#He’s like sticking out his tongue in most of these. Gods is he silly. Why do I gotta draw him so actually silly. Hate him/hj /nsrs

[picklesthenonbeanary]

inspekta art dump because I can. Such a silly goober. Could do no wrongs, just look at him!

Plus one under the cut since i think it’s a bit spoilersy, extremely and like extremely proud of that one tho, it’s like so good! Or atleast compared to the more scribbly ones above

[screampied]

RIDIN' DIRTY ?!

⋆˚. sum. you never realized how hot your local mechanic was until he had you arched and bent over your hood. spoiler fucking alert, you end up getting a different kind of pipe that’s of course free of charge just for you.

warnings. fem! reader, mechanic toji, unprotected, degradation, oral (f! receiving), spıt, breēding, shotgunning, fuckıng you on the hood, praise, manhandling, pússywhipped toji, size kink, biting, brief fıngering, petnames.

wc. 5.3k

an. ty kali for beta'ing some x

“she’s all done, ma’am,” your mechanic toji murmurs in a gruff voice, yanking back your stick shift before putting it in park. he drove it near the garage of his auto shop, a rounded plump cigarette sticking from the corner of his mouth. with a yawn departing from his lips, he eyes you up and down for a bit before removing his seatbelt. stepping out, he then towers over you by many, many staggering inches. his silhouette alone was intimidating, and you shift your dilated irises away once he cocks his head to your level. “still in pretty good shape. y’er model ain’t that old ‘n i think you should visit every few weeks.”

compressing your thighs together, you bury your purse underneath the pit of your arm. “oh, okay thank you sir,” and as he’s standing—you then take a good glimpse at the man in front of you. he’s handsome, sweaty, and covered in nothing but a slick sheet of grease. the more you gawk, the more you could see a bit of curly chest hair poke out against his skin. his broad chest, his perky pink nipples that poked-

“heh, darlin’ ya don’t gotta be so formal, y’know,” and your eyes darted toward his work cap that was slightly twisted. god, he was so attractive. he inches toward you closer, watching you struggle to keep composure before you think he’s gonna kiss you. so what do you do, you close your eyes. you close your fucking eyes, thinking he was gonna kiss you but instead, he places a hand on the hood of your car. “oh? silly girl, were you expectin’ something?”

“n- no.”

yeah, you were.

it was late at night, midnight, and everyone had clocked out for the day.

everyone except toji. he was a workaholic. you needed a last minute oil change and he was the only available one near by. he was about to close but made an exception. the auto shop has a cooling air surrounding the inside of the garage before you swallow. you can hear your saliva trail its way down your throat as you finally meet direct eye contact with the older man. “cute,” toji murmurs, and he’s not even touching you. he’s not even touching you but it felt like it. despite his teasing, you get hit face first with a strong waft of his scent. his cologne, you knew the exact type he was wearing. cheap, but long lasting against anyone’s nostrils who takes a first whiff. “it’s been a while since y’er last oil change though, i’d be lyin’ if i said i didn’t miss ya.”

with a quirk of a brow, you murmur up at him, deciding why not to play along. you knew he was most likely teasing but still. “you missed … me?”

“sure,” toji removes his baseball cap, fanning it against the sweat glistening off his bulging muscles that poke through his perfectly sculpted body. he was so fit, you couldn’t help but openly leer at his broad, intense figure. with a sly smile, he leans against your car before humming, taking another hit of his cigar. “not too many pretty faces show up ‘round here. besides, i didn’t forget about our little moment last time.”

your breath gets caught in the back of your throat.

he remembered,

he remembered the little incident the two of you shared. when you came for your last oil change and a battery repair, you also ended up sharing a kiss with toji. it was nothing more, nothing less.

but it was hot, having his tongue shoved down your throat with his big rough hands roaming along the sides of your body. being so pressed up against him, you felt yourself longing for more. in your city, toji was the best mechanic for miles. he we well known, quick, precise, and quite flirty.

you brought out the worst in him that day, and it annoyed you how the steamy, sultry kiss got interrupted by his boss. shiu … something, rich raven hair mirroring the same color as his worker.

“oh y- yeah.” you sheepishly mumble, feeling the tension through the air run thick. you loathed desperately how whenever you were around toji, your stammer would make an appearance. you hated it, it was so embarrassing and he ate it up everytime. toji’s sly gaze lowers and he titters at the cute pullover and skirt you wore before your own eyes trail toward his lips.

his lips,

they were naturally crooked — pink, and that damn slanted scar that remained to slash against the right side of his mouth. you peeped a bit of a growing stubble, but nevertheless he was always well trimmed. toji flashed a grin before he got way close to you. kneeling his head down, he whispers toward you. “oh y- yeah,” he mocks your trembling tone, and he was so close that his musk, his body heat radiates off you completely. “somethin’ tellin’ me you came here for more than just an oil change, that right, baby?”

your heart’s pulsing intensifies at his cunning words. always cutting straight to the chase. he’s so up close, his cologne’s just clogging up your nose by now before your thighs squeeze themselves shut. “yes.”

“yes what, darlin’?” and there’s a hint of jibe in his voice. the moment he grabs your chin gently, you’re ready to lose it right there. toji’s wearing mechanic gloves, the soft padded leather pulling down on your bottom lip playfully. with a coy head tilt, he purses your lips a bit more open. “ah, c’mon. use those pretty words, tell me what ya want.”

your legs, the crevices between them were already starting to slick with moisture.

oh, this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. as you meet his jade green eyes, you reply with a tone that comes out far more needy than you originally intended. “i want .. i want you, toji.”

there’s a frisky, playful glint in his eye—as well as the tiny crinkle forming at each twist of his facial expressions. “yeah you do,” and his words were pitched deep, so deep that the timbre lingering underneath his tone sends your spine shivers. “more than a kiss? i’ll hafta charge ya extra, heh.”

still . . it was humor in his voice, you knew he was joking but the heat purring between your thighs only grew. your body was screaming at you, it’s been a while since your last time anyway, the last time you’ve been touched. 

with a nod, murmuring out a faint little, “more than a kiss, ‘toj,” he snickers, closing the awkward distance between you two finally.

the moment his lips crash against yours, everything feels hot. scorching hot — similar to the sahara, his tongue being the water you needed to cool down. the leftover smoke and booze that lingered on his tongue was strong, the second it glided against your buds it tasted stronger. you could feel his smirk creeping against his lips before with two hands, he lifts you up, propping you to sit on the hood of your car. 

it was madly aggressive - teeth clashing, tongues twisting, one taste again and he was addicted.

he made sure to take out his cigarette before hand, squeezing it against his fingers as he’s gradually grinding his hips by you. it’s slow, you could feel his raging boner prod right through his work pants.

it was hard to miss, you couldn’t help but give him a few nosy peeks which he was working on your car to see if he was a packer and he definitely was.

sticky strands of his hair tickle against your forehead as he’s rutting right in you. a free hand makes its way onto your left thigh, slowly dancing his fingers amongst your skin. the moment your legs entrap his slim waist, locking around his torso, he grunts. both lashes were close to touching, breaths were becoming heavy, and you felt his tongue curl around yours. toji was a sloppy yet passionate kisser, and yet— he wanted his tongue to work in other ways. 

and it did, 

your jaw drops open as you’re laid flat on your back, staring at the man with his face shoved deep between your thighs. toji sprawls open your legs, delving his long tongue inside of your slick entrance to get a sweet taste.

gradually, his tongue dips all around your cunt, creating a little swirl before he feels your body twitch in rapture.

“t- tojiiii,” you whine, feeling a bit paranoid at how anyone could just see the two of you.

sure, you were both in a securely locked garage ( at least you hoped ) —but, anyone could just walk in. walk in and see you having your pussy being devoured by one of the most top known mechanics in the city. if you’d have given a rating on his pussy eating skills, it’d be five stars without question. 

he was always so nasty with it— occasionally, with his now bare fingers from removing his gloves, he slides a thumb down your slick.

“look at her, she’s fuckin’ sloppy,” he whispers against your cunt — his warm breath brushes near your folds and you whimper. your voice echoes raw out your throat, ringing through the spacey walls of his garage. this was far better than just an oil change, you were thinking. so so better,

as toji’s still swiping a tongue against your entrance in a circular rotation—nose deep, speaking of nose, it starts to rummage its way against your nub. you gag out a gasp, nearly choking from how out of breath you were with your legs shaking tremendously. with your teeth shattering, he nibbles against your clit, staring you dead in the eyes. “mmf, ‘s fuckin’ good. how generous of you though,” he coos in a gruff tone, easing a single digit inside of your slippery core. “haven’t ate all day ‘n this meal ‘s just what i needed darlin, heh.”

toji’s charisma was simply unmatched.

it was something about him being face first between your legs that made him ten times more attractive.

his hair, it was a bit lengthy but not too much. he grew it out the last time you saw him. a bit of a wolf cut but was neatly trimmed toward his shoulders. it’s rough and unkempt, dark black bangs still running down his eyes. every few seconds, he’s got to whip his head back in vex so his vision isn’t occluded. 

“hnnggh, right there toji. pleaseplease.” you babble out in desperate cries, swallowing your own pathetic pity before savoring the honeyed taste.

a whimper rips out of your throat to where it sounds similar to a gargle. his tongue knows just the right spots to reach. your clitoral hood, he loved to suck on it until that cute scream snatches from your esophagus.

“never tasted a girl so sweet ‘n all my years,” he groans, a single finger still shoved inside. it’s stretching you out more and your back arches against the warm hood of your vehicle.

from side to side,

his head moves and shifts and shakes and you’re about to lose it. in fact, you were already losing it, feeling your legs turn into complete mush. jello even, they felt nonexistent thanks to his sloppy tongue.

whilst he’s buried right between your thighs, the mechanic’s got the smuggest grin that you just wanted to wipe right off his face. 

toji’s so pent up and aroused—he works a regular six to twelve hour shift, it was almost the same situation for you. he can’t remember the last time he’s been … active, albeit he was exhausted. and yet it seemed as if your precious, slick cunt gave him all the needed battery to fuel his energy right back up.

a husky growl vibrates against your pussy and you whine as a hand combs its way into his hair. in the process, your fingers tangle against his strands. your digits - all five of them stroke through his scalp before giving it a brief tug. 

“kinky ‘lil slut, huh,” he grunts, head yanking forward towards your thighs. toji hated the fact that it turned him on. a lot, so much so that his dick twitches in his wrangler rigg jeans. as he’s got you still laid against your parked car, he slurps against your cunt - feeling you pulse right into his mouth. “there’s that cute heartbeat, she wants so much fuckin’ attention today.”

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, his low words only pushing you further to the edge. barred big hands cling against both sides of your thighs. no longer having a finger inside, he firmly grabs your leg.

you’re quavering,

seeing nothing but splotches of snowy white as he’s slurping up your cunt like a hot dish of pasta. “c- cum, fuck ‘m gonna cum, y- your tongue ‘s goodddd.”

with a low hoarsely chortle, he hums. “careful, doll. cum ‘n i’ll have to add a bit of tax to your bill. plus an extra fee for heh, grease.”

you stare at him with a cute confused expression and he snickers. “aw, ‘m joking, don’t gimme that look,” and with warm lips pressing against your cunt, you mewl out a desperate, shrilling whine.

as the seconds go on, you’re steadily being brung to the teetering orgasmic edge. with your hips bucking against his face, he’s grabbing ahold of waist with his tongue exploring the inner caves of your delicious cunt.

your nub, he continues to flick against it, making your body jerk back against the unmoving vehicle. you whimper and whimper before he shoots you a teasing smile, whistling against your folds. “use those words, darlin’. use ‘em ‘n tell me what you want, yeah.”

“wanna cum- wanna c-cum,” you breathe, feeling the shiver in your jaw. even still, you’re wisping fingers into his strands, gripping it tightly before you’re grinding your cunt against his face.

a snail-like trail of your own clear slick runs down his chin. oh, with the way he slowly pulls his head up to smirk at you, you just wanted to kiss him again. your body’s hanging onto its last and final hinges before you’re spasming, feeling him swat a palm against your pussy thrice. “ngh, toji. wanna cum. please, need it. n- need to cum.”

“i’d beg to differ,” he groans, reaching for the hem of his pants - pulling the heavy piece of clothing down. his dick alone had a bit of weight to it and with murky-like irises, you gawk openly.

with a hand going inside of his pants, he lets off a guttural groan, starting to stroke himself off. a few solid pumps and he’s already sucking his teeth at the almost unbearable friction.

“fuck, y- you don’t ‘need’ shit, little girl,” and he’s multitasking. one hand focusing on your thigh and another on his cock. he’s so hard, he’s so fucking hard and the moving you’re doing against his body - the grinding, it doesn’t make it any better. with a mean slap, he spanks your cunt again before spitting near your folds. “you need it, you need ‘ta cum. right darlin’?”

“y- yes,” you hiccup, white noise deafening your ears continuously. the loooooong, sleazy slurps of his tongue makes you rock more into his mouth, nearly pulling out his strands with your rough, hard grip.

the more you tug and pull against his hair, the more it turns him on. his cock throbs whilst a long vein runs through the very side of his shaft. the center of toji’s thumb brushes against his peeling brief foreskin. “need, i need to cum. please.” you correct yourself, in hopes that he’d let you succumb to your nirvana-filled release.

as your fingers continue to fish through his hair, gathering a nice hold, he starts to make out with your folds. the squelches, they were singing out a cacophony of sloppy sounds. you’re sopping wet so good for him to where your cunt’s just voluntarily cascading on his mouth—cascading down his chin.

with ease, you even drench his stubble with your slick - happily. “go ‘head girl,” he grunts, gazing hungrily at the concoction of strings departing. cobwebs of his saliva mixing along with strings of your slick makes him groan. what a mess. a mess and you were the biggest one possible.

once you come undone, everything’s so hazy. your legs jitter in exhilaration, moaning loudly from the intense palpitation. he licks you clean, lapping up your flavorful juices with his tongue before feeling a few spurts of his own cum paint against his palm. “f- fuck, pretty,” he grunts, each stroke against his hard cock making him grind his teeth together. his jaw tightens, realizing he’d just came with you - all from eating you out. you were shaking still, your climax making your vision turn into a rainbow of color. your eyelids, all you saw was a plethora of colorful tints, slowly jerking your hips forward until you couldn’t anymore. as you move, he guides you to ride out your orgasm, ride it out all on his face. “thaaaat’s it, gimme all of y’er taste, mhm.”

it lasts for seconds, seconds that felt like long, never ending hours. with a sweet elongated battle cry of your own that’s in reality replaced with an ear shattering orgasm, you slump back against your vehicle. 

“such a good girl,” he murmurs, getting up and it’s a concise soreness in his thighs from bending down for that duration of a time. inhaling a breath of fresh air, he inches toward your face. “heh, you look so dumb,” he teases at your state. indeed you were, his tongue had you feral and craving for more. you were still throbbing, his body heat closing the remaining spacey inches between you both before he grabs your chin. “want a taste, do ya?”

“y- yes,” you nod, your own breathing betraying you with how you struggle to maintain easy, singlular breaths.

toji pops his cigarette back into his mouth before taking a long, deep inhale. the smoke burns, and he aligns his dick up against your drooling slit. he didn’t have to do much moving, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to lift the thin piece of fabric up for access. you glance down, and he was so big.

veiny, a heavy fat cock with an even heavier fat base. as the end of the lit cigarette sticks between his teeth, his brows contorts into a furrow. 

toji coos quietly, the mushroom-tip of his dick sweltering inside against your warm heated core. “open wide, babygirl,” he huffs, a thumb peeling down your lip once more. his eye contact had your pussy twitching profusely. it was so intimate, you felt the arising tension reach its peak. not even hesitating, you part your lips open, leaving your mouth open ajar for him. “good. nice ‘n wide for toji,” he refers to himself and you watch with doe eyes as he blows an airy puff of smoke right into your mouth. tepid lips hover against your own, and he’s so close that he can almost smell your longing arousal. you moan at the feeling of his tip easing its way into your cunt, creating squelchy sloshing sounds of acceptance. “there we go baby, nice ‘n easy.” he whispers, and toji finally kisses you. 

you moan, feeling his dick breeze its way into your sopping cunt, the stretch already presenting itself toward your walls. it’s a tight stretch and you moan, throbbing from the way you’re opening up for him. as the friction sets against your twitching muscle, you whine, running your tongue down his to taste the brewing variations of saliva and smoke into your mouth. it’s so sloppy, his tongue game was just improperly risqué. 

fithly, coarse..

with your ass sitting directly on the cool running hood of your vehicle, he’s continuing to drive his dick straight into you.

you moan as his lips attack against yours, savoring your candied flavor. it was something about you that he couldn’t get enough of. toji’s body - it was broad and big. as he towers over your frame, he starts to thrust a bit forward.

“ughh,” he bites down on your lip, dark mean eyes meeting yours as he then opens them.

the stretch had you gasping for air once his lips shortly break away. already, you missed them. he sees the pout and he chuckles before his head tosses itself back. as his lips pull away, strands of spit abruptly leave, saying its goodbyes to each mouth. “so fuckin’ — shit.” he swears, so lost in your swallowing walls that he forgets his initial sentence. 

already, his eyes were starting to flicker back.

rolling back,

it was sexy to witness, especially up close. toji’s cock dives into your cunt further and further before finally, he bottoms out. once he’s reached the hilt - the very hilt, you whine, throwing your arms over his tense shoulders carelessly.

“fuck me, f- fuck me, toji. please.” you stammer out in pathetic babbles, the repetitive twitch in your pussy making him all the more harder. your pleas almost fall on deaf ears before you feel the veins pulse down his cock. it spasms inside you and if you weren’t as wet before, you were certainly wet now.

he’s just so hard, your walls grip and envelope around his length as you bite on his shoulder. 

“didn’t know we’re on bitin’ terms now, heh,” he attempts to joke, one hand gently squeezing onto your waist. his touch, you never failed to lean into his touch. with a needy gasp, his hefty dick tucks its way into the insides of your cunt. your goopy walls squelch and squelch, shrieking out a lewd harmony of wails. you’re so wet - already, his base starts to get painted from your slick. you moan, licking a stripe near the crook up neck. he snickers, feeling the moisture of your tongue collide against his skin. “jus’ so fuckin’ hot,” he gruffs, staring at your already fucked dumb expression. “mhm, such a nasty girl. havin’ me fuck ya on y’er car.”

he’s stretching you out so good, its as if your cunt was a gymnast — easily bending and breaking, stretching in and out. toji’s dick was fat - the foreskin that’s glued against his tip stimulates the insides of your wet core. you whine once more, clinging onto his beefy body as he’s fucking you on the hood.

pitiful babbles of mercy whisper in his ears, your ankles and heels brushing alongside the red lines of his back. toji was sweating a lot more from the constant moving — you, your body jolting up against your car and his sharp, deadly hits going in and out of you. each piston has you weak, stupid even.

despite his mechanic scented musk with a sprinkle of inexpensive cologne, it was still alluring to you. you throbbed as he continued to jerk his hips against the same spot. your toes, all five of them on both feet curl in awe before you start to spasm.

“y- yes, please. right there, right there tojiiii.” and you probably sounded so pathetic but you could care less. your face was all scrunched up and twisting in blissful pleasure as he’s plunging into you at full force. his rhythm, his pace . . it was ruthless. 

safe to say, you were addicted.

cock drunk, easy - just like that. with a secure grip still on your hip, he’s reeling you back with such ease. strands of saliva starts to pour out from the side corners of your mouth and he slyly smiles. “oh, you just wanna be a messy customer today, huh. such a mess,” and with a flick of his thumb, he swipes your spit clean. he does this only to pop the same finger into his mouth, relishing in your glacé, syrupy taste. “so sweet, ‘m gonna need more though.”

your knees embarrassingly buckle. your weeping cunt sobs for more and more as his mean, degrading thrusts is just leaving you utterly dumbfounded. your mouth was open, tiny little pants of air escaping out into the form of a mere croak. toji’s weighty dick thoroughly plummets into your insides with all of his might to where you’re already visibly stupid.

each mocking thrust makes your stomach churn. he’s so deep, his tip located in every area. you’re stretched, worn thin, and the minute his cockhead greets your cervix with a french kiss, you shriek sweetly.

“oh my g- goddd, there please, toji, tojiiii,” and you were just babbling out anything at this point.

it was adorable, every few seconds, the mechanic had to swipe the back of his hand against his forehead. the remaining few droplets of perspiration that resided underneath his bangs was a lot. as beads of sweat race down his face, sable irises meeting your dumbed down state and you moan, nails now clawing into his shoulders. “f- fuck, ‘s good. ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“big just for you, baby,” he groans against your ear - the fat of his balls mashing against your entrance making you dizzy. you’re about to break again, the smell in the air was almost potent.

with his cologne, the mixture of his sweat, and the burning hot gas fumes of your car, you felt like you were floating. your cunt was being stuffed with delirious inches of cock and you wouldn’t have it any other way. toji grabs your chin, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth before his tempo accelerates. “shittt, grippin’ on me so good, ‘m gonna cum, darlin’.”

at his throaty words, you meet his eyes before burying your face into his neck for about the nth time again. the only words he could hear you whine into his neck was, “inside, inside me, ‘toj.”

“so y’er a creampieee kinda girl,” he sneers in amusement - watching as you’re slowly being taken to your inevitable rapturous rapture.

you’re whimpering, taking in each of his deep, pivotal strokes. toji brings his hands toward your waistline, skimming his fingertips against the curvature before nibbling on your earlobe. “careful, sweets... ‘s gonna be a nice big load. can ya be a good girl ‘n take that much? don’t wanna give ya too much of a full, heh.”

if it wasn’t for his puns — you’d smack him, but you were too cock drunk to think, let alone comprehend. 

“i can take it,” you nod desperately, a cute tremor in your voice as you’re making haste with your own hips against his. everything’s so sharp. “fuck, f- fuck me, right there.”

toji found it cute how repetitive your sweet nothings were - the same endless chatter flowing past your lips. “yeahhh.” he jibes, although his words were in the form of a question. you grab against his wrist while your slippery soaked cunt braces for the parching, hot fill.

three thrusts, 

three slow deep thrusts and he was at his peak. leisurely, as toji’s cock deeply into the pits of you, almost reaching your tummy - you feel a few hot spurts shoot into you raw. toji groans, his voice echoing through the garage. he was whipped. your expression was so cute, hooded droopy eyes and an abashed little grin.

his swollen fat tip was downright rude with the way it scrapes against your pussy, thrashing all inside as if it knows the place.

it’s so much, colossal big hands of his grab onto your thigh, and he leans in to gently pierce his teeth into your skin. sucking against your tender flesh, like honey—like nectar, he grunts his own gruff climax into your shoulder. 

his voice was low - his adam’s apple bobs at his actions, feeling an unforeseeable wave crash over him at once. it’s intense and he’s just eating up your delicious fervor that was right in front of him.

“t- toji,” you breathe, your arms still slung over his shoulders. easily, he’s jerking away from attentions.

toji wasn’t fully thrusting anymore, but he still had a decent pace of pumps. his fresh, warm cum emits into your cunt like how a volcano erupts. gushing into you, it’s hot and thick like lava, warm and sticky like magma.

you were chasing your breaths but failed to surpass them in the fictitious lewd race. it’s so hot inside, you were almost positive a few slimy spurts of toji’s cum exudes up on the hood of your car. you’ve never felt so full, his chest heaves and yours deflates in harmony. 

with both bodies were in sync and casual harmony, he grunts before leaning in to kiss you. his now flaccid dick was just idly inside of your swollen, greedy cunt. throbbing even still, you rub the backs of your ankles behind his slim waist before tilting your head back. the kiss was far more passionate this time.

if you knew mechanics fucked this good, maybe, just maybe you’d come for an oil change more often.

except, toji didn’t just add the new oil into the engine of your car, he added his own new oil into your sopping, drenched cunt. 

“fuck, baby,” he groans, feverish breaths titillating against the inner areas of your neck.

you pulse from any movement he makes, clinging onto him tightly like a koala. he has a flashy half girn, slowly pulling out his dick to see the mess. your cunt was overflowed to the max - so much cum, so so much. 

toji licks his lips, the tip of it grazing against his fleshed scar as he peers at your pussy’s opening. the way your entrance slowly spitting out his thick, velvety ropes of cum due to its fullness makes him grunt.

inside, it was lukewarm—oozing out of your entrance before you lean back against your hood. “mhm, ‘s still pourin’ out. guess i was so pent up from today, barely had any time to jerk off.”

“i didn’t have to know that.” you huff at his teasing, trying to catch your breaths. your full lungs felt like they were about to collapse. 

toji helps you off your car - although, he wanted more and so did you. surprisingly, he even cleans the hood off for you. as you’re back on your feet, sore and all, he asks for your number. “you’re gonna ask me out or something?”

“maybe, hold still darlin,” and your interest peaked, wondering why he wanted you to be still.

you turn, heaving a bit of shifting before toji bends down. you shudder a bit, feeling what feels like a cold marker starting to drag and scrape down against the right cheek of your ass. you could hear low, raspy laughter as he’s writing on your rear. with a pout, you wait as he’s continuing to write what you assume to be his number onto your skin with a sharpie.

the smell smolders against your nose quickly before he finishes, popping the black cap into his mouth. “there, call me after the hours of,” and he pauses, glancing at his watch. “hm, eleven pm.”

“thank you….” you murmur, that simple action making you throb again before your eye twitches. you make your way towards your car and then you feel a breeze through your legs. eyes widening, you turn towards the mechanic. “um- my panties? i kind of need them.”

with a sly grin, he pulls his work jeans back up before humming. “um, you kind of don’t,” he mocks your sentence, and you almost moan at the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass. toji then spanks it, the sharpie marker of his number imprinted on your skin slightly smearing against his palm.

“darlin, consider y’er panties as payment. ‘s on the house,” and you gulp, meeting his viridescent, green eyes. he looked hungry for more - that natural smirk compressing against his lips never once fading. toji brushes a thumb against your cheek before leaning against your car. “come back anytime for a fill.”

he hums cheekily at you through the mirror, closing your car door once you get in, starting the ignition. with your panties in hand, he shoots you a nod. “i’ll make it extra creamy next time. no charge, baby.”

[senseofnewness]

crushing!art donaldson because i need that boy to be desperate since childhood [nsfw]

• you guys have known each other since you were 7 or 8, growing up in the same circle, at first, he thought you were annoying as fuck

• only sees you during summer because you go to an all-girls catholic boarding school

• doesn't know how to deal with the fact that you grow more mature and prettier each year, so he resorts to tugging on your ponytail, pinching your waist, and teasing you with silly nicknames

• notices your hips getting wider and your chest growing fuller when you're 13, and he can't help but let his eyes linger a little too long when you aren't looking

• starts being more gentle when you play rough-and-tumble, one time, you even feel him growing hard beneath you, you never wrestled again after that

• introduces you to the infamous patrick one summer and it's the first time you understand why your dad tells you to be cautious of boys, so you stick to art, you feel safe with him

• forces patrick to invite you to his summer house after that, telling him you're like family, patrick thinks you're just getting in the way of precious boy-time with his best friend

• brings you to the beach to buy you ice cream as soon as patrick takes a nap, when you ask why patrick is missing, he tells you he's lactose intolerant and can't eat that

• tries to teach you about tennis but the shorts you're wearing makes it hard for him to form coherent sentences, he spends the whole time readjusting his own shorts

• gets mad that you always associates him with patrick, even if it makes sense since they're always glued to the hips

• his grandma thinks you're dating and calls you his girlfriend, he never bothered correcting her

• helped you get rid of the sand on the back of your thighs once and still thinks about the feeling of your skin underneath his fingers on a daily basis

• the first time he stroked himself thinking about you was after another day at the beach when he saw you mindlessly tugging at the crotch of your bikini bottom that kept riding up your crack

• was turned on by you long before that but had never admitted to himself that he was attracted to you and allowed himself to think about you in his most private moments

• caught you changing into your swimsuit once and turned bright red, it was so quick before you covered yourself and whined at him that he had barely seen anything but knowing that he saw you naked got him heavy breathing

• thinks of you as a prude innocent thing that needs to be shielded from the perversion of the world and keeps telling patrick to shut up when he starts saying innapropriate things in front of you

• gets obsessed with the idea of kissing you ever since you told him you wear flavoured lip glosses

• when he finally tells patrick about his crush, patrick is constantly on your back bragging about what a good guy art is and trying to question your feelings about him, but from art's point of view, it looks like patrick is monopolizing your time and he gets pissed about it

• gets in a big fight about it with patrick, after that patrick seems more distant with you

• finally kisses you in the ferris wheel at the funfair during the summer of your 17, he had planned that moment for days because he wanted your first kiss to be romantic

• changes his mind about you being prude and innocent when you're sucking on his tongue minutes later, you both spend the rest of the night making out on the beach

• when he tells patrick, he's all giddy until patrick reminds him how frustrating it's going to be for him to date a virgin who is saving herself for marriage

• starts officially dating you and when the making out gets too intense, he assures you he respects your choice to wait and he won't pressure you into doing anything

• you spent the whole summer after that just constantly dry humping each other, both soaked, always coming close to breaking the promise you had made to god

• gets so frustrated while making out that he asks for your hand in marriage while his is up your shirt, you laugh at him but maybe he was a little serious about it

• thinks about all the ways he could convince you to let him just slide the tip in for a second, just to feel you, but he won't

• the summer ends with you still a virgin, you did jerk him off though, a lot, like in every room and at any moment of the day, patrick even urged you to 'just do it already' the third time he caught you with your hand down art's pants

• pays for your train tickets home the first weekend back to school because he misses you so much already

• when you show him that after a long introspection you decided to stop wearing your purity ring, he already knows you're going to spend the whole weekend in bed

[gyaru-tau]

FINALLY FINISHED MY QPHIL 3.0 DESIGN HOORAY (cant wait to. redesign it again in like 3 months.) (CHECK UNDER THE CUT FOR MY SILLY DESIGN NOTES!!)

I think I said this before but i so. SO BADLY wanted him to have a sleep theme since I always loved how his presence on the island was kinda up in the air. Is it a dream? Is it not? When he goes between the island and hardcore is that change really happening? Who knows.

The idea of making his usual outfit more like a housecoat was super appealing to me, so I opted for this open housecoat look with really heavy frills which were super fun to figure out, and I knew from pretty early on that I wanted to give him a quilt pattern SOMEWHERE on his design, so I thought the inside of the coat would do nicely for a sorta "default state". It also meant I could attribute meaning to the symbols and colours I used. wink nudge.

He has a more subtle angel theme, like with the mobile on his walking stick being a halo with the wing placement further emphasizing this, as well as just his generally lighter colour scheme. When I say sleep was his theme I almost more-so imagine it as like. The feeling of waking up in the morning where you're mostly refreshed but still a LITTLE drowsy. Lots of very spring-y, morning colours.

Just some other quick notes, I always really liked the mod in the server where you could have the crows perch on your shoulder and follow cuz of the lantern, so I thought it'd be fun if I made it so brian just straight up WAS the lantern. So I made him look like one of those wall outlet nightlights!! The backpack being kinda cat shaped was COMPLETELY unintentional but a very welcome result. Missa backpack is real.

As for the alternate outfits, I have a bolas one, as well as an ender king one since I deemed those two the most important. For the ender king I weirdly don't have many notes, like it's fairly straightforward (Save for the elephant in the room but now I'm gonna keep my secrets on why that's a thing). The Quilt design is supposed to be a lighter, easier-on-the-eyes version of the no texture pattern, and I imagine that all the goop and gunk on Phil is hidden under the coat. I imagine it'd look fairly similar to canon so just like. imagine it for now. Might draw it one day. MAYBE. There's some tiny additional colour symbolism but I'll hold my tongue on that and let you guys draw your own conclusions there. I WILL say, however, that instead of his theme being sleep, his theme is "nightmare" (and also kinda sleepwalking since both fit).

The Bolas design was SUPER fun to work with. For starters I wanted the three designs to be in three different states. One with the coat, one with the coat reversed, and one without the coat entirely. Since I wanted to do the checker pattern thing with the possession design, having the sleeveless bolas design worked really well for the shape I landed on, even if it wasn't conventional. and SPEAKING of non-conventional design choices, I decided to go against the usual plague doctor + gas mask fusion design. Which might be controversial... But god. The moment I thought of his mask being a falconry hood, the idea just wouldn't leave my mind. Because of this, the full mask is kinda separated into two parts. The eye mask which kinda also mirrors his usual sleep mask, and the gas mask itself (I kept it in a beak shape since it'd feel odd if i made it any other shape for phil, lol). When designing the whole thing I kept thinking about more apocalypse setting clothing. Like mad max. Or the one gag from that one spongebob movie. Lots of leather. And of course, to match the other sleep themes, the Bolas outfit's theme is "fever dream", although its a bit more subtle. It's easily the weirdest design, The pops of green were simultaneously in reference to the friendship emerald... As well as... Well, the green chain right below the chain on the sickness themed design was probably the most tasteful way I could've chosen to get across vomit without it being too on the nose. (also sidenote, I had a few friends compare bolas phil to... a fly. Which wasn't intentional but it's kinda funny that the guy designed after fever dreams looks a little bit like a bug.) Ok thats it for design commentary I'm gonna go to bedge nyow.

[naomijoestar]

Can you make one where it's La Squadra reacting to the reader having a freaky looking moving doll stand?

Masterlist here <3

HELLO omg I love this so much! I seriously enjoyed writing this sooo soso much I hope you enjoy, also you might find that this post differs a bit in writing style, but I got a bit carried away I guess and made it silly, I hope you enjoy nonetheless and if you’d like anything changed you can always message me!

La squadra reacts to reader having a creepy looking doll stand

Let’s say your Stand is a small, doll-like creature with jerky, unnatural movements—like something that crawled out of a cursed VHS tape. It has glassy, unblinking eyes and twitchy little limbs, like it’s about to start speaking in tongues. Oh, and it moves on its own. Not normal Stand movements. No, it skitters

Risotto Nero

At first, he doesn’t react—Risotto is, of course, a stoic wall of a man. But the second he sees your freaky little Stand shuffle into the room like chucky, his eyes narrow

“…Explain.”

It’s not fear—oh no. It’s suspicion. He immediately assumes you’ve been hiding this thing deliberately to mess with him. And when it starts crawling UP THE WALL, he just deadpans:

“Kill it.”

Risotto will try to put it out of its misery (or his own) if it gets within five feet of him

Prosciutto

Prosciutto prides himself on being cool, collected, and mature. But the minute your Stand skitters across the table like a spider in a cheap haunted house, he lets out the most undignified noise you’ve ever heard

“Che cazzo è quello?!”

Suddenly, Mr. Cool Guy has his legs tucked up onto the chair, scowling at your Stand like it insulted his family. He points an accusatory finger at you

“Why does it move like that? Fix it.”

When you explain that it’s supposed to move like that, he just mutters, “You need better taste in Stands.”

Pesci

Poor Pesci. Your Stand exists, and that’s already too much for him to handle. He sees it for half a second, shrieks like he’s in a slasher movie, and nearly falls backwards out of his chair

“Why is it looking at me?!”

You assure him it’s harmless. The Stand then proceeds to tilt its head unnaturally far to the left, and Pesci just bolts

You now have to chase him down to tell him it won’t eat him. Pesci will not recover from this for days

Melone

Melone is fascinated. Absolutely enamored. He gets way too close, watching it twitch and crawl with genuine delight

“Incredible. Its movement is so unnatural! What do its abilities do? Does it make people uncomfortable on purpose? That’s brilliant.”

He will follow you around for the rest of the day asking a million questions, mostly things like, “Does it talk? Can I touch it? What happens if I poke it in the eye?”

Please do not let Melone near it. He will absolutely try to run experiments

Ghiaccio

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

Ghiaccio’s reaction is instantaneous and LOUD. He jumps out of his seat and starts pacing around the room, ranting at 200 miles an hour

“It’s crawling on the goddamn ceiling! WHY IS IT CRAWLING ON THE CEILING?!”

You try to explain, but Ghiaccio is too busy actively losing his mind. He points aggressively at your Stand

“I don’t care if it’s yours—it’s freaky as hell, and if it comes near me, I’m icing it.”

(He spends the next hour side-eyeing it and muttering under his breath.)

Formaggio

Formaggio is laughing so hard he’s crying. He LOVES your creepy little Stand

“This is the best thing I’ve seen all week. Look at this guy!”

He starts trying to play with it like it’s a toy, sticking his finger out to see what it’ll do. When it grabs onto him (with its weird little twitchy doll hand), he screams

But then he laughs even harder. “Oh my god, it’s even freakier up close. I love this little guy.”

Formaggio now calls it “the homie” and tells everyone it’s his new best friend

Illuso

Illuso’s all smug and dismissive about it at first

“Tch. It’s just a Stand. Nothing impressive.”

And then it turns its glassy head to look directly at him

Illuso freezes. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t have something snarky to say. He just stares at your Stand, and your Stand stares back

“Stop looking at me.”

It doesn’t stop

“STOP LOOKING AT ME.”

Illuso will insist he’s not freaked out, but he is visibly uncomfortable. He avoids eye contact with your Stand for the rest of eternity

Sorbet and Gelato

(This is the first time I write for them so I’m sorry if it’s not accurate)

Sorbet and Gelato are thrilled. They think your Stand is the funniest, most unsettling thing they’ve ever seen, and they are here for it

Gelato keeps trying to make it dance by waving his hands in front of it. Sorbet bets him 50 bucks that he can’t make it do the worm

They’re both crying-laughing when it skitters sideways like a crab

“This thing’s a menace. I love it.”

I hope you enjoyed this cause I definitely enjoyed writing it!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

Husband!König has many piercings, some he regrets some he admires himself from getting.

Getting in military after many years of bullying gave him lots of confidence, you can see it. From his lines in game you can understand how cocky and sure of himself he is. He’s a colonel now yes, but he was younger too. I believe he got to hookup more from his 19’s to his late 20’s, this gave him a possibility to discover himself, what he liked and to actually explore himself as a young adult. I believe he has had a brow piercing, the hole almost totally closed because he decided it was too risky keeping one on the field (image he actually rips it off because it gets stuck in something;-; ewwww) He just took it off and never really thought about putting it back in.

Classic but I do image him having a tongue piercing. Like listen, we know König eats pussy for pleasure, he would be okay with only feasting on your pussy for the rest of his life if he could choose to. So ofc, when he started to watch porn and noticed many actors having piercings, and how hot il looked while they ate pussy, he just went with it and got one. The fact that he actually went to a piercer instead of just asking Nikto for help by sticking a mf needle in his tongue and risking an infection, is actually pure luck, because our König is also a proud mf, he takes pride in being good at anything, And why wouldn’t he be able to stick a needle in his own tongue alone! (Thank god Nikto was the one to persuade him, he would’ve gotten an infection).

NOW, König has a big cock, we all know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. And how can his big attributes be highlighted if not by some downstairs piercings??? He’s got one on his tip, unfortunately removed due to the discomfort it gave him by constantly rubbing against his TOO TIGHT pants (whore). BUT DONT BE SAD! He once stumbled across a stack of porn magazines, they were old fashioned ones, probably from late 90’s, depicting naked man and women on each and every page (lol ofc they were porn magazine.)

A model in particular captured his attention, his soft dick resting on the side of a thigh, he could see the small piercings along the under part. Thank god König is also a tech genius, he works with advanced technology every day, so a silly and fast google search brings him to what he is looking for, that strange piercing’s name. Yes everyone, a Jacob’s ladder ;). He’s got one, his dick all hot and bothered form the moment he saw that model’s picture, because he was sure that it would feel SO GOOD to be inside a nice hot pussy, feeling how after each and every thrust the piercings would drag around the insides of a girl, making a moaning mess out of her.

Yes he got one, and he was very careful with it, König is a pretty clean lad, he may not have a skincare, may not use fancy lotions and shampoos, but he knows his routine, he keeps himself clean, even more now that he got the piercings. Well I think he got them in his 30’s, he was already mature enough to understand if he could or couldn’t take care of such an important body modification, and he went for it. He got it done when he knew he’d have the most time off from work, where he knew he could spent at least a few months outside the base and actually be able to care for the wound. Very sexy mature choice woof woof bark bark snarl gnawn

He has a failed lip piercing guys, if got ripped off when a bullet hit his face and scarred a bit of his lips, destiny wanted for the bullet to be deviated exactly by his lip piercing. He’s got a bit of a trauma now, refusing to get another one, but still grateful that the first one kinda saved his life and his face from the possibility of a fucking hole being planted inside of it. He was so sexy too, you have seen a pic (yes a pic, I never see anyone talking about how they actually have technology incorporated in their lives! They take pics guys! Like boomers probably, but they do!) you may try to convince him to get one again, and who knows, maybe he’ll actually consider, but only because YOU asked!! Image now the contrast of his tongue piercing and his lip one while he eats you out, woof woof bark, I’d faint.

[southparkhcsocs]

BJ hcs with the boys when??? 🤩🤩🤩 /Lh

I acc laughed so much when I saw this ask and then I got too in my head about what you want specifically so I hope this is what you want? 😬

Nsfw 🚫 all characters aged 18+

No drawing because rules

Stan Marsh

Sit down and open your mouth

He'll rub himself right in front of your face first.

Maybe tell you to stick out your tongue and only touch the tip

He'll have one hand on your head and the other on his shaft as he finally puts his cock in you mouth

Pretty slow at first. Letting you do all the work

But ugh god! You're being too slow!

"I know you can take more than that."

He grabs your head and pulls you in closer

His cock touching the back of your throat

Try not to gag

If you gag he will gag and then well 😬

"good girl~"

Will face fuck you until he cums deep in your throat!

Your turn 😏

Kyle Broflovski

The gentlest of the guys

Idk why I just see him being the most caring

Will brush your hair out of your face

Cover your in compliments

"d-don't stop, y/n. You're such a good girl."

You can tell he's getting close why he starts gripping your hair

So easy to tease!

Just stop sucking him off and look up at him with your big beautiful eyes and he'll be begging you to keep

"W-why did you stop!? P-please- fuck- Please keep going!!"

"my jaw hurts :("

"j-just a little while long p-please! I'm so close!"

Of course you finish him off

You're not a monster

He'll apologise after if he made you feel like you had to

You tell him not to be silly

It's his turn now anyway

Kenny McCormick

Really really really love it

But really really loves touching you

He loves watching you taking his cock in your pretty little mouth

Will praise you so much

Especially if your in experienced

"you're doing so well, princess."

"don't rush, take your time."

Loves showing the things he likes which is most everything

Can't stop thinking about touching you

Will thrust into your mouth as well

Can't wait until he finishes so he can eat you out

Eric Cartman

Rip your jaw

This is a face fucking

Hair pulling

Degradating

"c'mon you fuckin` slut, take it all!!"

Iikes it more when he's on his back so his stomach isn't in the way

Will hold onto your head down

Doesn't care if your gagging or choking

You're not done until he finishes

Doesn't think you've done a good enough job if you're not crying

Loves cumming on your face

You have pretty face but it looks so much better with is seed over it

Loves it when you whine and moan when he's in your mouth.

"God, you're such a desperate whore, y/n."

Legally have to suck his balls

MELTS him

[sweet-villain]

Just A Lie~2

Part 1

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Angst

Author's Note: Some of you gave me ideas for this story and I got inspired mixing it with my own filling with angst, drama and fluff at the end. Thank you all for reading the first part and here is the second part, hope you enjoy <3

“ You know you could be a better father to your son and spend some time with him instead doing god knows what in here” Eddie’s wife waved a hand over the air looking around at the mess in the room. There were a pile of dirty clothes on the ground that she didn’t dare to touch. She didn’t know if something might be in there hiding waiting to jump at her. Her nose scrunched up smelling the stench in the room, a mixture of weed, sweat and something else. The bed was unmade with pillows thrown on the other side when Eddie took turns sleeping on either side of the bed. He laid on the bed with his feet facing the headboard and his legs brought up with a guitar over his lap and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He laid with no desire to put on a shirt and his pants hung low with no desire to bring them up. 

“ God, I don’t know why I’ve married you if I knew you were going to be like this” Eddie looked like he wasn’t even paying attention to her when he strummed his fingers over the guitar. He could hear the someone running around the house. It must be his son. The sound of airplane noises confirmed that was. 

“ Eddie” she calls out to him with a huff noticing he wasn’t even paying attention to anything she was saying. “ Get your ass off the butt and do something with your life, be a father, be anything. You’re throwing your life away like a god damn dirty sock laying on the ground.” 

“ Was that your best insult to throw at me?” He spoke, removing the cigarette from his mouth and sitting up as he tapped the ashes into the bowl by the bed. She threw her hands up.

“ You’re unbelievable” she says walking out the door making sure to slam the door shut. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He moved the guitar off his lap and set it aside, carefully. 

His eyes scanned the room of the hanging posters, pictures and memories that reminded him of who he used to be. His hair was tied back in a loose bun, probably already in knots from the many times he rolled in bed and haven’t showered in a couple of days. His eyes scanned back to the photographs on the wall and one catches his attention. 

It’s a pictured of a young Eddie Munson standing with her by his side, his arms were wrapped around her but he wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking at her like she was his pride and joy. She was his pride and Joe until he messed it up and now he lives a life without knowing what she’s doing or who she was with. 

The last conversation they had, she wanted nothing to do with him. He stood up from the bed and made his way to the photograph that caught his eyes. His fingers danced over the creases until they reached her face where he chuckled at the expression on her face. She had her tongue sticking out doing a silly face like she wanted meanwhile young Eddie looked like he was looking at the most important in his life back then. 

He remembers giving her this picture for her scrapbook that she was making for them. He remembers her kissing it and placing it with the others adding little butterflies and little flower petals that surrounded the book. 

There was a small knock on the door meaning it was his son that wanted to come in and see his father. 

“ Come in” Eddie spoke out putting the picture back where it was and turned his attention to the door watching it creak open and a small head peeked inside. 

“ Dad?” His son called out. “ Can I come in?” 

“ You can, bud. What’s going on?” The door opened wider and his son stepped in the room scrunching his nose up. “ What is that smell?” His son put his hand up closing his nose and waving a hand in front of his face. 

Eddie chuckled, “ Don’t worry about it, do you want to play bud?” He asked.

His son’s eyes light up like a Christmas Tree putting his hands together as he pleaded with those same brown eyes that he had. 

“ Can we? Oh, can we?!” His son begged, putting out his bottom lip. 

“ Sure bud, let me just get cleaned up and we can play” His son jumped up and down and raced back where he came from to tell his mom that finally his dad was going to play with him. 

Eddie shook his head with a small chuckled walking over to the pile of clothes that laid on the ground searching for a clean set of clothes. He brought the shirt up to his nose and took a sniff. It smelled cleaned to him. He got a new pair of underwear and a pair of socks from the dresser and made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door in case his son tried to come in and talk an earful to him or his wife that seems to get on his nerves now. 

The relationship between the two became stiff and cold. It didn’t look like the two even did anything together anymore. There were no more date nights, no talking about each others day after work and they were together for the sake of their son. 

Eddie’s eyes locked at himself in the mirror. His hair was growing a bit longer when he put his hair down from the low bun he had, he was due for a small hair cut. There was no way he was cutting all his hair off. It was the most precious thing to him next to his son. His son came first in his life. His eyes held bag underneath them from the many sleepless night laying in and staring at the ceiling as he thought about her. 

His beard was already shaped up from the day before, he shaped it up when he went to work not liking it to get too long even though it dragged the customers in when he appeared to help the ladies with their cars. 

His arms were filed with tattoos that he lost count on how many he had. He had one dedicated to his son when he was born and the wedding band on his hand looked stale from the color. It didn’t shine as it used to on his hand. His other rings stood out from the wedding ring on his finger. His hands gripped the sink as he turned on the faucet putting his hand underneath the water and bringing it up to his face, splashing it letting his face cool off for a bit. 

The same guitar pick hung from his neck adding a little rust to it but he never took it off as it was special to him. His hands let go off the sink and he stated the shower letting it warm up. He closed his eyes breathing in deeply feeling his body ache from working on yesterday’s car. He stretched his arms over his head and moved his head around, a yawn escaped his mouth and he reached over testing the water to see if it was warm. It was. 

When he was gone with the shower, he came out wearing a red flannel with his hair long and letting it dry on it’s own, he wore black pants with holes in his knees and his feet were in a pair of socks. 

“ Do you even know what a hairbrush is?” He heard the sound of his wife’s voice as she speaks to him. He glances at her with one look, scrunching up his nose noticing for the first time how much make up she has on her face. He bets in his head that it would take a total of three wipes to clean her face off. 

“ Do you know what a bra is?” He looks down glancing seeing her bra less in her shirt, scoffing. “ You walk around the house and out like that” she looks down at her top with a shrug. 

“ Don’t look at those. Here” she shoves a hair brush into his chest. 

“ Learn how to use it” she says to him before making her way into the bathroom and locking the door. He mocks her by taking a hair brush and using one of the mirror she had on the walls in the small house that they live in. 

“ Dad?” His son calls out to him. Eddie looks around tying to spot him when he sees his son in the kitchen, standing on the stool trying to reach for a snack that was too high for him. Eddie’s eyes got wide as he ran over to his son and took him down from the stool.

“ What are you trying to do, bud? You might hurt yourself” His son frown with a small huff and put his hands on his hips. “ I wanted my snack. Mom said I could have it” he points to where it is and Eddie reaches over it bringing it down for him.

“ Next time, just come find me and I’ll get it for you” He ruffled his son’s hair who wined over it trying to fix it back up while opening his snack. 

“Can we go play now?” His son asked with a mouthful of his snack.  He was just like Eddie, looks like him with his mother’s eyes though. 

“ We can go play now” His son runs out the door leaving it wide open.

 “ Bud! You forgot your shoes!” Eddie says, grabbing them besides the door and racing towards where his son took off slipping on his own shoes. 

He found his son playing outside sitting on the ground with his airplanes. Eddie kneeled down before him, helping to put on his shoes. 

“ You can’t go running off like that on me, what if you got hurt?” His son pouted showing those brown doe eyes like his father does. 

“ I do it all the time with mom” he says. The thought of his his son running away like that and his wife carelessly not paying attention made his blood boil. 

“ I’ll need to talk with your mother about that” he sits down next to his son. 

“ Which one am I?” He asks, pointing towards the planes. “ This one!” His son shoves a red and white airplane towards Eddie that holds a little pilot inside with a blue hat on it. While his son’s airplane is yellow with a red line going through it with a little pilot inside wearing a red hat. 

Eddie didn’t know the time it was when he looked up to stretch his arms over his head as his eyes caught on someone. His eyes blink noticing the familiar sun dress that she used to wear back in the younger days. Could it be her? His head tilted as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. 

“ Uncle Steve!” His son shouted scrambling from the ground and not even brushing himself with dirt off as he raced towards his uncle. But it’s not Steve who catches his eyes, it’s her. She turns hearing the boy run up to Steve who catches him in his arms and brings him up in his arms. 

Eddie’s eyes are wide as they try to process what he’s seeing right now. 

She smiles at the boy giving him a small hello. 

“ You grown so much bigger than the last time I’ve seen you. Have you been eating your vegetables?” Steve asked. “ How about your meats?” He added. 

“ Everything” Eddie’s son says while wiggling in Steve’s arms. “ isn’t that right, dad?” She turned to look at him locking eyes with him as the color on her face drains at the sight of him. Steve puts Eddie’s son down as he takes notice Eddie’s expression on his face. 

“ You” Eddie points to Steve and then he points a finger at her, “ You.” 

Eddie is baffled by what he’s seeing. Steve Harrington is seen with her. The person that Eddie hurt most and regret walking out of her life. She is here with him.

“ You��re together?” He asks, his voice was a bit shaky. 

“ Soon to be married” Steve says taking your hand in his, lacing fingers with her own and bringing up to show Eddie the engagement ring on her finger. The color from Eddie’s face drains as he looks between the two, feeling a betrayal from a friend. How did he not know that Steve was with her? How did it even happen and when? 

“ Congratulations” Eddie says throwing a thin smile towards the couple. Her head leans onto his shoulder, there is a look of happiness in her eyes and she looks at Steve like he’s given her a new brand world to be in. 

“ Thank you, what are you two doing out here?” Steve asked glancing down at Eddie’s son. 

“ We’re playing planes!” Eddie’s son shouts with excitement pointing towards where his planes were left at. 

“ And I’m missing out?” Steve asked shocked, “ Why wasn’t I invited?” He asked. 

Eddie’s son looked at his dad for answer, “ We got caught up.” Eddie answers dryly. “ Besides bud, Steve has a lot of things to do and he can’t make it today” Eddie’s gaze harden at Steve. 

There was a sort of tension between the three while Eddie’s son looked confused on what’s going. 

“ Yeah, I can’t make it today. Y/N and I have our plans. But you should come to the wedding” He says towards Eddie. “ Bring the wife” he adds too. 

Eddie’s fists clenched by his side. 

“ Sure, sounds fun” Eddie answers through gritted teeth. “ I’ll drop by the invitation” Steve says while she hasn’t said a word to Eddie nor the little boy, really feeling like if she said something then she might say something to piss Eddie off. 

“ Good to see you” Steve brings up his hand tapping it on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“ You too” Eddie says throwing a fake smile towards him, and his gaze move over to her as her expression is unreadable. 

“ Come on honey, we gotta get to the store before the close” he says, pressing his lips against her forehead in front of Eddie. 

“ Bud, it’s almost time for dinner. Why don’t we go wash up and you help mom?” Eddie suggested. 

“ Awe, but I wanted to play more” His son says with a stomp of his foot. 

“ We will play later” Eddie puts his hand on the small of his back pushing him towards the house. “ Bye Uncle Steve, bye girl!” His son says with a small wave as he runs towards the house.

“ Cute kid” she finally says. 

“ Thank you” Eddie replies. But Steve drags her along and out of sight before Eddie kicks an imaginary rock with anger and mutters curse words underneath his breath. How could Steve do that to him? He knew about the fall about between them and yet he chose her to be with out of every other girl in Hawkins?

At dinner he glared down at his food like it was going to burst any minute now and hit him in the face. His hand supported his cheeks as he looked down not wanting to look at his so called wife who was staring at him like she was burning holes into his head. 

His son has finished dinner earlier and excused himself to play in his room. 

“ What’s got you all stiffed up?” She asked, poking at her own food. 

“ It’s nothing” he mumbles like he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’s too angry at what he saw today. 

“ Yeah, no we’re not doing that” She says tapping the table to have him look at her and when he does, his eyes are black as they go and she can see the fire in his eyes that keeps rising. 

“ You wanna tell me why your all angry and moody?” 

His hands clenched in fist on top of the table, looking behind him at his son’s room seeing the door wide open and glancing back at her.

“ I saw her today” he mumbles digging a fork into his food. His wife eyebrows scrunched together trying to figure out who he was talking about. “ Who?” 

“ Y/N” he says. His wife knew about you and how the two of you broke up.

‘ Oh, did she say anything to you?” He shook his head.

“ She’s getting married to Harrington” the surprised look on his wife’s face didn’t overpass him as he nodded his head telling her that he was telling the truth. 

“ I didn’t expect that one” 

“ Neither did I” He sighs placing his fork down at leaning back into his chair.

“They invited us to the wedding, to bring our son too. You too” he says. 

“ What if I don’t want to go to their wedding? What if I don’t want you to even talk to her again?” 

“ Don’t be ridiculous, you like drinking and there will be food there and you can dance. You love to dance” 

“ But she’s your ex girlfriend Eddie, I don’t appreciate my husband being around his ex girlfriend. Let alone her wedding” 

“ Oh grow up will you. She’s in the past” 

“ Is she?” She takes out the same photo that Eddie had been looking at this morning and throws it on the table. “ I noticed this one on top of the dresser. It was on the wall in the bedroom in the corner and now it’s moved.” 

“ It must of fell” Eddie lies glancing down at the photo and picking it up, twirling it in his hands. “ This was a long time ago..” He adds. 

“Then, why don’t you throw it away?” 

“ It’s memories. I can’t do that” he says, setting it down on the table. She purses her lips and crosses her arms across her chest as she sighs. 

“ Admit it, after all these years you’re still hung up on her. You never loved me or appreciated our marriage” 

“ Oh here we go” he says, standing up from the table taking his unfinished food to the kitchen sink where he sets it down knowing she was going to cover it up to save for him when he was hungry. 

“ What? I’m not right, you still think about her, don’t you? It’s been years since you last touched me. We barely share a kiss now and then, you don’t look at me the same as you used to and why? All because of that girl that your so hung up on” 

Eddie leans against the counter with both his hands on the either side staring at his wife. 

“ I’m not hung up on her” He mutters and looks away. 

“ Look me in the eye and tell me she’s nothing to you” Eddie barely made any movements with his head to look towards his wife. He wasn’t going to lie to her anymore.

“ I found the scrapbook under our bed” Eddie gulped knowing what it is. It’s the same scrapbook you had made him of pictures with him, after each date, after each anniversary and anything else that special. He was special to you therefore the scrapbook was a gift to him. He kept it all the years. 

“ You’re not going to say anything? You’re not even denying that I found it” 

“ What do you want me to say?” He asked. 

She stood up from the chair with tears in her eyes and points to herself. 

“ I want you to tell me you love me!” She shouted. “ You married me, we have a son for god sakes together!” She continues. “ I want to save our marriage, Eddie. I do. But this is going downhill and I hate how this is going to affect you after you saw her today.” 

“ It’s not going to affect me. You need to relax and not raise your voice. Our son is in this house, in that room” He points to the bedroom door which is now closed. Eddie had taught his son if there was yelling happening in the house then he should close the door and put his headphones on to listen to music to tune it out. 

“ I love you, Eddie. Please” she begs him with her hands on his chest trying to get him back to her. Back to where he belongs but he can’t do it. 

“ I can’t stand here and lie to you anymore. You don’t deserve it” She steps back with tears rolling down her cheeks staring at him.

“ What are you talking about, Eddie?” 

He looks away as he mutters his next words, shocking her and himself. 

“ I want a divorce” he says. Her mouth drops opened and steps back, blinking her eyes staring at her husband in disbelief. 

“ We can work this out, baby” she says wrapping her arms around his neck but he pushes her hands away. 

“ I’m going for a drive” Eddie says taking his car keys and heads out the door leaving his wife in her own pool of tears while tries to clear his mind. He steps out of the door, taking the packet of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one up as he makes his way to his car. 

He doesn’t know where he’s driving too but ends up at the diner where the light flashes in his eyes as he reads the sign. The colors are bright blue, yellow and orange as he steps out of the car and locking it. He has finished his cigarette by now and drops it on the ground to stop on it as he makes his way to the door. He could use a burger and shake right now. 

He know he was suppose to eat the dinner that his wife had cooked but he had no intention of eating it anymore. 

The door jingles and his ears meet chatter of the people inside and the smell of a good burger hits his nose and his eyes look around, stopping on a figure in the corner of the room munching on a couple of fries. He knows he should look away and not make any eye contact. 

But, she’s sitting there looking really pretty and he wants nothing more than to walk over to her, greet her and sit across from her to enjoy her company. But he’s shifting on his feet. 

“ May I help you, sir?” He turns his head, looking at the girl with her hands folded against her apron, titling her head as she waits for him to talk. 

“ I’ll like a booth” he says. 

“ Follow me sir” she says, waving her hand to get him to follow her in the direction she started to walk to.

Just has he walks past you, your head shoots up to watch him be sitting in the booth next to you with the menu handed to him. He sets the menu on the table as he looks over it while the waitress said she will be right back. She makes her way over to you asking if everything is alright. 

“ Yes, thank you” you grabbed onto another fry from your plate and shove it into your mouth. 

“ You know staring is very rude” he said catching your attention. You look around to make sure he was talking to you and he was when he looked up to catch your eye. 

“ I wasn’t staring” you mumbled once you swallowed your food. 

“ Where’s Harrington?” He asked not seeing Steve with you. 

“ He’s working” you answer him. 

“ Never imagined you’d be getting married to someone like him” your eyes grow into slits on what he was on about. He didn’t know you anymore like he used to. People change. 

“ What is that suppose to mean, Munson? Did I ask your opinion?” 

Eddie chuckled, “ My, my. We have brown some balls, have we? You were into guys like” he motions to himself and his choice of outfit which were a sleeveless Metallica shirt, pair of black jeans with a chain attached on the side and and a pair of black boots on his feet.

“ People change, and their taste can change too. Steve always looked out for me too” 

“ I’m sure he has. Harrington has his ways..” 

“ Just order your food and leave me alone, Munson” 

“ You were looking at me first, buttercup” he says. 

“ Don’t call me that ever again” you hissed. 

“ Buttercup? Does it upset you?” 

“ You’re so annoying, Edward” 

‘ You’re so annoying, Edward” He mocked. “ You’re really a cute little thing, aren’t you?” 

“ Don’t you have a wife that you could bother?” 

“ I’d rather puke my guts out than talk to her” He says. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“ Marriage isn’t your forte, Munson” 

“ It’s a piece of work” he says with a shrug.

“ What did you expect? Rainbows and unicorns?” He chuckled. 

“ You’re food is getting cold, sweetheart” 

He called the waitress over ordering the same thing you had ordered when you call her for the check about done with your food. You weren’t going to talk to him anymore, not when he was trying to slip back in like the two of you were friends or something. 

She drops the check off by you once she gets Eddie’s orders and you hand in back to her with the bills telling her to keep the change. She gladly accepted it telling you how kind you were and walked off. You stood up from your seat and adjusting your shirt. 

“ I’ll see you at the wedding then” Eddie says to you. 

“ Oh? You’re really coming” He nods with a shrug. “ Don’t forget to drop the invitation off, buttercup. I know how sometimes you forget things” he says, a small smirk on his face.

“ Don’t worry, Steve will drop them off first thing tomorrow morning” Eddie frown hoping he’d get to see you again before the wedding which was coming up soon. 

“ Have a goodnight, Munson” you waved to him and h had out the door just in time as Steve’s car pulled up and you greeted him with a kiss when he walked up to you after getting out of his car to open the door for you. 

Eddie watched with a scoff on his face at the interaction between the two of you. Steve didn’t belong with you. It didn’t look right. At least in Eddie’s eyes. 

He watched as Steve closed your door and run to the other side, getting in leaning over to peck your lips before he drove off. Eddie didn’t know he was clenching his fist until the waitress put his plate of food in front of him. It smelled really good but he didn’t have an appetite anymore. 

It was gone. He hated Steve Harrington. 

Robin had kept it a secret from Eddie that you were even seeing Steve Harrington. It felt like another betrayal to him. He thought Robin was his friend and yet he looks at it now, he feels the anger radiate off of him. He didn’t understand why she would keep something like this from him. 

“ She didn’t want you to know” Robin tells him. “ She wanted it to be her own happiness, she didn’t plan to ever tell you if she ever saw you again” she sent an apologetic look towards Eddie as he sat on the couch of her home, he wanted to get some answers. 

“ I would be upset when you would of told me, but I had to find out from him when they walked past my house with my kid in the yard” Robin hummed. 

“ You know Steve didn’t mean to hurt you. He fell in love with Y/N, she’s the best thing that happened to him” 

Eddie’s eyebrows scrunched together as he remembered something. 

“ Wasn’t he going to go back with, Nancy?” He asked, looking over at her while he leaned against the arm rest. 

“ He was, but she chose Jonathan and that broke his heart” 

Eddie nodded looking down into his lap. 

“ She was there for him when he needed someone to lean on, even with me he kept to himself and she saw right through him and they clicked. He knew she wanted a family all along and he swore to her, he would give her a chance be a mother. It was the day he told her he loved her” 

“ Does she love him?” 

Robin smiles remembering the day you told her about it. 

“ She does, and I don’t need you to ruin it Eddie. Did you hear me?” Eddie was too busy in his mind when Robin tried to get his attention. She slapped him in the chest causing him to break his thoughts and glare at her. 

“ Ow.. geez. Thank you for that, I might have aa bruise now” 

“ Don’t be such a baby, Munson. I barely touched you” he lifted up his shirt to inspect where she hit him seeing the red mark on there.

“ Then what do you call this?” He pointed to the spot. 

“ Save your tears, Munson. I asked you did you hear me?” 

“ About what?” She rolled her eyes, with a groan. 

“ It’s like one thing goes in one ear while the other thing goes the other way. I said about you coming between Y/N and Steve. I swear to you on Dustin’s mother that you will have your ass handed to you. Do I make myself clear?” 

He nods his head, rolling his eyes. 

“ Good, now don’t you need to go home?” She points at the clock and his eyes go wide seeing the time. He promised his son he was going to read to him before bed.

“ Shit, see you later Buckely. Don’t be an asshole again and hide things from me” He ruffled her hair and ran out her door. 

“ He’s going to do it, honestly he’s something else’ she says getting up to close the door. 

For the next couple of days Eddie has been seeing Steve and you always together, walking hand in hand, laughing at each other jokes, kissing and hugging each other. It was like the two of you were everywhere. Every time he spotted you, his blood boiled and he ended up pacing back and forth fishing out a cigarette to smoke. 

He hasn’t signed the divorced papers yet but he’s been sleeping in his son’s room on the ground and doesn’t mind it. He sleeping in a sleeping bag he used to have, it’s still good as new. He’s been smoking a pack a day and the only thing he’s been doing is spending time with his son and rereading the invitation that Steve had dropped by shoving it into his own hands. 

“ Don’t wrinkle it or burn it. You’ll need it for the wedding” Steve told him before he left that day. Eddie traces your name with his index finger over and over again. 

“ What’s that, dad?” His son would ask looking over the invitation. 

“ An invitation to Uncle’s Steve wedding, looks like it’s you and me bud” he says, glancing over his son rolling on his back. 

“ We got to get you a new suit”

“ Shopping?” His son asked, scrunching up his nose. 

“ Yeah, bud we need to go” His son groaned. 

“ I hate shopping” 

“ Me too, but I have to get something too” 

“ Will mom come?” He asks. 

“ Do you want to go with your mom?” His son thinks about it and shrugs. “ Mom gets me toys” 

“ Of course she does, how about if you come with me. We can get ice cream, how does that sound.” 

“ Mom says I can’t have a lot of sweets” 

“ Well with me, you can” he pokes his son’s stomach making him giggle, his son moved away being tickles and Eddie knew it. “ Come on, come with daddy to the mall” 

“ Okay, but no tickles!” His son giggled before Eddie picked him and threw him over his shoulder racing to the bathroom to start a bath. 

When it came to the day of the wedding, Eddie was nervous feeling his stomach tie in knots and his heart racing. He felt like he was going to throw up at the thought of you in a brides dress walking down the aisle to marry Steve. 

“ Dad?” His son called out to him. Eddie finished buttoning his vest that he bought. He wasn’t going to add a jacket over thinking it’s too much. The sleeves were up to his elbows and his pants held the chain that he always used, adding his boots as the finishing touch.

“ In here, bud” Eddie says and turned seeing his son walking with a black suit on and his hair was combed back into a low bun like his father had. 

“You look good, bud” 

“ You do too, dad. I like this” he tugged on the vest. 

“Come on, let’s go before we’re late” 

When they arrived where the wedding was going to be held, Eddie was in awe in how beautiful it was. But his heart stopped for am moment seeing the look on Robin’s face when she met his eye. It was a warning glance. But was he going to listen? He wasn’t going to. He can’t stand there and not do something about you marrying Steve. It wasn’t normal to him. Nothing about this was normal. He walks up the steps to meet Robin where he pleaded her with his eyes.

“ I told you not to meddle into this” she says. “ This is their wedding date, Munson.” 

“ I have to try it my way” he says. “ Can you watch my son for a few minutes? I have to talk to Harrington.” 

Robin gives him a look like she’s upset with him.

“ Robin, I still love her and I miss her, terribly. I’ve made a mistake letting her go those years ago. I want to fix it” Robin sighs looking at the doors where you were putting on your wedding dress.

You were going to hate her. 

“ Go” she says placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “ I’ll watch the little nugget” 

“ You’re the best” he says to her racing down the hallway where he had hope it was Steve’s dressing room to put on his suit for the wedding. He tried door to door, finding the bathroom first until he reached one at the end of the hall where he heard voices behind.

He threw the door opened almost flying into the room but catches himself seeing Dustin, Steve, Mike, Will and Jonathan in the room with him.

“ Munson?” Steve asked. “ What are you doing here?” 

“ I need to talk to you” he says looking around the room at the others, “ alone.” 

Steve looks at him skeptical, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants facing Eddie. 

“ What is there to talk about, Munson? I’m getting married in a couple of hours to the love of my life.” 

“ Listen-“ Steve shook his head knowing where this was heading. He knew. 

“ Munson, you lost your chance in having her in your life and I’ve picked up the pieces. I’ve chosen her and I love her. There is nothing you can do to stop it.” 

“ I love her too!” He shouts. “ She was the best thing that happened to me and I screw it all up with one mistake.” 

“ That’s not my problem” Steve says. “ Now you know where the seats are, go and find one with whomever you came with and enjoy the wedding. Our wedding.” 

“ You don’t deserve her” Eddie hisses.

“ And you think you do?” Steve asked. “ Don’t make me laugh, Munson. Your jokes are overrated and boring. Your time had a limit and I’m not going to let you ruin this wedding” 

Eddie growled and threw his hands up as he backed away from Steve and the others in the room still.

“ I’ll just talk to her” he says. Steve turned around quicker than he could blink making his way over to Eddie, getting into his face.

“ You won’t dare talk to my fiancé” 

“ I would” Eddie hisses. Steve’s jaw clenches tight and his fist are to his side. 

Eddie turns around to make his way over to the other side of the hall where you were getting ready to have Steve pull him back by catching his arm and pinning him to the wall with his face squishing against the wall. 

“ I said, you’re not talking to her” 

“ What is the commotion about?” Max walks through the door with El by her side as she stares wide eyed at Steve holding Eddie against the wall. 

“ Steve, let him go” Max says. 

Steve clenches his jaw tight but let’s Eddie go with another glare thrown his way. Eddie adjusted his vest and his shirt and brushes some strands of hair that have fallen behind his ear.

“ What’s going on here?” El asks looking between the two. “ Why are you fighting?” 

“ Don’t tell me he came here thinking he had a chance” Max says looking at Eddie then at Steve.

“ It’s exactly what he was doing” Dustin says. 

Max threw her hands up in the air with an eye roll. 

“ You lost your chance, Eddie. Let her be happy with Steve. They make each other happy and she loves him. Leave her be” 

“ I love her, I don’t want to lose her” Eddie’s voice cracks. 

“ You lost her the moment she became mine” Steve says. Eddie rushes past the girls and down the hall by being chased by Steve, Dustin, Mike and there rest while Eddie desperately was trying to get to you. He threw the door open almost collapsing on the ground.

You were spooked by him, wrapping arms around you scared that it was Steve trying to see you in your wedding dress. But your eyes grew wide seeing that it was Eddie, holding the doors open and out of breath.

But what shocked you the most was that the bodies tackling him to the ground. Steve was one of them. You screamed hiding behind Nancy, Vicky and Erica in hopes that Steve didn’t see you in your dress. It was bad luck. 

“ What are you bozo’s doing?” Erica asked. “ You can’t be in here” she adds. 

“ Especially you, Steve” Nancy says making her way over to him to push him out the door but he held back seeing Eddie wasn’t leaving. 

“ What is he doing here?” Erica pointed towards Eddie. 

Eddie straighten himself out and he said, “ I need to speak with you Y/N” he says. Your eyebrows knit together on why now he wanted to talk to you. Couldn’t he wait after the wedding? 

“ Talk about what?” You asked. 

“ We never got to talk what really happened between us and why I did what I did” he says putting his hands into the pocket of his pants. 

“ Don’t listen to him honey, he’s lying to you and just want to rip us apart” 

“ Steve..” You mumbled. “ I never got the closure I needed, I want to hear him out” 

Steve threw his hands up in the air. 

“ You want to hear him out on our wedding day?” 

“ We still have a few hours before we get married” 

Steve put his hands up and shook his head, “ Do whatever you want.” He left you in the room, with a frown on your face. You didn’t mean to hurt Steve’s feelings but you needed to hear Eddie out. You needed to hear his explanation and you thought it would be good for you. To leave on better terms with him. 

“ Can you give me a minute?” You asked Eddie. “ I need to change and then we can talk” he nods turning around to walk out the door with the rest following. 

“ I hope you know what your doing” Erica says following the rest and closing the door leaving you alone as you changed into something more comfortable. When you were done, you opened the door seeing Eddie was waiting for you against the wall. 

“ Come in” he followed you in, closing the door and he didn’t choose to sit. He felt his palms starting to get sweaty and he felt a little lightheaded when he turned to face you. 

“ Where do I start?” He asks, with a small laugh.

“ Why didn’t you want to have a family with me?” 

He sighed as he rubbed one of his arms up and down. 

“ It’s not that I didn’t want to have a family with you, Y/N. It was more of how I felt like I was going to like my dad. I didn’t want to be a disappointment and disappoint my kid. I had so many thoughts running through my head that day. You kept pushing me and pushing me to be around kids, it’s like you didn’t even stop to think what I thought and wanted. You never sat down and asked” 

“ You aren’t like your father, Eddie. Never. Ever. Not in a million years. I saw the way you treated your son, you aren’t like that monster. Your son adores you.” 

“ He’s my little nugget and the best thing to happen to me since we broke up” 

“ Why didn’t you come find me?” You asked. “ We have the same friends.”

Eddie nodded, “ You’re right. We do. But I was scared that you hated me after we broke up and I broke your heart. I couldn’t bare to look at you to see the hate in your eyes. It would of been too much but you’re right. I should of went to look of you, I should of asked one of our friends to meet up and talk about this..” 

He hung his head, “ God, I missed you and miss you so much.” 

“Why have a kid with her and marry her? Clearly. You’re not happy from what I’ve seen. The only happiness that radiants off of you is when your around your son.” 

“ No one really liked me back then after we broke up, and one night it was a stupid night where I went out to get drunk and danced with this girl which is now my divorce wife well getting there. Things began to happen fast from there and Wayne talked about having responsibilities and she became pregnant and I stuck to her, giving my little bud the best life I could give him.” 

“ You’re divorcing your wife?” He nods. 

“ I’m not as happy as you think I am” he says. 

“ So what are you doing with your life, Eddie? What do you really want?” 

He rose his head to meet your gaze. He’s giving you the look he used to give you all those years when he first fell in love with you. 

“ Don’t look at me like that” you shook your head. “ Not now” 

“ You know he’s not right for you. He’s not what you wanted in life, not a Harrington” 

“ You don’t know me anymore, Eddie. You don’t make decisions for me, besides I love him” 

The words hurt him more than he thought it would. It felt like a knife was digging into his heart. He head was screaming for him to leave, take his son and leave. 

“ What if I told you that I still love you after all these years? What if I told you that your the soulmate for me?” 

“ It’s too late, Eddie. I’m getting married to Steve” 

The door flew opened and a panic looking Dustin ran through the doors. 

“ Steve called off the wedding and sent everyone home” he says. Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you stood up from where you were sitting. 

“ W-what?” You asked, making a run for it down the hall to find where Steve was. You had found him sitting in one of the chairs that the guest were suppose to sit in. 

“ What the hell, Harrington? I thought we were getting married” 

“ I thought we were too” He says, running a hand through his hair before his eyes turned to glance over where you were standing. 

“ Why did you sent everyone home? Why did you cancel our wedding?” 

“ Because I saw the way he looked at you and I saw the way you had hope in your eyes. You still care about him? Do you still love him after all this time? Was I just a pawn in your game?” He asked.

Your eyes glossed over, making your way over to him and standing in front of him in between his legs and cupping his face with your hands. 

“ No, I love you. You know I do” He nods. But it looks like he doesn’t believe you. He leans into your touch, and gives you a smile. 

“ He’s always going to be there until he can swoop in and take you away. I’m not going to handle that when he does.” 

“ Steve” he shook his head standing up from the chair. 

“ You might not say you love him, but there is a connection between the two of you and I see it. I can’t stand and watch this between the two of you” you wiped the tears with the back of your hand and placing a hand on your stomach.

You had found out some news the other day, too scared to tell him right away and wanting to make sure it was the truth.

“ Steve” you gulped fearing at his reaction for the next words, “ I’m pregnant.” 

It looked like a pin could be dropped and it wouldn’t be heard. His eyes grew wide as saucers as his mouth dropped opened from what he just heard. 

“ You c-can’t b-be. We were careful” you nodded your head.

“ We were, but these things happened” he makes his way over to you and places his hands on top of yours. 

“ I will be so mad if your lying to me” he says. 

“ I’m not, you’re going to be a father” 

“ You’re going to be a mother” he says.

“ W-what?” Eddie asks as he stands in the middle of the room. “ You’re pregnant with his child?” He points towards Steve who looks like a Christmas Tree light up on his face from the news. 

“ Yes, Eddie. I’m pregnant” 

Eddie felt the room spinning as he tried to grasp into anything he could hold but it was no use as his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he collapsed on the floor.

“ Eddie!” Steve and you shouted, running towards him. You put his head into your lap tapping his cheeks for him to wake up. You had never in your life see him faint. 

“ Eds, wake up” you kept tapping his cheeks and it was no use. Steve took a turn in slapping his cheeks trying to wake Eddie up.

“ I swear he’s a drama queen” Steve mutters. Eddie’s eyes blink open and he locks eyes with you mumbling along the lines that he’s seeing an angel which he refers is you. 

“ Welcome back” Steve says to Eddie. 

Eddie tried to sit up feeling his head still was a little dizzy, he groaned grabbing his head.

“ Dad!” He heard the sound of his son’s voice before a small pair of arms wrap themselves around Eddie. It was his son.

“ I’m alright, bud” he hugs his son back while you and Steve let him be for now. 

“ Where does this leave us?” You decide to ask Steve. “ I’m not sure about being together, but I will be here for you and the baby… I’m sorry that we didn’t work out.” 

“ I’m sorry we didn’t either, but thank you for loving me all the years I needed you the most” 

He smiles softly, “ Thank you for picking up the pieces and putting me back together.”

“ Always” He wraps his arm around you and kisses the side of your head. 

“ Do you think you’ll end up with Eddie?” 

“ I don’t know, Stevie. He has a lot going on his plate and right now, I want to focus on this little nugget” you placed your hand on your stomach referring to your unborn child. 

“ This baby is going to be so loved” Steve says. 

“ And he has the best parents in the world” 

Steve and you shared a smile. Even though nothing was going to happen between the two of you, he was always going to be there for you. As a friend. 

Weeks go by and Eddie had signed the divorced papers, he had moved out of the house finding an apartment to live in and his son visited him any time he wanted. His son spend most of the time at the apartment. Steve and. You moved into an apartment together where he looked after you, not letting you pick anything up and making sure you were well rested, fed and feeling good. 

Eddie had stopped by multiple times checking in on you and the two of you started to talk a lot again. It felt good to hear him laugh at your stupid jokes again. You never got tired of hearing his laugh. 

The nine months of carrying Steve’s baby has flew by and you were in the back of Steve’s car while he drove to the hospital with Robin showing you how to breath in the back and Eddie sat in the passenger side holding on for dear life as Steve drove. He took turns left and right making the car slide through the streets. 

You screamed out, ready to have this baby out. 

“ Speed on it, dingus!” Robin shouts wincing when you grab onto her shoulder in pain.” Geez, what a grip you have” she mutters while you glare at her. 

“ I’m trying” Steve shouted looking through the review mirror seeing you were screaming in pain. When you arrive at the hospital, both Eddie and Steve carried you from the car to the hospital screaming for a nurse or doctor. 

“ She’s pregnant and ready to pop!” One of the nurses rushed to get you a wheelchair which you were happy to sit in but glared ups at everyone because you were close to having this baby out of you. You were ready to be a mother. 

“ Any day now, I am in pain right now!” 

You hadn’t know how many hours of labor you were in, but Eddie and Steve both stood by your side holding each of your hand. You were crying that you couldn’t push this baby out of you. It was too much and you are ready to pass out.

“ You’re doing so good, buttercup” Eddie says smoothing out your hair. “ I am so proud of you” The sparkle in his eyes encouraged you to push once again and push, holding on dear life of Steve’s hand while squeezing Eddie’s hand. 

Both boys groaned in pain not really expecting you to have such a strong hold on their hands. 

Then they heard it. You heard it.

The baby’s cry. The baby was here. Tears pooled down your cheeks when the baby was handed into your arms wrapped up in a pink blanket. You were shocked seeing how beautiful your child was in your arms. The baby cooed as it opened it’s eyes greeting you for the first time.

“ She’s beautiful” 

“ Just like her mother” Eddie says. 

“ What’s her name?” Eddie asked. 

“ Isabella Harrington” you tell him. Steve’s mouth drops when he hears that you wanted to give his daughter his last name. “ Y/N..” He speaks softly, already crying his eyes out seeing his little girl in your arms. 

“ God, she’s perfect” Steve says, leaning over to watch his daughter in your arms, “ you’re perfect.” Eddie watches as Steve interacts with his child thinking back on the day his son was born and he had the same reaction. He goes to step out to leave you to alone when you call out to him. He turns in time to see that you were giving your little girl over to Steve who happily took Isabella off your arms and began to talk to her as he walked over to the window to give you some privacy.

Eddie walked back over to you, and you grabbed his hand in yours. 

“ You did so good” he says. 

“ Eds.. thank you for being there for me for these past few months, helping me and checking on me” he nods not really knowing where you were going with this but stood there waiting for you to continue. 

“ I was thinking” he hummed as he rose his eyebrow. “ You were thinking…” he hummed with a small chuckle. 

“ If I wasn’t in this hospital bed, I would of flicked you in the forehead” he laughed, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“ But I was thinking that maybe down the line, we could talk about possibly an us happening?” His eyes grew wide when he hears your words and his head bops up and down like a happy golden retriever. 

He kinds was one. 

“ Are you serious?” He asked, making sure you weren’t just pulling his heart strings. 

“ Yes, what do you say?” 

“ I’ll wait as long as you need, buttercup. No need to rush. But I would like to hold Isabella if that’s okay” He says. 

“ Steve” you called out to him. Steve turns in his arms holding his daughter, pouting that he doesn’t want to let her go but walks over to Eddie. 

“ You can look over at her, I get to hold her. Got it?” Steve asked, already being protective dad mode. Eddie laughed as he nodded his head. 

You looked at the two as they interact with your daughter and you can’t help but see a future with them playing with your daughter, and raising her by your side, you can see her growing up to have a big family looking after her. 

“ You know little one, you aren’t seeing any boys until your 30” Steve says. 

“ Every boy has to go through us” Steve agreed while you laugh. A small knock came to the door, Eddie’s son peeked through the doors with Robin too. 

“ Everyone is here waiting to see the baby” she gasped when she saw Steve holding the little blanket holding your daughter in. Her eyes become glossy.

“ Awe, look at dingus and how happy he looks” she says. 

“ Get in here, Robs” Steve says. Eddie waved his son over as the two ran over to look at your daughter. 

“ She’s perfect” Robin gushes. 

“ Just like her mother” Eddie says locking eyes with you, sending you a small wink. 

[1-800-whore4alexturner]

The Dream Synopsis

Alex Turner x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You have a dream that Alex can’t seem to get behind.

Warnings: SMUT!!! (P in V, Oral M and F receiving, squirting, cockwarming), cursing, angst if you squint

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Well we were kissing, it was secret, we had to sneak beyond the kitchen.

Your relationship with Alex was, to say the least, complicated. You had been off and on for some time, both of you not fully ready for commitment. Now, though, you two have officially became a couple; well, at least to the two of you.

Your relationship with him was hidden. Not only from the public, but also from your family and friends, even Miles and the rest of the Monkeys. They didn't know that the chemistry between you two has gone past just casual dating. It was no longer some high school infatuation or a friendship based around occasional texting or phone calls. Now it was a full fledged romance.

It would be your dream to show Alex off. I mean, he’s just the most adoring, loving boyfriend ever. Of course you would want the world to know he was dating you. You didn’t want it because of the fame, of course. I mean, that was one of the couple of reasons why you both chose to keep the relationship hidden. You just wanted to finally be able to be intimate with Alex without the pressure of keeping it behind a wall. Although, this was just a silly dream of yours.

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams.

So, what better way to go after this dream than asking Alex directly? I mean, he always listens to you, so you weren’t too nervous, just a little tense. It was a very touchy subject for the two of you, and you didn’t know what his answer would be. So you started by bringing up the question while enjoying breakfast together one morning.

“Alex, do you think that maybe it’s time we go public with our relationship? I mean, at least to our families and friends.”

He looked surprised, even though you were half expecting that response. “I dunno, I guess, if you really want to. I just can’t imagine having a life like that… Oh god, the press would never let me get away with anything. No, I think we should stick with keeping it hidden. It’s best.”

Of course, you prepared yourself for this reaction, even though it’s not what you wanted. You gave him a soft smile, getting up while softly uttering an “okay.”

He clearly wasn’t agreeing with you moving forward with your plans to become more open.

But hey, it was both of your decision to make. You still loved him. And, in reality, your current relationship plans would work perfectly fine as long as you stayed with Alex. Love means sacrifice, right?

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You and Alex have been officially dating for almost a year now, coming up on your anniversary. God, you would’ve never imagined being here in a committed relationship with your ex-fling.

You and Alex have slowly but surely been moving towards giving hints to friends that you’re dating, but it still is not very clear.

Now, doubts have started appearing in your mind. ‘Why doesn’t he want to show me off?’ ‘Is he not proud of me?’

All these doubtful thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind. Ever since you asked that question a couple months ago, you’ve been weary of brining the topic back up again. You believed that when Alex was ready to go public, he would tell you.

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Finally, it’s your one year anniversary. Of course it was nothing short of amazing. Alex started off the day with the most amazing meal in bed that you both shared together along with kisses. Then, Alex took you strawberry picking, coming home to wash the fruits and cut them into heart shapes, dipping them into melted chocolate together, enjoying them later with a small picnic in your favorite local park.

Now, though, Alex is kissing down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your dripping cunt. His tongue slides across your clit as you both moan, “Ohh, yes. Fuck,” you moan out, finally feeling that long awaited pleasure. He toys around with you clit a little bit longer, slowly flicking and sucking on it. ���Fuck,” you moan out loudly as he finally sticks his hot tongue in your dripping hole.

God, something about him eating you out today is so much different than any other time. It feels more passionate, more emotional. Maybe it’s because it’s your anniversary, or maybe it because he has a surprise you’ll have to earn.

He eats you out like a man starved, prodding and sucking at your seeping cunt until you finally release, your orgasm taking over you. Your legs shake wildly and your whole body trembles with the waves of intense pleasure flowing through your veins. You feel so fucking good. Your muscles twitch as you come hard against his tongue, cumming all over his face.

His tongue laps against your pussy, taking in all of your juices, savoring every taste. “God, babe. You taste so fucking amazing.”

As you recover from your intense orgasm, your eyes wander to the prominent bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. “Well, I think I should repay the favor, don’t you think?” you ask, slowly crawling towards Alex, reaching down to squeeze his boner through his pants.

Slowly, you unzip his pants, pulling them down. With his boxers still on, you play with and squeeze his growing cock.

“Please, baby, just suck my cock.”

Smiling up at him, you swiftly yank down his boxers, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. You let out a soft moan, spitting on his cock and stroking it, lightly sucking the head.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex moans out as he pushes your head down onto his cock, watching as your lips envelop his dick. Slowly, you start bobbing up and down, worshipping every inch of his thick length. “Baby, oh, fuck!” He begins to pull you by the hair, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. His hips move against your mouth, his hand rubbing across your ass.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Alex’s entire body tremble from your warm, wet mouth sucking and licking his thick cock.

The next few minutes are filled with both of you moaning and panting for air. Eventually, Alex slows down his rhythm, releasing his seed in your mouth, then pulling out and cumming the rest all over your face.

God, Alex thought you looked like a fucking angel, a dirty one at that. The urge to just take a photo and share it with everyone he knows was unbelievable, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold, even if that meant not being able to show you off.

You and Alex began to make out once again, his hand cupping and rubbing your cunt while yours was palming his cock, it slowly getting hard again. Soon enough, your hand works its magic, teasing his head and begging him to stick it inside you.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh, babe, I need to be inside you.”

With one swift motion, Alex picks you up, tossing you back towards the headboard and raising your legs to be against the wall.

Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, his cock diving straight into your pussy. You let out a loud, pornographic moan at the feeling of him plunging deep inside you. “Fuuuuuck, yeah, Alex. Fuck me.”

With each thrust, Alex increases his pace, going harder and faster. Soon, his cock slamming into you so hard that you can barely even keep your eyes open. All too soon, you realize you’re nearing another climax, this one far more powerful than the last. And when it hits you, you lose it, crying out loudly as you leak your creamy juice all over his stomach and chest.

With a loud, guttural groan, Alex finally releases his seed into your aching cunt, filling you up. Staying inside you, he maneuvered himself beside you, ending up in the spooning position.

After a few minutes of soft kisses on the cheek while his cock softens inside of you, Alex finally decides to speak.

“So, after a lot of thinking, I’ve decided that you’re right. We should be honest with not only our family and friends, but with the rest of the world about our relationship. To be completely honest, the main reason I didn’t want to go public is because I was scared. I’ve went public with my other relationships way too early and ended up regretting it. I wanted to make sure that I was completely in love with you, and I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. I truly believe we have a future together, maybe getting married and having kids, and I think it’s finally time to show the world how much I adore you, Y/N.”

“Alex. God, I don’t think you understand how happy I am that you said that. I love you so much. And yes, maybe we will get married someday and have kids. I can’t wait for the future, because I know you’re gonna be in it. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters to me” As soon as you say those words, you feel your tummy quiver and contract. That felt good. A lot better than what you expected. You were ready to go let the world know about your relationship, because ultimately, other people’s views don’t matter as long as you’re still in love with Alex.

Isn’t it awful lovely when I talk about my dreams.

[cainnleacghlovers]

My beautiful girl - MØ

Paring: Martin Ødegaard x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even with her hair in rollers, and Bronzer? Contour? Wait, concealer? All over her face, actually, never mind, same thing. Y/N is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and he wants her to know it.

Warnings: Smut (but like really soft smut🥹) and fluff because Martin? Duhhh

“Gotcha you sly bastard!” You cheer, as you finally get the last roller in your hair. You had a habit of getting it stuck, getting frustrated, and instead of gently taking it out, you just rip it out. With half of your hair. Oh well.

You were heading out to lunch with a few friends, and you had the afternoon free (finally) from University. Getting a little glammed up wouldn’t hurt.

Legs crossed, a hot-water bottle draped between your thighs. You can already seen the red patch on your legs from where the heat contrasted the coolness of the London February’s.

Taking a sip of water, and fanning your face, why work out when you can put rollers in your hair? You reach over, hoping you’ll be able to grab your makeup bag without moving, knowing that if you do, you’ll get that weird ‘i just moved now i’m absolutely freezing’ feeling. Grabbing the end of it, you tip the bag over.

Mid fall, you completely regret your decision. Hearing the bag plop on the floor, you cringe.

My Fenty bronzer better not have cracked. You think to yourself.

Lifting the bag, without getting up, scooting on your butt, you inspect the bag. Looks good so far.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips. If there was a fire you’d save the Fenty bronzer, then the Rare Beauty blush, then Martin, and then yourself. Priorities.

As you begin your skin prep, making sure everything is clean. You heard the door open, and a pair of shoes fall to the floor.

A smile stretches across your cheeks, as you apply your moisturiser.

“I’m home kjælighet!” You hear booming up into your shared room.

“Upstairs!” You shout back, your hands moving to find cotton pads as you tip some micellar water onto it, gently rubbing it into your skin.

As you do that, you hear feet stomping up the stairs, and about half way up, there’s a loud noise, with a voice following it. “I’m okay!”

Only Martin, the man who was silk with a football, weaving it through defender and defender, would fall up something so simple as stairs. He was a silly boy, but he was your silly boy.

He stumbled into the room, you checked to see if he had all four limbs. Arm, other arm, leg, other leg. Amazing.

“Did you fall?” You snigger, as his beautiful blue eyes meet yours. His hair a little messy from training. The sun hitting him perfectly. You were one lucky girl.

“Fall for you? Absolutely.” He stated, as he pretends to faint, before sliding on his socks across the wooden floor, and landing beside you as he pulled you in for a hug, careful that he didn’t move your rollers.

Placing kisses all across your face, he pulled away, his tongue hanging out in disgust.

“You taste horrible.” He said, not really mad.

“It’s a gourmet fine wine.” You teased, holding up the bottle in front of him. He was quick to pull you in for another kiss. This one landing on the crown of your forehead, as you melted into his embrace.

Rubbing your hand slowly, he picked up random bits of your makeup.

“Does this all do something different or?” He asked, picking up two of the exact same products. Yes they were the same, but it was on deal. Well, it wasn’t actually on deal. You literally gaslighted yourself into thinking that, knowing you’d cringe if you ever looked at how much you spent in Sephora.

“No I just buy loads of the same stuff, of course it does different stuff.” You retorted. Picking up your primer, squeezing a few drops onto your hands before rubbing it onto your cheeks.

He admired how delicately your fingers moved across your face, and he couldn’t help but smile. God, this boy was in love.

“This is bronzer?” He questioned, his eyebrows peeking up at you as he held your contour stick. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he pronounced ‘bronzer’ his accent making it sound more like ‘bron-steer.’

“Close but no cigar, that’s contour baby.”

“Contour, bronzer. Tomato, Tomato. Same thing.” He huffed. He hated being wrong.

“Forward, right wing. Same thing.” You retorted. He’s explained, how many times? You’d lost count. But you still didn’t get the difference.

He grinned at the joke, and pulled you into him, tickling under your arms. You were a teenage giggling messing fit, as the beautiful boy teased you.

“Martin I have perfect aim of your balls. Let go.” You breathed out, exhausted from the wriggling and wiggling.

“Low blow. Literally.” He joked, making both of you roll on the ground with laughter.

He swore his cheeks were going to fall off from smiling, but your laugh was everything to him. He’d give up everything if he thought it would make you happy.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as he watched you prep your skin for makeup. As you carved out your eyebrows, he bit his lip.

“What do you want?” You teased.

“Can I do your makeup?” He asked.

“Absolutely!” You grinned. Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone touch your makeup, let alone your face, but Martin wasn’t just anybody.

“Well take a seat in the chair.” He joked, raising his eyebrows at you, as he glanced down to his lap.

“Well you behave?” You teased back, sitting down on his lap, his hands protectively finding their way to the small of you back, holding you in place.

“Of course I can. Now let’s get this started!”

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As he pumped foundation onto your face, he stuck his tongue out in concentration as he began to dab it in with a brush.

“Martin baby, that’s the wrong end. Flip it round.” You said, feeling the stick prod into your gums.

“Oh did I hurt you?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort.

“You’d give my orthodontist a heart attack if she thought you were sitting poking at my teeth.” You joked, as he laughed along. This time rubbing the foundation into your face with the soft part. Much better.

As he moved slowly along your face, careful not to hurt you, you leaned your neck the other way, as the tv caught your attention.

“Mhm eyes this way Skatten.” He scolded, as he used his free hand to pull you closer to him by your neck. You couldn’t lie, that erupted butterflies in your stomach, and the ache started between your legs.

“That’s better. I wanna see those pretty eyes, yeah?” He said, looking in your makeup bag, for what he thought was next. Powder.

This was going to be fun.

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As Martin continued across your face, you suddenly didn’t care about going out with your friends. It would be a shitty move to cancel on them, but… coke on now! They’d cancel too if they seen the sight in front of you.

“I’m almost done!” He said, looking about for lipstick. He couldn’t seem to find it.

“Under your ass Martin.” You said, and he lifted himself up to see that the lipstick was in fact, under his ass.

“You could say it was, under my nose this whole time.” He joked, in a weird British accent. You’d watched Bond recently, and he was obsessed was speaking in a weird cryptic tone.

You laughed as his joke literally made no sense.

“There’s no one like you baby.” You said, as you patted his thigh and felt his breath hitch. He knew you noticed, and gave you a sheepish smile, as he uncapped the lipstick.

‘Please don’t smudge that Martin. It’s Morphe.’

As he gently brushed the lipstick across your lips, he couldn’t help but stare at them. You couldn’t help but stare at his.

If this was a movie, everyone would be screaming for you to kiss.

“All done!” He said, clearly chuffed with himself. He helped you up, pulling you out of your day dream, as he dragged you into the bathroom so you could see.

Making eye contact with yourself, you can’t lie, you were impressed. Other than the fact, he forgot mascara, he done a pretty good job.

“I think there’s a career as a Makeup artist in the future. Forget football.” You joked, as he moved closer to you, pushing your back against the counter of the bathroom, as he lifted you up onto it, slotting between your legs. His nose brushed yours, as he placed a light kiss on your lips.

“Oh football was just a stepping stone for me to become a makeup artist. That’s my real passion.” He mumbled against your lips.

Sick of your rollers, one had been digging into your head all day, and it was pissing you off, so you not so elegantly, took them out. Martin seen what you were doing, and after watching a few times, he realised what to do, and helped you with the rest.

As you took the last one out, you put your hands through your hair, as he looked at you. Jaw on the floor.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, wow.” He mumbled against your neck, as he worked his way up softly to your lips.

The kiss was sweet, and full of love, as you two melted into each other. However, the soft moan that left his lips as you lightly rubbed on the strands of hair at his neck, switched his mood.

He bit your lip softly, silently asking you for to open up, as he slid his tongue into your mouth. His tongue met yours.

The kiss was passionate, as Martins hands slowly left the back of your neck, and travelled down to your hips, slightly rubbing them, as he mumbled ‘i love yous’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’ into your mouth.

Rubbing his hands down your thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he hands gripped onto your ass, as he slowly guided both of you onto the bed. Slipping on the way there on your micellar water.

“That stupid micellar water. Tried to poison my earlier, and now it’s trying to break my legs. Absolutely dirty.” He said, making you laugh, as he felt the vibrations in his lips, as his lips made their way down your neck.

As he licked and sucked lightly on your skin, he found that spot above your collarbone, and you moaned, and you felt him smirk against your skin in response.

Untying your robe, he slowly slid it off of your shoulders, placing a kiss to each one, before you moved it out of the way. He trailed back down your body, until he reached the valley of your breast. Nudging his nose slightly, he sucked slightly, feeling your breath hitch, as your back arched against him.

Using his hands, he pushed your hips back down lightly, before he lifted them to push your bra strap off of your shoulder. Placing a kiss there, yet again.

“The back baby.” He said, and you moaned at the nickname. Loving the way it sounded with his accent.

Arching your back, he unclasped your bra, and quickly began his work on your boobs.

Starting with the right, he lightly sucked the skin around your nipple before he took the left nipple in his finger, toying slightly on the hardened bud. He switched his attention to the left, and did the same thing, he did in the right.

As good as this felt, the aching between your legs only increased as the sight of his swollen lips and messy hair.

“Martin please- do something.” You moaned, as he moved his way down to your stomach, playing with the waist band of your shorts.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He said, his boice husky from lust, as you felt his hardened dick across your thigh, only adding to your arousal.

“I don’t care, just t-touch me.” You managed to get out, your hands finding his hair.

“That’s all I needed baby. Now you sit back and look pretty.” He said, flashing you a wink, before he placed a wet kiss on your lips, as he trailed back down your body to your shorts.

“You’re so beautiful. So damn beautiful.” He said. You wouldn’t blushed at the compliment, but the cage was becoming painful and you just wanted him to do something.

He pulled your shorts down your leg, placing light kisses on your hips. He took the top of your panties in his teeth, as he slowly pulled them down your legs, eventually taking them off when his hand, as he placed wet, warm kisses on your inner thighs.

He worked his way up your thigh, giving you one last smile, as his lips found your aching core. Your back arched immediately at the contact, and your thigh closed around his head. He pried them back open with his hands.

He lightly sucked your clit, before trialing his finger up to your dripping pussy. One hand drew patterns in your thighs, and you felt the vibration of his moan against your clit as you tugged on his hair.

“Fuck Martin, that f-feels so g-good.” You managed to get out, that only added fuel to his fire, as he pushed a finger inside of you.

It was embarrassing honestly, how you were such putty under his hands, but god was he good with his tongue.

As he continued to suck on your clit, he added another finger, and he began to pump them out of you painfully slowly.

“Martin p-please.” You begged.

“That’s my name yes.” He replied smugly, as he looked back up at you. His dick twitching in his shorts as he seen your naked body, slightly red from the marks he’d made.

“F-faster.” You begged, eyes at the back of your head, as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He twisted, pushing his fingers back into you at a much faster pace. When he reached the spot he knew you loved, he began to scissors his fingers. He felt your walls clenching tightly around him, and he knew your body better than you.

“Cum all over my finger’s beautiful.” He said, as your orgasm washed over you, and your vision became foggy.

You didn’t even see him move back up, but you felt your lips against his, and you tasted yourself.

“Have I told you you’re so beautiful?” He said, sounding like a broken record. Your favourite broken record though.

“Have I told you you’re really good with your tongue?” You moaned, as you used your hands to tug his t-shirt off. The sight of his abs making you weak, in your already weak knees.

He pulled his shorts off, and he stood there in his boxers, as he pushed a strong thigh in between your legs.

His tongue, which has just been in your dripping pusey, now roamed your mouth. And you began to rub yourself up and down on his thigh.

His breath hitched, as he too, felt the friction between your pussy, and his clothed dick.

Pulling his boxers down, you reached down to give him a few strokes, his eyes closing, and mouth opening as he moaned lightly in response. Leaving down beside your ear, so you could hear him. His slightly damp hair brushing against your forehead.

“You make me f-feel so good baby. No one l-like you.” He moaned, as you seen pre-cum leak from the top of his dick.

“N-need you so-o bad gorgeous.” He breathed out, his forehead resting against yours, as you both panted into each panted mouths.

He slotted himself between your legs, and look down on you to get confirmation. You nodded your heard, unable to speak from the pure pleasure that has washed over you.

“Need you to tell me what you want baby.” He said, as he brushed a piece of curled hair behind your beard, rubbing your cheek lightly, as his eyes looked lovingly into yours.

You never felt closer to him, than in moments like this.

“P-please keeping going Martin.” You breathed out, as your hands rubbed lightly down his toned abdomen.

He wasted no time in pushing into you lightly, giving you both time to adjust. Both of you moaning from the contact. He pushed himself back out of you, and into you again.

“So fucking t-t-tight around me. Always s-so good.” He moaned into your lips, as he pulled you in for a kiss. You back arching off of the bed, as he began to pick up the pace. His lips trailed down to your boobs, and he began to kiss around them.

His hand snakes up to find yours, as he held your hand beside your head. The bed slightly shaking from Martin moving in and out of you.

As he thrusts became sloppier, and less precise. You knew he was close, and that feeling in your stomach returned.

“Cum for me Martin.” You breathed looking into those beautiful blue eyes.

Feeling your eyes on his, he looked into yours, and smiled.

“I love you Y/N. So so much.” He moaned, as your walks began to clench around him.

“I love you too Martin. So so so much.” You moaned back into lips, as he threw a few more sloppy thrusts before he came inside you, muttering nothing but loving words in Norwegian to you, as he played with your clit softly, and it wasn’t long before you too, came around him.

He stayed in you, smiling down at the sight in front of him.

Messy hair, swollen lips. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

As you two both caught your breaths, he pulled out of you, whining at the loss of contact, he collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest.

Rubbing ‘I love you’ into your back, you snuggled into him.

“We need to clean up.” You said, this was your least favourite part of sex.

“Good thing there’s a modern day invention called the shower!” He lightly joked, before picking you up bridal style and heading into the bathroom.

This man was everything to you, and you too, were his everything.

Eehh! I actually really like this!! Let me know if you want a part 2 of the shower scene🤭

[thebluestbluewords]

Anything You Like - the soulmate theology part

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“They’re a gift from God,” Claudine says confidently. “He sends them to us so we know where to find the good people in the world. The ones who are meant for us, for us to love and learn from. That’s why so many parents will mark their children.” 

“That’s stupid,” says Mal, who is eight years old, and has exactly two soulmarks, one from her mother and one from her future-henchman in training, Jafar’s son. “My mom’s the worst of the worst. She’d never let some silly god tell her who to mark.” 

Claudine glares at Mal from behind her thick glasses. The effect is a bit like being glared at by an especially nervous monkey, one of the creepy ones with huge eyes who sometimes come on TV in the hours-long marathons they get of the stupidest children’s shows imaginable. 

With all of the fury in her six-year-old body, Claudine sticks her tongue out at Mal. “Then you’re stupid, and so’s your mom!” 

“My mom could crush you dad like a bug.” Mal says carelessly. “And probably his god too, if he’s wasting his time giving people soulmarks. My dad’s the most powerful god on the island, and he doesn’t have any soulmarks.” 

“That’s because nobody loves him!” Claudine says, full of confidence in her own correctness in a way that only children can be. Mal would punch her teeth in, if she thought she could get away with it. “If God made somebody to care about your dad, he’d have found them by now and you wouldn’t even be here.” 

“Take it back!” 

“No!” 

“Take it back right now or I’m gonna hit you!” Mal shouts, clenching her hands into fists so tight that she can feel the tiny points of her nails start to cut into her palms. “My dad’s the most powerful god on the isle and he’s gonna hurt you if you don’t take it back!” 

Claudine frowns, screwing up her whole face. “My God can protect me,” she says, but they’re a shadow of doubt to her words now, and Mal knows that she can win this. “He’s the most powerful of all time, not just here.” 

Mal, with the honing instincts of a child who has never been told to shut up, goes for blood. 

“Then why don’t you have a soulmark? If your god is so powerful and cool and loves you so much, why didn’t he make anyone who loves you back?” 

“I—“ Claudine sputters, face crumpling behind her glasses. “I— I, um, I’m waiting. For the right person.” 

Mal frowns. She’s more evil when she pretends to care about people first, that’s what her mom says. “I thought your god was supposed to show you the right person. If he didn’t give you anyone, I think it means you’re just an unlovable freak.” 

“You’re mean,” Claudine whispers, her face damp behind the shield of her glasses. “I’m gonna find my person someday, and you’re never gonna get any more soulmarks because you’re mean and  God hates you.” 

Mal laughs. “There’s no god on the island, stupid. Your dad just lies to you because he doesn’t want anyone to know that you’re a freak.” 

Claudine sniffles. “You’re mean and that’s worse.” 

Mal takes a step back. Crying is disgusting and only for babies, and at eight years old, she’s very much not a baby, and being seen with someone who’s crying could hurt her burgeoning schoolyard reputation. Making someone cry because you hit them is one thing, but standing next to someone who’s crying is a sign of weakness, and there’s no space in Mal’s world for acting weak. 

“Says who?” she demands, from a safe distance away. Bullying distance is further than comforting distance, and it should be clear enough to any onlookers which one she’s standing at. 

“My— my dad,” Claudine manages, sucking in an enormous snotty breath. “And all his followers. Being mean is the worst thing ever, that’s what they said.” 

Mal laughs wickedly. Or at least, close to wickedly. She’s still practicing her Evil Laughs. “Well, my mom says that being mean is how you get ahead in the world. And my mom’s the ruler of the isle, and yours is dead, so I’m pretty sure I know better than you.”

[artificeblade]

Tell me about 5, 25, and 27 from those weird writer questions!

AH! Hello! Hi! Howdy!~ My good friend, Gitte. :D This is going to be long read so read at your own leisure.~ For anyone that wants to try their hand at it, here is a link to the post!

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true? Now, I don't know if it's really called a superstition but it's something that happens every. single. time. and you know it too. Chapter 3, there is something about trying to complete that third chapter that is the be-all-end-all of my stories. If I can't get my shit together I nearly give up. I have to take a year or more hiatus on the thing. I work on other stories that end up stopping on that fucking chapter. I can work on other chapters before or after it but god damn CHAPTER THREE. It's my bane of existence. I don't know if it's because it's the critical step after building up everything from the prologue, chapter one and chapter two, that if I can't properly make the characters move from this chapter I'm doomed.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story? Oh my dear friend, you have NO IDEA how any useless details I have about my characters. It's like 80% of my day dreams is thinking of all the little things my characters do and it helps me create more realistic personalities this way. ANYWAYS! Here are a few because I just love all my children characters so much. - Mori likes to connect the dot's on Nobu's freckles, creating little constellations on his skin. He does it with washable marker so it doesn't stay for long but when he is really bored he'll start doing it without thinking about it. Nobu doesn't mind it too much as long as he isn't working on anything. Mori's favorite constellations are a little heart and lopsided dog. -Rota sticks out her tongue when she is very concentrated. She doesn't know where she picked up the habit but if she is focused hard enough she has a little "cat blep". It's not often people catch her doing it but most find it endearing such a serious girl can look so childlike.

-Alyss/Frisk is always moving some part of their hand or feet. They picked up tapping their feet from Cinnamon, making them look like a rabbit as well. Mostly can be caught shaking a pen back and forth between their fingers, even twirling it if they get really lost in thought. If they are idle for too long while standing they start to shift in place. Think early 90's to 00's Sonic animations but not as sassy, haha.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I think, at this point, it has to be Sans. Sans fucking Undertale. I can do light-hearted, wholesome characters. I can do wacky silly characters. I can do super serious and stoic characters. I can do cocky rival/friend characters. And I can do your run-of-the-mill good or bad guy. But give me a character like Sans Undertale and I'm nearly at a lost. I can't do witty. I can't do clever funny. I can't do the thinly-veiled threats like he does and keep it to where only the person he is talking to understands what's going on. It comes off as too try-hard and cringe-y to me. When I try to write Sans upset and mad it's very expressive when in fact I know he'll be damn put together and still making those stupid puns. I'm to honest with how I write my characters when Sans is in fact someone that keeps a whole lot to himself. He has to be near the breaking point to even crack his façade. Anyways, Sans is hard to write as much as I enjoy his character trope so much.

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

Don't Blame Me (Smut)

Summary: if there's one thing that makes Hannibal Lecter lose control, is rudeness.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, past Alana Bloom x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut!

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know! It came out a little different than the ask cause I just don't see Hannibal losing his shit like that hahahahah I hope you like it anyway, anon!

Word Count: 2277

It's common knowledge that one must never miss a Lecter soiree. 

Always one of the most expected events of the year, I was lucky and even grateful to be invited. I've known Hannibal since the years on Hopkins, he'd always been Alana's interesting acquaintance, one I never thought I'd catch the attention of. 

Turns out we have more interests in common than I originally thought. He's a skilled artist, so am I. We both enjoy opera, and love to play instruments, mine being mostly flute and oboe. I could still hear the angelic sound of the harpsichord being played half an hour earlier. Impressive how his fingers glided through the keys, how effortlessly he recorded complex tunes to entertain his guests.

"I missed the days that sparkle in your eyes were directed to me" Alana's jest ringed in my ears, making me jump a little. She chuckled. "Look at you all jumpy. Relax, Y/n. He didn't catch you staring."

"Shut up, Lana" I shoved her playfully, sipping the red wine. "Do not get me started on Will Graham and those puppy eyes. He's staring right now, you know. You should give the poor man a chance."

"Okay, I got it. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore."

"There is no affair." I wish there was, I thought to myself, taking another sip of the wine while I eyed Hannibal from afar, talking to an older woman dressed like a peacock. "I…"

"I noticed your glass is nearly empty, so I fetched you another one" a familiar voice came from behind me, and the glass was abruptly removed from my hand and replaced with a fuller one. I contained my desire to roll my eyes once I saw who the intruder was.

"Frederick. Were you also invited or just crashed the party to feast on good things for once?" I teased, narrowing my eyes while looking at the director of the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. 

"My dear Y/n, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course I was invited. Moreover, I would avoid all this meat if I were you. You never know the provenance, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice, coming closer and almost whispering in my ear. I could not help to actually roll my eyes this time, turning to face him. "I am, after all, restrained to low protein meat, that is."

"You still believe that silly theory that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper? Please, Chilton. I never deemed you to be clever, but this is plain stupidity." I allowed the alcohol to make me more straightforward, chuckling on my words.

"Sticks and stones, little Y/n. Sticks and stones." Chilton teased, stepping away and going to bother someone else with his presence.

"For god's sake, the man is a burden" I whispered to Alana, who cracked at the comment.

"He has always been like this, you know that. I don't fathom why you always allow him to get under your skin."

"I've known Frederick for longer than you, Lana. Believe me, if you give that man a hand, he will most certainly grab your arm, shoulder and everything else you have to offer. Now, if you excuse me, I shall mingle a little bit more before the dinner actually begins. His interaction gave me a sour taste on my tongue."

I clicked my glass to Alana's, walking around the room and chatting to some people. Uninteresting conversations filled my ears and fake smiles made my lips start to tire out, but as soon as Hannibal's chocolate eyes were on me, I felt my entire demeanour change. 

An idea occurred to me as I walked straight to the balcony, hoping he would join me. The night breeze engulfed me and I realized how trapped I was feeling inside that house, with those judgy stares and meaningless conversations. My wine glass remained untouched as I placed it on the strong wood porch, contemplating the cloudless sky.

"Tired of the good old socialization already?" I grunted when I realized that was not the voice I longed to hear, turning back to face Frederick.

"Careful, Chilton. One might say you are stalking me. As far as I remember, that's still a crime." I crossed my arms to show how much I unappreciated his presence, stepping away until my back was against the balcony.

"Come now, what have I done to deserve so much animosity? We used to be colleagues, friends if I dare to be so bold."

"An old dog with difficulty dropping the dry bone he was once given. Are you really that starved, Frederick? That's pitiful." I was aware of how indelicate I was getting, but he was starting to bother me immensely. "If there's one thing you are not, it's bold. Arrogant and extremely annoying, yes. Can't stand to hear a loud no? That checks, too. One must always let go of the past if we wish to evolve. God knows I have."

He dismissed everything I said with a slight wave of his hand, getting closer. I could smell the faint scent of whiskey, imagining that, after the loss of some of his organs, he probably would get drunk much easier. He tried to reach me with his free hand, but awkwardly dropped my glass, causing it to crash a few meters down. 

We were alone and a little far from the other guests. The balcony's door was closed shut. I felt my hands start to tremble a bit, and realized I had to get out of there before things could get out of hand.

"Seriously, Frederick?" I snarled, rolling my eyes. "Playtime is over. Let me through, I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n, I…" he held my wrist with considerable strength, making me gasp. I tried to pull away but he was strong, and before I could snap and finally throw the punch he deserved, a low, deep voice echoed.

"I believe you heard the lady clearly, Dr. Chilton." There was a different gleam in Hannibal's eyes, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Frederick turned paler, letting go of my wrist with haste. "I think you should go. You've had too much wine, I see."

He hesitated, but agreed with a nod, leaving the balcony without looking back. Hannibal stared at him through his shoulder darkly and I released the breath I was holding, my knees would have given out if Hannibal had not held me discreetly, supporting my weight with an arm around my waist.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He inquired, one hand lifting my face so I could look at him. I was so embarrassed. "Do you need a place to rest?"

"Not at all, Hannibal. Do not worry about me, it was just a fright and the wine. I cannot steal the host of his guests."

"Nonsense. Come, I will take you to the guest bedroom. We can enter through the kitchen, so no one will see your state. Please" he pointed to the other door, showing that there was no space to argue, and I just surrendered, allowing him to guide me through the vast kitchen filled with employees working to the elegant guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us. 

I sat on the comfortable mattress, appreciating the shades of cream and white, and the beautiful vintage-like furniture that seemed to complement the place perfectly. I realized then that Hannibal had fallen silent, and I stared at him with worry. He had turned his back to me, leaning on the dresser, breathing a little heavier.

"Hannibal?" I called, getting up and walking towards him, reaching out with my hand on his shoulder. His face was impassive, but he had that same look in his eyes again, something ancient and darker that wides his pupils and pierces his lips tightly.  I allow myself to reach deeper, caressing his strong arm and feeling the muscles tense under his suit. "What is it?"

"He dared to touch you like that" he pointed in a cold tone. "Like you are someone else's property."

My eyes softened as I felt some butterflies in my stomach, and I took the liberty to grab his chin, kissing his cheek tenderly in appreciation.

"Forget about Frederick, he is immature and arrogant. I will call him tomorrow to address this matter."

He still had that predatorial look in his eyes that gave me shivers, though not the way it should. Something in being that much protected by him made me feel dear and precious like an exotic pearl. 

He would not give in, and I felt bold enough to once more kiss his handsome face, this time on his jawline, near his left ear. That caught his attention, and he towered over me, cradling my face with his enormous hands, making my eyes tremble with the feeling of electricity that flowed through my veins. With no hesitation, his lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the hunger for him making my loins combust. 

"I have wanted this for so long…" I murmured against his neck, his fancy perfume invading my nostrils. He smelled so good. 

"As did I, Y/n. You have been in my thoughts a great deal lately" he confessed, making me blush. Impostor syndrome trying to kick in, I avoid the self-degrading thoughts as I delight in his open mouthed kisses in my skin, gasping in pleasure when he lightly bites my shoulder, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would.

"Your guests…" I tried to be reasonable, a dirty smile playing on my lips.

"The dinner will take a little while longer, I'm afraid" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on the lobe with a mischievous deep chuckle. He lifted my dress to my waist, since we didn't really have that much time to spare, and I got rid of my panties, almost tripping on them with my heels and the rush. 

His hand went to my core, testing how wet I was, and he smiled with how soaked I felt. A loud moan echoed through the room and he removed his hand at once, lifting one finger at me as he would chastise a child. I frowned with frustration, lifting my chin to face him.

"We are not supposed to be too loud, Y/n. You do not want the guests to hear us, do you? Imagine the scandal" that made me laugh with pure bliss, nodding in agreement. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Oh, fuck. Is this really happening?

"Yes. Yes, I will" I agreed in haste, and he effortlessly lifted me up, sitting me on the dresser and starting to unzip his pants. I tried to control my breathing and anticipation, pleasuring myself with the vision of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He massaged it with his hand for a few seconds before he towered over me, holding my hips in place while he entered me so painfully slowly I nearly sobbed.

To avoid the loud moans, I bit my left fist, suppressing the sounds as my insides clenched to accommodate him. A joyful smile illustrated his lips, his hair falling over his eyes due to the sweat, and he looked like a Greek statue. I could not avoid the mesmerized stare, melting in admiration, as he leaned to cover my lips with his own one more time, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was famished. Still slowly, he started to move his hips, almost both torturing and indulging me at the same time. I entangled my legs around him, pulling him closer to the point one could swear we were one. He moaned my name, followed by an almost savage growl that sent vibrations through my entire body and, for a while, I regretted how little time we had. He seemed to sense that, rushing his movements until the dresser started to hit the wall and, for a moment, I was certain everyone outside could hear us. 

So much for discretion, I thought, grabbing his broad shoulders while he inserted himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His thumb began to stimulate my clit and, sensing I would begin to cry out at any moment, Hannibal silenced me with his lips, allowing me to moan against his mouth as I felt the tension start to build up in my lower abdomen.

I felt him pull out his cock, replacing it with his skilled fingers, finishing on my thighs. I followed him right after, covering my mouth until my moans were unsteady breaths. 

I hadn't even realized Hannibal had left until he came back from the suite with a hot towel, starting to clean me up. I thanked him with a sweet kiss, doing my best to fix his clothes and hair. We both knew it wouldn't do any good, but he enjoyed my caresses and how I took care of him as well. He took one of my hands — the one Chilton grabbed like a brute earlier — and kissed my wrist, right where small purple bruises began to form. 

"We should go back. Who is going to serve dinner? We're being unforgivably selfish" I taunted, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps you should be my dinner, then" he jested, and I openly laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Later. If you'll have me, that is." I lifted my eyebrows with expectation, staring at his brown irises.

"It would be my pleasure, Y/n" with a last kiss, he went to the bathroom suite to fix his appearance, leaving me with a silly smile and a warm feeling in my chest.

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face.  “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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[yandere--stuck]

Bad Blood - Yandere!Batman x Reader x Yandere!Joker

It wasn't just The Joker who had been watching you. And to a point, you were aware of that.

After all, that just came with the territory of being a minor celebrity within Gotham city. It wasn't often that those considered "famous" in Gotham didn't either have connections to the mafia or were locked up within Arkham or Blackgate. 

As a reporter, you were watched on the news, on the streets - occasionally approached by fans, at parties where you mingled with your peers or made connections. All rather normal, really.

But, there were times when you could just feel it in your bones. You were being watched.

Like in the dark of night, the moon following you on your walk home. Alone. When the light from street lamps bathed everything in orange. The streets empty, the occasional car zooming by. It was then that you had felt watched.

It was understandable, something innate in humans, to feel frightened of the dark and the paranoia of being alone. Our imaginations run wild, and we trick ourselves into thinking that there's something out there with us. Someone following our every move, hiding just out of sight. But, no matter how many times you swore you were being watched, nothing ever happened. No muggings, no stalkers, no threats. When you got back to your apartment, unlocking and then re-locking all six of the locks on your door, you were able to let out a sigh of relief - it was just your own paranoia getting the best of you. You weren't being followed. You could relax, knowing that it was all in your head.

But, it wasn't.

Your paranoia wasn't unfounded. The shiver of your spine at the feeling of being watched wasn't your mind tricking itself. But, of course, even when you'd turn around to try and spot someone, something, you hadn't been able to see him. He had hid in the shadows and crouched atop rooftops, keeping watch over you.

He had done so every night. The moment you left the studio, to when you started your walk, and then headed home. He even stuck around to peer through your window, making sure you were truly safe. It wasn't something any of the Robins or Oracle knew about - it wasn't something they had to know. Well… It's not like he exactly lied about what he was doing during the alotted time of your walk home. But, he also didnt want to admit it, either - not that he thought what he was doing was wrong, but… He just didn't want anyone to be worried. To get the wrong idea. And it rarely took time out of his nightly patrol, just fifteen minutes. It wasn't a big deal.

He was just protecting you. That was just his job. He was supposed to protect the people of Gotham. To protect you. He just had a… Fixation, that's all. And when Bruce gets fixated on something, it's like pulling teeth for him to keep away.

Bruce met you like he does with most reporters - at a charity event. He had seen your stories on the news a few times beforehand, and braced himself for the usual song and dance - Vicki Vale trying to score something on the record for something much juicier and personal than the cause he was donating to, or perhaps Jack Ryder trying to rile him up to get him to throw a fit for a story. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when you treated him like an actual person. Sure, it could be that you were off the clock - but really, when were reporters ever really off the clock?

Most people would bend over backwards to get themselves into Brice Wayne's good graces. But, you… You talked to him like he was no different than anyone else. Maybe a bit reserved, but you had only just met, after all. In spite of this, Bruce found himself able to relax, chatting with you about the party, about your days up to then, your different careers. Bruce felt like he could actually be himself. With you, he wasn't Batman, nor was he billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He was just… Himself.

Him and you.

He decides to stick by your side most of the evening, you and him talking long into the night. About your lives, your worries, your hobbies, your interests. It had been so long since he talked about such personal things with someone, even Alfred. And you understand. You understand his worries of responsibility, the weight of the world among his shoulders, you understand the suffocation of isolation, you under his inability to move on from the trauma of his past, try as he might. You understand. Of course you do…

You acted as someone to vent to. A listening ear. You offered up advice, even if you might not have the right answers to his problem. Sure, you might not know the full extent of his stress, but it's the thought that counts. It's almost like this night was made for you and him. 

Something like, fate - that is, if Bruce had actually believed in something like that.

After that night, he found himself making a point to watch you on the news. The way you talked on the television is how you talked with him that night. Personable, comfortable, familiar. You might not be talking to him directly, but it warms his heart and staves off the icy chill of loneliness.

He went out of his way to find you during other important, publicized events. Most likely, you probably thought it was a coincidence that you kept finding yourself in his company. You most likely thought him as just an acquaintance, nothing more… But, oh, you meant so much to him.

And, oh, when you talked about Batman? Knowing that it was him you were talking about (even if you had no idea)... He'd be lying if it didn't make him a bit flustered. Your praises, the way you saw him as an inspiration, hoping after every mission that he was alright… And when you look into the camera and say to him, to Batman, through the screen, that you wish him a nice night and to be safe…?

God. He was smitten. And, really, that was his biggest mistake.

Feelings just made things complicated. He had learned that a long time ago. That everything he touched and loved was inevitably destroyed. It's why he works alone more often than not. He doesn't want someone getting hurt because of him ever again. Bruce has enemies, and Batman has even more. 

Even if he had tried to reach out to you as Bruce, as himself, who's to say you would have wanted to be with him? Why would someone like you want Bruce Wayne - someone who most of Gotham portrayed as an immature playboy who never got over the death of his parents. While the second part wasn't exactly wrong, the whole playboy thing was just a diversion. But, how in the hell was he supposed to explain that?

It was easier to just let you go. You'd be happier, and more importantly, safer without his presence in your life.

So, he satiated himself on watching you, protecting you from the shadows, and kept himself sane by rewatching footage of you he's stashed within your home and around your apartment building. If he adored you from afar, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

… But now, he's wishing he had just taken the chance. He had been good, had left you alone.

And he watched as the helicopter you were in was shot down. Watched as the recording cut off. Heard as you screamed at the top of your lungs. He replayed what he had seen over and over in his mind, losing himself. Bruce had gone so tense in disbelief and grief and rage that by the time Alfred had brought him back to reality, his nails had dug into the armrest of his loveseat.

He had insisted to himself later that night that  investigating the scene of the crime wasn't fueled by personal connection or any feelings he may have. It was Batman's job. And if he ignores all the other bodies in favor of one that is presumed to be yours, it's just because he notices something different about it from the other's, that's all.

The body was decomposed far beyond that of the others, and had been exposed to the elements longer than the others. And to add onto that, the DNA sample Bruce had collected was matched with a body that had been gone missing from Gotham General.

Bruce's heart fluttered with hope and relief. You were alive, you had to be. But, just as quickly, realization crashed into him. If you were alive, it's only because Joker wanted you to be.

... What was he doing to you?

---

You stared down at the meal the Clown Prince of Crime had prepared for you - well, if you could call heating up a frozen dinner "preparing". It's not like you were exactly in a place to complain, though, considering the predicament you were stuck in.

Counting the time you had spent unconscious and Joker getting you situated and up to speed, it was most likely a few hours since the incident. You were feeling rather hungry… But, in spite of all of The Joker's lovey-dovey talk, you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to not serve you poisoned food. Even worse, however, was that you were still tied up - meaning the clown had to feed you, and you were even more unsure that he wouldn't kill you if you refused to eat.

In spite of the circumstances, and the dingy place you were trapped in, it wasn't exactly the worst. Hell, Joker had even lit up some candles for some mood lighting. Not exactly the worst "date", you had been on, sadly enough.

"Ready for some grub?" The Joker lurched into view, straightening his tie as he shot you a grin. "You must have worked up quite an appetite by now, considering all the excitement!"

You smiled in return, hoping it didn't look too strained as you nodded. You watched as he got his utensils ready, cutting up some of the food into smaller bites. You kept especially close attention on the hand holding a knife - though, it wasn't like you had any way to flee if he had decided to turn it on you.

The Joker stabbed at the food with a fork, setting down the knife, as he moved to raise your meal to your lips, while you attempted not to turn your head away. The fork approached closer and closer, and you tried to rid your mind of awful thoughts, like an eye being ripped out of its socket, implanted on the fork's tongues. But, then, The Joker suddenly stopped.

"Oh, silly me! I almost forgot," The Clown Prince set down the utensils, digging into the inside of his suit. With a flourish, he unveiled a bright, colorful, and clearly plastic flower, holding it out to you. "A present for you, m'dear! Go on, take a whiff."

You shook in your seat. Oh, God. You knew exactly where this was going. He had played you this whole time, like predators played with their food. He had made you think he had developed this obsession with you and managed to lull you into a false sense of security. And just when you were sure you were going to make it out of this situation alive, he planned to hit you with his trademark laughing gas and watch as you died.

You held back tears, shivering with fear and despair. And The Joker looked so happy, so encouraging. You were going to die. You had hit the end of the road.

You leaned forward, taking a breath through your nose-

And jumped, letting out a scream as the ceiling caved in, a dark figure crashing through. You whipped your head to face it- and winced as a small stream of water hit your cheek. Blinking once, twice, three times, you slowly turned to the clown and the trick flower in his hand.

Oh. So, it was just a regular trick flower. Not a deadly one. Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure. Great.

Groaning softly, your whole body went limp. You hung your head, shaking it slowly. Whatever. Whatever happened next, you didn't care. You were too exhausted.

"Aw, c'mon, Bats! Don'tcha know it's rude to upstage someone's act?" Joker asked. "Besides, you weren't invited to our little date night..."

...Batman?

From your periphery, you could see it. See him. 

Oh, thank God. Thank fucking God. You were saved! Batman was going to save you!

All the tiredness seemed to instantly fade as you were overwhelmed with adrenaline and relief. You were saved. You were saved. Batman was going to save you. Batman was going to protect you and make sure you were all right. You didn't have to worry or be scared anymore. Batman would do all of the worrying for you.

"You broke out of Arkham, killed innocent people, and kidnapped the sole survivor after almost killing them, as well," Batman seethed, his voice a growl. "You're going back to Arkham, and I'll be taking them with me, where they'll be safe."

"Hey! First off, the whole helicopter thing wasn't me, it was one of my boys. Well… To be fair, I had intended on killing them when we downed the thing, but eh, two birds with one stone, I suppose. I wouldn't even have been mad about it, if my darling reporter here hadn't almost been hurt in the crash," The Joker moved behind you, making you seize up as he grasped your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "And really, Bats, if this is some kind of jealousy thing, you could always just ask to share."

"You're insane." Batman spat.

"Babes, you really need to get some better material," The Clown tutted. "And I was being honest! I'm actually trying to communicate here," You were suddenly spun around, locking eyes with your hero. You shuddered as the Joker nuzzled you from behind, unable to stop your face from heating up. "What do you think, darling? How's about a three-way date with me and the big bad Bat?"

"I… I-I-" You stuttered, unable to get a coherent thought put as you burned with embarrassment.

Could anyone blame you for having a little  crush on Batman? You'd bet a good majority of Gothamites felt the same toward their dear Dark Knight. Hell, you'd even bet that some of the Rogues that the Caped Crusader went up against had feelings for him. It was pretty obvious the Joker did, at least.

And the Joker… He was a monster. A criminal. But, the time you've spent with him… Well, you could better understand how Dr. Quinnzel fell for the man. Despite your knowledge of the horrible crimes he committed, the way he treated you so kindly, it was hard to not get flustered, to not feel special. It was hard to ignore his humor, his affection for you, his pet names, his sweet gestures- no, no. This- this was ridiculous. You had to stop. You weren't thinking straight.

"Get your hands off of them!" The Bat spat.

"But I don't wanna!" Joker let out an exaggerated whine, before descending into giggles. Painted lips brushed against your neck. "Besides, I don't think they want me to…"

You felt hypersensitive, the brush of the Clown's lips drawing a whine from your throat.

Your eyes shot open wide as a pained scream ripped from Joker. You turned as best you could, watching the man stumble back, clutching his hand - a batarang sticking piercing through it, blood bubbling up from the wound and dripping to the floor.

The Joker hissed, bristling with rage. "Bats, why you-!"

In an instant, Batman shot put his batclaw, the claw digging into The Joker's suit, before retracting. The Joker stumbled as he rocketed forward, his face immediately colliding with Batman's fist. Before he could fall back, the Dark Knight caught him by the throat and squeezed. The Clown wheeled and coughed in shock at the closing of his windpipe and his desperation to breathe. The Bat slowly lifted another fist - and hit the other man so hard that even you winced. You watched as Joker fell onto his back with a low groan. The Batman stood above him, glowering and breathing heavily as he looked down on his nemesis.

"Batsy, babe… Ya know I love it when you play rough, but Jesus, warn a guy first, will ya?" The Joker laughed wearily, seemingly in a daze. 

Sneering, Batman grabbed his nemesis by his coat, tossing him aside onto his stomach. His foot came down to stomp onto his arm, making the other man whimper, and the Bat reached down to rip the batarang free from his hand, and in turn, ripping a scream from Joker's throat. Pulling out a pair of batcuffs, the Caped Crusader roughly restrained the man's arms, before lifting him to his feet.

"Careful with the merchandise…" The Joker grumbled.

With a second pair of cuffs, the Bat attached one of the cuffs to the Joker's ankle, the Clown laughing as he attempted to kick at the Bat to heed his progress, and then the other to a metal support pillar protruding from the floor.

And then, in the next instant, Batman was at your side, diligently working to free you from the shackles that bound you. As the restraints loosened, you took in a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. You tried to stand, only for your legs to give out from under you - you had spent so long in that position that your legs had fallen asleep - but it was okay. Batman caught you. He caught you and he held you and pulled you into a hug. A gloved hand petted your hair soothingly.

"It's okay. You're safe, you're okay," The Bat rumbled. "I've got you."

This. This was what you loved most about The Batman. As much as he was revered for the fear he struck into the heart of evil, how he acted as a phantom in the night, fighting back against the criminals that roamed Gotham in the night… What you loved most was what came after. Your interviews with survivors of criminal attacks are what made you grow a fondness for the Dark Knight. How comforting they said he was. How he reassured them, made them feel safe. When he was there, they knew everything was okay. They knew they were safe. That everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

And you melted into his hold.

He continued to murmur reassurances as he began to massage your legs until the static feeling went away and you found the strength to stand - and even then, he let you lean against him as you walked out into the night together.

"You'll pay for this, Bats," The Joker spat, expression dark… Until he locked eyes with you, and his visage softened. "How about same time next week, love?"

Before you could think of responding, Batman pulled out of the building and far, far away from the madman within.

---

Bruce had to fight to keep his driving steady. His body was flooded with adrenaline and his heart rabitted a mile a minute. His entire being felt electric.

He had touched you, held you. And you held him back, reassured and calmed by him. It was everything he had dreamed of. You had leaned against for support and let him help you climb into the batmobile.

He had managed to track The Joker down to one of his usual hideouts that he and Harley stayed at - an old, abandoned amusement park that had been sold to him. Well, would have been sold to him, if he hadn't killed the owner of the property before they could seal the deal.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. You, resting your head against the window, eyes shut as you tried to get some rest after everything you had been through. You could rest for as long as you liked. He was here now. Bruce would keep you safe.

Bruce took his usual shortcut into the batcave, driving into a cave opening just outside the manor, and you lifted your head, startled by the sudden turn and shift in light behind your eyes.

"Batman, where are we?"

Home.

You gasped as restraints wrapped over your ligaments, tying you down to the seat.

Bruce knew this was wrong. But, after such a long career as the Batman, he had learned that he often had to do the wrong thing in order to get the right outcome. He really wished there was any other way… But, you had a target on your head now. You'd be safe with him. He'd keep you deep within the batcave and visit you often. 

You sputtered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief and… Betrayal. Bruce hated the thought of you looking at him like that. He leaned over, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt you shiver under his touch.

He'd get you settled and comfortable. He'd reveal his true self to you at some point, but that was for later. You had been through enough for one night.

"You're safe now." Bruce lied promised. "I've got you."

[sighingsiren-tales]

4 hours later...

Trying to stick to my word.

Should I make Freaky Friday a thing? (Story themed day)

Word Count: 5.6k

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“Where in fucks name do you think you’re going?” Jin questions with no real malice. 

You turn around slightly, barely looking over your shoulder before you scoff and pour another glass of wine for yourself. 

“Nowhere” you mumble sourly. 

Seokjin walks around to face you, leaning down, so that his face was but a hair away from you. He scans your expression and your outfit; As his eyes pass over you, you suddenly feel so silly. 

“Your makeup and dress say otherwise”. 

You shoot him a glare. Pushing off the barstool, slightly annoyed, you go to the fridge to grab something to munch on angrily. You hope the vigorous hewing will curb your anger; You grab a green apple, tossing it in the air once before closing the fridge and looking up at Jin with the most nonchalant expression that you could muster. 

“I got stood up” Your words were as dry as the evening. 

His eyes narrow.

“Stood up?” He questions. 

The words sound foreign on his tongue but you are sure he knows the meaning. 

You nod your head once, curtly, before taking another angry bite out of the apple. 

“Do you not know what ‘I got stood-up’ means?” You must say, that was quite bitchy. 

Seokjin does not flinch. 

“Look at my face, look at its perfection, contemplate its beauty” He poses. 

You roll your eyes.

“Are we nearing the point?”. 

“Ignoring that. Given my” He strikes another pose. 

“Assets. Do you really think I know the meaning of such words?”. 

You glare at him ready to fire back but, upon further reflection, what could you truly say to that? Jin was gorgeous, even to the blind. You visibly sag, dropping the bitchy exterior. 

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“It’s been two hours and he hasn’t even attempted to contact me” You mumble the words, as if they’re a shame to get out. 

Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it. 

Seokjin pulls up a stool to sit by you. 

“Not that now is the right time, but did you seriously cut ties with me for a guy who didn’t even show up?”.

Ah, Seokjin and his brutal honesty; Even if the timing was terrible, he’s right. 

“I cut ties with you because I wanted more than just sex”.

To that, Seokjin was absolutely quiet and truth be told, you expected it. You didn’t think he would answer you nor did you think he would jump to your defense at the first sight of your sadness. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable silence that followed, more like a welcome break from words.

After a few moments of quiet, Seokjin spoke up. 

“Question, what kind of bear is best?” He spoke in his best Jim impersonating Dwight from the office impression. 

It was your favorite sitcom and you looked up at him with a hint of a smile on your features. He could see your eyes twinkle, for only a half a second, but that alone was enough to keep up the bit. He kept a straight face, speaking before you could even answer. 

“False, black bear”.

You giggle, pushing at his shoulder which caused his facade to crack for just a moment, a hint of a smile peaking through. 

“Fact: bears eat beets” He spoke, annunciating  obnoxiously.

You both look at each other for a moment, fighting smiles. 

“Bears, Beets, Battle star galactica” You both finished together, earning him a hearty laugh from you.

He smiles at the sound. That was one reason why you always loved being around Jin, sex or not; He always knew how to make you laugh regardless of the situation. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, watching random episodes of the office and giggling at every joke that was made. Slowly but surely, the air was changing to a much less sad and pathetic vibe the longer you sat there watching videos with Jin on his phone. The longer you stay there with him, the more that you seem to relax and revert back to a state of happiness. Your stress seems to melt away and whenever he felt you devolved back into unwelcome seriousness, his finger tickled you back into happy submission. In those moments filled with fits of laughter, you remembered with a fierce vengeance why you adored Seokjin as you did; His smile and mannerisms could light up a room like nothing else. A part of you selfishly wanted that smile and happiness to belong solely to you. Now, would you make that known? Probably not but in these few moments of bliss You allow yourself a few seconds to believe your deepest desire is true; You were almost lost to it. 

That was until the doorbell rang.

 Your head turns towards the door, your stomach bubbling in both anger and anxiety at the thought of it being Hyungmin. Hell, what would you do if it was Hyungmin? Jin looked at you for a split second and the look you shared means you both know who was behind that door. He does not allow you the chance; He rises quickly, going to the door, shirtless nonetheless. He grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open ,giving you no time to mentally prepare yourself as he revealed Hyungmin. The aforementioned stood there looking as cool as a cucumber; By his lack of remorse, he doesn’t even appear to care about the time of night it was . 

“Hi!” Seokjin’s tone is overly cheery. 

You’re almost concerned about what he would do. Almost.

Before Hyungmin could get a word out, Jin starts speaking again:

“Yeah, so sorry, but she’s busy” His words drip with mock sympathy. 

You hide a chuckle at the fake sympathy that Jin was trying to conjure up.  The not as handsome guy in front of him furrows his eyebrows in confusion as your stomach did the most complicated gymnastics routine your brain could think of; He was nearly four hours late and still had the gaul to show up at your doorstep? Was this even a real attempt to take you out or was he just trying to get in your pants? Who did he think he was?

“Doing what?” He deadpanned, obviously not buying it.

Jin turns around quickly, giving you a glance over his shoulder with a quick smirk. 

“Nosey one isn’t he?” The glint in his eye is dangerous and playful, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the audacious intruder.

Even through his playful exterior, you had been around and been with Seokjin long enough that you could sense the hint of jealousy masked in his words. 

Jin does not give you the time to respond, not that you planned on adding to the encounter. The wine was making its presence known quite fiercely, your head swims and you can not bring yourself to keep your composure. The name of the game? Try not to laugh. Only half of his name left your lips, a half-assed attempt at speech before Jin turned back around to face the date that had stood you up; Just like that, Jin was in control of the convo. He was the elder here, of us all.

“I said she’s busy” His true annoyance interlocks with his tone. 

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“Lovely, then allow me to introduce myself ” Jin straightens his spine; He is easily looking down on the man in front of him. The bass returns to his voice. 

“Hello there! I’m a decent guy who doesn’t make a woman wait for four hours for a lousy date which, in your case, is code for a half-assed attempt at pussy”. 

No one speaks.

Hyung-Min’s face is unreadable. After another moment or two you decide to pipe up. 

“You were supposed to be here at 7, Hyung-Min”.

Hyungmin is quiet at first, looking to you and then back to Seokjin. Something in Jim’s expression causes him to bristle, scoffing before chuckling slightly in disbelief. Before he can compose himself enough to speak, Jin is on the attack again. 

“If you truly knew how late you were, almost 4 hours in case you forgot, you would not offer any sorry ass arguments. Come to think of it, I see the cowardly lack of an apology”. 

His tone was final and left absolutely no room for argument; His insults were calculated and all were true. 

“And worse, the audacity of still showing up with the expectation of something”.

The finality in his voice and the way he was standing up for your honor was an absolute turn on; It wasn’t kosher but the fact that Jin was outraged at someone mistreating you was sweet. The fact that he stood up for you in spite of the fact that he liked you. This all confirms what you already had a sneaking suspicion of: Jin has a permanent place in your heart. Some part of you would always adore him, forever. You had only wished he did this all the time and not just at spotty moments of emotion; You love the passion, but you love consistency more. If Jin was going to be there for you, you wanted the consistency, the commitment. 

While you’re chewing on that, Hyungmin remains absolutely silent, not responding to the obvious and just staring at Jin. Your knight, who has proven himself to be rather merciless when called for, seems emboldened.

“Also, who picks someone up for a date at” Seokjin pauses to turn around, asking you for the time sweetly; His demeanor changes completely when he looks at you. He’s smiling, genuinely and his eyes hold a certain tenderness.

“Time check beautiful?” That beautiful and all knowing smirk on his face. 

You look him over once quickly, or so you thought; The alcohol definitely slows your reaction time. Your lips turn upwards at his soft handling of you or from the beautiful view of a shirtless Seokjin. When you finally come to and open your phone to check the time, Seokjin notes his observations: 

"Don’t look at me like that while the bozo is still here, it isn’t polite”.

You bit back a smile at his antics, keeping yourself in check the best you could. But truthfully, you were giddy. He was standing up for you in such a profound way; To see how he stepped up to try to lighten your mood was heartwarming.  Seokjin, forever the charmer. Remembering reality, you tell him it was nearly 11pm and he gives you a quick wink. 

“Thanks sweetheart” With that he turns away from you, his voice lowering as he speaks to the man in front of him. 

“At 11pm? If you just want your dick wet, go elsewhere” Jin’s words didn’t shock you, he’s always been a smartass, but his tone was not one for joking. You could tell that he was dead serious about every word that left his mouth. 

Hyung-Min begins to look uncomfortable and at this, Jin makes a smug sound, emanating from deep within his chest as if he had gotten confirmation on who the alpha male was. Truth be told, everyone in the vicinity knew who the alpha male was, including you. 

“Before I tell you about yourself, accept the excuse of ‘she’s busy’ and leave” Jin’s voice lowered back down to his normal, melodic octave, though with a rough edge to it, an edge that made you shiver. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, tracing over the muscles of his back and the proportions of his broad shoulders. His smooth unblemished skin, toned arms with a face sculpted by the Goddess. Did you just lick your lips in front of Hyungmin? 

What was the name of that wine, again?

Hyung-Min’s spine begins to straighten, as if he’s had enough of his manhood being invalidated by Jin talking down to him. 

“If she doesn’t want to see me, say that. Don’t tell me she’s busy when she’s clearly not. I’m not fucking blind” Hyungmin counters, his tone does nothing to hide his irritation. 

Jin lets out a harsh laugh, a bark almost. 

“Amazing, I almost believed you gave a fuck about her. You’re a theater major aren’t you?” The sentence is accompanied by a breathy laugh. 

“Accounting, actually”. 

Jin waves his hand in the air. 

“Who really gives a shit. Why are you still here? Go on” He clicks his tongue and tilts his chin upwards. 

“Off you trot”. 

Hyung-Min’s hands balled into fists at his side. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”. 

Jin takes a step forward; They’re chest to chest. 

“The guy who’s to show her the difference between a boy and a man. I’d return the question if I cared”. 

"Fuck that, Babygirl c'mon. We have better things to do then stay here".

You raise a brow. Who the fuck was Babygirl? Not I, said the cat. (Hint, YOU'RE the cat): Before oyu can respond Jin beats you to the punch

“I said she’s busy” He growls. 

You felt your entire being shift when you heard that sound come from Jin. Did he just growl? Jin rarely shows anger so that growl was palpable. 

“Accept the excuse before I hurt your feelings”. 

“I can see her right the fuck there, I know she’s not busy” Hyung-Min counters, his voice louder than before. 

“You can not be this deft” Jin mumbles before he huffs out a laugh. 

“Trust me, after this I’m going to get on her ass in more ways than one about her dating standards. Men like you are unacceptable”. 

Hyung-Min rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches before he’s looking over at you, past Jin’s shoulder. You barely feel the need to make eye contact with him. All you can think of is the shirtless Adonis who was standing up for you. You don’t even meet his eyes; Your gaze is fixated on Seokjin.

“Your parents ever taught you to look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you?”. 

Hyungmin grits his teeth, nearing his limit as his ears flare red. As if he realizes how childish he’s being, he laughs, though you can tell it is out of frustration. 

“I’m sure she had nothing better planned than our date this evening” Hyungmin shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance and slight disgust as he let out a humorless laugh. 

His arrogance was repulsive; He hadn’t apologized once, didn't even showed remorse and he still expected you to go out with him. What a fucking prick. He originally was going to be a quick fuck and nothing more, but no dick could champion this behavior. 

“That’s where you’re wrong” Jin pauses to look back at you and the heat of his gaze is familiar.

And, though the night proves to be full of surprises, nothing in the world could prepare you for the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth next. 

“I have a few inches of something that’ll keep her busy for the next few hours. Enjoy your night!”. 

You barely saw the look of absolute disbelief on Hyung-Min’s face before Jin slammed the door in it and power walked back over to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. 

“Whew, all that bullshit made me thirsty”.

“Jin, what in fucks name did you just do?” You asked quite confused and even a bit scared, though the chuckle between your statement did not make it seem so. 

Maybe it was because Hyung-Min was popular at college as you didn’t need people labeling you as a slut because of this or worse. But then again, Hyung-Min was a notorious man whore so, it could technically cancel out any rumor that started about you, right? Jin walks over to you slowly, taking a few gulps of the water before capping it and setting it down on the table next to you. Stalking up to you with the determination of a man on a mission, he grabs your face in his hands. He scans your face once, then twice before his gaze drops to your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, then your lips before he brings his lips closer to yours. 

Your noses brush against each other. 

“This okay?”. 

You didn’t need to think about it; You nod. 

With that, He kisses you passionately, letting his lips meet yours over and over again. You smile against his lips; He was always in a hurry to kiss you.  As his hands smoothed down the side of your neck, his thumbs brushed over your jaw; You never knew that Jin held that much passion underneath that goofy exterior of his but the proof was there in the swipes of his tongue against your own, the soft feel of his lips. You feel his length digging into your stomach and it takes all you have to swallow your moans. Could you ever resist Jin? Truly? 

You let your hands enclose around his wrist as you stand up, letting the kiss overtake you in ways that you hadn’t felt in months. You pull yourself closer to him, able to feel the heat emanating off of him through the thin material of your dress. Your nipples seem to slide against his chest in ways that make your brain fog. 

“Did you hear what I told him?” He asks once he’s able to pull himself away, slightly out of breath. 

The kiss left you with absolutely words;  You were only able to nod weakly with his coaxing.

“Speak” he commands firmly but gently, pulling you closer to him with a large hand tugging on your hips. 

“Yes, I did” Your voice is barely a whisper.

His eyes pass over you once, then twice before a hand snuck down, underneath your ass. You gasp but he only pulls you closer by the handful; His lips go straight for yours again. All too soon, his tongue disappears.

“Repeat it back to me, I need to be sure you heard me” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it. 

You immediately feel your skin and cheeks heat up; You knew what it was that Jin wanted. He wanted you to say it.

 It was a few times before that he got like that, wanting  to hear every single moment of him driving you crazy. He wanted you to say the dirtiest things, he loved to hear it in your voice. 

But what he loved even more to make you watch it happen.

Bottomline, the sex was always amazing when he got riled up and so, you did as he commanded and complained very little. 

Of course, nothing is so easy with Seokjin. 

“Oh, now you don’t have bass in your voice?” His expression is nothing short of a mix of amused and aroused. 

You let your fingers dance up his arms, admiring the veins that trail down the sides of his forearms before letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders. Gripping the back of your neck, he let his gaze flutter down to your lips before locking your gaze again. 

“What did I say?” He asks again, this time while he was much closer to your lips.

You felt yourself consciously raising on your tiptoes as you let your arm hook around his neck, your gaze fixated on his lips. He pulls back a bit, just out of reach. It’s a distance you know he’ll willingly close if you say it. Now or never, right? 

“Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that you have a few inches of something that could keep me busy” You whisper as you drop your head to his chest, hiding there for a moment as you contemplate your next move. 

Your palm hovers over his print before you get the confidence to grab it. 

Looking up at him from underneath pretty lashes you say: 

“I could only imagine this was what you meant”.

“Hmm” he sounds, using a single finger to trace underneath your chin; Your lips are easily accessible and your gaze was firmly on him. 

“You gonna make a liar out of me?” He asks softly, his lips now only a hair away from your own. 

You shook your head moving to close the distance between you two, though Jin resisted. With a slight smile on his face he confirms“no?” and you parrot the monosyllable before finally closing the distance between you two; He lets you. 

Seokjin knows what to do with you before you even get the chance for the words to pass your lips. The second that you let your fingers skim across his chest, Seokjin lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest, grabbing at your hips and pulling them into his. 

 You whine when you meet his hardness poking right into your stomach. The only reason you pull away, is to sigh pleasurably as Jin’s kisses move down your neck at the slowest possible pace. He lets out a low sound when you move against him, gripping at the biceps of his arm and silently begging him to continue. 

“Grind on it”. 

His gruff voice and large hand palming your ass, makes you liable to do whatever he wishes; Not that you were complaining. You roll your hips, and he lets out a low curse, bucking up into you for just a moment before he composes himself.

He pulls away from your neck with a wet sound and, with a dark look in his eyes, pulls you down on the nearby couch, situating you in his lap. His hands went to your waist almost immediately, smoothing their way down your hips and thighs. 

“I love when you touch me” your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean back, giving him a perfect view of your figure. 

“I want to remind you why no one can fuck you like I can”. 

Your fingers dance across his thighs. 

“Well, I suppose the outfit won’t be a waste then”. 

It took all of a few minutes for Jin’s hands to reach your upper thighs, the hem of your dress. His hands rest on your thighs before moving up your body, pushing the dress upwards and along with it. You can barely protest, letting him raise the dress to right above your navel. Bare, looking absolutely pathetic and desperate while you dripped onto Jin’s sweats.

A finger slides in, slow and gentle; He barely feels the need to take off your panties and just pushes them aside instead. You gush around him greedily and make the most lewd noises around his fingers. You squirm in his lap, his erection pressing into your backside. Another finger comes to circle your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder; Jin had the most magical fingers. You roll your hips in tandem with his fingers. 

“I want to see your pretty face when you cum”. 

No time is wasted; His fingers slow to a stop and you turn to face him. The way he was looking at you at this moment? You were beyond elated that Hyungmin wasn’t the one between your legs tonight.

You look down at him with what you were sure was a heavy lidded gaze, filled with lust. Jin gladly returns your fervor, matching its intensity easily.

“Any reason why you’re staring me down?” He whispers as he leaned up to kiss the slope of your neck while his hand caressed your waist, encouraging and working you to roll your hips in his lap. 

“Mm” You sound, allowing yourself to relax so you could better feel his lips against your neck. 

The second you let out a moan that sounds dangerously close to his name, Jin presses a hand to the slight arch of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses your neck feverishly. He tugs at the waistband of your thong, letting his lips leave your neck so that he could whisper in your ear.

“As sexy as these are, I want them off”.

You make a move to get up but his hand on your ass stops you. Jin looks you straight in the eyes. You can read his mischievous gaze and, in a moment, he tugs hard enough that the material snaps in two.

A smug smirk of victory.

The sting of getting your panties ripped off your body was more than overshadowed by the overpowering lust you felt capsize your boat. You lean forward eagerly and meet Jin’s lips, kissing him with every ounce of passion you have. You let your hand trail down his chest and abs, manicured nails trailing down the flexing muscles before reaching the outline of his dick. You grab him, slowly letting your hand glide across the print. You moan deeply at the feeling; He was hard as a rock for you. He pulls away from your kiss to hiss his pleasure and you take that as your opportunity, sucking and kissing on his neck as you let your hands slip underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. You could hear his breathing become heavy as you let your hand glide up and down his length, spreading the pre cum generously across his tip. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingertips and palm are sticky, but you couldn't care less. 

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop fucking with me and just ride me”.

His voice was so deliciously low, so melodious, so sexy; You could barely contain your moan.

“I can not believe you were going to fuck that boy” He accentuated the last of his words with a firm grab of your bare ass. 

His fingers dance over your clit, alternating the pressure as he relishes in how quickly you wet his palm, how sticky his fingers are.

When your thumb swipes over the head of his dick, Jin hisses once more before shoving his pants down his thighs and letting you hover over him. You pull away from the crook of his neck, admiring the marks that you had made. Seokjin let a single eyebrow raise as he looks you over. 

“I need anything?” He asks darkly and you immediately know what he was asking. 

You shook your head, telling him no. Unplanned kids are a super big no-no for you. An amused smirk crosses his lips as he leans up, his hands feeling their way up your waist before caressing your back. 

“You want me to go in raw?” He husks in your ear. 

You could only pull him closer, too aroused to even create sentences. You only grind on him, allowing your slick to drip out onto his length as you grind yourself against him. It feels like forever before you finally sink down on Seokjin, easily sliding down his length and landing comfortably in his lap. He lets out a shuddering moan, muttering something about how wet you were before letting both hands caress the flesh of your ass, lifting you slightly so he could settle himself properly. He swears under his breath before he grabs your ass. He bucks up for a moment and your head drops to his shoulder as you whine out your pleasure. You unconsciously spread your legs, letting him in deeper as you turn his lap into a slip and slide. You move your hips slowly, taking your time rolling them before grinding down on Jin. You felt Jin set his thrusts in time with your hips, pushing in as deep as he could go and letting out low, subtle moans as he enjoys the way he slides against your walls, hugged on all sides. Bracing your hands on his chest, you let yourself raise and fall on him as slowly as you can possibly handle. His lower lip was now caught between his teeth as he worked on matching your intensity; You could see his abs clench with every single movement and the way that he would look at you when he pushed in deep just to see the response that you gave was absolutely lethal. He watches you gush and whine over his cock, letting one hand brush across your navel as you moan his name. That same hand travels downward, its intention clear. He lets his fingers dance up, down and all around your clit, making a mess of you almost immediately. You were letting out loud whines of his name as he continued to move his fingers against your clit. You buck and whine to no use; Seokjin doesn’t care about overstimulation; he’s focused on making you cum harder than he ever has. 

“Seokjin” You call for him, hoping that he knows what you need from him without you saying it. 

Pressing a hand to the small of your back, he cleverly maneuvers you so that your upper half is pressed against him fully with his arm sandwiched between you too. 

“Easy baby, let me work”. 

He thrusts into you easily, his thrusts hitting exactly where you needed them to, over and over and over again.  You let out low moans of his name in quick succession, as if you could say anything else. His pace was picking up in speed and intensity, his skin slapping against yours as loud as ever.  Had you been less lust-stricken, you’d care about the lewd sounds. You widen your legs more, hoping to take all that Seokjin was willing to give you. 

“If I ever find out that you go to guys like that for dick when you have me right here, you’re not leaving my room for days” His words were a promise that you knew he would uphold and you knew that without him having to say any more on the topic.

“No more of that shit, alright?” His voice was softer now, diluted by his lust but tender and mixed with another emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

“No more” You readily agreed, your voice low and breathy.

In a moment, you’re flipped onto your back against the cushions of the couch. His hips piston in and out of you at a pace you almost can’t comprehend. Your legs hook around his hips and lock at the ankles. He lets his moans flow freely and you can do nothing but hang on and moan his praises in his ear. For a second, he pulls back and stills. His eyes soften for just a moment as he looks you over and the sight softens your heart; Your hand comes up to his cheek, fingertips brush across his God-like features, his jawline before stopping at his lips. He holds your gaze before kissing your fingertips. 

“Hi” The monosyllabic word is shy, soft. 

Jin smiles leaning down to connect your lips once more before returning the greeting. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs so that he could stand with him still inside of you. 

You let out a surprised yelp followed by a short laugh as he walked with you to his room. He was still inside of you, emphasized by the slow purposeful steps he took. Since you couldn’t resist, you let your arms hang loosely around his shoulders as you grind against him. He let out a giggle just as you both made it to his room. 

“You always get needy before you come” he teases before setting you down against the soft pillows of his bed and he, reluctantly, slips out. You whine about your discontent but he shushes you.

“I got you baby” He assures.

And, he does. With that, he was hovering over you and sliding in between your thighs with slippery ease once again. 

His thrusts were slow and lazy, but so deep and calculated that you knew you weren’t going to last long at all. Pushing your head back against the pillows, your nails pushing into the skin of his upper back, you let Jin do as he pleased; You knew that he knew you well enough that even while doing as he liked, you would still cum. Grabbing your leg, you lifted it to drape over his shoulder, holding onto it as he drove in deeper and deeper. 

“Jin, deeper” You moaned darkly. 

He chuckled, kissing the skin of your breast quickly before moving over to your ear. 

“How much deeper do you want me angel?” He asked, knowing full well that you couldn’t answer with the way he was working you. 

You could feel the coil turning in your lower stomach and you needed nothing more than for Seokjin to keep going. You let your other leg raise slightly, spreading them so that you could feel absolutely everything. Jin let out a low sound at that action. 

“Keep them just like that” He commanded. 

Holding onto the skin of your thighs, he drives himself deeper and harder, the skin of his pelvis brushing your clit every time he dove back in. You were a whining, moaning mess, saying anything that came to mind as Seokjin used you as he pleased. He was getting louder, full moans escaping his throat now. You let out a mantra of his name, calling to him over and over again as you felt your body about to cum. Jin let his head drop to your shoulder, a single arm going under you and curling around your waist as he began to stroke faster and harder. You were barely able to tell him anything before you came, the sensation hitting you like a freight train. Jin didn’t let up though; He continued, letting out a few more much less subtle moans before he pushed in as deep as he could go, riding out his high as well. You felt as if you were walking on clouds at the moment, Jin laying on top of you comfortably as you both just let the world fade away for a bit, heavy breathing mingling with the others.

“Do you wanna, maybe, do this with, like, only each other?” He asked almost shyly. 

You looked down at Jin, a shy smile on his face as he awaited your answer. 

“Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” You ask skeptically, unable to contain the smile on your face.

He leans up and kiss your lips quickly before responding.

“As long as I get to be the girlfriend”.