, though as he looks like he wants to absolutely devour you. You’re taking off his shirt as he’s unzipping your skirt, pulling it down your waist as his shirt is discarded. He’s kissing down your waist as your skirt is thrown to the floor, whispering the sweetest word against your skin. 

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs against the spot right above the waistband of your panties. He loops his thumbs through it then pulls them down, letting them fall to the floor before he spreads your legs wide to see what he’s working with. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re really soaked for me, aren’t you?”

“I need you so bad,” you reply with a whine and his pants are off in a second, his underwear following closely behind, his cock coming into view. You’ve always dreamed about this exact moment, but now that it’s here, you’re almost convinced that you’re dreaming. Maybe that’s because you’re high. 

“Relax, babe,” he laughs. “I’m right here.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips before lining himself up with you, slowly inserting just the tip. It already hurts because of your inactivity but you don’t dare ask him to stop. You think he’s gonna go further when he pauses. 

“Fuck, I didn’t even ask if you’re on birth control or anything.” He’s panicking now and you want to do anything you can to get him to calm down. You appreciate that he’s being so sweet and caring and hate that he’s working himself up like this. 

“It’s alright,” You place your hands on top of his that are resting on your waist. You force him to look you in the eyes, giving him a smile that eventually helps him relax. “I am on birth control. And if you don’t want to use a condom, that’s fine.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you let out a laugh. “Now please fuck me before I just do it myself.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nods and adjusts his grip on your waist as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, trying to find a good rhythm. You’re responding just the way he wants you to, moaning when it feels good, bucking your hips against his. 

His nails are digging into your skin as he goes harder, your moans and whines getting even louder as your toes curl in pleasure. Your nails are scratching down his back as he picks up the pace even more, pounding into you over and over again as your pretty sounds fill his ears. This is the best sex he’s ever had and he knows that’s not just because he’s high. 

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he says as his lips find yours again. It’s rough and messy as he’s still thrusting, but he’s just so desperate to have your mouth in his again. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away to let out a moan of his own. “You just feel so good, baby. We just should do this again when the high wears off.”

“I second that,” you breathe. “And again and again.”

“Until the morning and then I'll go to work and when I come back, we’ll do it again.”

“Sounds good to-” your words are cut off by an orgasm, your back arches as you scream out his name, Eddie talking you through the entire thing. 

He keeps going and you’re bucking your hips against his, trying your best to get him there. He’s close, you can see it as he throws his head back. He pulls out quickly, cum leaking out onto your stomach as he’s reaching his own climax. 

Once he’s come down from it, he stands from the bed and grabs hold of your hands, leading you to his bathroom where you two take a much needed shower that’s filled with kisses, washing each other’s bodies, which doesn’t last long before you’re at it again, totally unable to keep your hands off of each other. You then spend the rest of the night and early in the morning getting all tangled up in Eddie’s sheets, deciding that two years really was too long to be apart.

[rosierin]

ya wanna kiss me so bad | atsumu miya

synopsis; (y/n) and atsumu get into a fight and he tries to flirt his way out of it 'cause he's a piece of shit like that.

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

It started with the dishes.

Well—technically, it started when Atsumu promised he’d do the dishes.

Three days ago.

(Y/n) stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, staring at the criminally large stack piled in the sink—then at Atsumu.

“You said you’d do them.”

Atsumu didn’t look up from the couch, fully immersed in the volleyball match on the TV. “I was gonna.”

“When?”

“I dunno. Soon.”

“You said that yesterday.”

(Y/n) exhaled slowly through her nose, willing herself to stay calm. She wasn’t looking for a fight—just a little accountability. That’s all she wanted.

“I do the dishes almost every night. You never do them. I asked you nicely, too—c'mon, it's not that hard."

Atsumu didn’t look away from the TV. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, jaw slack, remote in hand like she was nothing more than background noise.

(Y/n) could’ve sworn she heard him click his tongue—followed by something muttered under his breath.

“Like I said... I’m gonna do ‘em. Today.”

She glanced at the clock.

Her eye twitched.

“It’s already almost eight.”

This time, Atsumu finally looked up, brows raised like she was the one being unreasonable. Like she had the audacity of bothering him. “Why’re ya gettin’ so pressed over dishes?”

(Y/n) stared him down. “It’s not just the dishes, Atsumu. It’s you saying you’ll do something and then not doing it. Every time.”

“God,” he groaned, flopping his head back dramatically. “I didn’t think it was that deep.”

She counted to three in her head. Once. Twice. Tried to let it go.

But the third time never came.

“Well, it is to me!”

She hadn’t meant to yell. But the words came out sharper than she intended, propelled by the weight of too many eye rolls and broken promises.

Atsumu sat up straighter. The humour slipped from his face.

The shift was instant. Gone was the lazy, half-smirking Atsumu—this was the version that actually listened. The one that made her chest ache more than her head.

“Oh,” he said. “So this’s somethin' that's been sittin’ on yer chest, huh?”

(Y/n)’s throat tightened but she stood her ground. "Yes, actually. 'Cause I'm tired of constantly cleaning up after you. You're not a child, Atsumu."

“Oh, so now we're name callin'?"

“I didn’t—” She clicked her tongue, frustration cutting through. Her voice came out sharper now, more intentional. “Atsumu, listen. I’m tired, okay? I ask for one thing—one—and you still—!”

“Alright! I forgot, okay? Christ—yer actin’ like I burned the damn house down. Is it really worth all this?”

(Y/n) looked at him. Really looked. The complete lack of guilt on his face, the way he made her feel like she was the one causing the problem—

Her hands curled into fists. That was it.

“Yes!” she bit back, voice cracking. So much for not raising her voice. “Because it makes me feel like you don’t give a shit!”

Silence.

His jaw clenched. He looked away.

(Y/n) took a shaky breath, chest still heaving with the leftover heat of the argument.

“You always do this," she said through gritted teeth.

“Do what?” he said tightly, eyes narrowing.

“Deflect. Dodge. Make it a joke so you don’t have to deal with it.”

Atsumu stood.

Slowly.

(Y/n) stiffened as he rose from the couch, his full height unfolding like a threat she hadn’t expected. His eyes didn’t leave hers—not even once—as he stepped around the coffee table and crossed the room, unhurried.

And when he stopped?

He was standing far too close for her liking.

She hated when he got like this—when he used his much broader build against her.

It felt unfair. Cheap. A trick she’d seen him pull before.

And yet—infuriatingly—it still worked. Not because she was scared of him—she knew better than that. But because it made her feel small, and she hated giving him even a flicker of that power.

It was Atsumu, after all. All bark and no bite. All bluff and bravado.

Still, her pulse picked up before she even realised.

“And you always make me out to be some kinda villain,” he said, voice low now—measured, unpredictable.

She swallowed, stubbornly holding his gaze.

She’d be damned if she gave him the satisfaction of stepping back. Of flinching. Of letting him know he had any kind of effect on her.

But the pounding in her chest didn’t stop. Not as he drew closer. Not as his shadow overtook hers.

“Because you make it so easy—”

Another step.

Her breath hitched.

“—and you never—!”

“Admit it, ya wanna kiss me so bad.”

Silence.

(Y/n) blinked. Once. Twice.

Her lips parted.

“…What?”

Atsumu tilted his head, smirk blooming slow and smug like he knew exactly what he was doing. “That’s what all this is, right? You’re mad. You’re red. You’re yellin’. All that heat’s gotta go somewhere.”

She just stared at him.

Not because she was flustered.

Not at first.

No, at first it was the sheer audacity. The unbelievable, blinding nerve.

She opened her mouth—ready to argue, to insult, to throw hands—but nothing came out. Because what the hell do you even say to that?

Her jaw dropped. “You—are you being serious right now?”

“That’s not a no.”

She made a sound—half scoff, half inhale—then clamped her mouth shut again.

He was still watching her, calm and cocky like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of their argument.

It was infuriating. That look on his face—like he knew exactly how off-balance he’d thrown her.

And the worst part? The longer she stood there, the warmer her cheeks grew. Not from the flirting. Not really.

From the fact that he was getting to her. And he knew it.

“You—you think you can flirt your way outta this?” she sputtered, cheeks burning. “You think I’m just gonna forget everything ’cause you said something stupid with that dumb look on your face?!”

He grinned—all teeth and no shame. “S’worked before.”

She shoved him—light, almost pathetic. Less about pushing him away and more about saving face.

“You’re impossible. Honestly, Miya. You're insufferable.”

Atsumu shrugged, unbothered, stepping in again, voice dropping like velvet. “I’ve been called worse.”

She stared up at him, hands twitching with the urge to strangle the smug out of him.

Still burning. Still flustered. Still not sure if she wanted to punch him or scream or shut that mouth of his by—

She needed to leave before she found out.

She turned on her heel.

“I’m done. I. Am. Done.”

And then she was gone—before he could see the look on her face, or the way her hands were still clenched at her sides like she was holding back a war.

What was she even angry about again? The dishes? His stupid grin?

Ugh. Whatever. She’d let Osamu deal with him.

For now, she needed to cool the fuck off.

Bonus scene:

[Kitchen – Two minutes later]

(Y/n) was long gone.

The room had fallen quiet again—aside from the sound of the volleyball match still playing on the TV. Atsumu had completely forgotten it was on.

He stood in the middle of the living room, still wearing that smug, post-chaos expression like it was his favourite cologne.

Osamu wandered in from the hallway, glanced at the leftover tension hanging in the air, then looked at his twin.

“You do the dishes yet?”

Atsumu didn’t blink. “Nope.”

Osamu exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “So what was all that for, then?”

Atsumu shrugged. “She started it. Probably just wanted to blow off some steam."

Suna’s voice floated in from the doorway. “You’re lucky she didn’t slap you.”

Atsumu just smirked, eyes drifting toward the hallway (y/n) had disappeared down.

Osamu gave him a look. “She wanted to. Another word outta ya and I reckon she'd have actually tried to kill ya.”

Atsumu scoffed. “Kiss, kill. Who’s to say?”

Osamu and Suna replied in unison—both flat, both immediate:

“Definitely the latter.”

“Kill. One hundred percent.”

Atsumu muttered under his breath, full of misplaced confidence, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Osamu rolled his eyes and turned toward the kitchen.

“Unbelievable," he muttered. "Move. I’ll do the damn dishes.”

Atsumu stepped aside—grudgingly—and Osamu smacked the back of his head on the way past.

“Ow—!”

“If ya keep refusin’ to pull yer own weight,” Osamu called over his shoulder, already halfway to the sink, “we’re kickin’ ya out. Don’t think we won’t, ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu huffed, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah... whatever, ‘Samu.”

He didn’t argue. He’d been around his brother long enough to know when he was being serious.

And he most definitely was.

Then, right on cue, (y/n) reappeared.

She strolled in—calm, composed, and way too smug for someone who’d stormed off minutes ago.

Ah. So she’d overheard then.

She didn’t say a word.

No eye roll. No snide remark. No dramatic sigh. Just a glance toward the sink—where Osamu had, without hesitation, taken her side.

Then she helped herself to the last piece of leftover mochi and walked straight back out.

No performance. No victory speech. Not even a single glance in his direction.

It was like she didn’t even need to rub it in—because having Osamu and Suna in her corner was enough

Atsumu stared after her, brow twitching.

For once, it was him who felt the heat rising.

“Why’s she quiet now?” he muttered. “That’s so much worse.” I honestly rather she just yelled.

Suna sauntered into the living room next, sipping from a coffee cup. “Mm. Sucks, huh?”

Atsumu flopped onto the couch with a scowl, arms crossed like an oversized sulking child.

“She’s doin’ it to rile me up.”

Suna flashed him a knowing look. “Sounds like you’ve got a type.”

Atsumu scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

But he didn’t sound very convinced.