#HE KNOWS ALL THE FUCKING MOVES I HATE HIM SO MUCH

[sobbingscripter]

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“What’re you doing here?”

Mark mumbles, brows knitting in confusion, tugging his goggles and tossing them onto the kitchen counter, watching as you tip your head back, emptying out your glass of water.

He shouldn’t be getting hard in this suit.

It’s skin tight. He’s surprised that there isn’t even much of a print. And he’s smart enough to know he’s not the problem.

So instead of watching the way your throat bobs as you swallow, he turns his attention towards the counter, admiring the natural detail as he taps his fingers on the surface, waiting for you to answer.

“I did your mom’s hair.” You answer, before taking a good long look at Mark’s suit, reaching for his wrist and you tug him out from behind the counter and you carefully examine his suit.

“Damn, no print?” You snort with laughter. “Guess you’re more human than I thought.”

Mark’s hands move to hide his crotch from your view, cheeks flushing a deep red and he scoffs.

“Fuck you, the suit just doesn’t show it.” Mark defends but he knows it’s pointless. You’d argue over anything and win. Even if the better half of your argument would be pure bullshit.

“Then how come your dad has a print?”

And Mark grimaces.

“Don’t look at my dad’s dick.”

“I’m not looking at your dad’s dick.”

“How do you know he has a print?”

“How DON’T you know?”

“Because I don’t look at my father’s penis!” Mark hisses and Nolan snorts as he walks into the kitchen, blue eyes lowered to his wrist as he clasps the Rolex into place.

“I hope not.” Before he places a muscular hand on Mark’s shoulder, giving his son an affectionate squeeze. “There’s no shame in being a grower, Mark. I was a grower when I was your age too.”

Mark’s lips curl into a disgusted frown, staring up at Nolan from beneath his brows.

“I hate this conversation. Please make it stop.”

Debbie’s heels click on the wooden floorboards, and Mark’s heart melts at the sight of his mother all dolled up. Long, black hair taken down from a and instead, framing her face with pretty curtain bangs and curled edges.

“How do I look?” Debbie shifts, tugging her dress into place.

“You look beautiful, Mom.” Mark coos, dimples deepening in his cheeks and you watch with soft eyes as Nolan presses a kiss against Debbie’s cheek. Lips brush against her ear as he whispers something intelligible and Mark groans.

“Dad, ew.” Mark gags. “Never say that again.”

“Your mother deserves to know I’m aroused, Mark. It’s how we show our love.”

Your nearly choke on your saliva, brows raised and you clear your throat. “So, this is where I leave.”

“I’m spending the night at your place.” Mark grunts. “I don’t need to hear any more than I’ve already heard.”

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“Why would you give my mother curtain bangs? You know what they do to men.” Mark whines, as he steps out of your bathroom, a steamy mist following him out and you glance up from the screen of your phone.

Before staring at him.

“Damn it, Mark. You’re stretching out my shirt!”

Mark stands in the centre of your room, arms crossed over his broad chest, stretching out your cropped shirt. On you, it’s a sliver of belly. Not even your belly button is exposed.

But on Mark, it’s just below his belly button. Exposing that thin, dark strip of hair from his belly button, to where it disappears behind the waistband of your Powerpuff Girls nightpants.

“Don’t be selfish. You’ve got a shit ton of other shirts.” Mark huffs, glancing at himself in the full length mirror right beside your vanity, visibly checking himself out.

“And you could’ve picked any of them.” You frown before gasping. Mark raises his arms, flexing and you can hear the seams threaten to rip with each bulge of his muscles.

“Markus!” His neck snaps to face you so fast.

“Don’t fucking rip my shirt. I swear, I’ll tell your mom you nutted on your sheets in 7th grade and you came to wash them at my house because you were embarrassed. And then you made me wash them by hand because you wanted to be eco friendly.”

Mark’s eye narrow. “You wouldn’t.”

But his arms are lowering and it isn’t long until he’s crawling beneath your sheets, tossing an arm over your belly and resting his cheek against your shoulder. Sharp eyes focused on the screen of your phone, as you continue to scroll through your TikTok For You page.

“I wanna watch fidget board videos.” Mark mumbles, breath ghosting over the soft, creamy skin exposed by the wide neckline of your shirt and he pulls you closer, one of his thighs moving to slot between yours, his leg hooking around one of yours.

“Watch them on your own phone.” You grumble, but you’re already swiping, heading towards the search bar. “My phone’s charging.”

You don’t know how long you and Mark are staring at your screen, shrouded in darkness but you’re hyperaware of when his hand slides under your shirt, fingers tracing lazy patterns on the soft, sensitive skin of your belly. And you swallow. Before glancing at him.

He's not even paying attention.

Even breaths slip from his lips, enraptured by the way acrylic nails drag along beaded surfaces, open and close the caps of serums and Mark looks up at you through his lashes.

You watch as his pupils dilate, his puffy cheeks rosy with sleep and he’s fingers stop tracing those little infinities on your belly and he swallows. And you swallow. And he swallows. His eyes dart towards your lips and he takes a deep breath.

God.

Bad idea.

You’re in his lungs, you’re all he can feel, all he can smell and he’s so enamoured by you. And his hand shifts, fingertips dipping just past your waistband. And his fingers brush against the elastic trimming of your panties.

Mark thinks you’re so beautiful when you’re looking at him the way you are.

The pictures of your phone reflect off your pupil, and your pouty lips let out hot puffs of breath that fan over him just enough. And your pretty hair’s obscured by a bonnet. He can’t remember when you haven’t slept with them on and it’s like a part of you.

God, the way the light plays off the silk makes his brain fuzzy.

“You’re really pret—”

“Am I the asshole for having sex with my stepbrother at my dead grandmother’s wake?”

Your collective focus shifts back to the device, attention focused on the way Mahjong pieces are formed while you listen intently to whatever Reddit story you’ve found yourself on. Completely enthralled.

“That piece looks really pre— Wait, shit, did they get nut on the corpse?” Your eyes widen, and you shift just a bit.

“I don’t know, the subtitles cut off. Go back.” Mark instructs, his eyes focused and brows knitted.

“It doesn’t have that option.”

“Wha— what TikTok do you have?”

“Lite.”

And Mark groans.

“I’m embarrassed for you, you cheap ass.”

“I needed to save space, Mark.”

“But you’ve got all the megabytes of regular Pinterest, huh?”

“Pinterest is important. You know it helps me organise my wants and needs in life.”

“Gay.”

And you stare at Mark, eyes narrowing. But before your lips can even part to let out an insult, Mark’s phone beeps on the dresser and he glances towards the device.

“Bank robbery on 8th.” Mark’s already lifting himself, letting out an exhausted huff as he pulls the shirt overhead, and you watch, entranced by the way his muscles move beneath his skin. Rippling with each movement of his lips and your eyes follow the curve of his spine.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” Mark tugs on his suit, the elastic waistband of his boxers disappearing behind a flurry of blue and yellow, and he leans down, pressing a messy kiss against the side of your ace. “Don’t scroll too far. And check the doors!”

Mark’s disappearing out the window before you can say anything, wind whipping around him and you swallow.

He kissed you on the corner of your mouth.

And Mark only realises when he can taste the hint of coconut-flavoured lipbalm and his flight nearly falters.

And he grins. Dorky and so fucking adorably.

“Nothing can ruin my night.”

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Something did, in fact, ruin Mark’s night.

Mark sirs in your tub, hands obscuring his crotch from view as you pour yet another cup of baking soda in the hot water of his bath and he clears his throat. He’s hoping that this is the time the earth swallows him whole, his knees poking out the frothy surface of the water and his ears burn a bright, blushing red before he coughs.

“I didn’t know it was a skunk guy…” Mark murmurs quietly, and you don’t say anything, simply throwing in another cup for good measure.

“Mark, my house smells like the inside of a skunk’s asshole.” You huff and he flinches before glancing up at you.

Your brows knitting into a frown, your hand submerged beneath the water as you make the solution froth just a bit more. And you glare at Mark as you rise to your feet, your attention moving towards the porcelain basin instead. Where his suit is soaking in a mixture of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap.

And you sit on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed over your chest as you lean back against the cistern, watching as Mark soaks even further into the water. And you let out a heavy sigh.

“Are you okay?”

And Mark’s lips curl at the corners, a cute, sheepish smile donning his face and he nods his head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You don’t wanna seem… Unhappy that he’s well and you know, ungrateful that he’s alive but you kinda wish he was slapped around a little bit.

And you let out a heavy sigh. No you don’t.

“Your goggles don’t smell.” You hum, drying the plastic with a fluffy towel before you slip them on, eyes narrowing and you examine the slight tint that they give the world around you. And your lips purse.

“So, these keep the wind out of your eyes?” You question, brows knitting because the tightness of the goggles feel a bit weird. But that’s probably because they’re made to fit his face.

“Uh…Uhm… Yeah, they k-keep the wind out my eyes.”

And Mark is CLUTCHING his shit.

Cheeks burning a rosy red that he hopes he can chalk up to the heat of the because goddamn, he’s so fucking painfully hard.

Just at the sight of you wearing his goggles and his mind is piecing together how you’d look in his suit.

“Uh— can you- Uhm… Can you leave? I need to pee.” Mark tries hard not to sputter over his words, but the way you look in his goggles is making his brain fuzzy. And he swallows, murmuring the softest ‘thank you’, when you get up, your footsteps quiet against the tiled floor before you shut the door behind you.

“Save me a cup!” You chirp and he groans. “Ew, you’re so gross!”

Mark swallows. Before looking around your bathroom, resting back against the edge of the tub and he lets out a heavy breath, glancing towards your ceiling.

“M’so fucked…” He groans quietly before glancing towards his lap, and he looks towards your laundry hamper. A pretty faux basket, plastic strips weaved and decorated with little plastic flowers.

And Mark’s brows knit into a little frown, a low moan leaving his lips.

“No… Mark, don’t do it…” He mumbles under his breath but he’s already leaning over the edge of the tub, reaching into your hamper and pulling out the first pair of panties he feels.

A pretty purple pair, lace trimmings and surprisingly wide gusset. But then again, he knows you’d never play with that pussy lip slip bullshit.

Mark swallows, staring down at the cotton and lace before he brings it to his nose, fisting his cock beneath the water.

“God, I’m disgusting.”

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[quarterlifekitty]

weaknesses: your cooking

König was on watch with you late one night, and you insisted upon filling the air with a bit of conversation– said you needed it to stay awake. You end up asking him lots of questions that night, including all of his favorite foods and drinks. He has trouble answering, he’s never had to come up with this much information about himself, but you don’t mind.

“Do you have a favorite dessert? Mine is lemon meringue pie,” you say with a sweet little smile. It makes him realize how cute you are. That, outside of your uniforms, a cute girl is talking to him. It makes him panic a little, such that he can only bring himself to respond with a quiet me too. 

He had no idea what his favorite dessert was when you asked. He wasn’t even sure he particularly enjoyed desserts at all, honestly. He’s hoping you forget about this embarrassing exchange, really. But you don’t.

You’re stationed in Switzerland when next it comes up. You proudly come back to your accommodations with a little box from a bakery. “I saw this in town today and remembered that you liked meringue too! So I got one, if you wanted to share it with me?”

He just nods. And it’s the best fucking dessert he’s ever had. Which has little to do with how the desert itself tastes. It becomes the first dessert he learns how to make at home, and he makes his best yet when you’re celebrating moving in together. It’s when he’s feeding it to you that he finally comes clean– when you’d asked him his favorite dessert, he’d never even eaten lemon meringue pie before.

Gaz takes incredibly good care of himself. He detests getting sick, maybe more than anything else. It’s just so annoying, and it totally ruins his momentum– throws him off his groove. So he very very rarely gets sick, and is in fact often disgustingly bright, healthy, and energetic. 

Gaz also comes from a home that had amazing food. His standards are, understandably, quite high. A piece of his soul leaves with every MRE he consumes. Which is why his favorite food from you is such a surprise.

It’s during the infancy of your relationship. You’ve been on a few dates. Exploratory, probing, trying to deduce if this is love or just the symptoms of it. He’s on the fence about telling you he’s fallen ill– it’s a little awkward, isn’t it? Partners are supposed to take care of each other in times like that, but he’s not sure you’re ready to be called his partner, much less be around him when he’s a germ factory. But he ends up telling you, if only not to look like he’s ignoring you if he slips into another death-nap while you’re texting.

You do end up coming over, despite all his warnings, all of the easy outs he provides you with. Get him a fresh gatorade before busying yourself in his kitchen.

You come back with a steaming mug that he doesn’t recognize. You say you brought it from home– that it’s your special mug you like to use when you feel icky. It’s got wisteria painted on the side with the scientific name in script next to it, and a little silver spoon with a teddy bear on the end is sticking out of it.

He takes the mug gratefully but still a little cautious– he doesn’t really know all that much about your cooking, and he’ll readily admit that his parents ruined the standard.

He looks down in it to see oatmeal. A bit of cinnamon dusted on, a golden swirl of honey going through it. Just a little bit of cardamom. 

He used to hate oatmeal when he was a kid, but he finishes the mug in record time and asks if you’ll make more. It’s just so soft and hot– gentle on his aching stomach and sore throat, the heat and cinnamon spice clearing up his sinuses a little bit. The sweetness is perfect and comforting as it sticks to the roof of his mouth.

Nowadays he keeps up the same wellness regimen, but he does almost look forward to getting sick, because it means you’ll make oatmeal for him.

When sharing a safehouse with Soap, there’s one inevitable constant: the whining. He always finds something to whinge about, just to ease his own boredom. It’s never about the conditions, having to sleep on shitty mattresses on floors, having to trek 10 miles through the dark and fog to even get there– it’s always about something stupid.

Girl who hasn’t texted him back. His deployment making him miss out on a limited edition thing he would’ve wanted to buy. That during his last leave a girl ghosted him after he barked during sex. Come to think of it, it was usually about his girl problems.

But this time, it was that he happened to be deployed on his birthday. Not that he’s sore about spending time with the taskforce, you’re his best mates in the world– but there’s not much celebration to be had out here.

“Could do with a fockin’ cake, ye ken?”

You were taken onto this squad for your adaptability. You’re brilliant when it comes to improvisation. And there’s a couple of shelf stable things left around in the cabinets here, although dubious.

So what are you able to bang together with flour, sugar, and the liquid from a can of chickpeas in some tin cups on top of a butane stove on its last legs?

That’s right. A fockin’ cake. Is it good? God no. The texture is weird as hell and it’s somehow dry on the outside but completely raw in the middle. But Soap smiles the entire time he’s eating it, and god knows he’s finishing the whole damned thing.

He was always of the mind that it’s rude not to finish your wife’s cooking.

It’s Price’s first holiday with you, and his expectations are low. Not as in he doesn’t think you’ll be lovely and amazing, he most certainly does, but his whole squad is coming over and preparing for that is a pretty big undertaking. So if it’s something a little more casual, maybe a bit of potluck, he’ll be perfectly fine with that. His ex used to order catering and tell the guests that she’d cooked it all herself, so anything is a step up from that in his book.

You stun him absolutely stupid when you not only plan a spectacular, full holiday dinner, but you make his boys help out– commanding them in the kitchen the same way he does in the field. Well, maybe a bit less forgiving. You’re less tender-hearted than him when the moistness of the roast in the oven is on the line. Everything is delicious, full of love, and satisfying beyond belief.

But his true fulfillment comes about a year later when his soldiers are awkwardly talking around their plans for the holidays, trying to nudge him into inviting them over again to make dinner with his missus. Muppets, the lot of them.

A lot of Ghost’s concept of vegetables come from army food, school cafeterias, and all-you-can-eat buffets. Typically frozen, only to be thawed and overcooked to an ungodly degree. On the rare occasion he had a half-decent meal with a vegetable side, it was typically covered in butter, cheese, or finely chopped bacon. Sometimes a combination of the three.

You’re a hookup he falls back on a lot when he’s on leave. Keeps him away from his empty apartments and crowded mind. This time, he comes straight to your place when he lands, wanting to lose himself in your cunt more than anything else. And you’re accommodating, you don’t have anything better to do and he doesn’t leave you wanting.

Usually he makes himself scarce pretty quickly, but this time he finds that maybe he was still running on adrenaline when he came in, and now that it’s wearing off with his post-orgasm high, his entire body is killing him. He feels like lead. And he hates that his struggle is plain to see.

“You can just stay, y’know. S’not like I’ll be expecting a wedding ring in the morning or anything. I’m just gonna go make dinner.”

He’s too tired to protest. Falls asleep just about as soon as you’re out of the room, despite very much intending to get the hell up and pass out somewhere that isn’t your apartment. He wakes up to an amazing smell.

Your dinner isn’t complicated. You’d just planned to have dinner by yourself, so it wasn’t fancy or anything. Grilled some salmon, put it over rice with some unagi sauce, steamed some fresh veggies for the side. Simon just barely has the energy to amble over to your kitchen table when it’s clear he won’t be leaving the premises any time soon.

When he’s not eating food that’s mass produced and shitty, he expects to be eating the kind of battered and fried pub faire that sits like a stone and ravages the digestive tract.

This may very well be the first time he’s eaten a meal that was genuinely good that didn’t make him feel at least a little bit disgusting afterwards. And god– it’s like it’s his first time tasting a vegetable for real. Why didn’t anyone tell him they could be this way?

You’re quite frankly shocked when you wake up in the morning and Simon is not only still there– he wants to take you out to breakfast. 

The truth is that he got a pretty remarkably good night’s rest, but in the wee hours while he was waiting for you to wake up? He was planning. The jump from friends with benefits to marriage won’t really be so difficult if he can play his cards right.

[monstersholygrail]

I like to imagine that whenever you, a cute Puppy Hybrid, make your Wolf Hybrid bf upset he’ll do anything to make it up to you and get back in your good graces.

He loves to see that little pout on your face he just hates when he’s the cause of it. Even worse when you act all stubborn and start ignoring him.

He’ll follow you around the house like he’s the pup in the relationship. A deep scowl on his face as he keeps getting you to try and talk to him. He does anything he can think of.

Offering you treats, suggests going on a walk, asks if his good pup wants some belly rubs. If things get so drastic then he’ll even beg for you to see on his face. Wanting to suck as many orgasms out of you that it’ll take to fuck you stupid and make you forget why you were ever upset.

But when that still doesn’t work your bf he needs to take drastic measures. He catches you right before you storm past him again on your way out of the living room.

“Hey, wait a minute now, ma.”

His hand hooks around the back of your plush thigh, claws gently digging in to your soft flesh. With an easy tug he pulls you right into his lap. Situating you so that you’re straddling him.

“‘M sorry and you know that, yeah? So what’s with the attitude?”

His voice rumbles deep from his chest, making you tingle all over as he leans in and runs his nose along your jaw and into your warm neck. You can feel his cock twitch beneath you and it’s like your every nerve is on edge.

You wanna give in. You wanna give in so damn badly. The need to jerk his pants down and ride his big cock till he’s whimpering out his apologies claw at you. The thought starts to make your fluffy tail wag before you force it still. With a sniff you turn your head to him, refusing to give in.

Seeing your enduring stubbornness, your bf growls. His eyes narrowing you, knowing you won’t let go of this easy. He’s quick to grip your jaw, turning your eyes back on him sharply.

“Know this, baby. I don’t submit to just anyone. So I don’t wanna hear another word about you questioning how much you mean to me.”

Then without any hesitation your bf’s ears pin back and he slowly bares his throat to you. Your eyes blow open wide, dilating deeply at the sight of him so vulnerable and exposed to you.

The air between you is charged with a raw desperate need. Your body quivering as you lean in and press gentle kisses along the column of his throat. Your bf growls again but this time in pleasure, his head falling back fully, and giving letting you do whatever you want to him.

It’s like the two of you move as one, his hands guiding your hips as you already start to rock against his hardening bulge. The both of you moaning at the much needed friction.

Save to say he’s forgiven. But he still plans on fucking you dumb and you still plan on making him whimper and beg for the chance to cum inside you. And both of you are perfectly happy with that arrangement.

[elliesanqel]

catharsis

sypnosis; after ellie had a nearly heated argument with seth over something he said about you, your best idea was to take her home, but you get caught up in the car—relieving her anger. cw; angst, smut, sub!ellie, soft dom!fem reader, oral sex, strap use (referred to as a cock), multiple orgasms, fluff, e!receiving all, not proofread, men and minors dni. a/n; can i just say a HUGE thank you for 1k on my obsessed fic, i was really not expecting it to reach that 😭💞 i love you all! basically i have ALWAYSSS wanted to write car sex—its just so hot to me so i had this specific idea💋 and im in the midst of writing lots of requests rn so they will be released soon! anyways hope you enjoy!

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seth had already spat out a nasty comment your way as you walked off hand in hand with ellie. she initially tried her best to ignore the fact seth had basically told you both to leave for kissing anyway, but his next comment sent ellie off the rails and you weren’t expecting it.

a loud-mouthed dyke.

ellie let go of your hand and whipped around like someone had just thrown something at her, and her eye twitched. you watch as she walked away from you and towards seth, her finger raising to point at him, her brows knitted together. “the fuck did you just say?!” she spits out as she storms towards him, the only thing you could do was step in front of her and press your hands to her chest, holding her back.

your eyes look up at hers that were burning into seth as she never lost eye contact with him. “ellie, ellie—no!” you warn, her still moving towards seth as you spoke and had your hands on her chest, but she eventually stopped once you pressed her away firmly. her eyes finally broke from seth, falling down and inking into yours, her gaze instantly softening as soon as they met. she knew by the stern on your face that she’d better stop, especially since everyone was already staring.

before you knew it, you were hand in hand with your girlfriend, walking out of the bar, your eyes looking at hers from the side and you could practically see the steam coming from her ears. you sigh as you both walk to the car, letting go of her hand as she gets the keys from out her back pocket, unlocking the car and getting in the driver seat and you got in the passenger side.

she started the car, the engine roaring as she pulled out of the car park, driving off. the ride home was awkwardly silent—you were just in utter shock, and ellie was still very much angry. so angry that she hadnt even put her hand on your thigh while driving, which she normally did every single time—the fact that she didnt want to touch you made her anger prominent enough.

you notice ellies face, too. eyebrows knitted together, nose slightly scrunched, lips pursed and her cheeks flushed slightly, eyes narrow as they stayed on the road infront as she drove. nothing but the sound of the engine between you both, but, you decide to break the silence, feeling as though the awkwardness was swallowing you whole.

“why did you do that, ellie? we could have just walked away and ignored him.” you say, your voice low and tone soft, making sure it didnt sound like you were scolding her as you didnt want to make her more angry than she already was. she rubbed her brow, letting a sigh flow past her lips as she pouted them a little.

“well, who else was g’nna shut him up? dickhead had no right to call you that. you know i hate it when—” she says, her tone very firm, her anger obvious in her words, but you cut her off.

“i know, i know. i get it.” you sigh out, rubbing your eyes. you knew ellie was very protective of you, no matter how much of a loser she was she’d never let anyone fuck with you, she drew the line there. her hands were gripping the wheel tightly, her teeth finding her bottom lip. you found that after you’d said this, she had started to rant about it to let her anger out, but it didnt seem to work.

she rubbed her eyes with one hand as she rambled on, curses, groans and insults leaving her mouth. all this, and an idea still managed to swarm your head. how about you release her anger for her?

“he’s such a fucking—“ she rants, but you stop her by your confident words. “stop the car.” you say bluntly, with a hint of something else behind those words. her brows furrow further as she suddenly goes quiet from her rambling, her eyes meeting with yours for a split second. “huh? why?” she asks, confusion in her voice.

“pull over, ellie.” you whisper, your tone firmer now, almost seeming to stun her but she does comply, the fact that you were so strict with what you said making her pull the car over quickly and urgently. she was very much confused, parking the car on the side of the empty road. you grin to yourself, opening the glove box. “get in the backseat, baby.” you tell her.

she raises on eyebrow as she eyes your every movement, but somehow she doesnt seem to want to argue, and instead unclips her seatbelt slowly, manoeuvring into the backseat as she sits in the middle with her legs spread, seeming to get a small hint of what you were doing. especially when you were in the glovebox.

of course—ellies strap was in there.

you grab it in your hand and unclip your seatbelt, getting into the backseat. ellie reaches her arms out to you, grabbing your arms and then your hips, placing you on top of her lap as your legs rest either side of her waist. she was probably thinking you wanted her to fuck you. little did she know it wasnt like that. her hands caressed over your hips, her thumbs rubbing soft circles. “mm, y’want me to fuck you baby? right now?” she hums softly, her lips against your ear. however, you just laugh softly.

“no—you’re the one getting fucked, princess.” you grin, pressing your lips to her ear now, mimicking her own movements. you giggle to yourself as you could practically feel her smile faltering, her eyes widening and her legs spreading further. you move your head back, making eye contact with her puzzled face, your nose brushing against hers. “let me rail that anger out of you, hm?” you bite your bottom lip, watching the way her eyes pretty much fill with desperation.

she remained silent but she blinked, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, before you know it, you’d moved her to lay down and you hover over her, her jeans and boxers on the floor of the car—your skirt and panties in the same place. there was something so ironic about using ellies strap to fuck ellie with it. seems like the perfect way to go.

you strapped it on, not being able to help the moments that flush in your mind of every time ellie had fucked you senseless with this. you let the clear, veiny silicone brush against her already dripping folds, her head leans back on the car door at the first bit of contact, her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening in a silent moan.

you grin as you watch her face contort—starting to lift her shirt and move her flannel up, your lips finding her stomach. you kiss down her pretty waist, the way her stomach flattens with the sharp breaths she takes due to your soft movements, your lips pressing softer kiss on her hip bones as they arch up.

you meet with her folds, your tongue darting out to lick up her wet slit and swirl around her puffy clit. her arms lean back to grip onto the door, her hips arching up. “fuck! oh fuuuck—don’t stop. ohh, goddd…” she whines, swallowing hard as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hips fucking themselves on your tongue.

you refused to praise her aching hole with your tongue, you wanted to save that for your cock and make her take it like a good girl. you gave her soft kitten licks, swirling your tongue over her bundle of nerves and up and down her slick heat, paying the area in particular that made her whine the most.

you could slowly feel her body shake, already teetering on the edge from your tongue on her clit, now she was sensetive wasnt she?

her hand instantly reached down to grab a fistful of your hair, fucking her pussy on your lips as she pushed your head in further. “fuuuuck baby—g’nna cu—oh god…!” she cries out, her hips grinding on your face as she fiercly cums all over your tongue. your quick to react, taking all her juices into your mouth and swallowing it up like it was flowing gold.

you pull your face out of her heat, seeing her eyes shut in ecstasy. the windows of the car had steamed up and it felt awfully hot. before ellie could even open her eyes, you had her flipped over and pulled her hips up so she was on her hands and knees on the seats, your hands curling around her hips. “you’re gonna take this like a good girl, ain’cha, princess?” you speak, voice low and seductive. you knew she was no longer angry and that you’d likely relieved her stress, but you wanted to fuck her nastily.

she bows her head, nodding quickly. “y-yes baby. shit—i—“ you instantly cut her off by rolling your hips forward, your cock completely bottoming out inside of her tight hole, which made you groan—having to stretch her needy cunt.

“uuuhhh! s—shit—“ she whines, her hand slamming against the steamy car window along with her other one, trying to steady herself as you begin moving in and out of her throbbing pussy, her ass smacking against your hips causing it to ripple as the noises echo throughout the car. any normal person driving or walking by would’ve seen the car rocking.

“s-shit…take it baby. fuuuck, your pussy is so pretty—taking my cock so well.” you whine, the friction from the strap rubbing against your untouched clit. you knew ellie loved it when you treated her like this, praising her and all—you loved it too, treating her like the queen she was. you grip her hips, although you didnt really have to—she was already pushing them backwards onto your cock as you spoke nasty words to her. her hands left two imprints on the steamy window, placing them somewhere else on the window to steady herself further, leaving two more imprints.

every time you thrusted forward, her pussy made squelching noises from her precum dripping on your cock. your hands gripped her pretty waist harder, slamming the thick silicone in and out of her needy cunt. her head arches back and strident moans fell from her throat. you were panting now, but that didnt stop you. ohhh no.

you take her hips and pull her up so her back meets with your chest and she was basically sat on your lap. a cry escapes her throat at the new angle, her body feeling overstimulated. your hands move up under her shirt, gripping both of her small breasts, giving them small squeezes which caused her to whine at your touch. “f—fucking hell—shitttt!” she whimpers out, bouncing herself on your cock. what a needy princess.

you grin, resting your chin on her shoulder as you fuck up into her, some of her hair that had fallen out of her bun stuck to her cheeks that were covered in sweat. one of her hands remained on the window, her other one came to cup your cheek. “m’close. gonna cum baby…ahhh!” her head fell back against your shoulder as she whined this—her mouth staying agape.

“thats it, thaaaats it, cum all over my cock sweetheart. doing so well f’me—mmm…” you groan, fucking up into her further as your words only egg her on, her body beginning to shake again as you repeatedly slam the tip of your cock against her spongey spot.

she shudders on your lap, and you swore you could feel her walls pulsing around you. her eyes squeeze shut, brows knitting together and with a final jolt and a slurred, whore-ish whine emitting from her throat, her cum leaks out of her pussy and all over your cock, a loud gasp following.

“ohhh my fucking god…” she sighs out, her hand slipping off the window which caused a streaky handprint, her head falling onto your shoulder. you give her breasts one last squeeze before you let go and lift her shaky body off of the silicone and she sits against the door while you crawl inbetween her legs to lay there, her hands finding your hair to play with it.

you smile contently, “feel better?” you whisper, voice croaky as you close your eyes, feeling proud. she laughs, her hands gently playing with your hair as she speaks, her tone soft and her voice quiet.

“fuck yeah. i should be pissed more often.” she kissed your hair, letting her words linger. “think we should go home, cuddle in bed. how’s that sound, princess?” you ask, looking into her eyes now.

her eyes soften at your words, looking into yours. “i’d love to, baby.”

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[leashybebes]

I feel so mean but I want to know how Buck reacted when he opened his fridge and saw that Tommy bought CHAMPAGNE, clearly planning to celebrate...

(I like breaking my own heart, it's my biggest Tommy trait of all...)

ohhhh that IS mean, i love it.

When Tommy walks out - again - Buck just stands for a long moment, once again wondering how things between them can be so, so good, and then can go south so fast. Because he's pretty sure Tommy was going to stay, long enough to eat breakfast at least, and then longer than that. And then Tommy said something really fucking stupid, and Buck said something really fucking mean and then - then he was just gone.

God damn it.

Not quite sure what else to do, Buck picks up the coffee Tommy had poured for him and takes a sip. Perfect. It's perfect. It's been months, and Tommy can still make Buck's coffee just like he likes it. It feels like it should mean something, but - but Tommy's not here. Maybe that's who he is - maybe that's as much as they'll ever have. Shallow moments of connection that feel like they mean more. Incredible sex. Talking past each other until they hit on a soft spot too painful to process properly, and Tommy walks out.

Tommy's always leaving, and Buck's always being left, and he's suddenly so, so tired.

The breakfast that had smelled so good when Buck first registered it holds no appeal. He tries a slice of bacon anyway, because he hates wasting food, and just like the coffee it's perfect. Just like the coffee, the perfection feels unearned and unstable and like it's just begging Buck to read too much into it. When he'd walked into the kitchen and seen Tommy, tired but gorgeous in the soft morning light, when he'd seen the veritable feast laid out across the worktop, he'd been rocked right off his feet and back into their six months together. Felt spoiled and adored and looked after and like it meant something. 

Fuck it, though, he thinks to himself. Maybe it just meant Tommy was hungry. They sure did wear each other out last night. He gathers up the fruit, the bagels, transfers the hot food to a single dish, digs out some saran wrap from one of the boxes Tommy had half unpacked and moves mechanically, covering plates and dishes to keep the food fresh even though he already knows there's almost no chance he'll be able to choke any of it down without seeing Tommy's ghost in the edges of his vision, filling up the kitchen of Buck's new place with missed opportunities, just like he did to the old place.

When the food's condensed and covered, it feels less meaningful. It's just leftovers. God, it's all just leftovers.

Buck opens the fridge to start putting things away and almost drops a plate. 

Because there, in his empty fridge, is a bottle of champagne. He stares for a long, long moment, but it doesn't go anywhere. Doesn't transform itself into a less obvious drink, doesn't magically become a bottle of juice or a carton of milk.

Tommy went to the store and must have paid well over the odds, because that place a few roads over is probably as far as he could have gone, and it's daylight fucking robbery in there, and he bought champagne.

There's no way, Buck thinks, feeling hopeful and heartbroken and angry and confused and regretful and desperate and like he's missed a step in the dark again, there's no way that means nothing.

It means Tommy lied about having a shift. It means Tommy wanted to celebrate. It means Tommy thought they'd have something to celebrate. It means they probably would have tumbled back into bed a couple hours from now, well-fed and a little tipsy. It means Tommy didn't want to leave. 

It means he left anyway, leaving pieces of himself behind like he always does.

Buck takes a breath, moves the bottle aside, and starts loading up the fridge.

[intromortal]

✷ OUT OF OFFICE ⸻ P.JS

your coworkers can't begin to imagine what goes on between you and Jongseong when no one's watching.

this work contains ⋆ smut ⋆ minors do not interact ⋆ workplace relations ⋆ jealousy ⋆ brat tamer jay ⋆ toxicity if you squint (it's okay this is freak central we enjoy it) ⋆ alcohol consumption ⋆ don't like don't read! ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 4.1k words

✷ NIA — heyyy... how y'all doin... quick snack before i finish the actual fic i'm working on

smut warnings under the cut ⋆

mean jay ⋆ choking ⋆ degradation ⋆ punishment ⋆ male masturbation ⋆ orgasm denial ⋆ oral (m!rec) ⋆ brief shoe humping if at all. more like mention of it ⋆ body shots but make it nastier ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ reader fucked around and found out ⋆ like two singular instances of praise

There is something about men like Park Jongseong—men in power, men who seem to always have it together and every situation under control—that makes you want to slowly strip them of their restraint piece by piece, as if playing jenga, until it all comes crashing down.

You take pride in knowing how to get Jongseong to crumble in a just a few moves.

"I told you to only wear that when we're around friends," Jongseong says as he follows you through the entrance, hot on your heels. He rids himself of the jacket that is making sweat drip from his hair and down his forehead, then pulls at the collar of his shirt.

You ignore the bark in his tone, and twirl around in front of the huge mirror in your living room. You wanted a floor to ceiling one, but the ceiling in your and Jongseong's apartment is so high, you had to request it to be custom made. Expensive, but worth the money, and you can't wait for it to be delivered. You have plenty creative ideas on how to better utilize it, ones you're sure Jongseong is also eager to put in practice. "Don't I look good, boss?"

You don't need to look back to know he's probably staring daggers right through your back. He hates when you call him boss with that little mocking tone you reserve only to get under his skin. You two have equal power in the company, he is not your boss and you are not his, but within the walls of your bedroom, you enjoy messing up the dynamics a bit.

The light from the overhead lamp catches the diamond decorating your ring finger as you smoothen down the silky fabric of your dress. The ring is proof of Jongseong's devotion to you, the sight of it a reminder of your time spent all the way in Italy, just the two of you in a beach resort with the dreamiest view.

Ever since the engagement— which was kept a secret from pretty much everyone— Jongseong had softened down. You don't know if it's the prospect of a life together, of a family, that's making him go easier on you during your most intimate times, but one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place is the never ending game of cat and mouse you two got accustomed to playing. One you aren't ready to give up yet, or at all for what matters.

So, you take matters into your own hands. If he hesitates to play, that just means you have to bring out the big guns.

"That was a business dinner, not some random brunch with your girl friends. You were not dressed appropriately." Jongseong walks up to you and grabs your waist with a roughness so uncharacteristic of him. Everyone knows him as calm and collected man, never prone to anger, heart of gold. Only you get a peek into this side of him, the more jealous and possessive one he keeps hidden in the shadows. Knowing it's something reserved for you only makes you want to poke the bear all the more.

"A very uneventful dinner, my girls' brunches are way more fun." You know the reason for his anger is not because your dress doesn't conform to whatever dress code was put in place long before you or Jongseong got into the business world. It's a front he's putting up, to not admit that what he really feels is jealousy. Jealousy because he had to sit across you, pretending you don't live at the same place, pretending he's not balls deep inside you every other night, pretending he isn't the man who proposed to you months ago. Jealousy because he had to see his very rivals openly flirt with you all night long, uncaring of the ring on your finger that should have been enough to keep them the fuck away from you.

He's mad because he knows you and how you love playing games, he knows you push him on purpose, and as aware of it as he is, he can't help but fall for it every single time, even when it means giving you exactly what you want.

He bunches up the cream colored silk in his fist, his wrist glimmering with the heavy watch you got him for his birthday, and the slight movement is enough to uncover what you are wearing underneath.

"Is this your idea of fun?" He laughs, and the sound is devoid of any humor. It makes a shiver runs down your spine, but it also tells you you are on the right track.

It's the same lingerie you wore for him on the night he proposed, the one he spent hours picking out during one of his business trips instead of resting at the spa of the five star hotel he stayed at. It's white and embedded with a shower of diamonds. The best money can buy for his own jewel waiting for him back home.

He specifically bought that one for the special occasion, claimed you as his in it that same night. And you wore it around the very men trying to surpass him, crossing your legs here and there to give them a peek.

Jongseong is an enjoyer of the finer things in life. The tiniest detail of his life is hand picked by him personally to display his refined taste. From the bedding he imported from across the globe, to his very personal wine cellar stocked by Mr. Sim's private collection, to the fragrances he wears daily, formulated with the help of the most talented perfumers. All of it has to fit perfectly to his taste and parameters. He is a man of sensations, the touch, the smell, the feel. They all awaken memories in his mind, that's part of the reason why the lingerie you wore the first time he made love to you as your fiance had to be perfect. But now you have tainted it.

And for that, he has to make you pay.

"Come on, it's just the panties. I didn't even wear the bra, so it doesn't count," you say, putting on your best pout. You know it's useless when you meet his gaze and find his pupils blown out, the warmth you're accustomed to being met with seemingly gone.

Jongseong's other hand slides up, feeling the dress under his palm, taking his time in cupping one of your tits. He's careful, almost sweet in his exploration. If his eyes didn't tell you another story, you would think the anger had evaporated out of his body. It's what tells you he's not letting you off the hook easily this time, but deep down, it's what you wanted all along.

You meet his hand with yours, smaller fingers caressing the skin of his wrist then sliding up to intertwine with his longer, thicker ones. You guide him to squeeze your chest, enamored with the way he looks at you, like you're the most beautiful piece of art he has ever laid eyes on. Like you're his and in dire need of a reminder. "It's nice right? Custom made in France."

He lets out a hum. Then, moves his hand to rest on your neck.

Your breath hitches. He barely applies any pressure, but the weight alone is enough to make you want more. You crave the fuzzy feeling that courses through your veins when you let Jongseong decide how much and when you get to breathe, the delicious lightheadedness that comes with it.

It's what gets you going, the knowledge that you could say your safe word out loud and he would drop his hand immediately. Knowing he would rush to reassure you and take care of you like he usually does. There's power in granting someone else your submission, and at the end of the day you both know it's you who is calling the shots.

You follow his hand again, pushing to get him to apply more pressure on the sides of your neck. Even when you know you're gonna let him do whatever he wants, you enjoy making him work for it.

He frowns, and you smile. You can practically guess what he's thinking: if he punishes you, he's giving you exactly what you want. But if he doesn't, he's letting you off the hook with not so much as a slap on the wrist. No matter what he does, you have already won.

Jongseong makes his choice for the night. His grip on your neck strengthens, and you wheeze when he brings his face impossibly close to yours, whiskey and mint breath fanning on your lips. There's a something in his eyes you don't think you have ever seen, the look of pure unadulterated fury. It looks much like obsession does, in the way it's icy cold and not burning hot like one would expect. It stings like dry ice, like frostbite.

He has never looked better, and your thighs move on their own, squeezing in search of relief. You bite your bottom lip to silence any sound threatening to spill out, but Jongseong sees right through you. He sees the raw lust overtaking your body even when you try to deprive him of the show.

"You enjoy pissing me off, don't you?" he asks, venom dripping past his lips. You want to kiss it off of him.

"You're—" He squeezes, and you gasp. You have to gather strength to finish your sentence. "Easy to piss off."

"I think I've heard enough from you tonight." He relents his grip on you, smoothing the wrinkled mess on your dress like he wasn't just choking you mere moments ago. "Go sit on the bed. Dress on, don't make me repeat myself."

You follow his instructions, much to your surprise, like your legs are moving on their own. Half the reason is the sternness in his voice, you can't recall a time when he has ever sounded quite like that. The other half you guess is curiosity, when it comes to punishing you, he rarely makes detours.

When you walk into your room, you find it tidy just like you left it before heading to dinner. Your side of the bed is overflowing with pillows while Jongseong's only has two. One is the pillow he uses when sleeping and the other one is heart shaped with a case printed with his favorite picture of you. You got it for him as a joke, half expecting him to laugh and then never think about it again. Instead, he treasures it like it's the most precious gift you could have ever given him, despite how poorly made it is. Even when most of the pillows on your shared bed end up on the floor during the night, he makes sure that one never does. You think if it came down to it, he would rather lay on the floor himself.

If Jongseong is pleased, he doesn't show it, because soon enough he walks into the room with two brown labeled bottles of red wine and stemmed glasses, not sparing you a single glance.

He takes his sweet time reading the back of each one, unscrewing only one bottle open. It's his way of getting back at you, making you wait. Each second that passes makes you more curious about what his next move will be, about how he is gonna punish you. Your eyes never leave his figure, his buttoned shirt doing nothing to hide how the muscles of his arms work as he untwists the cork. Your hungry gaze travels down, devouring him inch by inch, finding him already hard in his dress pants. No matter what he says, you know he enjoys this little game as much as you do.

"Can you be quicker?"

"I told you I've heard enough." The cap gives up with a pop. Finally. "No more talking unless I ask questions."

He pours a glass, then dangerously walks up to the bed where you are sat and hands it to you. "Open up."

It takes you a few seconds to comply, but ultimately, you do. You keep your gaze fixated on his as he tilts the crystal glass, pouring the bitter liquid down your throat. It stings on its way down, it paints your lips in hues of red.

When Jongseong removes the glass from your lips, you poke out your tongue to clean the mess left behind, gaining a hum of satisfaction from him. Still, it's not enough for him to voice out any praise.

He pokes his thumb into your mouth, lowering your jaw open to make sure you swallowed every last bit. The action is innocent to the untrained eye, but the execution is so charged with lust, it has you squirming on the edge of the bed. "Is the wine to your liking?"

You nod, but he quirks his head, waiting to hear you say it out loud.

"It's nice," you say, voice still rough from earlier.

"Good. That's good. I'm glad." He puts the glass down on the shelf facing the bed, right next to the bottles and the corkscrew. "Because you'll have more of it later."

He leaves you no time to process his words, grabbing a fist of your hair and pushing your face right on his crotch. The surprised gasp that leaves you is muffled against the cotton of his dress pants, and it takes you a second to understand what he wants you to do. "Stick your tongue out for me—yeah just like that."

He guides your head with his iron grip on your hair, letting you mouth at his clothed cock until his pants are soaked with your spit. It's messy and obscene, it leaves you wanting to feel his skin on your tongue, to get an actual taste. You want him to take his frustration out on your mouth, to use it like his own personal toy, and you make sure to show that to him.

"You're so dirty… look at you, so eager to please. What happened to all that attitude from earlier, mhh?"

You lick a long stripe, from the belt to the underside, putting more spit in it the lower you go, looking for any reaction.

When he bites down on his lip to keep a sigh of pleasure in, you feel emboldened enough to grab the button holding his pants together with your teeth, pulling it between them to signal him to take them off. Instead, he pulls your head off of him completely, ignoring your whines.

"Awww baby," he mocks, titling your head up. "You thought you'd get what you want so soon? You know better than that."

He undoes his belt and his pants, then leans back against the desk right behind him. "You've been such a bad, bad girl all night. I think you don't deserve to have fun yet. Am I wrong?"

"Please, I'll be good from now on." You look at him, glossy eyed. But he's way past the point of being impressed by your words. All you do with that filthy mouth of yours is lie anyway.

"We'll see about that." His shoulder relax with a sigh as he palms his cock briefly, alternating between squeezing the outline and stroking it, before dipping his hand down the waistband of his boxers. He takes it out, revealing the length to you too. It looks delicious in his hand as he gives it a few experimental pumps, the red tip glistening with accumulated precum, more abundant with each stroke. "Stay put where you are. No touching yourself until I give you permission. Understood?"

You're too lost in your own thoughts, too in awe of the sight before you to really register what Jongseong says. Your mouth waters as he works his hand around his thick girth, and you wish it could be your lips wrapping around it instead. Your hand runs down your body, still covered by the dress, looking to give yourself any sort of relief from the pressure that has built inside your belly, a feeling no amount of squeezing or grinding down on the linen bed sheets is enough to satiate any longer.

Jongseong catches you instantly, and stops moving his fist. In return, this snaps you out of your daze. "I said, no touching. Try that again and you're not cumming for a week. Yeah?"

"Yes. I'm sorry," you meekly say, snapping your hand away from your core like it burnt you. You believe him when he tells you that, because it has already happened. The first time he threatened it, you ignored it, convinced he wouldn't actually leave you dry and hanging. You learned the hard way Jongseong doesn't really take promises lightly.

"Good." He resumes his movements after ridding himself of his shirt, torso glistening under the light. He starts off slow and steady, deliberately showing off just how thick he is because he knows it's your favorite thing about his cock. It sits heavy in his hand, and every few strokes he squeezes, recreating the way your cunt clenches around him when he's buried in you to the hilt.

More than anything, it's the sounds he makes that really get to you. Jongseong's little moans and gasps might just be your favorite things in the entire world and being the one to rip them out of him is something you take pride in, it's your motivation to keep going when you're tired and spent. He sounds beautiful as he keeps jerking himself off, his hair slowly getting wetter and wetter with each movement of his arm.

The veins running down his length look fuller, and so do those on his arm. A sick part of you wants to bite down on the flesh of his biceps, leave your mark on him for everyone to see. There's no worse punishment than not being able to touch him, and after so many times he's tried to put you in your place, he might have actually cracked the code on how to get you to behave for at least a little while. Jongseong continues working on himself, his brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes closed, imagining who knows what.

It's only when he looks at you to check if you're keeping your hands to yourself, and finds you with your arms glued to your sides, eyes teary from desperation, that his movements falter. He throws his head back, stuttering through a chain of fuck fuck fucks, fist squeezing on his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot. He takes a few seconds to regain control, breathing so heavily you would think he just ran a marathon.

When he's sure he won't cum from your sight alone, he opens up his eyes again to take your disheveled form in. One of the straps of your dress fell down, and the silk got all bunched up at your waist, culprit panties on full display. Your makeup is smudged on your cheeks, but he thinks you look better like this anyway. He almost caves in.

"Come here," he says, but most of the anger and bark in his tone from earlier is just a faint accent. He's a weak man for you, unfortunately for him.

You get on all fours on the floor, literally crawling to be at his feet. He grabs your face to caress it, sweet and gentle, runs his fingers along your jawline. There is the faintest twitch of a smile on his features. He wants to cave in. "Do you know your place now, baby?"

The light hits your features in a way that almost makes you look angelic, but you're a much more devilish creature. And when you nod, the hunger in your eyes betrays you. Jongseong wants to cave in, but he doesn't.

He gives you a light slap, its sole purpose is to admonish you, not hurt. He grabs your face again, this time with more strength, and squishes your cheeks together. "But I don't think you do yet."

A hiccup leaves your lips when he lets go of his hold on you and turns to the shelf behind him, the little glimmer of hope you held out on now trampled under his foot. "Please— I'll be good, I'll listen to you from now on, I'll do any—"

Jongseong interrupts you, full glass of wine in his hand and an amused curl on his lip. "Yeah? Then prove it to me. Get to work." He lets some of the wine fall down his torso in little streams of red. It drips down his abs, the hard ridges shaping the flow of the liquid. It goes lower, and lower, and lower down his v-line and thighs.

You stare at the imagine, enamored with it, mouth watering as your eyes follow the droplets' descent down your fiance's body. You're so captivated Jongseong has to remind you to take action with another light tap on your cheek.

You lick a stripe of wine off of him, from his thigh to his pelvis, reveling in the way his leg bounces under the stimulation, under the sheer power of your sultry gaze locked on his. His Adam's apple bobbles when your tongue traces its way to his cock, red and angry from the edging he subjected himself to. You go to wrap your hand around the base of his length so you can suckle on his tip, coax more of that delicious salty precum you adore out of him, but his hand swats yours away.

"No hands, keep them behind your back. Show me how you use that mouth."

The order has you gushing in your panties, now too ruined to ever be worn again. Your thighs are slick with want, from all the wetness seeping out of your poor untouched cunt, from all the times you have clenched around nothing ever since the night started. You know the only way to cum is to follow Jongseong's orders until he's happy and satisfied with your compliance.

So you do. You bring your hands together behind your back, pretending an invisible restraint is keeping them out of the way, then bend forward to take his tip inside your mouth, giving it a few experimental sucks that have his hips stuttering to push more past your lips.

You take more in, trying your best to relax your mouth as you do so because he's so thick, but the sight of your struggle makes his throb.

"That's it. Good fucking girl. Such a good girl for me."

The praise hits you right where you need him most, and you can't possibly hold in the moan you release around his girth, the vibration making him throw his head back in pleasure.

He lets more wine dribble down his body as you work your magic on him, the liquid cold against his scorching skin. Some of it gets on your dress, staining it, and you think this might have been his plan all along.

"Aw. Look at your dress, now you won't be able to wear it anymore. What a pity," he groans. "So good, your mouth is too fucking good."

You double your efforts, and Jongseong coos at you. "Poor little thing, you wanna feel good too, don't you?" He sets the wine aside again, opting instead to push the hair out of your face so you have better access to his cock without anything getting in the way. "Wanna get a pillow to hump?"

You make a muffled sound of displeasure, and he laughs. Of course, he knows that's not what you want.

"What is it then?"

You think he's about to pull you off of him so you can speak, but he doesn't. He keeps you in place, mouth on his length right where it belongs, and instead expects you to voice your needs without a chance to breathe.

You want to tell him it's his touch that you crave, and you try your best to, but it comes out incomprehensible, a muffled jumble of sounds that don't quite hold any meaning.

"I'm sorry, couldn't hear you. Try again?"

Tears prickle your eyes, squirming in your spot, at his mercy and on your knees for him. You try again, with even worse results.

Eventually, he relents. His shoe moves, pushing under you, until it comes in contact with your dripping clothed pussy. Your reaction is immediate, a long drawn out moan at the smallest, faintest contact. He teased you for so long, you think even a brush could be enough to make you come undone. Yet, he makes you work for that too.

"Hump my shoe then, make yourself come if you want to so badly." He bends down, fist still in your hair to pull your head backwards. "But hold it until you make me cum first. After you swallow all I give you, then you get to let go. Understood?"

[luveline]

HEY JADE I HOPE UR DOING WELL ILY

im curious to hear ur thoughts on what an interaction between zombie!au steve and reader would look like had the apocalypse not happened. would she fly completely under his radar like in high school or would he be interested in getting to know her?? we know she knew who he was pre-apocalypse but does she really care? i keep thinking about what would happen if she walked into family video one day and if he would hit on her or not lmao

hi I love you! zombie au (ish) | fem, 1.3k

Voices force Steve’s attention. 

“I’ll be five minutes!”

“Two minutes or I’m driving off without you!” 

Steve’s more familiar with the second one. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his creaky shit van idling on the curb outside of the store. That sheds some light on the first voice —one of the club members. Or, honorary club members? When Steve decides to be kind and drive Dustin home in the winter after his games, you can be seen occasionally sitting on stoops waiting for Eddie to finish. 

Who knew The Freak could get a girlfriend? That makes Steve being single even sadder.

You say something else. Eddie laughs. “Do you want popcorn or not?” you quip. 

“Why, are you paying for it?” 

“Not for you I’m not.” 

“You got a minute and counting.” 

“If you drive off without me, you can forget about Friday night.” 

Steve angles his head to watch you through the open door. Summer heat has made a mess of Munson’s hair where he’s leaning toward the open door. You’re holding the car door, in a light chequered dress with bows on the shoulders and the cutest pair of socks and buckled shoes. How the fuck does Eddie get a girl like that? Also, Steve’s been wondering, where the fuck did you come from? Clearly you went to Hawkins High, and when Robin told him that he swore he could remember you, but there’s nothing in his head. It’s like Robin all over again, in the same homeroom for two years and he didn’t know she was awesome until the summer after high school ended. 

“Can you just go get your fucking movie so we can go?” 

You’re still glaring when you turn around, but you’re quiet as you edge into Family Video. “Jerk,” you mouth to yourself, taking a quick cut to the slasher moves at the back. You don’t spend much time browsing, Steve can see from the back that it’s Day of the Dead. You emerge and head to the blockbusters. 

You catch Steve watching at the desk. 

He knows he doesn’t have a chance, you already have a boyfriend, so all he says is, “Let me know if you need any help.”

You smile weakly and turn back.

Maybe he wasn’t nice to you. He can’t remember, is the thing. He was such a jerk, Tommy and Carol were such jerks. 

He’s not a miserable person, but he does hate himself more often than not. It’s easier because he actually has friends who love him. Robin might give him shit every day, but she’s the first person to teach him what being loved feels like, and it makes him better. He’s less cruel, less quick to anger, less selfish. But Steve knows he isn’t completely kind or patient in turn. He’s a fuck up. He’s nearly twenty three working for $4.50 in an hour with no degree and no prospects and— 

“Hey,” you say, setting three tapes down on the desk. 

“Hey.” He clears his throat. “Is this everything?” 

You look vaguely embarrassed to ask, “Do you guys still do the bags of popcorn, do you know?” 

“Sure, they’re by the window, let me just–”

“That’s okay, I’ll get it.” 

You speed walk for the popcorn. Steve finds himself with a weirdly dry mouth as you reach for one, swallowing hard as you make your way back. It’s just the one bag of popcorn after all. Eddie must’ve really pissed you off. 

Steve rings up your movies. The barcode on Pretty in Pink won’t work. He opens the window and starts to type it in with his keyboard. 

Outside, someone lays on the horn for three long beeps. 

“I’m real sorry about him,” you say, letting out a breathy, nearly-timid laugh. 

“Is he always like that?” 

“Every day of his life.” 

Steve works in customer service. He has mastered the art of the polite smile. “I don’t think you should put up with it. Nice girl like you,” he says lightly. 

“That’s what friends are for, right?” you say with chagrin. 

Steve glances over your shoulder. Just friends? Who the fuck would put up with Eddie voluntarily? Steve understands that love isn’t a choice, but if you’re not even kissing to soften the blow of things, you’re just crazy. 

He slides your tapes back to you. “How long did you want them for, just the one night?” 

“Two, please.” 

“Awesome, can I have a phone number and address?” 

You give them.

Steve uses his employee discount and doesn’t really know why as he clicks it out. “It’s four dollars when you’re ready.” 

You take the swing purse from your hip and clip it open, pulling out a ten dollar bill. “He’s not totally mean,” you say, “I know he seems rude. But that’s just his character.” 

“Sure.” 

You offer him the ten dollars, shifting around on your shoes, eyes over his shoulder toward the back. You seem a little put off by him. He really must’ve been mean to you. Maybe he laughed when Carol called you names. Maybe he ignored you as he put himself in Nancy Wheeler’s path. 

“Steve?” 

He looks up in surprise, still counting your change out. It should be easy, except he doesn’t have a five dollar bill in the register, and he had three one dollars, so he’s counting quarters he’ll have to apologise for. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” 

He pauses. “I’m good. Why?” 

You gesture to your eye. “You have a cut. Did you get hurt?” 

“This? This is nothing. I threw Robin, you know Robin? Robin Buckley? She’s going to college, she actually already left, but I threw her a surprise going away party. When everybody yelled ’surprise’ she sort of panicked and her ring caught me.” He chews his lip. “Yeah, I’m fine though.” 

“Oh, shit. Eddie’s going to do this internship thing in Michigan at the end of the week, I hope he doesn’t get me with his rings when I give him his goodbye present.”

“Lot of rings.” 

“Right? He’ll blind me.” 

Steve startles both of you when he laughs heartily, grabbing the remainder of your change and shutting the register tightly. “Can’t let that happen.”

“So we both find ourselves without best friends for the autumn,” you say, holding out your hand for your change. “Maybe if you’re bored, you can call me. We can go to the movies or something.” 

“You’re serious?” 

“How else do you make friends?” you ask. “If you don’t wanna be my friend that’s fine, I’m putting you on the spot, just don’t call me, but my number’s in there.” 

“And when you come back to return the movies, and I still haven’t called, that won’t be awkward at all,” he says wryly, teasingly, enjoying the way your face has changed. He wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re flirting, but your smile is something else.

“So… call me?” you ask quietly, grabbing your movies, your popcorn, and waiting for an answer. 

Steve thinks that sounds more like a date being planned than a burgeoning friendship, and his grin probably shows that. “Sure. Yeah, I’ll call you. We’ll go to the movies.” 

You’re decidedly quick as you escape the store, rushing down off the curb and upto Eddie’s van. You open the door and climb in fast, Steve only hears a snippet of your conversation as Eddie turns the engine back on. 

“What the hell?”

“What?” 

“I fucking knew you had a crush on that jerk! Look at your face!” 

“Shut up, can we go?” you hiss. “This is why I didn’t get you any popcorn.”

“This is why you can't come to Michigan.” 

Steve presses the back of his hand to his cheek as the van leaves the parking lot. He’s hot as a burning hearth. Probably red as one too. God, who are you? Where have you been this entire time? You might’ve just saved Steve’s life. (Or, his social life.) 

—

I was curious and maybe this is like an au of the au and it’s not as cute as I wanted it to be but I think they’d accidentally trap themselves in the friends box for a while trying to survive being without their best friends together and Steve still falls slowly, I was gonna make this a bit longer but I thought I won’t bother unless it’s something people really want cos there’s a few requests I wanna do soon!! thank you for requesting

[themultifanshipper]

"It's a marathon not a sprint"

Warnings: smut, lingerie, edging, bickering, oral, mention of charles, I actually hate this but I hope I made it acceptable to read 🤞

One of the Boys masterlist

He was busy hugging everyone in the paddock after his sprint win. Rightfully so.

He'd just won his first race with Ferrari.

You knew he would, so you had prepared.

Under your clothes you had a red lace set you knew he'd go mad for, and in your bag a matching lacy robe.

You went straight to his driver's room and waited.

You'd given him a little... extra motivation this morning before the sprint by giving him a quick sneak-peek.

He hoped that when he opened the door to his driver’s room you would be there, and indeed there you were, in all your glory sitting on his couch.

"Fucking hell...." he sucked in a breath, soft smile spreading across his face as he took you in.

"It's been a while, huh?" You smirked, uncrossed your legs and made your way over to him sensually.

"It certainly has" his eyes roamed your figure, he could already feel himself stiffening in his pants.

He met you in the middle and wrapped an arm around your back to pull you against him.

His suit was wet and sticky and you squirmed out of his grasp before he could lean in to kiss you.

"Ewww... Lewis you're soaked"

He just smirked at you. "Not as soaked as you're going to be"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Go and shower" you pointed towards the small bathroom "I'll be waiting"

That was the quickest shower of Lewis' life.

He dried himself as quickly as he could before rushing back into the room, completely naked, and all but jumped on you.

His hands were everywhere, his mouth was on your neck, and you could feel him hardening against your thigh.

"Roll over, I'm gonna ride you" you muttered and he couldn't be happier to let you do just that.

He looked up at you in awe, and he realised the panties were crotchless when he felt your wetness against him.

Perfect, he could admire how the lace complimented your skin all the while being inside you.

You ditched the robe, and smiled down at him as you sank down on him slowly.

You took a minute to adjust to his impressive girth.

"So do you like it?" You purred, your hands tracing the patterns of the lace, and he was mesmerised.

"Yeah..." his fingers played with the fabric. "It's beautiful. If I win more races will you put in on again for me?"

"That might take years" you teased. "You might not be in Ferrari next time, so I'll have to get a different colour..."

He swatted your thigh and shifted under you, making you gasp as he moved inside you.

"Answer the question. Will you?"

You smilled, starting to roll your hips to get a bit of friction. "Maybe. I guess you'll have to win to find out"

He hummed thoughtfully and gave an experimental thrust.

You moaned low, steadying yourself on his chest and he did it again before asking another question.

"What about Charles? If he wins will you wear it for him?"

You bit your lip to hide your smile.

"Believe it or not, he's not very into clothes" You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his neck teasingly. "He prefers me naked, or with a shirt with his name on, which for some reason he likes to come on-"

"Okay, too much information, jesus" Lewis chuckled, the fact that Charles liked coming over his own name was not something he wanted to know about his teammate.

"You asked " you were smirking at his disgusted expression. "Besides all of you have weird kinks"

"Yeah, yeah, stop talking about other people now"

"And do what? You don't seem to be very intent on fucking me"

His eyes darkened and his hands tightened on your hips.

"We've got 2 hours before I need to get ready for qualifying. If you think you're coming anytime soon, think again..."

You barely had time to react before he was picking you up and carrying you over to the strongest wall to press you against it.

He was still inside you, and the jostling had made him slip in even deeper inside you.

He kept you pinned, and he had you writhing in minutes as he pounded into you while panting into your neck.

His groans just egged you on, and you could feel an orgasm creeping up your spine.

He felt it too, however, and as soon as you started clenching around him he pulled out, and you whined as the feeling of euphoria was ripped away.

"Lewisss..."

He chuckled and set you down on the massage table, gazing down at you with a smirk.

"I told you, darling. You're not coming until someone calls me out of here..."

He slapped his cock against your clit, taking great pleasure in denying you before slipping inside you again.

He was maddeningly gentle, thrusting as slow as he dared while staring intently at the way his cock was stretching you out and your wetness was clinging to it.

"God, I'd missed this" he groaned.

You were trembling under him, the drag of his cock was exquisite and you begged him to go faster.

"No baby, I've waited a long time for this, so I'm going to savour it"

You were stuck, held down by his strong arms as he forced you to endure the slow torture.

Then again, it was so good that after a while, you felt like you were on the precipice once again.

But he just smiled like a maniac and pulled out again and turned you over, bending you over the massage table.

He kneeled behind you and kissed up the back of your thighs, lips igniting a fire under the skin they came into contact with.

The first teasing lick against your clit made you jump, and he had to hold your hips steady to bury his face between your legs.

You knew at that moment, no matter what happened that afternoon, there weren't going to be any post-qualifying activities for you.

[kaeyas-beloved]

small words, big meanings

Character: Leon S. Kennedy

— Leon feels too much and nothing at all, you're offering what support you can for him

cw: gn!reader, rev. comfort, i imagined more re4r Leon but really any leon post-rc would work <3 not proofread cause i really just wanted to let the words flow

Leon catches himself mourning the young man he once was more than he'd like to admit. For fleeting moments when looking in the mirror, he can see the boy who was much happier, who thought he had the whole world in front of him with so much to see and do and learn. Who was about to have his dream come true, have something finally go his way after pouring so much dedication during his time in the academy.

Leon breaks a little each day he remembers that time has passed and won't ever come back. He doesn't think he'll ever smile like he did when he was 21, won't feel the lightness in his chest when walking the streets of towns and cities he's staying in. While the world changed around him, he felt like a man frozen and unable to move, like his heart beat slower than anyone else's around him, like his body morphed and changed in slow-mo and other's appeared accelerated.

Even next to you this feeling crept up in his chest, and fuck did he hate it. He didn't want to think about all the shit in his life when he had you who made things just a little easier from time to time. But he did, so fuck him he guesses.

You're not entirely blind to this either, but you can admit it's hard sometimes. It's hard to catch the shift because Leon has that stoic look on his face a lot of the time as a default, leaving you to rely on his eyes and subtle movements to understand what he's thinking. It's hard to watch the little light he mange to hold fizzle from his palms like a spark that pops off a roaring fire - there one second and gone the next.

It kills you to know you can only do so much for him.

It's something you tossed around in your mind as you watch him grab what he needs to head to the store, ingredients needed for dinner missing from the pantry. You would've gone or joined him, but he... not so much insisted, but with the way he spoke you knew he needed this. You get it, you've been there, needing a moment out of the house that became so familiar it was suffocating. So, you relented. Anything for him, anything you'd give if it even had the chance of helping him.

You're pulled from your thoughts as Leon addresses you, going over what he needs to grab one more time.

You wonder if he knows you know, if there was an unspoken dark figure standing in the room with you both that's getting ignored, or if he thinks you don't suspect anything.

After reciting the store mental grocery list, Leon turns back to head out the door with a small I'll be back, but before the door even had a chance to open you were on your feet, swallowing in hopes to rid yourself of the sudden dryness in your throat.

Calling his name, you cross the small distance and wrap your arms around him, resting your head wherever you could just to feel a little closer to him. The stiffness of Leon's shoulders eases after a moment and he looks over his shoulder at you, a brow slightly risen.

"I love you," you murmur, soft, but in the quiet room it sounded and weighted so much more. Good, they're suppose to, because there were far too many things you're not saying yet definitely feeling.

Anything Leon may have had to say dies on his tongue and he's left with just looking at you. Things that made up you started to leave that heavy feeling in his chest, twisting before his very eyes - had you changed too? Of course, you weren't always like you are now, but his eyes play tricks and the you now suddenly doesn't feel like you from this morning, or even the you from mere minutes ago, even when he knew deep in his bones you were.

"I hope one day you can see the world as you've taught me to see it, beyond the scary things it shows us everyday," you say next, and all at once that pressure in his chest eases, just a little. He hopes so too.

Wordless, Leon turns, taking your hands into his and pressing a lingering kiss to your fingers before pulling you into his arms. You could feel the tender way his lips then met your forehead, see the tension leave the slope of his shoulders, hear the breathes he took - in through the mouth and out the nose - and in that moment all you could smell was him with every breath you yourself took.

When the man who holds your entire heart and soul pulls you a little closer to him, pressed flushed against one another and his face still resting against your forehead, you knew Leon was still here with you, still fighting.

And when he pulled away after a long moment basking in your entirety, the tiniest of upturns to the edge of his lips and his own few quiet words were said, it solidified he got your message, both the one spoken and unspoken.

"I love you, too."

[noctiva]

Bully Toby hc?? Love/hate situation with the reader? :DD

HI ANON!!! I know u asked this ages ago im so sorry it took so longggg

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Bully!Toby Headcanons

CW!! Insinuated NSFW content, toby being an ass, power dynamics, toxic behaviour

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lets get one thing straight: his ‘hatred’ towards you is just misplaced desire

he hates how you just light up every single room you walk into

hates how you manage to look effortlessly beautiful, even when you barely got any sleep the night before

hates how sweet you are to everyone around you, even him

you make his stomach twist and turn, and he can’t tell if it’s genuine nausea, or from the butterflies you give him.

you makes his heart flutter, and his cheeks burn, and he has no fucking clue how to deal with it.

so, naturally, you become public enemy number one.

at first, he tried avoiding you at all costs, but when that didn’t work, he switched to just being a dick - hoping that maybe that would cause you to steer clear of him.

snapping at you just because you asked him how his day was.

shoving you out of the way when he could’ve easily just asked you to move.

anything to wipe that pretty little smile off of your face, because he just can’t stand the sight of it.

but as it progresses… maybe it’s just an excuse to get close to you

snickering to himself as he kicks his leg out in front of you to trip you while you’re walking, watching those pretty tears well up in your eyes when you hit the pavement

curling his fingers into your hair from behind, yanking you backwards with a force that makes you yelp

His entire body feeling hot as he holds you close for a moment, before roughly shoving you away

and maybe, maybe it’s a bit of a self-satisfying power play too

because as someone who got bullied himself, he can’t deny that it feels nice to have the upper hand for once

it feels nice, watching you tense up the moment he walks into a room that you’re in - knowing that he’s got you quivering under the heel of his boot

does he feel bad about it? would he much rather put all of this passion into something more beneficial to the both of you, like kissing the lipstick off of your lips, or learning what every inch of your skin tastes like?

Yeah, definitely.

But he’s pretty sure you hate him now

And accepting his own emotions is a whole other beast.

So instead, nothing changes.

But as he’s laughing at you while you’re sniffling as you pick up the things he had knocked out of your arms - he’s wishing that it would.

Wishing that he wasn’t too much of a coward to do something about it.

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back to doing headcanons!! these are very fun

oh tsundere!toby who’d much rather portray his affection as aggression… I love you so <3

[lady-lostmind]

FILL ME UP

Written for @steddiebingo Get Lucky Prompt: Shots

Rating: T | WC: 1013

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

Eddie stumbles into the room, barely holding onto the shot glasses he has crowded in his hands, liquid sloshing out and dripping all along the floor. 

Steve groans and gestures to the mess. “Eddie! Come on man! Can we wait to destroy this place for like a single day?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and backtracks, swiping his socks over the spilled drinks. “There!”

Steve and Robin both look up at him from the couch in horror. Eddie ignores them and carefully sets the glasses on the coffee table, nudging a shot toward each of them. 

Eddie picks his up and holds it out, waiting. “Come on! We’re celebrating!”

Steve looks over to Robin and shrugs, picking his shot up. Robin rolls her eyes and grabs her. They clink glasses and throw them back with a grimace, Eddie bursting out laughing and bouncing on his feet. “I can’t believe we actually did it. No more fucking Hawkins.” 

Steve grins up at him fondly and puts his glass back on the table. “Alright, Munson. Fill me up.” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his face turning bright pink as Robin chokes on a laugh. 

Steve’s brows scrunch together and he looks between them, confused. “What?”

Eddie shakes his head and scurries back to the kitchen to grab the bottle of shitty vodka. He comes back and refills all their glasses. “Nothing. Here–” 

He shoots Robin a glare when she snorts again. Steve eyes them both but Eddie just leans down and clinks their glasses again. They do this round and as soon as the glasses hit the table again, Eddie refills them. He takes his shot with him to the couch, squeezing in between them and nudging Robin’s knee when she chuckles again. “Do I have to cut you off already, Buckley?” 

That just makes her laugh even harder and has Steve leaning forward to look at her with a confused grin on his face. “Okay, seriously. What did I miss?”

Eddie shakes head. “Nothing! Just–” He clinks Steve’s shot with his and gives him a big smile as they down them. 

Robin scoffs. “You left me out. Great. It’s been one day and I’m already being demoted to third wheel.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, leaning forward to fill his glass again, holding it out so she can clink her glass with his. “Happy?” His face scrunches as he downs the shot. 

Robin nods, downing her own. 

Steve shakes his head. “Why would you think you’d be the third wheel, Robs?” His voice is laced with concern. 

Robin’s face drops a little, her eyes flicking to Eddie. “Uh–”

Eddie glares at her with wide eyes. He can tell she doesn’t have much of a filter right now. Maybe shots weren’t such a good idea. 

Robin shrugs. “You know. Just– living here with you guys…being guys. You know. I’m the only girl.”

Steve’s brow scrunches. “Yeah but–”

Eddie snags the bottle off the table again and pours Steve another shot, effectively distracting him from the conversation at hand. 

“Eds– I don’t want to get fucking wasted–” He shakes his head. “Whatever, fine.” He downs the shot and goes right back to the conversation.

Eddie sighs, his heart hammering in his chest. Great. They just moved in together and Eddie is already about to blow things with his stupid crush. He does another shot.

“You guys are being weird. What’s going on?” 

Eddie feels like his face is burning bright red. They haven’t even said anything that damning. But he can feel how tense Robin is next to him, desperately fighting not to blurt out Eddie’s secret. Because Steve is asking. And Robin can’t lie for shit. Especially when she’s drunk. And Steve is looking at her like his feelings are really hurt. And now he feels like he’s driving a wedge between them, and he hates that. And it’s not like Steve doesn’t already know he’s gay. He just doesn’t know–

“I have a crush on you.” Eddie stares at his feet, the shots really taking over as his mouth runs wild. “I have a stupid crush on you, and Robin knows so when you said–” Eddie sighs and trails off, wishing he could melt directly into the couch. 

Steve shakes his head. “When I said wh– wait. You have a crush on me?” 

Eddie takes a deep breath and lifts his eyes to Steve, and Robin’s shocked faces and gives a tiny nod. “Yeah. I mean. I know you aren’t–”

Steve’s mouth is on his mouth. Suddenly, and very fiercely. Eddie freezes and he swears he can feel his brain whirling around in his head as he tries to understand what the fuck just happened. 

Robin is cackling and muttering about it being about time, and Steve is pulling back with a shy grin, doubt filling his eyes. 

“Sorry. Uh– I–” Steve sighs, eyes flicking between Eddie’s mouth and his eyes. “You said– And I do too. So I just thought–”

Eddie is still frozen, staring at Steve with wide eyes. “What the fuck just happened?”

Robin smacks his arm. “He likes you too, idiot.” 

That finally makes it click. 

Steve kissed him. 

Steve kissed him. 

Steve kissed him. 

And now he’s looking away from Eddie like he fucked up because he’s sitting here like a jackass and didn’t kiss him back. Fuck. He didn’t kiss him back. 

Eddie lunges forward and pulls Steve back in, locking their lips together in a sloppy, alcohol fueled kiss, ignoring Robin’s protests and only stopping when Steve starts giggling against Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie pulls back with a confused look. “What’s so–”

“I asked you to fill me up.” 

That starts Robin’s cackling again, which only ramps up Steve’s laughter, and gets Eddie rolling too. He shrugs, eyeing Steve up and down. “I mean. That can be arranged, big boy.” 

Steve’s face drops in shock and Robin smacks his arm again. 

“Ew! Don’t do that in front of me! Don’t do that when I’m home!”

Eddie chuckles and flips her off as he leans back in to give Steve another kiss. 

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Fairy/Fae x F! Human Reader

A/N: I had so much fun researching Beltane for this.

TW: Breeding kink, non-con, dub-con, spanking

Kofi: Ko-fi.com/cherie47467

You hated that he managed to trap you in his world. But, what you hated even more is that for a whole year, you had tried to escape this place before breeding day arrived. Instead, you're hiding in a closet, hoping your forced husband doesn't find you.

Damn! Why did I have to step into that fairy circle?!

It would've been fine under any other circumstance, but with the fae population declining, the current monarchy had decided to follow their old traditions again in an attempt to raise the rate of children being born before they went extinct. Which meant you were one of the many human women trapped in the fairy world.

"Sundrop, where are you? We need to get going and leave for the Beltane festival," Rae says, walking into the room, his aquamarine wings and golden skin glittering in the light. "Sundrop?"

You keep your head down, hoping he won't notice your hiding spot, only for the doors to open.

"There you are, Sugarplum. I thought you were over hiding from me. Anyway, I brought you the cute white uniform that the human women wear," Rae states, his purple eyes shining as he pulls you up and unbuttons your pajamas. "I'm going to hold back until it's our turn to jump the fire, but you can play with your little human friends at the Maypole."

Your uniform was a short, white, and lacy babydoll negligee that barely covered your ass and white lingerie. It felt nauseating to see Rae look so happy in such an outfit.

"You look amazing. You'll look so beautiful next to the other women," Rae muses, gently taking your hand and guiding you outside.

You sigh as you walk outside and see the rest of the human women with their partners wandering around as the festivities start. That's when you see your best friend making a flower crown. You sit next to her and start making a flower crown.

"So, how is it with Rae?" She asks, attaching more flowers to her crown.

"I tried hiding from him today. He found me like all the other times," You say, accepting the crown B/F/N gives you. "I know there's a way out of here. We just need to know where."

"Y/N, we've been here for a year already. It's breeding day, and at this point, they're going to fuck us. We're going to get pregnant and be stuck here forever. We might as well enjoy the festivities," B/F/N replies, finishing her flower crown.

"We can at least try."

You finish your flower crown and place it upon your head as you go with the others to the Maypole. You grab a ribbon and begin to run around with the other women. Your feet are covered in wet grass, and for once, you feel joy as you run around wrapping your ribbon around the pole. As the last of the ribbons are wrapped around the pole, your partners, pregnant women, and other fae cheer.

"You looked like you enjoyed yourself, Sundrop," Rae says, kissing your hand. "I brought some food for you. Do you want to eat it-"

"I'll eat later. I have to go to the bathroom," You say, walking away from your husband.

After walking out of the bathroom, you meet your best friend again and smile at her. You see the open woods nearby, and as the sun begins to fall, your chance for freedom begins to slip away. You grab your best friend's hand, taking off into the woods. Your feet are covered in dirt as you jump over thorns and bushes full of shiny berries. That's when you see a tree with a glowing base, and you hope that's your ticket out. The dark night covers the forest, making everything look less mystical.

"We're almost there!" B/F/N exclaims, holding your hand tighter.

You feel your body stop moving, then, you're flying backward until you hit something hard.

"I'm sorry my Sundrop influenced such bad behavior for your mate. I'll make sure to discipline her properly after we jump the bonfire," Rae says, turning to a tall, buff man with light blue hair, blue skin, and silver wings.

"Don't feel so bad. I'll be disciplining mine as well," He says, carrying your best friend away.

The two of you return to the village and line up with all the other pairs. With every couple that jumped the bonfire, they scurried off to their homes, ready to breed. As you got closer to the bonfire, the flames seemed like they were growing higher and higher as you neared the moans and mumbles of the other fae and human pairs in their nearby homes. Everything seemed to be closing in until you saw your best friend leap over the bonfire with her mate. He carries her to the noble fae housing where you live, and you see the look of utter defeat on her face. Then, it's your turn, and your heart drops as you're high in the sky as your husband holds you in his arms, the flames drying the mud on the soles of your feet.

When he lands on the ground, he flutters off to his quarters, his hands gripping your ass like there's no tomorrow. The halls are filled with moans and screams, and all you can think about is how your husband is going to discipline you. He locks the door, then places you on the bed.

"Your feet are so dirty. I don't want anything but me staining our sheets on our first breeding session," Rae says, wiping your feet with a moist washcloth.

You don't respond, and once he's done, you pull your feet away. You hear Rae sigh as he sits on the bed, then you feel him take your hands.

"Be good, and don't move while you're over my lap," Rae states, holding your back down with his forearm so your stomach is on his thighs. "I'm sorry I've been such a bad mate. If I had disciplined you more, you wouldn't have acted out tonight and dragged your dear friend into your bad behavior. Well, tonight, I'm going to fix that mistake for good."

Rae starts to knead your ass, sighing as his hands roam and grope your butt as if he's making a difficult decision. You feel a sharp sting on your left cheek, making your legs kick into the air.

"Ow!" You scream, making Rae frustrated.

"Didn't I tell you not to move? Gods, you're such a piece of work!" Rae rants, spanking you harder than before. "Don't move, or else your punishment will get worse!"

You sniffle and hold your legs as still as possible while Rae continues your punishment. He moves your negligee up a bit more, and he spanks you harder and faster.

"Do you know how embarrassing it was to lose my mate right before the bonfire? Do you know how humiliating it was to have someone else's partner tell me that you had run off with his mate into the woods? How dare you embarrass me like this! What part of there's no going back home without me do you not understand?!" Rae shouts, the intensity and speed of the spankings increasing with every word.

His hands leave you a tearful mess, sobs coming out of your mouth every couple of seconds. Eventually, he stops and you feel him lean over your back.

"I'm sorry, Sundrop, but I had to. You were out of control, and I had to punish you," Rae whispers, kissing and nibbling on your ear. "I'm almost done, so do me a favor and count for me."

Rae spanks your ass again, but this time he rubs the spot he hit almost as if to comfort you.

"One," You whimper, gripping the bed sheets.

"Good girl, you're taking it so well," Rae praises, stroking your neck and back.

Rae hits you again, and you say two.

"Three!"

Smack!

"Keep going."

Smack!

"Four!"

Smack!

"Five!"

"You're almost there, Sundrop."

Smack!

"Six!"

Smack!

"Seven!"

Smack!

"Eight!"

Smack!

"Nine!"

"One more to go, Sundrop, and you're done."

SMACK!

"T-Ten!"

"You did it. You got through your punishment," Rae says, rubbing your red ass. "All you needed was a firm but gentle hand to discipline you. Now you receive your reward."

Rae rubs your clothed pussy with fingers, enjoying the feeling of your moistness. His fingers circle your lips, occasionally pressing your clit, until he slips two fingers inside your panties, fingering you at a steady pace. You cover your mouth to prevent moans from slipping out, making Rae slap your ass again.

"Remove your hand from your mouth, or else I will tie your hands to the headboard," Rae states, fingering you faster.

"Ah-ah..yes-s, Rae," You moan, removing your hand from your mouth and placing them on the bed sheets. "Shit, I'm-"

"Good girl. Ah, I'm so happy you're finally starting to submit to me," Rae replies, taking your panties off and pulling out his cum covered fingers. "Now then, shall we get to the main event and have a successful breeding day?"

"Wait-" You exclaim, only to have your person stripped naked within seconds.

Rae strips his loose white clothing and pulls out his golden cock. Its aquamarine tip has precum flowing out, and it's twitching with anticipation. Your husband pulls open your legs and bends them until you're in a mating press. He quickly inserts himself, shivering from pure delight.

"I've saved myself for this day ever since you became mine one year ago, and now I can finally release all my seed into you," Rae moans, thrusting his dick into you. "Ha...ah...ahh...gods, your pussy is so good."

You hold your legs in the mating press position, moaning just like all the other fae and human mates in the noble hall. You don't know if it was fae magic, the magic of the holiday, or something they put into the food and drinks, but you feel like an animal in heat. You moan as Rae moves inside you, his golden skin shining with sweat.

"Faster, Rae!" You moan, feeling a coil of pleasure form in your stomach.

Rae uses his inhuman speed and thrusts his hips so fast it feels like he's rearranging your guts. His purple eyes roll into his head while his folded wings shake as he feels his orgasm nearing.

"Oh..fuck...I'm going to breed you so well-" Rae moans, his orgasm bursting through his body and causing his wings to unfold and burst open.

You feel Rae cum inside you and cum on his dick, your toes curling at the feeling.

"Oh...oh my..." Rae softly moans, spurting a year's worth of semen into you while slowly thrusting to ride out his orgasm. "You look so lovely beneath me."

Rae loudly gasps, and he falls on top of you, his wings drooping to his sides. You relax your legs and wipe a wet piece of hair from your face. Eventually, your husband comes to, his wings lightly fluttering, and puts a sweaty hand on your cheek.

"Happy Breeding Day, my Sundrop," Rae coos, pulling out of you and placing some sort of small cloth over your vaginal hole to keep his sperm from spilling out.

Rae kisses your lips, sweat rolling down both of your faces. He grabs the drinks you two got from the festival, smirking at you.

"You didn't think we were done, did you, Sundrop? Everyone breeds till we all fall silent with exhaustion. We don't care whether that's tonight or well into the next morning. So drink, and enjoy the most pleasurable hours of your life," Rae says, drinking from a cup.

You smile feeling your thighs close and rub together with anticipation of his next move. He takes another sip and kisses you, letting the drink go down your throat. Your legs wrap around his waist and the two of you become another sex-crazy couple within the village.

[mullermilkshake]

He still won't let you go.

Part 2 <- -> Part 3

Kento Nanami x Fem reader! Tags -DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Imprisonment,Held captive,Referenced domestic violence,Psychological abuse,Self preservation sex though non-con,Breeding,Trying for a baby,Gojo is just there,You don't trust anyone

“That is it.” Kento dragged you back up to his apartment kicking and screaming. 

You only just narrowly avoided your head on the door frame when he threw you inside the apartment. No one had even bothered to emerge from their apartments to even see what the commotion was about, not even the woman in six-o-two.

“I have had it with your attitude and it is now something I cannot stand. I thought we were making progress but you have left me with no choice.” He hadn’t wiped away the blood splatter from his face dripping down the back of his shirt covering it in red. 

“Just let me go. This is fucked, you need help. I have a life and you aren’t a part of it!” This all probably sounded like a domestic, no one came though, no one knocked to see if you needed help.

Silence. His back faced you, the door lock click was muffled. Kento didn’t move from that spot. You glanced around the room for anything to defend yourself with, broken shards of the lamp still as they were, close to cutting your knees.

Nothing. Nothing of substance that could get in some damage to slow that tank of a man down in order for you to get to the lobby and call the authorities. Though right now, his silent stance was even more frightening than if he was to shout in your face and throw you around or hold that knife to you.

You still couldn’t see his face and his body language didn’t give away anything for you to gauge what he was thinking. It made him all the more dangerous.

“I told you how I felt, so why can you not accept it? This is how it is now and you aren’t making anything easier by hurting me. That lamp…” He turned slowly and leant against the hallway wall by the picture frame. “It hurt me. And it might hurt you if you aren’t too careful, you'll cut your knees.”

A few steps and he was in front of you, crouched down. “This can be a good thing for the both of us, but it can get difficult if you continue to fight me every step of the way.”

If you pushed him now with every ounce of your might and strength, maybe, just maybe you could get to the door quick enough to unlock it and try again. Your throbbing scalp was a reminder of what would happen if you got caught again, he was on high alert enough as it was. 

It was indicative of the fact he took your wrists in either hand and squeezed a little, not enough to hurt, more of a warning. “Even now, you can’t even bear to look at me even after all I've done for you, all you think about is leaving me. I can give you everything, anything that most people would jump at the opportunity to have. A loving partner who worships the very ground they walk on. But you just turn your nose at it.” 

He’s going to snap at any moment, I just know it.  

You could see it, hands pulled away and his own wrapped around your throat until your legs stopped kicking, and those frantic arms would thrash and claw at his face until they went limp. No air left in those burning lungs until that shine left your eyes. 

He didn't. Kento placed your wrists in one hand and brought the other up to your face. “I told you I love you, Darling. Why is it so hard for you to understand that there is no one on this earth that will ever love you as much as I do? You make me a better person.”

If he was a better person with you present, you would really hate to see him without you. Like he was some axe wielding maniac who destroyed everything he touched and morphed into a deranged puppy dog whenever he saw you just to make you humanise him.

Yeah, that was utter bullshit.

“I’ll admit my mistakes and apologise for how aggressive I may have been out in the hallway. But had you not attacked me, maybe we could have talked about it like adults.”

Like adults. Speaking to you like a child and he lifted your chin to face him, like you wouldn’t speak unless spoken to. “Now, let’s finish this.”

“...Alright.” Some called it Stockholm syndrome or sympathising with your captor. 

You called it playing the long game, because as soon as he trusted you enough to leave the apartment, you were gone.

And you’d make sure this time he would never find you.

-----

“Can you pass the salt, Darling?”

Ten months. Fifteen days and nineteen hours.

Kento Nanami didn’t let you go.

You guess you were just desensitised, numb to this dire situation, trying your damnedest to play the part of loving partner until you were certain you could leave. Sometimes you actually started to believe it, a fleeting thought that you shook away to remind you of all the damage the bastard had done to you.

Anyone who knew you must have assumed you were dead.

“Here you go.”

You picked up the salt and handed from one end of the table and next to Kento who was to the left of you. It was hard not to struggle to push past the intrusive thoughts like overhanging branches, holding back the urge to launch it at his head, or shove it down his throat and laugh whilst his friend watched on in horror. 

Satoru Gojo started coming by the apartment for the last few months now, coming once or twice a week for dinner and talking of business and boring stuff you never took time to listen to. 

It was a test. A test to see whether you had learned your lesson or would jump at the opportunity to get away and tell Gojo everything. You didn’t dare make a move, but it wasn’t because you assumed Kento would catch you in the act of escape using a man you didn’t know. It was because you assumed Gojo was in on the whole thing and would sell you out.

He must have been. No one could have enough to talk about the same subject for two hours over dinner each time. And most of it, Gojo didn’t really acknowledge you. 

You kept quiet most of the time, it could be that. There was a fine line between overdoing it and appearing like you were there against your will and it took time, but you pretty much had it down by now.

Starting down at your plate, you forced yourself to eat something. Dinners like this never gave you an appetite, just sitting more or less in silence with Kento’s hand plastered on your thigh the entire time. 

Gojo put his cutlery down and turned his head towards you. This dinner was different. “So, enough boring stuff tonight, we're about to close this deal and I think the countless over time we’ve gotten has given us enough work talk. Let’s hear more about you, do you work?”

Like Kento would even allow that. He didn’t even let you speak when Gojo addressed you, in fact he placed his hand over your thigh. “She doesn’t. But we were thinking of starting a family soon, weren’t we, Darling?”

Hiding your spluttering in your glass was difficult, though Gojo didn’t seem to notice. Kento’s fingers dug in, squeezed just enough to give you a cue, just like all the other times you were expected to agree with him.

“Yeah…” What the fuck. “Soon.”

Gojo smiled, grinned more like. “Wow, that’s awesome. I never expected the two of you goin’ for that step just yet, you've been together, what, a year?”

“The time is right. You’ll know when your time is when you stop being a bachelor.” His response wasn’t a dig like it sounded. It was more just a defensive comment, a way to tell Gojo to back off without actually telling him.

Holding his hands up, Gojo chuckled. “Woah, there’s nothin’ wrong with not settling down. Why stay with one person? That calls for commitment.”

Kento got increasingly defensive and jealous if Gojo was even in close proximity to you. But now he was actually acknowledging you, it wasn’t clear how this was going to go. One thing you knew was true was that there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would ever have children with this maniac.

You were going to be out of this place before there was even a chance.

“When will you ever grow up?”

“Eh… Maybe in like twenty years and I go through my midlife crisis.” Gojo looked at you once more with a smile sweeter than honey. “Is he always this grumpy? Maybe you’re going through a midlife crisis already, Nanami.”

He was grumpy and far too serious. Knowing that was all on the surface and the chance that Gojo would not have encountered the side of Kento you saw every day twisted large knots and lumps in your stomach.

Again, Kento cut you off before you managed to get a word out. “I think it’s important to know what you want in life, cruising won’t get you anywhere.”

His hand moved and pulled the material of your dress up to expose the skin of your thigh, the pad of his thumb caressing there absentmindedly. So close, you could take the knife from the table and stab it straight through his hand, or his wrist enough to draw blood and distract him to get away.

But then how would you deal with Gojo?

“Goals are important.” You said, placing your cutlery down and being acutely aware of Gojo’s lingering stare.

Remain calm. Get involved. 

“They are.” Kento’s hand relaxed. “I also think that dessert is important too. I won’t be a moment.”

He cleared the table and took the plates away and all you wanted to do was breathe into a paper bag. Kento never got dessert.

You did.

“Hey.” Gojo's voice was only a whisper, waving his hand a little to get your attention. “Are you alright?” 

It was a test. This was a test to see if you really had accepted the life Kento gave you. You wanted to be honest and ask for his help though how could you? This life made you distrust anyone that came to you. The old woman in the lobby, a delivery guy who noticed you from the doorway in the corner of the living room, and everyone who didn’t try to find you.

“Yep.” Nodding helped convince yourself.

“He isn’t mistreating you, right?” Fuck it really was a trap.

“No. I love him.” You forced the bile in your throat to stay as it was.

He didn’t seem convinced and fiddled with his napkin, making a glance towards the kitchen every so often. “If you need anything. You can trust me.” 

Yeah right. You couldn’t trust him as far as you could throw him.

“I’m fine.”

You thought about that interaction the entire duration until Gojo was leaving. He made little discreet glances towards you as he ate his dessert, talking away and entertaining Kento like nothing had happened. Part of you wished you had told him the truth, taking a leap of faith just in case he was trusting, the other part criticised you for even thinking that. If Kento caught wind of it, you would have no luck getting out. 

Next time you left, Kento wouldn’t be so forgiving if he caught you.

“Gojo sure seemed friendly with you tonight.” The door hadn’t even fully closed after his friend left for the night. 

Fiddling with the little belt of your dress settled your nerves for just a second. “I think he was just being polite.”

Kento didn’t look at you right away, but turned and moved past you through the apartment. “Come to bed.”

The dishes were piled up in the sink, cleaning the dishes on your own was the only time you got to yourself really if Kento was in the apartment. “The dishes-”

“I said come to bed.”

Like a mouse you were, trudging behind him and following to the bedroom. Perhaps that cable hanging out the outlet was enough to hook over his head and choke him to the point of passing out? It would take a while and you were hardly in shape to even try and take him on, but you were getting desperate.

Kento got on the bed and leant his back against the headboard, he tapped his lap and invited you over. Maybe I could try something like how I used the lamp again?  

Fat chance. That day, the one you almost escaped, he took every lamp, picture frame and heavy ornament that wasn’t nailed down and threw it all out. Like you had stated before, he was an intelligent man and learned incredibly fast, so fast you couldn’t keep up.

He seemed to enjoy it when you straddled him and sat there over his legs so he could see you, study you like a portrait in an art gallery. Sometimes he would sit and look at you for what seemed a lifetime while you twiddled your fingers and looked anywhere but his direction.

He might have been thinking of all the ways he loved you. You only thought about ways you’d hurt him, end him for good so he could only plague your nightmares.

Kento was studying you right now with his hand on your thigh just like before. “Maybe we should start a family right now. I don’t think we should wait-”

“N-no.” Your facade slipped for a second and his expression changed. Angry. “I mean… we’re in a one bedroom apartment.”

It took you off guard completely, never anticipating that it could be a sentence slipping his lips tonight. He really was deranged and how he never saw that you were less than honest with your responses eluded you.

“And?” He spoke so sure like it was already decided. 

Quick, think of anything and don’t fuck it up.  

“There’s no room for a baby, we should look for somewhere with an extra room, right?” You couldn’t have a child with this man, even if you got away, he would be tied to you for years. 

“You do want a child with me, don’t you?” Would he now see through your lie enough to undo all of the trust you had built with him?

“Yes. I do, yes. But everything has to be right, we need more room.”

He nodded, it worked? Holy fuck . “Let’s try anyway, it could take a while and we have plenty of time to find a house or bigger apartment, I could buy it outright, actually.”

Wait, what? There was nothing you could say, nothing that could diffuse it without getting him getting suspicious of your loyalty to him. You already sensed his hands moving your dress and there was already his growing hardness between your legs.

“You agree, finally. I’ve wanted to bring this up for a while but I was sure you’d say no. You really have settled in, haven’t you?”

So you gained his trust enough and he believed your lies, but at what cost? This wasn’t a win at all, another dead end that you couldn’t dig yourself out of without undoing all the hard work you did.

Change of plans, there wasn’t time anymore to plan and wait, you’d need to find an opening soon to get out for good before this shit show went any further. 

Kento pulled at your dress and got it over your head to which you weren’t wearing anything underneath. So naturally, you pulled your arms back to cover yourself. He held them fast, gripping at the wrists, not entirely hard enough to hurt, but it stung all the same. 

“You’re beautiful, Darling. Don’t hide yourself.”

Holding your arms he pulled you close and sucked your nipple, licking in ways that should have felt good, but being desensitised and numb took that all away from you. You remembered to make some noises and avoided overdoing it, no one that hated someone's guts would get that much enjoyment.

“Good girl.”

You played the part and moved your hips over his cock and it garnered a rough inhale from him. Full on ass rubbing him slowly, sensually like you actually cared about him. Since your first time despite his big talk before that, Kento had always gone slow as though he was afraid to break you like you were made of glass.

Something changed enough to throw you off guard, an almost animalistic nature that Kento had not displayed in the bedroom before. He was rough and firm, almost rushing to pull his belt loose and get the zip down to pull his hardened erection out.

“Let’s start the rest of our lives together… and then I’ll know.” He spat on his hand and rubbed the length of his cock.

“Know what- fuck” He pressed himself inside you, slowly at first so you could adjust. It still stung.

“Then I’ll know you haven’t been lying to me this whole time.” This was the test? There was no way you could back out now.

And it went on like that, most nights. Kento fucking you senseless until he was satisfied, filling you up a few times with the stamina of a horse. If you were lucky, you’d finish quickly enough to get it all out of the way to finish the night, but even then he didn’t leave you alone, he cuddled you until he fell asleep.

You often stayed up thinking about ways to get out, to hurt him just like you always did one thousand times in the day, and you didn’t dare to move a muscle because it would wake him up.

It always woke him up.

Maybe you’d get lucky and he’d die in his sleep. If only.

Weeks went past and finally you managed Kento to allow you out to look for somewhere bigger to live. Instead of trying to stop it, you figured if you appeared eager, there might have been some leeway. And you were right on the money.

The first time you left the apartment in months, almost a year and Kento was still sceptical. You noticed a mile away so many gaps to leave the first time, fighting the urge to take the bait, a wide open door or Kento would simply leave the room.

So fucking hard not to scream at the realtor that you were kidnapped and this horrifying man who claimed to be your husband was mad, insane and deranged with his fucked up ideals on love.

But you didn’t. You bided your time, though anxious due to the time limit you had. It was agony until one day you had your chance. An apartment on the main street of the city you pushed for, claiming it was ideal and close to schools for this imaginary baby. You wanted to vomit.

Kento was distracted. In the next room talking away to the realtor, but on this day, there was another one. A team of two because the other couple coming to view the apartment didn’t show.

“The open planned kitchen is very in right now.” They waffled on and all you could do was dart your eyes back and forth to the other room, the pit of your stomach flipping with growing adrenaline.

With your heart thumping in your throat, it was time. “If you don’t mind, I left something in the car, I’m going to head down quickly. If my husband asks where I am, just tell him I won’t be long.”

She nodded and continued her walk around the kitchen with a clipboard behind her back in her hands. You practically ran to the door and opened it faster than you should have, but took a moment to leave it ajar without a noise.

 One step, two steps, then you ran, sprinting down the hall to the elevator with an overwhelming sense of Déjà vu only this time the elevator doors opened immediately. You back hit the wall flush and whilst the doors closed, your eyes trained on that apartment door.

He’s coming out, he will and he’ll lock me up. He’s going to know. 

He didn’t emerge, there was no movement at all by that door, not even a dramatic scene where the last thing you saw was him running towards you. Nothing. You wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but you just couldn’t.

Kento Nanami was an intelligent man and he would figure it out eventually. If not already.

You weren’t sure where you would go with no money or phone, but anywhere was better than here. The elevator doors opened and you held a breath just waiting for him to be there and he wasn’t. 

Run. Fucking run. 

Out of the lobby and into the apartment complex car park, past Kento’s car and out back into the world. The plan. That was the plan. You made sure to look behind you every so often, you would see him before he saw you and then you could hide.

“Woah, easy there.” You weren’t looking and bumped into someone.

“G-gojo…” Another fucking test. It was a test, a stupid test.

Another fucking test! You were right not to trust Gojo. Before you could pull away he took you by the shoulders. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“What are you doing here; let me go I need to leave-”

“What happened?” His voice dropped, more commanding than you had ever heard.

“No let me go- let me go I can’t go back there; please don’t do this! What are you even doing here; he told you to come didn’t he?!” He was built like a bulldozer, no matter how much you fought he didn’t move.

“Woah, woah listen to me. He asked me here because we were going out for dinner after.” It didn’t calm you, but you listened. Stupidly. “What happened- I was right… wasn’t I?”

He had a look of concern, not something like he was in on it, but that still didn’t mean you were going to trust him. “He took me, he took me away from everyone. I'm not his girlfriend and I just want to get home. He’s crazy!”

“Shh. Stop shouting or you’ll draw attention.” And under his breath he muttered. “I fucking knew something was up with him… Not again.” 

Not… again? Who else had he done this to?

“Here, take my keys and get in the car. Lock the doors. I’ll sort this out.” As stated he handed you the keys and made his way towards the apartment complex without another word.

You contemplated running, taking his keys so he couldn’t follow you. Deciding against that, you climbed in the car and locked the doors, Kento certainly wouldn’t be able to get to you now and Gojo was without a car.

The downside was you couldn’t drive. And stealing a car would land you in jail… Jail was an option, Kento certainly couldn’t get you there. You shoved the car keys in your hand and let the keys poke out between your fingers while they shook in anticipation.

Gojo being on your side didn’t sit right.

Kento will come out at any moment. Gojo will be too with a smile on his face because it's all a ruse, a joke. They’ll take me back to that stupid apartment and never let me out. 

But that didn’t happen either, Kento hadn’t even come out of the complex after Gojo went in. In fact the only thing that changed in that parking lot in what was a lifetime to you was blue flashing lights.

A knock on the glass that made you yelp.

“Can you open up?” Gojo, looking worse for wear and a bloodied lip.

You didn’t want to, you didn’t. “No… no because you’ll send me back I know it!”

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Look…” You followed his hand, pointing away from him. "He can't hurt you anymore; he can't hurt anyone."

Kento came out, in handcuffs. Escorted by three police officers.

“Just… open the door, alright? The police, they’ll want a statement.” 

Nothing could happen if the police were just there and Gojo did look concerned. They must have fought up there in the apartment, and the realtors probably witnessed everything.

Were you safe now? You opened the door and Gojo held out a hand to help you up and you took it. Kento didn’t notice you, his head was down and he, from what you could see, looked even worse than Gojo.

“I won’t hurt you. Please don’t think I’m not on your side.”

So that was it? It was all over just like that and it didn’t seem like the win you thought it was. You weren’t going to be free of him completely, not for a while although Kento couldn’t be anywhere near you in a locked up cell.

That was good enough for now.

Kento Nanami couldn’t keep you anymore. But he'd still always be sitting in the back of your mind.

He was a demon in living form.

Tag - @yourhornysister

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[preciosapascal]

Never Again

Summary: Javi fucks you in the copy room at work. i kinda hate this but it's posted now so. Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Words count: 2k Tags: 18+ smut, that's literally it, PWP, it’s short but y’knowww, A/N: thank you so much for all the love on my previous stories! you can see my masterlist here or it's pinned at the top of my page <3333 as always feedback and reposts are highly appreciated

Javier was sat at his desk that was annoyingly placed directly in front of Steve's, with a cigarette perched between his lips and a ridiculous amount of paperwork in front of him. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Y'good, Jav?" Murphy asks, lighting his own cigarette and sitting in his chair.

Javi hums, glancing up at Steve as he continues thumbing though papers. "Mm. Same shit, different day."

"You're tellin' me." Steve mutters, leaning back in his chair. Steve’s gaze shifts suddenly. "Morning." he greets nodding his head towards someone coming from behind Javi.

Javi raises his head and looks in the same direction, spotting you walking by, a folder in your arms, "Morning Murphy, Peña." you greet them both, smiling. Steve's attention shifts back to his paperwork but Javi's eyes were on you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hey-" He calls after you. Steve already knew he must have a stupid risqué comment to throw your way and rolls his eyes. You smile to yourself before turning to face him, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Javier?"

"Off to do something exciting, sweetheart?" he asks, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and shamelessly checking you out. He takes another drag then pinches the cigarette from his lips and places it in the ashtray.

"Sure. If going to the stuffy, tiny ass copy room is your idea of exciting then I'm in for a real treat." you reply, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

Javi tilts his head, the smirk still evident on his lips as a train of cigarette smoke flows from his nostrils, swirling up into the air above. "You'd be surprised what can happen in a copy room."

Steve shakes his head and mutters a comment, something about comparing Javi to a horny teenage boy. You can’t help but smirk at Steve's comment. He’s not wrong.

“I can imagine." you reply, and with that, you turn around and continue on towards the copy room.

Javi's dick twitches in his jeans when he watches you walk away. That fucking split in the back of your pencil skirt making his imagination run wild. He watches until you’re almost out of sight before standing up and tapping Steve’s desk, eyes still fixed on the direction you walked in. “Cover for me.”

“Why? Where you goin'?” Steve asks, momentarily looking up from his work and Javi just taps the side of his nose, before striding to the copy room.

You make it the copy room door, turning the knob and stepping in. The room is tiny, literally only big enough for a copy machine and a chair. As you approach the machine and turn it on, Javi's voice rings out from behind you.

"Needs two people in here to make it exciting." he comments, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

You glance up at him for a second and then fiddle with the settings on the machine, putting them to what you need. "That right?"

He chuckles at your bluntness and steps inside the room, closes the copy room door and locks it. He turns, his gaze once again fixed on the split in your skirt, and he moves to snake his arms around your waist, pressing forward until your back is pressed flush against his chest. “Why so cold, hm?”

You tut as his knuckle brushes over the machine and changes a setting so you swat him lightly, making him let out an amused huff of warm air from his nose, right against your ear.

You attempt to ignore the fact that his familiar cologne invades your nostrils and sends your mind reeling. "I told you never again, Javi." you say, putting the setting back, yet you make no effort whatsoever to move or stop him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He murmurs, but there’s no hint of him giving up either. His lips find their familiar spot, at the underside of your jaw, and he places a soft kiss there. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you.

You tilt your head, silently allowing him to continue as you grab a sheet of paper from one of the folders and set it down on the copy glass.

Javi smirks against the sweet smelling skin of your neck when you do that, taking the opportunity to trail kisses down the side and have his hands wander over you.

It frustrates you just how easy it is for the two of you to fall straight back into this. You told yourself - and Javi, never again so many times. It never took much for Javier to coax you into a situation like this, because against your better judgement, you wanted him and dammit he wanted you.

The familiar tension and chemistry between you both has always been undeniable and despite the fact that you have both said “never again" to each other multiple times, it seems to keep happening.

The moment his hands reach down and grasp your thighs, you know you're done for. You turn in his grasp and look up at him. "You have fifteen minutes until that copier stops and I leave this room."

He chuckles at that, pulling away to watch as you press the button to start the machine. Then he gently pushes you so you're leaning forward against it.

“Then I better make these the best fifteen minutes of your life, hm?” He rasps, pulling the hem of your pencil skirt up to expose your bottom half to him.

One hand moves to lightly tap your legs, a silent command to spread them. “Gonna be a good girl and let me do my thing now?” he teases, warm breath tickling your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh, the damp patch growing in your panties with each word. "Mhm."

Javi chuckles as he watches you give in to him as always, your breath hitching as his hand moves down to the damp patch in your panties and he lets out a low hum of approval.

"Never again, huh?" he murmurs, voice rough with lust and a hint of teasing as his fingers run through the wet patch gently.

You can't help but whimper as his touch sends a shiver down your spine, arching your back against him. "Shut up." you grumble, trying to maintain some form of composure, but it's crumbling fast.

Javi begins to unbuckle his belt with a smirk on his face and when it's undone, he runs his hands over he curve of your ass appreciatively. You look at the machine before looking over your shoulder at him and meeting his gaze.

"Might wanna get a move on Peña. Got ten minutes left."

He smirks as he glances back down at your ass then pulls your panties down to your knees, then pulls his jeans down and frees himself just enough. He runs his fingers teasingly through your slit, making your back arch as his other hand pumps himself lazily for a moment.

"Already soaked." he comments, pushing a finger inside and making you gasp. He chuckles softly before removing his finger and pressing his tip at your entrance.

With a swift, thrust of his hips, Javi bottoms out and grabs your hips, setting a quick pace to make the most of the time you have left.

A moan escapes you as his cock repeatedly hits the right spot inside of you over and over again, reminding you why you give in every time. No one fucks you this good, no one ever has and probably never will. He knows you. He knows your body probably better than you do.

"Fuck, Javi..." you whimper when he lifts one of your legs slightly, somehow hitting deeper than before. He's mesmerized by your ass bouncing as your bodies meet.

He leans forward over your back slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he pants softly with each thrust. "What was that about never fucking again? Hmm?” he growls softly, pistoning his hips into yours.

“Fuck…just shut up…y’got seven minutes left to make me come.”

He takes that as a challenge and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up to lay your back against his chest as he continues pouding into you relentlessly. His hands roam to squeeze your bouncing tits through your blouse, making you bite your lip to mask the noises you desperately need to make and clench around him.

His fingers pinch and tug gently at your now hard nipples through the fabric, sending shockwaves straight to your cunt. He can feel your inner walls tightening around his length, threatening to pull him over the edge.

Javi's hips stutter, his grip on your tits tightening as his forehead rests on your shoulder. He's breathing heavily, his control slipping as you continue to clench around him. "Fuck...fuck...fuck." He growls softly, his voice strained.

You’re teetering on the edge, just needing one last little push and he can tell. One of his hands slide from your chest down to your pussy, rubbing firm circles against your clit.

“Come on, baby.” he rasps, voice low and urgent. The riskiness of it all has you both already almost there, the sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. In the back of your mind you’re worried the echos will each outside the room but you’re too far gone to care.

He can feel your body tensing, your breath hitching as he hits that perfect spot over and over. The machine beeps, signally there’s only a couple of minutes left. He knows you're close, so he increases the pressure on your clit. "That's it hermosa, come on.” he groans, his voice strained still.

“Shit- oh…I’m-” you begin, yet you’re cut off by your own moan and Javi’s free hand quickly clamps over your mouth as he whispers encouraging words into your ear as your tight spasming walls milk his own release from him. Hot ropes of come fill you as Javi grunts quietly into your neck.

“Jesus.” you whisper as both of your breathing returns to normal with Javi srill buried side you.

He chuckles softly against your skin, his arms still wrapped around you. "Mhm. Jesus indeed."

He pulls out slowly, and you teasingly tense around him causing him to hiss at the sensitivity, making you laugh quietly.

He quickly tucks himself back into his pants, buttoning up just as the copier beeps, signaling that the time is up. "See that? Right on time." He smirks, giving your ass a light slap before stepping back.

You pull your skirt back down over your legs and when you reach down to grab your panties, Javi swipes them first and dangles them from one finger in front of you. When you go to take them, he moves them out of reach with a playful glint in his eye.

“These are mine now.” he says, stuffing them into his pocket with a playful wink.

“You’re disgusting.” you retort, though there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at your lips.

He chuckles, buckling his belt back up. “And you love every second of it.”

He leans back against the copier, crossing his arms with a smug grin. “Now every time you use the copy machine, you'll remember getting fucked stupid by me." he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Oh my god, get out.” you say, tapping his leg to get him to move so you can collect the papers.

He leans over and kisses your cheek before slipping out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts and his come slowly dripping down your thighs.

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No contact ♡ sae itoshi

Sae breaks no contact and blames you for it. ♡ Smut mdni, hair pulling, manipulation, drinking

You were supposed to be outside right now. Outside being the club. The only reason you weren’t was because of a text from a certain somebody. Somebody you were trying to move on from. 

Sae itoshi. Your ex-boyfriend. 

He had the nerve to text you after he broke your heart 4 months ago and told you never to text him again. And so you did. 

You were too much of a distraction, or so he said. His career would always be the top priority, not you. That was the last thing he said before he walked away. 

The day after, he messaged you with a text that read, ‘Don't message me again. Lose my number’. 

And well, ever since that day, you haven’t seen him, talked to him, or texted him. Just like he wanted. 

So why the fuck was there a message from him at 8:55 PM.

Sae: Hi

The notification itself had you frozen. After 4 fucking months he decides to break no contact. 

You scoff, ignoring the message. You kick your heels off, picking up your phone and dropping a text in the gc that you won’t be coming tonight, last minute plan change. The girls are asking why and what happened but you ignore them. Walking into the kitchen, still dressed up in a mini bodycon dress and a full face of makeup. 

You were so excited for tonight, all dolled up and ready but who knew a single text could kill the entire mood? 

You grabbed a fresh bottle of wine. Uncapping it and pouring yourself a large glass. 

You downed half the glass when another text appeared on your phone.

Sae: I know you can see this.  Sae: you’re ignoring me on purpose  Sae: if i were you, i’d answer right now or who knows what might happen. 

You rolled your eyes, giggling at his empty threats. You were somewhat tipsy now, your face a little flushed and your body half limp on the couch. 

You finished the rest of the glass and poured yourself another. Your eyelids felt heavy until the sound of the doorbell pulled you out of your trance. 

Setting the glass down, you stumbled over to the front door, almost tripping over your heels that were thrown down the hallway. 

You opened the door not even bothering to look through the peephole. 

“Sae?” you mumbled, your eyes half closed. 

“Wow, you’re wasted as fuck” he stepped inside, making you take one back. 

“I… never s-said you could... Enter” your words coming out slurred. He smirked, closing the door behind him, each step he took towards you was another step you took back. 

“And when have I listened to what you have to say? Hm?”

He asked, his fingers coming in contact with your chest and pushing you back until your back softly hit a wall. 

You gasped trying to move away but it was no use. 

“I told you to answer, didn't i? Now look where we’re at” he sighed, he ran his hand over your hair. Taking a handful of it and examining it. 

You nodded, looking down at the ground. He pulled your head back, fisting your hair right at the roots. You shrieked, wrapping your hands around his, your eyes burning. 

“SAE!” you yelled at him, trying to pry his hand away from your hair. 

“You know i hate it when you look away from me,” he said, loosening his grip and grabbing your chin between his index and thumb.

“Tell me. Who are you so dressed up for?” 

“No one” you muttered looking away

“Why’re you so drunk?” 

“Because i’m an adult who can legally drink whenever she wants” You glared at him, while he seemed amused. 

“Why are you here?” you asked him, this time. 

“What’d you want? Weren’t you the one who never wanted to see me again?”

“Baby, that’s the past. Don’t linger on the past. Focus on the present” he said, leaning down to kiss the side of your lips. He wrapped his large hands around the back of your thighs, lifting you and walking towards your bedroom. 

“Fuck!? Sae!! Put me down, asshole!” you yelled, pulling his styled hair, hitting his back, whatever you could. Your legs were wrapped around his torso. His hands under your ass. 

You felt a sudden slap on your ass, making you go silent. You stared at nothing in shock. It was as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on your head.

“Did you just.. Spank me?” 

“Yes and I can do more, so don’t test me” 

He said, dropping you down on the bed. You groaned, sitting up on your elbows. 

He pulled his shirt off over his head. Crawling on top of the bed. His torso in between your thighs and his hands on either side of your waist. 

“Stop thinking. Let me take care of you for tonight, okay?” he whispered against your ear, giving a false sense of trust. 

“I’m drunk..” you said, having nothing left in you to argue with him. 

“Then blame me, baby”

He kissed down your neck, pushing you back down onto the bed. 

“We shouldn’t, sae” 

“Says who?” you really didn’t wanna hook up with your ex. You knew he was manipulating you into thinking it’s okay but it fucking isn’t. He can’t just barge in and say that whatever happened between you and him is in the past and just fuck you. That's not right! 

Your lips quivered, placing your hands on his shoulder as he pulled down your dress. The cold air hitting your nipples was enough to have them going hard. He leaned down, gently blowing on them just to hear you whimper. 

You shut your eyes tightly. Your pussy throbbed, not having enough friction to make you feel good. 

Only the rough fabric of Sae’s jeans rubbed against your damp panties. His bulging boner not doing much with the thick fabric in between. 

“You’ve gotten more sensitive.” he breathed, taking the whole of your tit in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth. 

His hand made his way between his pants, pulling his cock out and rubbing it over your panties. 

Your sweet voice and soft moans only got him harder. It wasn’t fair that he got to touch himself while you were trembling and crying beneath him. 

His other hand cupped your tit, while circling the one that was in his mouth with his tongue. 

He pulled away with a pop. staring down at the lewd expression you were making. 

“You’re making a mess” You shook your head ‘no’, getting a chuckle from sae who pushed your thighs up to your chest. Swallowing hard at the sight of panties drenched in his precum. The light-coloured cloth going transparent. 

He rubbed his fingers over it, moving them to the side. He fisted his cock and lined it up to your entrance. 

“Sae..” you breathed, your voice coming out shaky. 

He nodded, pushing past your puffy lips. Groaning as your walls swallowed him and clenched around his cock. 

“So fucking.. Tight” 

He leaned in, licking your lips. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair. 

Once you adjusted, he pulled back, slamming back into you. You screamed his name. The neighbors could definitely hear you. He moved at an animalistic pace, like he hasn’t fucked in years.

He kissed down your jaw, leaving dark red hickies all over your neck and chest. 

Your nails scratching down his back and tugging at his hair. He wasn’t showing signs of slowing down. 

Both his hands held down your thighs, keeping them pressed against your chest. 

A thick ring of white formed around his cock. The sound of his cock thrusting inside of you mixed with your screams and his quiet moans of your name followed by cuss words. 

“Fuck. yn” 

He groaned as you clenched around him. Your gummy walls pull his cock in more with each thrust. 

“Close..! Sae, m’ close!” you cried out, pulling him in closer. 

He mumbled something about him being close as well. 

His cock plunged deep inside of you a couple more times before you were cumming around his cock with his name on your tongue. Along with Sae who filled your little pussy up with his warm cum. Staying inside of you so nothing spills out. 

He fell on top, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You sighed, still throbbing around him. 

“I fucking forgot how good your cunt was. How could i stay away for 4 whole months?” he asked but wasn’t expecting a response. You could feel his smile on your skin.

“I hate you, sae” 

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t have milked my cock dry”

A/n: this got kinda long. sorry, lol. wc: 1.4k

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 @fanficocean Coffee Shop: The barista is cupid and makes people fall in love because they’re bored. @alphabetquest Prompt: Coffee Shop @fandom-free-bingo Square: Accidental hand touching

Inspired By @zepskies - Coffee Order Headcanons

Pairing: Ben aka Soldier Box -x- Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff (ish), Ben being Ben.

Ratings: Mature

Summary: What the heck happened at that coffee shop?

Word Count: 1,380

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“You know, you didn’t have to come,” you snapped, interrupting Ben’s insufferable bitching.

His head turned to you as you pushed the gearshift into park, giving you that smartass smirk. “And miss you in your element?” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “I think not sweetheart.” The smirk returned after he blew the smoke in your direction.

You let out a hearty sigh. “Let’s just get this over with,” you said, reaching for the door handle. “And don’t think I’m gonna wait around for you to finish that damn thing.”

“Oh, I know your ass ain’t that nice.” He winked, walking fast to catch up to you as he flicked the bad habit out of his fingers.

You pointed your finger at him, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Pot,” you began, then pointed back at yourself, “kettle.”

He smirked, opening the door for you. “After you,” he mocked as he gestured you inside, making you scoff a laugh. “Hello Ladies.” You glanced over your shoulder as you heard his voice in time to see him wink at the two older women walking through.

“Such a gentleman,” you heard one of them whisper, and you pursed you lips together holding back a laugh.

“See, I can be nice,” Ben teased, returning to your side.

You chuckled when you noticed him checking one of the women out. “Yea, when you wanna get your dick wet.”

“Still counts,” he said as you stepped into the back of the line, which wasn’t far from the door. “I can’t believe people actually like this shit this much.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned your whole body towards him. “Says the guy that said he wanted coffee…”

“Yes coffee, not this vanilla bean latte and fruit pink drink bullshit,” he gestured to the menu hanging above the counter. You exhaled through you lips, making them vibrate as his ranting started again. “And what the fuck is oat milk?”

“It’s a milk alternative, Ben.”

“Back in my day, there was no such thing, and we sure as hell didn't put it in our fucking coffee.

“Are you done?”

“I’m just sayin’,” he followed you as the line moved. “What the hell do you need a milk alternative for anyway?” he asked in a mocking tone.

“Because, some people are lactose intolerant…”

He scoffed a loud laugh. “But it’s fucking milk.”

You gave the elderly woman a smile with warm cheeks as she turned around, her eyebrows knitted at Ben.

“Ben, you're out in public. Could you at least pretend to be civilized?”

“Ya know who’s lactose intolerant?” he disputed and your fingertips rubbed circles on your temples. You were pretty sure his answer would not be socially acceptable. “Fucking pussies,” he exclaimed, proving you right. “Pussies are lactose intolerant.”

“Benjamin, you can’t say shit like that,” you hissed when one of the men in front of you cleared his throat.

Ben’s eyes narrowed at you. He hated you calling him Benjamin almost as much as you hated him calling you sweetheart. “Free country sweetheart,” he countered with a smirk

“Yes, but we have been over this - you have to respectful to others.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Would it matter if I said no?” you quipped moving up again.

He lowered his voice. “How the fuck do you get milk out of an almond?”

“So, let me guess… plain ol’ boring black coffee for you?” you snickered trying to change the subject.

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” He smiled at you. "What are you getting?"

"Ha, you think I'm gonna give you ammo to make fun of me now?" You shook you head. "Nuh uh."

He leaned toward you with a grin. "Pussy," he whispered in you ear, making you snort. You cleared your throat as you moved up in line again. "Come on tell me." You sighed. "I promise I wouldn't make fun of you. Cross my heart," he added in a mocking tone.

"Pretty easy to swear on your life when you can't die."

"You have a point." He looked as the menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he pondered. "Lemme guess, that caramel ribbon thing?"

"Frappe."

"Yeah, whatever the fuck that is."

You chuckled. "Wrong."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin as he read the menu again, and you bit back a smile. "What's a dragon drink? that sounds pretty badass."

"It's the mango dragon fruit refresher with coconut milk," you laughed as you looked over at him giving you a blank stare.

"It's actually pretty tasty, you should try it," the man behind you spoke up.

Ben's brows furrowed as he turned around, "Yeah, and you should try gargling my-"

"Benjamin!"

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Thank you for your suggestion." The man nodded as Ben turned back around.

"Good boy," you teased.

Ben let out a belly laugh, making everyone's head turn. The barista working the register caught your attention. Her eyes lingered on him and then shifted to you as she gave you a dampened smile.

"Are you gonna tell me or not?" he asked, stepping forward.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'm getting a salted caramel cream cold brew."

Ben raised his eyebrows as his lips puckered out. "Aw, what you don't like nut milk?" he chuckled as your cheeks turned red from his deliberate phrasing.

You shook your head "I'm not touching that."

"Huh, that's the first time I've heard that." He chuckled again as your cheeks got warmer. "So, what is cold brew?"

"It's coffee that is brewed at room temperature, bolder taste, less acidity, more caffeine. They serve it over ice, you can always get nitro cold brew." You giggled as Ben sighed, lifting his head with his eyes shut.

"Hi, how are you guys today?" the barista greeted as you stepped up to the counter.

"Good, how are you?"

"I'm great," The barista replied in a giddy manner. "So what can I get for this super cute couple?"

A howl of laughter pushed past your lips. "No, no, no, no," you stammered, cheeks blazing. "No, no, we are not a couple."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What can I get for you?" she murmured, you read the text message of everyone's order to her and then gave your own. "And for you sir?"

"Let me try one of those cold brew things," Ben told her, making your jaw drop. "No flavor or cream. Just black."

"Well look at you, trying new things, I'm so proud," you said nudging Ben's arm.

"Shut up," he teased, nudging you back.

Waiting at the pickup counter you heard him sigh, then felt his knee tap the back of yours. "Stop, you child."

"But, I'm bored."

Your attention snapped to the barista as you heard your name. Butterflies stirred in your stomach as Ben's fingers brushed against yours when you both reached for the carrier.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were going to…" you fumbled over your words.

He cleared his throat, "I got it." He gave you a smile, making the butterflies stronger.

"You know, this cold brew shit isn't half bad," he admitted as you punched in the code and held the safe house door open for him.

You giggled, "Ah, well I'm glad you like it."

"Hughie!" Ben yelled handing him his coffee, your eyes followed as he start handing out the other beverages.

"Alright, love." You head turned to Butcher as he stepped beside you. "What the fuck happened at that coffee shop?"

You gave him a scoff. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, I had to side between yuns to keep from killin' each other." He took a drag off his cigarette. "And now, he's over there smilin' while you're over here giving him the fuck me eyes of teenager in love."

"Butcher, I think you've finally gone mad." You looked back over to Ben. He raised his cold brew to his lips, scrunching his face at you. You chuckled. "I don't know, I guess he's not as bad as I thought."

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