#I can’t decide between either of them I love them both so much 😭😭

[dressycobra7]

(I can't remember if I've asked you this in the past but!!)

You get to drag one character into the real modern world. Who is it and how badly is it going

oh you have Anon! I forget if I ever answered it or not so I’ll answer this one:

ummm ok so this may not be surprising BUT I’d probably bring either Reiner or Levi to uhh our world (Aot is my current obsession ok leave me alone 😭)

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

[pleasehelpmeimfying]

Could I ask for sub Aventurine? Maybe he is really in his head with work and wants to not think anymore so reader pampers them and gets them in subspace? Idk up to you 💙🩵

LMFAO TURNS OUT I DONT FULLY UNDERSTAND WHAT SUBSPACE IS😭 so I’ll try my best LMFAOOO BUT ILL MAKE THE FIC SCRUMPTIOUS 😍.

(No fonts due to my lack of storage. Mb goober :( )

{Amab!sub!Aventurine, possible Aventurine OOC. Angst if you squint hard enough. Amab!top!reader, blowjob, Aventurine receiving, Shitty rushed fic. Definitely gonna edit the story line later 💀…}

Read at your own risk.

Working day in and day out. Barely any time for breaks or self pleasure. It’s either something going terribly wrong or more idiots with little common sense fucking something up.

His work was never done. Aventurine just wanted a break, something to look forward to. The lack of sleep caused bags to slowly form under his eyes. The more he became more irritable, the more he was losing his mind in this work space.

Aventurine was reading over some delays that was recently reported, to focused in his paperwork to notice you entering his office with his favorite meal. Slowly you walked towards your lover with a small smile gracing your lips. You took advantage on how.. distracted he was.

You placed the food on a nearby shelf, slowly making your way behind him. Did he suspect a thing? Absolutely not, and it was amazing. Once you made it behind him you wasted no time to cup his face from the back and give him gentle kisses all over the left side of his face.

Did it startle him? Oh absolutely. Aventurine momentarily frozen in place, quickly recovering to a sly smile and weak chuckling. He should’ve known your ass would pull some shit like this. Yet he couldn’t resist melting into your warmth! You treated him all to well, and deep down he was still confused why anyone would choose to love someone like him.

“Aventurine, how long have you been working? You haven’t been home in a while.. I was getting worried something.. might’ve happened.”

Your worry and concern for his well being made his heart grow and grow. Filling up with unthinkable amount of love just for you. How long has it been since you held him? How long was it since he felt your love? To long perhaps. Still his eyes lingered at the work in front of him. Staring up at him with blank areas still to fill out.

Aventurine let out a stifled breath. His annoyance slowly creeping back at him. He just needed a little more time to finish before he was sure he wasn’t sure this man was dying rn that he was done for the night. Regretfully he would say the same thing as he did all those others times before.

“Hm, I need to get back to this. I swear I’m almost done my love. Just need more time..”

Genuinely you weren’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. Blocking him out with a playful smile. Then before he knew it, your guided his face to look at yours and placed more deeper kisses on his gorgeous face. Luring him to you. Did he care? Nahh..

You moved a bit away, taking your hands off his face. He felt his heart drop. Just a little bit! Before he saw you push his chair further from his desk so you could get better access to him. That damn back side of the chair was killing you slowly 💀.

“Your eyes.. you look so tried baby. I can’t allow you to keep working like this. How about we go home and get some rest, yea?”

Aventurine did NOT feel like moving. He just wanted to just slump against his chair. Though he would rather die than tell you that. So let’s put on that infamous poker face shall we?

He looked at you and gave you a smile. Weakly nodding in an attempt to play through his false facade. Did your bitch ass notice it? Yes and it was both concerning and hilarious. So you decided to cup his face one more time and bless his ears with your words. And in between words you kept squishing his face:3

“Second thought.. how bout we stay here just a little while longer. Relax a bit before you rush back home.”

Aventurine didn’t know what to do. First you wanted to go and now you wanna stay? Eh, he’ll just go with the flow. Though your hands felt so warm and soft. Once again he melted into your touch.. Then his mind wondered to places it shouldn’t have. First ranging to sweet thoughts, then to some more.. let’s say delusional thinking. Next thing you know as he has a ranging boner.

He knew that you knew about his problem. Probably why he turned into a whining mess in the next 42 minutes..

Hands tangled in your locks as he kept buckling into your mouth. Aventurine bit biting his bottom lips as muffled whines were forced out of his throat. Tears ready to spill at any moment as you kept going. Slurping his length without much care as your hands forced his thighs apart.

“<Y/N>.. please! I c-can’t hold- Nmmph! Hold I-It!♡︎”

Your mouth was warm and wet it almost made him go crazy. Aventurine didn’t know how your jaw wasn’t in agony by now. Forgot that thought, his lower half was absolutely being destroyed by you. Legs shaking as he tugged your hair one last time before combusting in your sweet mouth.

A gurgled moan slipped through Aventurine throat as the tears finally spilt. Back arching as his legs kept opening and closing. He just didn’t know what to do, what a poor baby.

“Shitshitshitshitshit… OohhHH! MmpPHH♡︎!”

His mind went completely blank. Not a single thought resided in that beautiful brain of his. Only tears and pleasure clouded his mind. He didn’t even notice you take his cock out of your mouth. He was just to fucked out honestly.

Aventurine body was twitching as he took deep breaths, trying to hold to some kind of saintly.

Maybe he would’ve finish his work later if he even remembered.

[halsteadlover]

𝐌𝐫. & 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: you and Jay finally got married but even on your weeding day you can’t seem to be able to keep your hands off each other so you sneak out during the party to have a quick rendezvous.

• Warnings: smut (18+), dirty talking, lots of cursing, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex (don’t be like them fellas!!!), semi-public sex, so much fluff you’ll drown in it.

• Word count: 7800.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+ minors stay away. I’m actually shit at writing summaries y’all can tell. I’m so excited for this fic so y’all better eat this up 😭 I really hope you’ll like it, please let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog, it’d mean the world. Stay safe and love you all xx

“And I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

It was surreal.

You and Jay were finally husband and wife and you couldn't believe it.

“I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he had whispered on your lips when you exchanged your first kiss as husband and wife, your heart bursting with joy and happiness.

On the way to the wedding venue Jay did nothing but kiss and caress your ring finger, still in disbelief you really decided to marry him. You were his, forever.

You couldn’t stop grinning.

Everything seemed more beautiful. The colors were brighter, the air cleaner, the sky bluer, the trees greener.

Everyone present including colleagues, friends, family could see how happy you both were, how much you doted on each other, how much you were in love. There wasn’t anyone who hadn't thought at least once how much they would’ve liked to experience a love like yours. So pure, genuine, crazy, overwhelming.

Jay didn't take his eyes or hands off of you for even a second.

He kept looking at you and the more he saw you smiling, laughing, so happy and carefree, the more he couldn't contain his disbelief. God, he would’ve given you the fucking moon if it meant always seeing that smile on your face. You were so unbelievably beautiful especially in that white dress, which hugged your body so perfectly it seemed to be sewn on you.

My wife.

My wife.

My wife.

He kept repeating in his mind.

How the hell did he get so lucky?

His hand circled your hips with a firm, possessive grip, while his thumb caressed the fabric of the dress that covered your skin. He couldn’t help but stealing kisses from you from time to time, between a ‘congratulations’ and another, whispering how much he loved you and how fabulous you looked in your wedding dress.

“Did I already tell you how stunning you are, my love?” Jay asked as his eyes ran up and down your body, holding you to him with so much passion and desire you felt like you were dying in his arms.

You both had inaugurated the dance floor by doing the first dance and while those present watched the scene with emotion, some of your relatives took videos with their cell phones, unaware of the things that Jay was whispering to you and just seeing with how much adoration you looked at each other.

You smiled as you talked, slowly swaying to the song’s rhythm, unaware of how much your eyes sparkled as you looked at him. He looked at you with just as much admiration, his cheeks aching from how much he was smiling, his heart exploding with joy. Even someone blind could tell how much that man loved and adored you, how much he venerated you, how much he worshiped the land you walked on.

“You're not half bad either Mr Halstead,” you replied with a cheeky smile, unable to take your eyes off him and how wonderfully the suit he was wearing looked on him “God, I just want to rip your clothes off right now,” you continued, not realizing you had actually said it out loud.

Jay's arms tightened around your hips, pulling you further into his body and trying to hide how that one sentence made him feel. “Baby don't talk to me like that… I'm already trying so hard not to drag you away right now. You really want to make me lose my mind?” He warned you in a low tone, his lips brushing your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. He then sighed with frustration making you chuckle. “I don't think I can last the whole day.”

The song came to an end before you could respond and before you knew it everybody was drunkly dancing around you.

Your feet were sore as you and Jay danced with friends and relatives and you would’ve paid gold to take off those damned torture machines.

Seriously, why did heels have to hurt so much?

You were hot, sweaty but happy, like you had never been before. Jay wasn't much for dancing so he eventually went to talk to some other guests but he was having the time of his life and couldn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you dance, the way your body moved to the music, the way your curves were hugged by your wedding dress, the the way you sprayed happiness from every pore.

The love he felt for you was so unconditional, powerful and intense in such a way it took the air out of his lungs, it made the blood boil in his veins, it consumed him deeply, burned him from inside.

He had never once in his life felt anything like this, not until he met you. It felt like constantly being punched in the stomach every time you looked or smiled at him, it felt like his heart skipped a beat every time he heard your laugh, making it dance to that melody he couldn't wait to hear for the rest of his life. That kind of love was so profound that even when you were sad or cried, he felt like a piece of him was being ripped out of his body, especially when he couldn’t do anything to make you feel better.

He lived for you, breathed for you only, to a point he couldn’t even function when you weren’t by his side.

“Okay, okay, enough, I'd like to dance with my wife now,” Jay's voice made you turn and you almost tripped over your own feet when your eyes landed on him.

He was standing behind you, looking at you with a gorgeous and mischievous smile on his lips, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. He exuded confidence from every pore of his body and you couldn’t even explain how you managed to get that man. He was so charming, so dreamy and insanely hot, he completely took your breath away.

My husband.

Wow. How the hell did I get so lucky?

You smiled at him and the friend you were dancing with raised her hands in surrender. “She’s all yours Halstead but treat her right or I’ll kill you.”

His eyes traveled down your body, running his tongue over his bottom lip after biting it as his gaze devoured you with so much intensity and desire that every cell in your body lit up on fire. “She’s in excellent hands Clara, don't worry.”

“Ugh you’re disgusting. Stop eye-fucking my friend in front of me.”

You laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, now looking at Clara. “Can you blame me? C’mon look at her.”

“I’m still here and I can here you, you know,” you intervened, giggling as your arm encircled his hips too.

“I'm watching you Halstead, just remember that,” she warned him with an amused look and pointing her finger at him before walking away and going to grab another drink.

Jay then let you go and turned your body to his, holding out a hand towards you, finally meeting your gaze again. “Would you give me the honor of this dance, Mrs Halstead?”.

The way that name slipped from his lips made you melt like a snowman under the heat of the sun's rays, God how much you loved the way it sounded.

Mrs Halstead. Fuck me.

“The honor is all mine Mr. Halstead,” You grabbed his hand and before you knew it you were already pressed against his chest while his arms wrapped again around your hips possessively, almost as if he was afraid to let you go.

“My gorgeous wife” he whispered while swaying to the rhythm of the music. A rush of shivers ran down your spine forming goosebumps all over your skin. “Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy? I’m so obsessed with you baby.”

His lips left small, sweet kisses on your lips, making you have a hard time to respond. You giggled as his beard tickled you meanwhile he planted chaste kisses along your cheek and neck. He inhaled your scent deeply, a scent he’d never could live without.

“And I’m so obsessed with you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands slid down the small of your back, resting chastely on your ass. “You make me so insanely happy Mr Halstead.”

Anyone who saw you two would say you were just a beautiful couple dancing happily on the best day of their lives.

But the things Jay was whispering in your ear were far from innocent, they would’ve made even a porn star blush.

“God I can't wait to take this dress off you,” he had said as your bodies moved in time to the music. He had turned you around, pressing your back against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. There was a lively song playing at the moment, the bass so loud you could hear it across the room and you couldn't deny you were grinding against him more sensually than you would other times on purpose.

You couldn't control yourself, not when it came to him.

Jay had the ability to make you give in with just two simple words whispered in your ear. Normally you couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a long time, your sexual chemistry had always been high and this moment was no different. You wanted him so badly you almost forgot you were on the dance floor celebrating your wedding.

You almost moaned when you felt his erection pressed against your ass, hard and sore, repressing the instinct to get on your knees and pull down his pants in front of everyone.

“Baby,” he murmured against your ear, leaving wet kisses on your neck. “God the things I would do to you now…”

Your stomach tightened in a vice as the heat in your lower abdomen continued to expand. “Tell me darling. What would you do to me now?” You replied in a question, pressing your ass further against his dick.

God I hope no one notices.

Jay let out a sigh that went straight to your pussy, making your legs clench in desire. “Fuck please stop, I can't take this anymore,” his arms tightened around your hips even more, as if trying to let out the frustration. He felt like he was exploding and the more you kept grinding against him, so sensually to the music’s rhythm, the more he wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you in front of all the guests.

You turned towards him again, placing your hands on his chest and caressing him slowly and sensually while batting your eyelashes seductively as you looked at him.

Jay thought he’d come in his pants just from the way you were looking at him.

His eyes were now hungrily fixed on your lips, which he wanted so desperately wrapped around his hard dick.

“So?” You urged with a smirk on your lipstick-covered lips. “What would you do to me baby?”.

Jay placed his hands on your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “You really want to know what I would do to my wife right now?”.

You were so desperate you nodded as if you were possessed, God, you would’ve done anything that man asked you. That man that was now your husband.

It's so surreal.

He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down your body for a moment, quickly but at the same time imprinting every detail of how that dress looked on you in his memory, before returning his eyes to your face and tracing with them the outline of your lips.

“It would be better if I showed her, don't you think?” he whispered against your lips, making you forget again you were in public and not just the two of you.

“Wouldn't it be better if I just showed her the way I would take off her dress and get on my knees for her? Wouldn't it be better if I showed her how much I want and desire her by licking her pussy and every bit and drop of her wetness until her legs tremble? By fucking her so hard until we both forget our names? By being buried so deep inside that sweet little cunt of hers that she’s gonna feel me for days?”.

He pressed his lips on yours in a chaste and sweet kiss, in stark contrast with the things he was saying to you. “And show her how hard I am inside my pants just by looking at her in this dress? Show her how happy I am that she’s my wife? That I get to keep her forever?”.

That's it.

You slightly pulled away from him and grabbed his hand before leading him away from the dance floor and out of the wedding reception, not caring if someone actually saw you two leave. Your free hand held the edge of your dress as the two of you walked down the hall. He followed you like a puppy, a stupid, inebriated smile on his lips, his body quivering with anticipation and frenzy.

You arrived in front of a door that marked ‘storage room’ on its nameplate and looked around noticing that no one was there. You opened the door and pulled Jay inside with you and before you could even fully turn towards him, his hands were already on your face and his lips had captured yours in a kiss that took the breath out of your lungs.

He closed the door with his feet as he devoured you in a passionate and devastating kiss. Never letting you go, he removed one hand from your face before locking the door, returning his full attention to you immediately after.

He didn't know why but that was one of the most beautiful and breathtaking kiss you had ever exchanged, so overwhelming it made his knees weak and his stomach twist.

It may have been the fact that was the first real and passionate kiss as a married couple, maybe it was because he could finally call you his wife, because he could do this for the rest of his life, but all of this drove him like crazy.

“God I want you so much baby,” you breathed out in a little moment of separation. He didn't give you room to do or say anything else because he started kissing you again so intensely that a hit train would’ve been less crushing.

You slightly parted your lips and his tongue slid in your mouth without hesitation as they moved in sync against each other. Your dragged your hands along his chest, touching every bit of his body you could reach, almost shaking from the frenzy and desire of wanting to touch his heated skin.

A deep moan vibrated in his throat when you sucked on his tongue, making him lose that shred of sanity he had left. He pushed you against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he continued to kiss you passionately and greedily.

“You'll be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips as he planted kisses up your jaw and down to your neck. His tongue wet your skin as he nibbled it, his lips sucking at the same time making you gasp and writhe in pleasure. “I want to fucking rip this dress off you.”

You giggled – since the feeling was pretty much reciprocated – eyes still half closed as you enjoyed the sensation his lips gave you. “Don't you dare, it was expensive as fuck.”

He suddenly pulled away from you and a cold feeling took over you at that distance. His eyes traveled down your body and how your wedding dress hugged every single curve perfectly, fuck, it felt like it had been sculpted on you, like it was made just for you to wear.

He just wanted to take a good look at you, imprint in his memory every single detail of you in your white wedding dress.

But the way he looked at you, God. He was like a predator about to haunt his prey, glaring at it with desire, ready to capture it and devour its flesh with voracity and hunger. You felt so beautiful, like you could rule the world, like you were unstoppable, and you could only thank your husband for that.

“Fuck baby…” His chest rising and falling heavily due to that ardent kiss. He bit his bottom lip so hard he thought it’d start bleeding. He shook his head slightly as he continued to look at you lustfully, as if he could hardly believe you really existed, that you were actually his. “My beautiful, perfect wife…” He sighed. “I could just come from looking at you damn it.”

You pulled him back to you by the collar of his jacket and had to use all the strength you had in your body not to tear it off him along with that shirt. You kissed him again as your hands roamed down his body. You just couldn't take it anymore, you felt you’d explode soon or later if you didn't have him immediately.

You slipped his jacket off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor and hastily unbuttoned his shirt, eager to finally touch him, feel his skin against yours.

He did the same, unzipping your dress and you pulled away as he helped you step out of it. You didn't care if it got dirty or even ripped, you were just eager to finally have him, to feel him, your mind too foggy to think about anything other than Jay. But he took your dress instead of dropping it on the floor and placed it on an empty chair there.

This gesture made you smile with happiness and with every passing second you couldn't help but think about how you couldn't have chosen a better man to be your husband.

It was only then that Jay realized what you were wearing underneath your wedding dress, that vision alone almost making him fall unconscious on the floor. You were wearing one of the sexiest and most breathtaking white lingerie he had ever seen you wear and this made him regret not dragging you out that dance floor sooner.

My fucking wife.

“Baby… Jesus Christ…” he sighed heavily as he looked at you with so much lust and hunger, his mouth and his eyes wide open. “You… Wow… You’re so fucking beautiful… Holy shit…”

“I guess you like it then,” you giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed his hands, pulling him back to you. He wasted no time touching you, caressing your curves and sliding his hand down your back until he grabbed your ass. He squeezed and massaged it with so much passion you were sure he’d leave some marks.

“Is this what you were hiding from me under that dress? Fuck if I had known I would’ve fucked you on that damn dance floor in front of everyone.” He started to grind his pelvis with yours and making you moan when his hard dick pressed against your intimacy.

“Jay please…” you sighed as he continued to grind against you, making you lose your mind. God you wanted him so much you it hurt.

His lips kept brushing his lips against yours, pulling back when you tried to kiss him and chuckling at your frustration.

“My sweet beautiful wife,” he murmured and placed his lips on your neck, on that particular spot that he knew made you lose your mind. A small moan left your mouth as he began to lick and suck at your skin again and you tilted your head, giving him more access. “I can't wait to be inside you.”

You grabbed his face and pressed your mouth on his, kissing him voraciously and passionately. It was like you were burning inside, as if your soul was trying to escape from inside your body and merge with his.

You had reached the point where you couldn't hold on for a second longer, you wanted your husband, you wanted him to take you there against those cold walls while all the guests danced in the wedding reception unaware of what you were doing.

You frantically unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers and freeing his hard erection, after sliding his shirt down his arms and leaving him naked in all his glory. You wrapped your hand around his erected dick and he let out a throaty moan, so fucking sexy you found yourself squeezing your legs together for some relief.

“Fuck yes…” he groaned as he struggled to continue kissing you while your hand pumped up and down on his dick. “I want to fuck this pretty mouth so bad,” he placed a hand on your cheek as his thumb caressed your lips. You took it into your mouth, licking and sucking it while your eyes were fixed on his.

He stopped when another loud moan left his mouth and he tilted his head back, his mind too clouded with pleasure. “Shh… You don’t want anyone to hear us don’t you love?” You smirked as you let go of his thumb.

“I don't give a fuck, I just need you,” he whimpered in an increasingly desperate tone.

“Yeah? How bad do you need me baby? Tell me,” you whispered sensually, biting his bottom lip as you slowed the pace of your hand and earning a frustrated verse from him.

“Fuck… Stop playing with me,” he warned you while at the same time his hips buckled up to meet your hand’s motion. You drew imaginary circles on his tip with your thumb, wet from the stain of precum. “Fucking tease,” he hissed before kissing you again. It was a sloppy and messy kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, your saliva mixing with each other.

“Now get on your knees.”

Your pussy clenched at the sound of those words and you were never so happy to obey. You were about to kneel down but before you could, he picked up his jacket from the ground and placed it in front of you, making you smile like an idiot.

If there was one thing that Jay cared about more than anything it was knowing that you were comfortable, everything else came second and this was one of the many things you loved about him: how thoughtful and caring he was, even at certain times you always came first.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You kissed him sweetly, making him smile.

“It’ll be better for you since I put a ring on that finger.” He chuckled. “And I love you so much more.”

Your heart exploded in your chest and you kissed him one last time before kneeling down, your eyes still in his as he watched with attention every little movement you made.

You jerked him off again before moving your face closer to his dick, sticking your tongue out and he almost fainted… Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of that moment so badly, he would’ve printed it out and hung it all over your home because that vision alone was pure heaven.

Maybe it wasn't a proper thing to do to compare the image of you with his dick in your hand and your tongue sticking out to heaven, but he was too distracted to think about it.

A deep, guttural moan escaped his mouth as you traced a long wet line with your tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, which went straight to his pussy, forcing you to squeeze your legs together again.

“Ah holy shit…” he sighed, breaking off with another moan when you drew circles on his tip with your tongue just as you had done with your thumb not long before, tasting the saltiness of the leaking precum. “Fuck baby please stop torturing me…”

You smirked before wrapping your lips around his veiny dick and taking it fully into your mouth, starting a steady rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered in pleasure as the heat of your mouth enveloped him. His eyes were half closed, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to maintain control and not make any noises. But it was so fucking hard, especially when your eyes were looking at him with so much sensuality they took the air out of his chest, not when your mouth was making him more ecstatic than any drug that existed.

“Yeah baby just like that… Oh yes… My sweet girl…”

He threw his head back, giving you a perfect view of his neck, his prominent jawline and veins and that alone was one of the hottest, sexiest things you had ever seen in your entire life.

His moans filled that little storage room and you hoped for a second no one was passing by or they would’ve surely heard him, but this thought immediately vanished, too caught up to his pleasure to care about the rest of the world.

Jay began to move his hips, fucking your mouth and hitting the back of your throat with the tip of his dick. “Shit, shit…” he loudly moaned “God you’re so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

And it was true.

You were so breathtakingly beautiful. Especially with your watery eyes, the mascara running down your cheeks, your lips swollen and pink as they continued to grind on his shaft, back and forth, again and again.

You tried not to gag while he continued to fuck your throat with particular voracity but it was almost impossible, just as it was becoming difficult to breathe as his dick kept completely filling your mouth.

“Y-yes baby… Oh fuck… That mouth of yours will be the death of me.”

Even though you were the one on your knees, you felt so powerful. Damn it, how much you loved knowing you were the only one who could make him feel this way, that you were the only one whose mouth he could fuck so mercilessly it almost made you choke on his dick, knowing that his moans, his sighs and whimpers were only and solely for you, knowing that it was only you who was making him lose his mind so badly.

He placed a hand on your head, threading his fingers into your styled hair, tugging and making you moan onto his dick. God you loved it when he did that, and he knew it.

Sensing you were having trouble breathing, Jay pulled his dick out of your mouth, taking it into his hand. “Stick out your tongue.”

You did as he said, feeling every cell in your body go up in flames.

“Such a good girl. My baby is so good for me."

He smirked as he began to slam his dick against your tongue which left a long stream of saliva on it, his other hand still in your hair as he continued to maneuver your head to his liking.

“You like that huh? You like being my pretty little slut?”.

“Fuck yes baby, please use me.”

He put his dick in your mouth again, letting out some of the most borderline pornographic moans you’ve ever heard along with strings of obscenities and profanities.

“My wife is so dirty… Oh god yeah… She likes being dirty for me?” He groaned and you managed to nod while looking at me through your lashes. It didn't take long for him to feel the orgasm starting to build inside him and he had to stop, not being able to hold on any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck stop baby, you're gonna make me come,” he panted as if he'd run a marathon, stepping back and letting his dick pop out of your mouth. “I… Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

Before you could say or do anything, he helped you get on your feet and pressed his lips to yours still swollen, wet and pink from the killer blowjob you had just given him. He pressed your back against the cold wall but you didn't care, you were too hot to notice.

A moan escaped your lips this time when he moved your lace panties to the side with his fingers and slid them over your pussy.

“Fuck… Baby, ah yeah…”

“So fucking wet god… You drive me insane, I can't wait to be inside this pussy,” he kissed your neck as his fingers drew imaginary circles on your clit giving you the pleasure you so much needed.

Your hips began to slowly rotate following the same movement he was doing, your mind clouded with pleasure as you felt yourself already on the verge of an orgasm. God you were so horny, you didn't think you'd ever been this eager to fuck him.

“Look at that, fuck me, you're soaking my hands baby…”

“Bab-… Fuck yes… Please…” you babbled senselessly, struggling to keep at bay the moans and sighs that had taken the place of Jay's and were filling the storage room at that moment. “I… I can't…”

You wrapped an arm around his neck while grabbing his bicep with the other hand, trying to find some support because you felt like you’d collapse on the floor at any moment.

Your lips nibbled and sucked the skin of his neck making him sigh in your ear, on one hand to keep your almost uncontainable moans and on the other because you wanted to mark him, because you loved seeing what you did to him, you loved knowing he has only yours.

“Ah yeah… Fuck…” you hissed, biting down on his skin when he penetrated you with two fingers.

“Yes baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much you like when your husband touches you like that.”

“J-Jay… Oh shit… I need you please…” you managed to stammer between moans. You felt like you were about to come but you needed to feel him, you needed his dick inside you.

Jay pulled his fingers out and you almost had a heart attack when he brought them to his lips. Without his eyes ever leaving yours, he licked away every trace of your fluids, humming with pleasure as he tasted you.

“You taste like heaven, I can't wait to lick every fucking drop and make you come on my face.”

“Jay I'm about to lose my goddamn mind. Please hurry up.”

He chuckled and brought his hands to your ass, pressing your half covered pussy by your panties still pulled aside against his dick, making both of you sigh with desire.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.”

You grabbed his face with your hands, pressing your mouth against his and sliding your tongue inside his when he slightly parted his lips. His hands continued to massage your now red ass, pressing his fingers hard as you kept grinding against each other.

“I want my husband to fuck me against this wall,” you whispered against his lips, pink and swollen from your impetuous kisses, your noses brushing.

My husband.

These simple words made him feel a sensation he couldn’t quite describe, an explosion of emotions that caused an electric shock to go through his entire body, which made his heart beat wildly and his legs feel like jelly.

It was pure melody.

It was so sweet and sexy at the same time, it made him was so happy he felt like he was touching the sky with a finger. He was your fucking husband and he couldn’t still fathom the idea he really managed to make you his wife.

Jay crashed his lips against yours again, sucking out that little trace of your soul you still had left in your body. He was eager to possess you, to feel you, to show you how much he loved and wanted you.

His hands lowered to your thighs and you took that as a sign to jump into his arms. With almost astonishing ease, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck.

Your back was pressed against the cold wall but it didn't bother you, you couldn't even feel it. With one hand he held your thigh, while the other stroked his dick a couple of times before aligning it towards your entrance, penetrating you with a single slow thrust and making both of you to let out a loud and deep moan.

“Jesus Christ, fuck…” he moaned, using every ounce of his will and strength not to come instantly. His other hand settled on your thigh again and his fingers pressed so hard they felt like they were going to tear your skin at any moment.

Jay had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his lips wide open as if trying to get some air, his breathing quickened.

“Shit baby you feel so good inside me,” you breathed out as his dick stretched out every corner of your vagina. He wasn't even moving and you were already falling apart. “Please move…”

Jay pulled out of you slightly just to penetrate you again, this time with more force. He started moving his hips slowly, in and out of you, making you crave for more. But it didn't take long for him to start fucking you like his life depended on it, his thrusts now stronger.

He was thrusting so deep you could feel him in every corner of your body and a piece of you disintegrating with each passing second. Your arms held him close to you, your fingers on his shoulders while your nails slid across his skin, leaving marks that would probably stay there for days.

“God baby I can't get enough of you, f-fuck…” he groaned in your ear as his lips left trails of wet kisses on your neck and his tongue licked your sweaty skin.

You tried to answer but the pleasure was so intense, so high you couldn’t get anything out of your mouth other than a moan or a whimper. It felt so fucking good you couldn't even describe it.

A particularly loud moan escaped your lips as he gave a particular deep thrust, making you almost jump out of your skin as he hit your G-spot. “Oh my fucking god… Just like that… Oh yeah baby…”

“That's it, moan for for me princess. You’re being so good.”

He raised his head from the crook of your neck so he could look at you. You opened your eyes and met his eyes shining with luxury and passion, his pupils so dilated you couldn’t see the green of his irises.

His dick twitched inside you as he continued to fuck you against the wall mercilessly, and seeing you so deeply in the throes of pleasure, your mouth slightly open, your cheeks flushed, your eyes half closed… He was going crazy.

You kept looking at each other’s eyes, extending the deep connection between you two to another level. It wasn’t just your bodies that were fucking, but your souls too and you would’ve payed gold to stop the time and live this moment over and over again, forever.

“I love you so much baby, God I love you.”

“Fuck.” He crashed his lips into yours in a messy and sloppy kiss due to the continuous gasps interrupting you. You rested your forehead on his, both covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Mine.”

He kissed you as his dick soaked with your fluids continued to thrust in and out of your pussy.

“Mine.”

He kissed you again.

“Mine.”

He kissed you once again, sucking and biting your lower lip but stopped by another moan as your walls clenched around him making him struggle to even stand still.

“God… Oh yes baby keep going… Please…” you spluttered and closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm take over you.

“Don't close your eyes, please look at me… Ah Jesus… Fuck yeah keep clenching around me like that, you’re such a good girl for me baby.”

You did as he said as you placed your hands on his face looking into his eyes and feeling that sensation of pressure twisting and clenching your insides.

“I love you, fuck… S-so much…” you cried out again now, your mind completely gone. Your eyes started to water from the intensity of his thrusts and you felt like you were going to implode in that same instant. “I'm coming, I'm coming, I’m coming please don’t stop…”

A loud moan escaped your lips as an overwhelming orgasm hit you like a truck, almost giving you a heart attack. Your arms encircled his neck again, your nails scratching the skin of his shoulders.

You didn't know if you could die from an orgasm but damn that was exactly how you felt. It was like someone made you fall from a ten-story building without a parachute.

Jay exploded in an orgasm after a few more thrusts, filling your pussy with his cum until the last drop before pulling out. He exhaustedly rested his head on your shoulder leaving small, sweet kisses on your neck.

The silence that now reigned in the storage room was only broken by your panting while you both tried to catch your breath as if you had just run a marathon.

You felt so good in that moment, like your body was floating in space and you didn't know if it was the thrill of being discovered, if it was the wedding, but that was the best sex you had ever had.

“God I can't feel my body anymore,” you murmured and he chuckled as you stroked the hair on the back of his head, leaving kisses on his cheek in the meantime.

That little room smelled of him, you and sex and you had never smelled a more sublime fragrance.

“Can we stay here forever?”.

“I'm afraid we still have a party to attend,” he tiredly chuckled again. Jay raised his head to look at you, a stupid smile on his lips, his heart happy. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are angel?”.

You smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips, this time sweet and gentle in contrast to the ones exchanged so far. “And you're a flatterer Mr Halstead, I know I look awful right now, my makeup is all ruined.”

“You’ve never been more beautiful than you are now Mrs Halstead. You look like you've been fucked properly.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, already starting to imagine the jokes and teasing your friends would make as soon as they’d see you, not to mention the embarrassment in front of your relatives and family.

You decided you’d think about this at the right time.

After both of your regained a bit of strength again, Jay carefully put you down but wrapping an arm around your waist when your knees buckled and you nearly fell to the ground.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” you commented with mock annoyance when you noticed the smug, proud expression he was looking at you with and the way he was trying not to chuckle.

“I take full credit,” he laughed and before you could respond he silenced you with a kiss, making you forget what you even wanted to say.

After getting dressed, Jay helped you put your wedding dress back on, zipping it up your back and helping you fix your hair and what was left of your makeup as much as he could. He left a kiss on your right shoulder as his hands stroked up and down your arms. “I don't want to go back there.”

He kept planting kisses on your shoulder and up towards the crook of your neck and your jaw until he reached your cheek which he insisted on, making you smile stupidly. His arms wrapped around your hips from behind, pressing your body against him and holding you until you were almost breathless.

“Where did the ‘we have a party to attend’ go?” You teased him, meanwhile placing your hands on his and caressing them.

“I want you all to myself, I'm not ready to share you with other people again, plus now I want to fuck you again.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Already?“.

“Already? Baby I would spend twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week buried deep inside you, don't act like you don't know me c'mon.” He kissed you again. “And above all seeing my cum dripping out of you and this damn lingerie drives me crazy, you can’t seriously expect me to resist you.”

You turned to him and cupped his face in your hands before pressing your lips against his as his arms encircled your hips again. A flock of butterflies exploded inside your stomach and he kissed you breathtakingly, making you lose the ground beneath your feet.

“I love you so much,” you whispered between kisses, forgetting again that the two of you had been locked in that storage room for God knew how long. “I'm so happy I married you.”

He smiled as you kissed him again, almost making you kiss his teeth. He’d never get tired of hearing it, no matter how much you had said it. “God baby I love you so much more.” He held you even tighter, as if he wanted to somehow get under your skin and steal your soul, which he had actually been doing for so long.

“My wife, my wife, my wife,” he continued to whisper, stealing several more kisses from you, kisses that he actually couldn't even manage to give you because of the way you couldn't stop smiling.

“You make my heart so happy.”

“Stop you're going to make me cry,” you hit him lightly on the shoulder covered by his jacket, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

God, could you love someone so much it hurt? Because that's how you felt.

You loved that man so much. So intensely you couldn't sleep when he wasn't there, so much you missed him even when he was just a few meters away from you, so deeply you couldn't imagine a life without him since the moment you met him.

You had always dreamed of an everlasting love, the kind that took your breath away just by thinking of it, that fairytale love, that love you had always read in novels and seen in films and Jay Halstead gave you all this and much more than you ever imagined or deserved.

He was peace.

He was home.

He was everything you had ever wanted and more.

Jay took your hands in his, bringing them to his lips and leaving a kiss on both of them, focusing in particular on your ring finger. His eyes shone like the ring’s stone at that moment and you looked at them mesmerized, thinking about how lucky you were to be able to do this all your life.

“We should go back there…” you murmured in a low voice, already sad for having to break that little bubble in which you took refuge even if not for a long time.

He snorted like a child but nodded. “I can't wait to have you all for myself.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours before unlocking the door and peeking out for a moment to see if anyone was nearby.

“Shit,” he muttered, immediately closing the door again when he saw a waiter walking down the hall holding an empty tray.

You let out a laugh when you saw his expression and he covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh, they'll hear us.”

“Baby we were fucking against the wall ten minutes ago, I'd say we're a little late for that don’t you think?” you whispered back, taking his hand away and looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Now kiss me.”

Before you could say anything he pulled you towards him by your hips, pressing his lips on yours. His body was pressed against the door and yours against his, your arms around his neck and his around your waist as his hands slid on your ass while you made out like teenagers hiding from your own parents.

“I'll never get tired of kissing you, it'll never be enough,” he whispered against your lips, nibbling and sucking your lower lip, making you sigh.

“I know what you're doing, stop it. Until proven otherwise it's still our wedding and we have to celebrate it,” you admonished him, dropping your hands to his chest and slightly pushing yourself away from him. You got a sound of disappointment in response, just what a child would do.

“You know what’s a great way to celebrate? Having sex. C'mon baby, come here.” He tried to put his hands on your hips again but you took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest in mock disappointment.

“We have a whole life to have wild sex. You don’t want to celebrate your wedding with your wife?”.

“Drop the act baby, I’m not falling for it,” he boop your nose with his index finger, a gesture that immediately made you smile even though you tried so hard to hold it back. “Of course I want to celebrate with you, that's not what I meant. This is the best day of my life.”

He chuckled before grabbing your hand and moving away from the door. He opened it again and like a few moments before, he checked no one was coming. When he realized that no one was passing by at that moment, you both left the storage room and he closed the door behind you.

You both smoothed your dress even though it was totally useless, anyone from a mile away could tell you had some hot sex just some moments before.

But you didn't care, it was your day, yours and Jay's and damn, you were free to do whatever you wanted even if it meant sneaking out of your own party to have sex in a storage room.

Okay, it wasn't a very proper thing to do but what could you say, all couples consummated their marriage on their wedding night, you and Jay had just rushed things along.

So you walked hand in hand with your fingers intertwined towards the wedding reception, both of you with a stupid and joyful smile on your faces and happy as you had never been, ready to get drunk and finally start your life together.

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Heyyy, I'm absolutely in love with all your writing! I read it all in one night😭 Do you think you could for more foxgirl fem reader stuff? The prompt is completely up to you, I don't want to take away from your creativity, but some smut would be greatly appreciated. . .💖

NANAMI X FOXGIRL!READER

Notes: I wasn’t sure which character you wanted so i decided to go with Nanami since that’s where the prompt came from. Btw don’t be afraid to tell me a specific prompt you have in mind, I’m not that creative when it comes to these things so I rely a lot on my followers, so don’t be afraid! Im so happy you read my stuff in one night! It makes me feel good abt writing for you guys <333

Pairings: NANAMI x foxgirl!Reader

Tags: Smut, NASTY!!, hybrid!reader, mating press, mean but soft Kento (kinda), NOT PROOFREAD!

It’s hot, too hot in fact, Kento’s body feels like it’s rising in temperature every few minutes, his dreams feel so vivid and real, a wet hot something is mouthing at his cock, but the fuzz is in his brain won’t allow him to think rationally and clearly. Kento stills before he’s sitting up quickly and ripping the cover off his lower body.

He sees your ears before anything, laid back and relaxed, you don’t even seem to care that you’ve woken him up, not when your tongue is licking him through his underwear, you’ve woken him up and now you’re attempting to tease him? You do look content, eyes fluttered shut and humming around him lowly.

Nanami grabs you by your neck and lifts you up to prop you on his lap, of course you whine and attempt to pry his hand away: it really doesn’t even hurt you’re just so over dramatic: a drama queen as Satoru puts it.

Kento grabs the bridge of his nose in irritation before speaking up, “Can I ask what you’re doing at-“ he looks at the clock on the bedside table, 4:00.

You don’t say anything but of course you pick up the hint when his head turns to the time. Being the mischievous thing you are, you begin licking at his neck, cute white tipped tail swaying back and forth behind you. A deep exhale leaves his lips whilst making no attempt to move or stop you.

You fix your body on top of him, pressing your greedy cunt over his half hard cock, hissing at the good pressure your clit received. He’s already declared when he had been woken up that he won’t help you get off at all, no matter how much you release those cute yelps in desperation.

Your hips begin to move forward and back, his clothed cock slipping in between your folds, your panties are quite bothersome but he won’t tell you to remove them either.

“Mmm..” “Ken-“ you whimpered, coaxing him to help you: it’s started now, you’ll call his name over and over until you get your way, but he’s having none of it.

“Keep going” he attempts to sound void of emotions but the grunt he lets out almost gives him away, you don’t stop grinding your pussy against him. He leans you back a bit to lift up your shirt, your nipples begging him to attend to their needs.

A hot mouth wraps around one of them and sucks, sucks so hard it has you gripping his hair, it doesn’t bother him it just adds on to the stimulation, the combo of you still bouncing against his cock.

You finally get the memo to tug your panties to the side with your free hand, and in the process pulls his cock and balls free, he hissed behind clenched teeth at the rush of cold air against it.

Kento is too big for you to take in all the way, your poor cunt just can’t handle all of him: the first time he attempted it, you could both barely breathe with the amount of times you came just from slipping in a inch every so often.

You line up his fat tip with your pussy, making sure to rub his cock against your clit a few times.

“Ngh…” the sounds coming from your throat as you slowly lower yourself down become louder with each push past his tip.

Finally are you halfway do you stop fully.

“F..uck.. mmmnn..” Nanami groans around your nipple.

His cock fills you up so good, already pressing on that sweet spot, your thighs ache from the position but that doesn’t stop your naughty body from slowly fucking yourself on him, it’s not long till he’s had enough and breaks his vow by flipping you on your back and placing your legs on his shoulders, inching closer to you he has you in a mean, mating press. He wastes no time in pulling all the way and slamming right back into you. Your mewls fill the room rather quickly, the way his cock drags against your walls has you clenching around him nonstop.

“Mhnn, Kent- Kento” you gasp out, he doesn’t acknowledge the desperate look on your face, already so close to cumming, the sounds of his grunting makes you so much more wetter. A thick hand moves itself to your tail and pinches it over and over, and the noise you let out is pornographic, straight out of a film, you’re so sensitive there.

Your clit is throbbing so bad, needy bud needing to be rubbed, you shakily move your fingers to said clit and begin moving side to side, your fingers glide across so easy due to just how wet you are, Nanami hasn’t stopped pinching the end of your nail, everything feels so good: a cock slamming into you nonstop, your fingers on your clit, and added stimulation on your tail. Your body convulses while Kento holds you still: still fucking into you, electric pulses are sent throughout your whole body, you tighten around him and finally cum, cumming with a loud scream that it’s sure to disturb the neighbors.

That doesn’t mean Kento is done when you slump and attempt to catch your breath, he sits himself up on his knees giving you a moment, not that it can be called that, pushing one of your legs towards you, he begins his pace again, you can hear better now, the room is filled with your annoying babbling and the sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass. His balls are so heavy, needing immediately to fill you up, maybe even push you over the edge one more time but he wants to extend this as long as possible, you being able to do nothing but take your impending orgasms nonstop.

[beenbaanbuun]

okay okay so question, has san been informed of the relationship dynamics in the house? i’m assuming he knows about matz and darling but was he pre warned about darling and yeo? bc i just thought about it and image they just kinda forgot to mention that they have a bestie with benefits situation, so second nature for them, and then randomly one day san walks in on darling and yeo going at it. the poor guy is 1) startled bc no matter what scenario that’s awkward but 2) he potentially thinks that darling and yeo are doing something wrong. so now he’s left to figure out if he should say something to matz or if that’s just way above his pay grade. idk why this whole scenario is so funny to me but it is. poor sannie😭

san was 100% not prewarned…

of course he knows abouts hwa and joong and the weird pink thing that follows them around like a little puppy, but yeosang and darling?? he’s clueless!

so i’ve mentioned before in this post that sex between the two of them is technically banned unless mommy and daddy are there to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand. it just so happens that darling is a little brat and yeosang will do anything to make her happy (even if he won’t admit it) and no one ever said a little head here and there wasn’t allowed… if darling wants to suck yeosang off, it’s not technically against the rules, right?

and that’s absolutely what san walks in on one day…

the dining room door swings open, startling you as you push yeosang’s cock to the back of your throat. you gag around it, immediately pulling off of it to cough your lungs out. you’re half expecting to hear hongjoong scoff at the two of you before commanding yeosang get on the floor too, or perhaps seonghwa to give you a disappointed sigh before getting you to crawl to him. instead all you hear is a tray clatter to the floor.

“what the—”

“san!” yeosang cries, hands flying to his dick to cover his achingly hard member. he nudges you with his knee, trying to get your attention, but you just hit his thigh; can’t he see you’re choking on his dick? “we weren’t doing anything!”

you nod through your coughs, agreeing that you definitely weren’t breaking any rules. what san doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

“you weren’t— yeosang, she was sucking you off!” the butler practically screeches. yeosang hushes him harshly in return; the other members of the house definitely do not need to know what transpired between the two of you. “are you— do they—” san takes a deep breath to calm himself, “is this allowed?”

silence fills the room, neither you or yeosang wanting to answer that question. as much as the two of you like to pretend that anything other than actual penetration is allowed, you both know that it really isn’t. if either of your lovers caught you like this, you’d both be punished more severely than you ever have been before.

san swallows thickly, the worst case scenario filling up his mind. but you seem so in love with them? how could you even consider cheating on them with yeosang? he’s just supposed to be a cuddle buddy, isn’t he?

he should tell someone, he decides. after all, his bosses would be fuming if they found out that he knew about this. the last thing he wants is to get fired from the best paying job he’s ever had. he takes a step back to the door, preparing himself to sprint upstairs to hongjoong’s office.

“where are you going?” yeosang warbles, eyes going wide, “are you going to tell hongjoong? please don’t tell hongjoong…”

“well i—”

“san, no,” you say, voice gravelly from the effects of having a dick shoved down it. from your position on the floor, it feels like you’re begging him. perhaps you are; he supposes it won’t be pleasant for you if your lovers find out you’re cheating on them. “please, they’ll be so mad.”

“i need to—”

“it’s not like it’s actual sex,” yeosang tries to reason, “just small things; it barely even counts!”

“it’s still wro—”

“it’s not wrong, per se,” you whine, “they were just too busy to watch and we were both horny…”

“i don’t ca— wait, what?” san pauses, the cogs in his brain turning as he mulls over your words, “you mean to say you two are allowed to do this?”

you shrug.

“they’re supposed to watch but sometimes they’re busy and it’s not like we ever take it further than this!”

and suddenly, san doesn’t care anymore. he shakes his head, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. it’s his fault for digging, he supposes, but he wasn’t quite expecting for it to be a whole voyeurism thing rather than a cheating scandal. it serves him right for sticking his nose in places it doesn’t belong.

“no,” he mumbles, “this is above my pay grade… weird fucking family.”

[throneofsapphics]

hi, i was wondering if you could do something with an idea that i’ve had for a while ?

it would be a feysand x reader

imagine: you’re apart of the friend group between nesta, gwen, and emerie. you’re all reading a darker romance book then you usually do, one day rhys or feyre catches you reading it or finds the book, either way they take the book and starts to read it/shows the book to other. later on that day feysand confronts you, starts to tease you about the book, maybe even asks to recreate your favorite scenes. you get a little embarrassed bc of it being a darker romance book, but mostly bc feysand found it & read it.

i hope that makes sense, i was hoping for somewhat angst if you could fit it in and definitely smut

i’ve had this stuck in my head for days and i just needed you to hear it 😂😭

i am absolutely OBSESSED with your writing, i can’t get enough of it 🫶🏻

a good book can do wonders 

Feysand x f!Reader

Summary: Rhys and Feyre steal one of your books. 

Warnings: nsfw, smut, cnc, bondage, not proofread, minors dni!!

Word Count: ~1.4k 

A/N: I loved this idea so much, thank you! It deviated a bit

They’d scented your arousal, undoubtedly, as you sat curled in your favorite armchair. …

“Who recommended this?” Rhys asked, flipping through the pages. 

You tugged your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “Guess.” You muttered, carefully watching his reactions as he skimmed through it, Feyre leaning over his shoulder.

“Please tell me it wasn’t my sister.” Feyre groaned, but you saw how her eyes gleamed. 

“It’s not,” you managed to huff out a laugh. 

“Definitely Emerie.” Feyre shot you a sly smile. You didn’t confirm or deny. It was her, but you didn’t need to spill her secrets like that. Your non-answer probably told them everything they needed to know. Too late, you realized you could’ve just said it was your own book. 

“And what if it was mine?” 

“I’d be surprised.” Feyre admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not.” She continued flipping through the pages, pausing on one as her eyes widened. You knew exactly what part she’d gotten to, and groaned. You decided it was time for you to leave. Now. Before they said or did anything else that would embarrass you. Rhys shot you a look as you left, as if he was saying this isn’t over yet, and you ignored him, leaving both him and Feyre to keep reading over that damn book. You’d figure out how to get it back later. 

You avoided them for the rest of the day, being extra-cautious to stay out of their way. You weren’t too embarrassed, but it felt like a violation for them to come up and grab it from you. Your biggest secret fantasies, all exposed because they couldn’t mind their own damn business. Hours later, you were still stewing as the time approached for bed, and wondered if it made you a bit immature to avoid them over this. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you muttered under your breath as you approached the door, pushing it open. Thankfully, the room was still empty and you slipped into the bathroom. Maybe you could be asleep before they returned. 

Sleep didn’t come easy, or come at all, you tossed and turned, tucking your arm under the pillow with a groan. 

“Already trying to sleep?” you heard Feyre from the door, “I might think you’re avoiding us.” 

You let out another grumble, but didn’t move, cursing how they always seem to know. 

“Of course we do,” Rhys’s smooth voice slipped into your mind, and you shoved him back out - slamming the mental walls right up and ignoring his chuckle as a claw stroked down them. 

“If you like it, you don’t have to be ashamed,” Feyre sat next to you, pushing you aside slightly to give herself more room. She moved your arm, exposing your face. You blinked and readjusting to the light, ignoring how her soft hands stroked up and down your bare arm. “So do we,” she glanced at Rhys with a small smirk. He was leaning back against the dresser, watching your every reaction carefully. He gave a small nod to signal his agreement.

“There are some scenes I wouldn’t mind giving a shot,” he purred. 

You let out a slow breath, trying to regain your composure as heat shot right to your core.  “It’s not,” you sighed, “not necessarily that. It’s that you took it from me.” 

His hands braced the dresser as he pushed off it, stalking towards you. He stopped, standing right by your head. One finger traced your jawline, brushing over your bottom lip. His eyes gleamed as your heart sped up, your pulse fluttering and eyes closing at his touch. “I’d say I’m sorry … but it’s opened up a whole realm of possibilities.” 

“Rhys,” Feyre said in a warning tone. Your eyes opened as he shot her a look, as if to say you feel the same. 

“Do you trust us?” He asked you, straightening. 

“Yes,” you breathed, and had an idea of what was headed your way next. 

“And you know how to give your word, if you can’t speak?” 

Gods, you felt like your heart might beat right out of your chest as you gave a small nod. The corners of his mouth twitched up. He tugged you out of the bed, and you stood on shaky legs, your nightgown falling down to the middle of your thighs. He reached out one hand for Feyre, grasping yours in the other, and winnowed. 

You fought hard to keep your balance as you landed … in the Palace above Hewn City. A shiver ran down your spine, the breeze seeming to swirl around the room. You’d only been here once before. 

“Run.” 

You didn’t hesitate and sprinted out, weaving up the stairs and throwing yourself around corners. You had absolutely no idea where you were and quickly found yourself lost. Still, you didn’t quit moving. 

“Lost, darling?” 

You ignored him, but left your walls down still. 

“She has to be, poor thing.” Feyre answered him. 

You could sense their presence nearby, they had to be close. Your breathing grew ragged, and a tiny bit of fear slipped in along with the anticipation. It made it all the more exciting. 

One arm wrapped around your throat, tugging you back into a hard chest as you yelped. 

“Found you,” Rhys’s teeth grazed your neck as you struggled, trying to throw him off. As expected, it didn’t work - not one bit. 

Instead, you found yourself on a balcony seconds later. All of the winnowing was throwing you off, making you lose sense of direction. 

Your hips hinged, pressing against the rail of the balcony as he pressed you over it. His feet kicked your ankles wide, and his firm grip was the only thing keeping you from tumbling off. Feyre’s hand slid down your calf, laughing and gripping your ankle firmly as she gripped it. 

“Please,” you begged, “please stop.” 

Instead, silky ropes appeared, binding one of your ankles to the railing. She moved quickly to secure the other, ignoring your attempts to kick her away. 

Rhys’s hand landed firmly on your ass. “That wasn’t very nice,” he tutted, and another blow rained down on you. You yelped and wiggled underneath him, but you could move. Not as he yanked your right arm over your back, tying it off somewhere, before yanking the left across it, securing that one as well. You were left completely immobile and exposed - at their mercy. Thank the Mother it’s summer time, still, the chill made your nipples harden painfully. 

Your nightgown was bunched up around your hips, as he ran one hand up the outside of your thighs, firmly squeezing your ass before slapping it again. You yelped at the impact, your hips digging into the rail. 

“Please,” you begged again, but this time you were sure what you were begging for. 

“Please, what?” Feyre asked, a cruel hint to her tone, just as two of Rhys’s fingers slammed into you. A mixture between a scream and moan left your lips as he crooked them forward to hit that spot. 

“Little slut can’t even talk.” You looked over your shoulder as Rhys’s fingers pulled out, in time to see him offering them to her. 

“St-stop,” you managed to babble, and she shoved him away, gripping the back of your hair and making your neck arch painfully. 

“Really?” Her hand laid a slap down, right to your wet and aching pussy, and another whimper left your lips. “This doesn’t feel like you want us to stop.” 

Her laugh was cruel as she released your hair, crouching down and digging her teeth into your ass, harsh enough she left a bite on your ass. 

They had studied the book apparently, and were playing out the scene almost identically to how you remember it. “Anything for you,” Rhys’s voice slid into your mind as Feyre’s tongue licked one long strip through your folds. You tried to wiggle away as she slid over your puckered hole, but she held you in place, nails digging into your ass as a warning. 

For what could have been hours, Rhys and Feyre took full advantage of your position - completely bound and vulnerable to their whims. Your hips would have bruises the next day from him pounding into you, you were overstimulated and more sore than you had been in the past, but satisfaction ran through you too - completely sated and content. 

You sighed in relief as they undid the binds, your nightgown had been torn off completely at some point, but Rhys somehow pulled a robe out of thin air and wrapped it around you, tying it gently. Feyre gathered you in her arms, holding you tightly and winnowing you back to the River Estate.

[taekooktimeline]

June 12, 2024 -

All members, except for Yoongi (who meets them later), reunite to congratulate Jin on his military discharge. We got really nice, clear photos of Jk! We haven’t gotten to see much of him during his time of service so this was such a treat. He looks healthy and great! 

And I can’t get over how buff and broad Tae has gotten. Wow!

 Upon Jin's discharge, I observed JK's demeanor, which appeared quite revealing. In my opinion, it's often the subtle details that carry the most weight. There were numerous minute details during this moment, and Taekook's body language provided valuable insights. When JK approached the group, he had the option to position himself anywhere, next to any other member. Yet, he deliberately chose to stand next to Tae.

Jungkook could have hugged Jin from where he was, but instead, he chose to reach out and touch Tae before going around him to do so. Initially, he seemed to be aiming for Tae's waist, but then quickly switched to placing his hand on Tae's shoulder.

https://x.com/flirtaeguk/status/1800681397130297792?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/imgoldencard/status/1801448063317459220?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Jk then pats Tae twice, once on each shoulder - 

https://x.com/nothinglike__tk/status/1800687147235578023?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

He bumps Tae’s arm -

As Jk goes to hug Jin, he holds his wrist out for Tae to take. Tae isn’t holding his arm at this point, so Jk could’ve moved that arm to hug Jin with both arms, but he kept it in Tae’s reach as he goes to hug Jin.

These recent photos are incredibly heartwarming. Despite their faces being partly covered by masks, you can still see their genuine smiles and laughter. Knowing that they are happy makes me happy as well. Observing their body language and the overall atmosphere, it seems likely that they have had the chance to meet each other since starting their military service. Their contentment brings me a sense of peace. In one of the photos, Tae gently holds onto Jk's arm and whispers something to him, which prompts Jk to break into a lovely smile with crinkled eyes.

Tae didn’t want to let go 😭

https://x.com/kv_borahae_life/status/1800714942557069754?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

Jk puts his arm on Tae - 

https://x.com/nothinglike__tk/status/1800687147235578023?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

In my opinion, the hug between Jk and Tae, with Jk leaning into Tae’s chest, appears different from the hugs Tae had with other members. To me, this seems to indicate that they have seen each other since joining service. As always, you can decide as you like how you view this moment.

https://x.com/gukth/status/1800697272428327046?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/jeonjkloops/status/1800680587956744558?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/flirtaeguk/status/1800684712664727981?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/taekoomania/status/1800681949507494033?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/taehyvngpics/status/1800680961933480049?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1800875465277923571?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/kookvtwins/status/1801529563488428373?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/lilatkforever/status/1801480634407231813?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  While I’m usually not a fan of sharing analysis videos, Vante Kim’s is a good take so I’ll leave it here - https://youtu.be/YowhqNDfGnE?si=dJ2Vb3goCIF4Di7Q 

It’s not the first time K media has gone wild for the power couple, and Jin’s discharge was no exception  -

Even dispatch was back at it. This is their Facebook -

And their articles -

Additionally, Taekook were seen leaving the base together in the same car. This doesn't come as a surprise to me, and I'm sure it doesn't surprise others either. They have always been very close, and it's only natural for them to want some private time away from the cameras and the public eye. The still images may not provide the best view, so I would recommend watching the video clips below for a clearer picture. Once again, it's a bit difficult to see, but Jk gets in - 

then Tae does -

https://x.com/loveis_taekook/status/1800878428251701544?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/vkookmyfamily/status/1800881304134971449?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/hourlytaekooker/status/1801169856093450627?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg  https://x.com/babybear_0919/status/1801446198039220399?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg. 

This before and after of all seven is really sweet - 

[snailmail444]

Hiiii (big fan) could I pretty please make a Sam x Sebby x Farmer request? Like both boys have a crush on the farmer and ask her to choose and she says both? Thank you so much

Both (Sam/seb/f player)

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

I’m SO sorry this one took so long nonnie please forgive me I love you so much 😭😭😭 it got lost in the shuffle but I would never leave you hanging!! I hope you enjoy this that took way way wayyyy too long (like seven months to get to RIP). NSFW under the cut!

“Both.”

You watch the boys blanch. Sam hadn’t been subtle with his “hypothetical,” that’s for damn sure, but it’s still a surprise to see them both respond so viscerally.

“B-but we,” Sam stammers, blinking rapidly as though he can’t process, “it wasn’t—we were just—“

“Just?” You arch a brow, cross your legs and lean forward. Sebastian’s cheap futon squeaks with each shift of your weight. “Just what? You asked which of you I would want, and I said both. Did I not answer the question?”

“It was more of an—“

“—either or,” Sebastian finishes what Sam started, and you pout at him. His eyes are dark and unreadable when you do.

“But I don’t want either or. I said I want both. Or are you saying I shouldn’t get to have that? If you’re saying that in this hypothetical scenario I can’t be lavished by two hot guys instead of one? Hardly seems fair.”

They exchange a glance, Sebastian uncertain and Sam at a loss. You have them where you want them now. “Unless, of course,” your voice is smooth and silky, low, “it wasn’t a hypothetical at all.”

You watch a flush burn down Sam’s cheeks and the sops of Sebastian’s ears. Caught.

“I’m not blind,” you continue, leaning forward to trace a finger up Sam’s thigh, “I’ve seen the way both of you look at me. And the way you look at each other. Don’t tell me the thought never crossed your mind.”

You stop just shy of the rapidly hardening bulge in Sam’s sweats, splay out your palm and grip the meat of his thigh. He visibly swallows, and when he doesn’t respond you look over at Sebastian.

“Well? Am I wrong?”

His throat bobs, and just when you think they’ve both gone mute, he says, “you aren’t wrong. Of course you aren’t.”

You’re not sure how it all happens. One minute your mouth is dry, and you’re looking between them and trying to decide which one of you is going to make a move. The next you’re all moving, your mouth on Sam’s and Sebastian’s on your neck, tangled up in knots and trying to find use of your uncoordinated limbs.

You all strip like there’s no time. Like any moment the delicate thing between you might shatter and you all will come to your senses. You’ll stop and realize that it’s messy, and you don’t know what it means, and this is all too forward.

Except it’s not. Tension between everyone has been a living thing. Palpable and begging for someone to do something about it for weeks now. If anything, you aren’t moving fast enough. Heady drags of kisses shared between you and Sam, you and Sebastian, Sebastian and Sam—the first taste made you realize you’d been starving, you all had, and now you’re devouring each other with the fear that somebody might take it away.

It’s not easy for you to take your clothes off like this. Everybody’s impatient and too selfish to stop even just a second. It’s a haze of hands and skin and clothes, and by the time you’re finally able to feel the delicious skin-to-skin contact you’re splayed out on your back and your cunt is soaked and throbbing.

“Please,” you squirm. Wonder what happened to the control, when you lost it and who found it. You’re almost embarrassed to be this way—a squirming mess begging to be fucked by whoever can get to you the fastest. But what are you supposed to do? Stop?

It’s odd—the little differences you realize. Sam’s hands are everywhere, like they can’t find a spot they like the best, whereas for Sebastian it’s his mouth. Sliding down your chest and your stomach, both of them. Sam’s fingers inside of you, Sebastian’s mouth on your clit, and you arching your back and trying not to be too fucking loud because you don’t want anybody to hear this. To find you all desperate and squirming against each other while they both work to make you come like it’s their only desire on this earth.

“Shit,” you can’t help it, high pitched and whiny because they’re too good at this. It’s like they’re one person, the way they work in tandem to bring you crashing into an orgasm before you even realize you’re close to coming. You writhe against Sebastian’s tongue, Sam’s palm, and they don’t stop until you’re whimpering and thrashing because it’s too good.

“You taste fucking perfect,” Sebastian uses the back of his hand to swipe some of your slick off of his cheek. His eyes are swallowed by the pupils as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Let me taste,” Sam breathes, grips Sebastian’s shoulders and wends his tongue into his mouth. He moans, low and filthy and it’s enough to key you back up.

You try to fill the space, desperately twisting your fingers, and unwittingly whine because it’s not enough.

Sam and Sebastian break their kiss, connected by spit and your arousal, and look at each other like they’re silently working something out. It makes you shiver, your fingers curl against yourself and your hips buck with anticipation.

And it’s worth it. Because they’re guiding you onto all fours, Sam posting himself against your cunt and Sebastian near your mouth.

“Is this okay,” Sam asks, lathing his tongue along your shoulder blades and wrapping his arms around your middle. As if it ever wouldn’t be.

You nod and Sebastian catches your chin, tilts your head so you’re meeting his eyes. “You sure?”

In lieu of a response you grind your ass backwards, feel Sam’s cock butterfly your cunt as you loll your tongue out for Sebastian. You’ve never been more sure that you want anything.

Sam moves first. Desperate and jerky and shoving his tip in with a strained, “sorry, shit—didn’t mean to—“

As you moan Sebastian’s cock slides past your lips, smooth and slow and controlled, and they stop altogether once they’re both fully inside of you.

Spit slicks down your chin as you look up at Sebastian. You feel depraved. Fuller than you have any right to ever feel. You want them to use you, to force your body back and forth on their cocks like a limp sex toy until they’ve had their fill.

Maybe it’s the look in your eye, or the way your cunt flutters around Sam’s cock, or the way you hum around Sebastian’s, but regardless they get the message and begin to move in a clumsy rhythm.

It takes a minute for them to get the hang of it. For them to fall into a smooth pattern that has everyone falling to pieces. You’re gagging on Sebastian and constricting around Sam in tandem, and you think that if you die like this it would be okay because Sebastian’s pulling your hair and Sam’s smacking your ass and your garbled moans sound as pathetic as they are guttural.

It’s Sam first. Bucking and stuttering against your cunt as he desperately rubs your clit in a last ditch effort to get you to finish before him when comes.

And then it’s Sebastian, tugging your hair to hold you still and warning you before he’s finishing down your throat. Praise spills over his lips as he groans, telling you how good your mouth feels and how perfect you’re taking it all for him.

Some combination of it all snaps you over the edge too. Tears running down your cheeks and stars flashing in your vision, sensation scraping over every nerve of your body as wave after wave of pleasure has its way with you.

You don’t know how long you all lay in a panting, sweaty heap— for air and trying to slow the beating of your hearts—when you finally speak.

“Both,” you say, and Sebastian chuckles as he pets the sticky hair away from your face. Sam burrows against you, pulling you back like a stuffed animal to hold, and preens against your shoulder.

“Both,” they say in unison, and you can feel the relief in the air. After you get some sleep, you’ll figure out what that means, anyway.

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

Hi!! If you don’t mind, do you think you could write one of those nsfw alphabet things for Jareth? (If not that’s okay<3) I can’t find anything smut wise for him and I’m currently obsessed with labyrinth (again)😭😭

Of course!!! I’m literally obsessed over both Jareth and those NSFW alphabet posts rn! Also, thank you for requesting stuff! It helps so much with writer's block lol.

Warnings: Obviously, smut; oral sex; semi-public sex mentions; breeding kink;

A= Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

I think Jareth would be so sweet and caring after sex. He would praise you, and run you a warm bath, or, if you are both too tired, he will just softly clean you up and make sure you are comfortable and leave you to sleep. He would always care about you before him. 

B= Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Okay, so he would obviously love every inch of you, every perfection and imperfection. However, his favorite parts of your body would definitely be your thighs (and everything in between obviously), and your eyes. He loves how you look at him, even if it isn’t sexual, he just loves that someone looks at him with that kind of admiration and love. He loves your thighs because he loves leaving little kisses and nibbling on them watching you squirm. He loves both his mouth, due to how good he can make you feel with it, and his hands, for the same reason. If you can’t tell, everything he does he does for your pleasure.

C= Cum (pretty much anything to do with cum)

I find Jareth to be a pretty clean guy, giving him being a literal king, so he doesn’t try to make a mess. He will either cum inside you (if you are comfortable with it) or in his hand. He won’t really cum in your mouth, and won’t on your face, unless you say you want him to. Again, all about your pleasure babe. Your cum however, he would love to lick your come off his fingers (don’t ask why, he just would), and clean you up with his tongue if you aren’t too overstimulated.

D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

So, he obviously watched you for quite a while before you were sent to the labyrinth or the castle, depending on the situation, and he obviously tried to give you as much privacy as he could. However, he occasionally would watch you change or masturbate. He just couldn’t help it. He never told you, and trust me, he never will. 

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

This is controversial, but I don’t think he would be super experienced. Like, at all. He obviously knows what he is doing, and is good at it, but given his entire role as a goblin king, living in a whole fantasy world, where you have to be wished away or wish someone away to get there, he isn’t getting a lot of bitches. The ones he sets his eyes on usually don’t get past the labyrinth, and if they do, they are usually kind of scared of him by that point (which I get, but also I would fold so fast), so they usually take the person they wished away and leave. He was just lucky you decided to stay and be goblin royalty in his kingdom. 

F= Favorite Position (goes without saying what this means)

Jareth wants to see your face no matter what, so stuff where you are turned away from him is a no-go. He usually defaults to missionary, as it leaves him in a good amount of control, but still allows him to see that gorgeous face of yours. If you insist he will let you ride him, as long as you face him, and only if you practically beg him. He is very insistent that he is the one on top, but he will make exceptions for you.

G= Goofy (are they more serious or humorous in the moment?)

He is not usually ever ‘funny’ when having sexs with you. He sees it as a purely passionate moment. He, no matter how soft or rough, sees sex as ‘love making’. If you make a joke, trying to get comfortable, break tension, or just think of a good joke in the moment, he will 100% at least chuckle with you. But usually? Very serious.

H= Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t going to be bald down there or anything, but he will try to keep himself trimmed up. He is just as brightly blond down there as he is up top. He will most likely just have a patch just above his privates. (Also, he would 100% have a happy trail, just saying)

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Super intimate the entire time. From start all the way to aftercare. He is always a romantic (and very dramatic) no matter if it was spontaneous, or if you guys had discussed having sex before hand. He will make sure to escort you to wherever you are having sex (most likely his bed). He will lead you by hand or maybe even carry you like the pure gentleman he is. Plenty of kisses, and plenty of ‘I love you’s. He will make it the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you, and will be so god damn proud of himself for it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate? How often?)

He tries not to, but if you aren’t in the mood, or if you aren’t available, he will. He will do it very quickly, and very privately. He hates having to do it, but he can’t just leave the problem there, so he does if he must. And trust me, he thinks of only you when he does.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jareth, to your surprise, isn’t an extremely kinky person. I think if you brought anything up to him, he would try it at least once. However, he only is really into slight bondage, like holding your hands so you can’t move them, or something like that. He does however have a huge breeding kink. It isn’t really about getting you pregnant, even though I think he would love to have a family with you, but it’s more about just watching himself drip out of you. It makes him go crazy.

L= Location (favorite places to do it)

He is a simple man (not really but just go with it), and he mainly just likes to do it in his bed. It is the most comfortable, and it is just easiest that way, but his throne is another place he adores doing it with you on. He will send all of the goblins away if he can’t stand it anymore, and make you see stars while never leaving his throne. He usually just has you ride him while he is sitting on his throne, but he also loves it when you ride his thigh while sitting in his lap. He loves how a wet patch forms on his pant leg. It really gets him going, however prepare for him to make you cum at least twice.

M= Motivation (what gets them going/what turns them on)

Whenever you get flustered or angry for any reason. Obviously, he hates you being upset, but you look amazing telling someone off, even if it’s him. It reassures him that you will be okay on your own here, but also, it makes him wild. Sometimes, he purposefully makes you flustered just to see you stumble over your words trying to tell him off. (he always apologizes with kisses, or more, afterwards).

N= No (something they wouldn’t do/ Hard no’s)

He wouldn’t do something that would inherently harm you, even if you say you like it. He would never hit you beyond maybe a little spanking here and there. He also wouldn’t do anything CNC, he just can’t do it. He doesn’t like roleplaying adult minor situations (due to him not being a pedo), and won’t do anything to do with a knife/blood kink. He loves you and your body too much to think he is actually hurting you. Anything else he will try at least once though<3

O= Oral (do they prefer giving? Receiving? Skill level?)

Jareth definitely prefers giving, but will gladly accept receiving as well. He loves seeing you squirm with his head in between your thighs, all those little noises you make. He almost could get off completely just doing that. Although, he won’t refuse you giving him head. He loves how good your mouth feels around him, but he would very much prefer his head being crushed by your thighs. Also, if you couldn’t already guess, he is fantastic. He will make you cum multiple times just using his mouth. Notice how I said he will and not he could. Yeah, he is going to be down there for a bit, loving every second of it. 

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It really depends on both his mood, and the circumstances leading up to the moment to predict whether he is going to be fast, rough, or slow. If he had a bad day, he will just plow into you as fast and rough as he can, although to compensate for him being rough, he will whisper little praises in your ear. If he has a very good day, he will go more slowly, still keeping a decent pace, and give you little kisses all along your neck, chest, and face. If you ask him to, or if you are close, he will quicken his pace, or go a little more rough.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t against them, they just don’t end up being very ‘quick’, more-so just spontaneous. If you are having sex, he is going to make you cum multiple times, so there is nothing stopping very quickly after it starts with him. 

R= Risk (are they game to experimenting? Do they take risks?)

Jareth will experiment with pretty much anything you ask him to unless it is in his ‘hard no’s’ category. He would be willing to take you in the goddamn labyrinth if you had asked him to, no matter what creatures and monsters may happen upon you two. So, yes, he would 100% be willing to take as many risks as possible just to make you feel good.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

He is literal magic. He is fae. He can last as long as he wants. If he can tell you are getting worn out, or if he just wants to cum, he will allow himself to. Time wise, he can go at minimum three-four rounds, however if you aren’t too tired or overstimulated he can go for so many more. 

T= Toys (do they own any toys? Do they use them? On a partner? On themselves?)

I don’t think he would own any, as he can get the job done perfectly fine without them, but if you owned any and wanted him to use them on you he would be happy to(he might be a bit bitter about it since he is a drama queen but he will get over it). I don’t think he would ever use them on himself, though.

U= Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen him interact with anything/anyone ever? He will tease you the entire time until you are begging and screaming for him to let you cum. He loves to give you pleasure, but he has to have a little fun, doesn’t he? 

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don’t see Jareth as being particularly loud. He will probably just make little grunting noises, and if you are lucky, you will get a small whimper out of him

W= Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has completed untouched just by giving you head multiple times. The first time he was slightly embarrassed, but after you reassured him it was fine, he was fine with it, and it became a ‘praising’ tool for him to praise you with. Example: “See how good you make me feel just from watching you princess?”

X= X-Ray (let’s take a peek under those clothes)

Have you seen his bulge in the movie? Now, he is obviously big, I would say probably 7-8 inches, (maybe more since this is a literal fantasy world) and pretty girthy. Definitely not lacking in any department, if you catch my drift.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive, but he can keep it under control for the most part. He is willing and happy to have sex whenever and wherever, all you have to do is ask!

Z= Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

After aftercare, and after he makes sure you are comfortable and sleeping, he falls asleep decently fast. Probably within a good 10-15 minutes after you fall asleep, if he doesn’t have any duties to perform as king.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Ari I’m crawling through the desert in need of water…humbly I beg & plead for your Ken-geto twin AU headcanons 🙏🙏🙏 I think they’re the only thing that can quench my soul rn

ODI . MY BELOVED . I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WAHHHH pls take a seat and get ready for a long long rant……… i’ll do my best to quench your thirst 🙏🙏🙏

OKAY SO . god. where do i even begin………

basically!!!!! i’m writing a fic where kenny is. your best friend’s older brother <33333 the best friend in question being sugu!!! i still haven’t decided if they’re twins or if kenny is a couple years older…… buuuut either way i have lots n lots of thoughts abt their dynamic :33 and how the two of them treat you!!!! sugu is just…. your reliable, soft best friend, and kenny is . the way he is 😭 but anyway…..

i picture kenny as being a bitttt of a bad boy in this au?? not exactly. but like. he has a tongue piercing and moved out really early and he’s maybe a little bit twisted . cares abt suguru but can’t really show it. he’s silly and talkative but also a bit condescending…. a bit of a know it all…… i feel like he almost acts more like a father than an older brother sometimes which suguru absolutely hates 😭 there’s a lot of tension between them!!

personality wise i feel like suguru sort of . adapts to kenjaku? he’s a bit of a social chameleon. and he really doesn’t like the idea of people seeing them as similar…. so if kenny is acting more serious and pretentious, suguru acts more childish — and if kenny acts more silly then suguru takes a more responsible role . it’s like that!!! it’s weird bc i see suguru as being very sincere at heart, and kenny as being fairly insincere, but with the way they act you could get the impression that it’s the other way around. kenny doesn’t care abt how others view him, suguru very much does. but sugu has a sincerity to him that kenny kind of lacks?? ig it’s less that kenny is insincere and more that he’s just. detached. in a way.

also sidenote kinda but !!! i picture both sugu and kenny as sweater boys 😭😭 they LOVE their sweaters. i feel like kenny wears turtlenecks religiously. and sugu goes out of his way to wear more leather jackets and hoodies bc he doesn’t like when they’re wearing the same stuff LMAO…. kenny sometimes makes their outfits match just to piss him off <333

anddddd going back to the whole . brotherly rivalry stuff…… i think kenny was always a bit of a black sheep growing up . and bc of that suguru automatically became the golden child!!! sugu can be mischievous and bratty but he gets away w it bc he’s the youngest/good at hiding it…. and in front of their parents he’s always very straightlaced. it’s almost like suguru holds back just so that he won’t appear similar to his brother, which i think kenny kind of finds pathetic. there’s just soooo much to their dynamic 😭😭 they’re similar and different and just. gah. they give me a headache!!!! bc kenny is such a wildcard in the way that he acts, and suguru is so prone to changing himself depending on the situation he’s in.

but overall i just feel like kenny is pretentious and teasing…. and kinda mean . while sugu is well-behaved and calm, but a little more teasing and silly around people he’s close to….. and he’s also super kind . he’s warm!!!! and kenny is sort of cold. that’s the way i picture their dynamic. but it’s very fluid i think …. sometimes kenny acts like the oldest, sometimes the youngest LMAO

ANYWAYYYY gosh i’m already yapping so much 😭😭😭 I HOPE YOU’RE STILL HERE ODI ….. here’s another drink for you 🧋 .

now !!!! when it comes to their dynamic with you…… 👀👀 suguru is just a protective softie. he loves you so much!!! you’re his bestie!!!! and you’re the only one he ever acts bratty and pouty with…. he just feels comfortable around you :’3 so he can let his guard down and be a little silly… a little teasing….. but he’s always always always taking care of you . a warm sunflower boy <333333

then there’s kenny who . bullies you a bit 😭 JUST A BIT . bc he likes seeing your reactions <3 he’s kind of like your typical intimidating best friend’s brother…. a little scary ……. a bit of a dick….. he looks after you in his own way but . he doesn’t coddle you the way suguru does. when you’re kids he’s someone you look up to, but also someone you’re a tinyyyyy bit afraid of . but you get a crush on him anyway . and he has a soft spot for you. and then he leaves and doesn’t return until a couple years later ………. and he hasn’t really changed. but he’s less of a bully and more of a teaser. maybe a little condescending. but he’s charming, yk? alluring.

anyway as you can see i’m getting carried away LMAOO this fic is just . fluff?? kind of??? w a lot of tension 😭 you like kenny and he . well. you just don’t know what he’s thinking . he kind of sees you as a baby bird i think,,,,,,,,, and he’s . the big bad wolf. you get the vibes …….. here r some snippets of the fic just for fun!! it’s very near and dear to my heart hehe

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…….. he has me in a chokehold i fear 💔

[whoahoney]

Hi! So I ADORE your writing and I was wondering if I could make a smut request? I only ask because I know I can’t do it justice but I NEED it in my life.

So this is kinda based off of Unholy by Sam Smith…

So reader is married (or engaged either one) to a well off guy (in my head, I think Steve) but they’re clearly unhappy and only in it out of obligation. I’m thinking maybe their parents basically planned it and they were basically promised a comfortable life if they went through with it so they said fuck it. They kind of turn a blind eye to each other’s promiscuity, Steve/husband constantly at the strip club to visit a specific dancer that he’s kind of taken on as his mistress and reader finding her way back to her hot and heavy high school love aka Eddie who owns his own auto body shop in town.

So on nights when Steve/husband “works late”, reader finds herself needing a tune up in the dirtiest of ways. And it’s just down right filthy. Both of them. Ever since I heard the song, I could just see both of them simultaneously going behind each other’s backs with their lovers.

And maybe the ending can be like reader finally deciding to leave Steve/husband for her one true love, Eddie or you can leave it open to interpretation 😉

I. am. deceased. This awoke something within me. I definitely added more angst and fluff than necessary, but this fleshed out concept was irresistible.

The DRAMA. This’ll be a multi-parter! Your brain— I love it.

Thank you for sharing this with me 😭 I hope I did her justice 🤞🏼if you need a filthier smut concept you’re more than welcome to request again and again, babe 💖

What They Don’t Know

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Married!Reader AU

Summary: Reader is in an unfulfilling arranged marriage with a mutual understanding: together for an easy life, not love. It isn’t until after Steve graduates college they come back to Hawkins and Y/n finds comfort in a face from a life long ago…

Content Warnings: fem/AFAB!Reader, mature themes, forced/arranged marriage, making out, angst, smut in later parts, setting up plot, fluff/comfort

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Y/n L/N was a good girl.

She was an only child; her parents making the decision so when the time came, passing down the mining business and their other riches wouldn’t be complicated.

She was molded into the perfect child from the first moment she was in this world, always striving to make her mother and father proud by doing the things they asked of her… But there was now something else she was expected to do to keep the good life close.

At the time, she was a senior in high school, having moved to town the year before. She ran in the same social circle as Steve Harrington, much to the delight of her parents.

The two families soon gravitated towards one another when Y/n’s family, who dealt in the mining industry, met Steve’s, who owned Harrington Jeweler’s in Indianapolis.

Unfortunately, Charles L/N asked for an investment from Richard Harrington that fell through; leaving Y/n’s family with a heavy debt. Not to mention the on again off again superficial argument between the two men over whose name the company would bear once the merge happened.

Eventually Steve’s father decided rebranding wouldn’t be enough. So he decided to strike a deal with Charles L/N; in order for the debt to be paid and the business to keep one family name, it only made sense (on paper) for their children to get married.

“You want us to what?” Steve had said, standing from his seat. Y/n sat at the far end of the long oak dinner table, mouth hanging open in shock and her eyes already fading a thousand miles away.

“Steven, if you’d just listen—“

“No, dad! I don’t wanna listen anymore! You can choose what electives I take, my friends, the sports I play, the college I’ll go to, the business I’ll work in, but you can’t just tell me—“

“Steven! Sit. Down.” Richard Harrington barked.

Steve’s rant ceased immediately, sitting back down in his chair as if his father’s command had taken over his own free will. The shame in himself was no secret as the grimace shown on his face, his stare burning through the fine China plate.

“This is what’s going to happen: you’re going to get married, and you’ll each receive a share of your very own— on top of your trust fund. As long as you stay together, you won’t have to worry about anything, it’s simple!” Richard said before taking out a cigarette to smoke.

“W-What about college? What about Boston?” Y/n asked her parents, unaware of Steve’s concerned gaze on her.

“You won’t need it! You’ll be a housewife! Besides, you’ll go with Steve to Hartford while he’s playing ball at school, that’s close to Boston! You can see it whenever you feel like making the trip.” Her mother urged.

“Welcome to the housewife’s club!” Steve’s mother cheered with a raised glass.

Y/n didn’t dare mention Eddie, though the mere thought of him at this time nearly sent her head spinning. She needed to get out of here before she suffocated or hyperventilated or blew the fuck up spontaneously.

“We’re doing you a favor here, kids, you’re both single, you’re already friends—you’ll grow to love each other, I just know it!” Virginia L/N spoke up, Steve’s mom, Deborah, nodding vehemently in agreement.

For a moment Y/n heard a deafening ringing in her ear. Her dreams of the coast in Boston were no longer in the realm of possibility, let alone a career. “And if we don’t?” Y/n spoke up, her face blank as a brick wall.

“And if you don’t, you’ll quickly see you aren’t cut out for the life of the working class— you can kiss all this goodbye, and I mean everything.” Y/n’s father spoke gravelly while cutting the rest of his steak, his hard eyes on his daughter.

Y/n and Steve exchanged nervous glances from the far ends of the table; Steve rubbing his clenched jaw and Y/n chewing the inside of her lip. Steve shook his head at her once before looking back down at his empty plate, the prongs of his fork pressing down on the pink rose blooming on the face of the dish.

“So no objections?” Richard asked, looking between the two, setting a chuckle free when the two remained quiet. “Well, Charles,” Richard began, pouring the special champagne that sat in an ice bucket for the duration of the meal, “Looks like… we’re going to be an official family business.” Clink.

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It would be a long four years before the new Harringtons came back to the empty old family home in Hawkins, Indiana. Boxes scattered throughout the house holding decor that was mostly wedding gifts or handed down from their parents.

The relationship between Steve and Y/n barely changed—if anything they took a step backwards after the news of the engagement. The two were just becoming close within the circle of friends, Y/n having made fast friends with Steve’s friend Robin.

Steve always seemed to be at a distance to Y/n, his eyes hard and vacant when she spoke in the group, though he was never mean. Only uninterested.

He tried, he really did, though he couldn’t get himself to look at her that way, and credited it mostly to his father. He could see Y/n being his type—had he held a choice in the matter. But of course, Richard must come along and ruin what could’ve been. Now part of him couldn’t help but be repulsed by the girl no matter how innocent she was in the matter.

Even if Steve had taken interest in Y/n before the arrangement, there would be another obstacle deterring him from his goal; Eddie Munson.

The minute Y/n was introduced to the group, Eddie was hooked. He loved her strong yet quiet nature and hung on every word she uttered in conversation. Though he quickly learned he needed to stand next to her if he wanted to hear what she had to say.

Y/n was entranced by Eddie’s outgoing and charismatic personality, his striking wit never failing to make her giggle until she couldn’t breathe. He thought she was the best thing ever.

At the time of the engagement, they’d been in the beginnings of their official relationship after spending the better part of a year pining after one another. Even Steve was almost to the point of spelling it out for the two, but they finally got it together and went on two dates before the Harringtons made their deal with the L/Ns.

As soon as the two were excused, they were out of their seats. Steve went upstairs to his room, Robin on his mind and only a call away.

Y/n was out the door and down the road in her new car—a graduation present from her parents that she now saw as a ploy to butter her up.

“Guess she didn’t want to see the ring, yet.” Deborah Harrington sighed, throwing back the last of her drink.

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Eddie’s ears perked up at the sound of the smooth purr of the Mercedes pulling up by his window.

He immediately set down his guitar and straightened up his room a bit; fixing his bed and then grabbing all of the dirty cups and paper plates he could hold in his arms.

He rid himself of the filth just in time to hear her timid knock at the door. Eddie flew to it with a smile on his face, excited for the unexpected visit, when he opened the door to find his sweet girl utterly destroyed.

“Eddie…” she whispered through the tears.

“Hey! What’s wrong? Come inside, babe.” He helped her in, his arms engulfing her frame and leading her to his room to sit down like always. “I-I’m so sorry, I know Im not s-supposed to be here tonight—I should’ve called—“

“Those words are no good here—total nonsense, sweetheart. Talk to me. Did your parents say something to you again?” He asked, searching her face for answers. He worried further when her eyes wouldn’t meet his, even going as far as closing them to avoid his gaze as tears rushed down her face.

“Y/n, c’mon. It’s me, you can talk to me.” He urged quietly. Tears prickled at his eyes because deep down he knew things were ending before they even got started.

He cupped her jaw and leaned his forehead against hers. Her eyes remained closed as tears continued to flow freely. She soft sobs confirming his worries as she shook her head, her teeth still tingling from the heaving breaths she’d taken on the way over. “M-My parents… they’ve—I have to— it’s not my choice, I mean it is, but it’s—my options aren’t good here!” She said exasperatedly.

“Just breathe for a second and-and just let me hold you, yeah?” Eddie quietly suggested. Y/n nodded, putting her head where it fit the nicest in his neck, his natural musk paired with his cologne making her melt and ache for him. He pulled her forward to sit on his lap in an embrace. His cheek rested on her head as tears escaped the corners of his eyes, his body having much practice containing the sobs that were wracking him inside.

“I really like you, Eddie, you make me—they don’t—” She choked out, her voice quaking yet still holding strength, her nervous hands went to work fiddling with his shirt. She felt his chest inhale deeply against her head, the idea making her stomach drop.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can say it—do what you have to do.” He said with a nod, his voice a strained whisper. She shook her head, a sob escaping her. She leaned back, her eyes staying at his Adams apple.

“I don’t wanna.” She hiccuped.

“Did they find out?” He asked meekly. She shook her head and sobbed. “They want me to get married.”

Eddie stiffened and swallowed hard, “They got someone in mind already?” He nodded as if he were expecting it.

“They have someone, alright.” She confirmed in a flat whisper. Her hands found his, her heart leaping when his fingers instantly intertwined with hers and then sinking when he held onto them firmly, like a life line.

“They told me tonight—that I’m engaged.” She said.

“—Steve? Of course it’s fuckin’ Harrington.” He said through his teeth, his voice breaking. Her eyes involuntarily found his at the sound.

She took him in; his watery eyes a shade of pink she hadn’t seen in them before, his cheeks glistening with the tears that flowed down his face without shame. His lips were worry bitten, red and puffy and wet from where he’d run his tongue over them innumerably.

“You make me so happy, Eddie.” She whispered after a moment.

His eyes gazed deep into hers, his face finally crumpling with hurt as he watched her let him fall apart in her arms, affirming him through her own tears as if her own life hadn’t been hijacked.

“You are kind, and smart, and… wonderful… any girl—“

“Don’t say all that, stop—“ He said, his eyes closing in protest.

“…you make me smile just at the thought of you, and everything makes me think of you, Eds, I’ve never met anyone like you—“ she continued, lacing her fingers in his hair to remember what it feels like. “I-I’ve felt things I’ve never felt before when I’m with you.”

“Y/n, please.”

“I thought it was gonna be you.” She whispered in a sob. Eddie froze, his eyes opening on her chin and drifting up again, reluctantly looking her in the eye and letting loose a few more tears as he blinked. She cupped his face in her free hand and he leaned into her touch immediately nodding.

“Me too, sweetheart... Me too.” He kissed her palm. When he looked back at her she couldn’t help but lean over and press her lips to his with a sob, starting gentle movement against him.

Their tears lingered on their cheeks as their noses pressed into one another, moans slipping out freely. Their hands roamed, paying extra attention to texture and shape.

Eddie clung to her, dragging his hands along the exposed skin of her arms and neck, kissing everywhere he could. Y/n tried to hold back the tears so she could see him clearly but the exchange was blurry. She wanted to desperately to say how she fully felt, look him right in the eye and say ‘I love you, let’s run away together.’ But couldn’t live with the guilt she’d take with her.

It wasn’t until Y/n slid her hand up Eddie’s shirt that things stopped, the boy’s face jumping back from Y/n’s who sat breathless on his lap staring back at him.

“W-we could…” She said quietly.

Eddie thought for a moment, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead in to rest on hers again while he thought. After a moment his lip quivered as he shook his head ‘no’.

“I-I can’t do that with you just to lose you tomorrow, Y/n. That’s-it’ll kill me.” He managed in a whisper.

She sighed, her breath shaking as she did, though she nodded. More tears escaped as the understanding between them set in.

“S-So when you go away for college—“

“I don’t get to go anymore.”

“What?! Are you fucking joking? They can’t just take away your whole future—all your choices! C’mon, Y/n. You’re just gonna let them do that?” He asked with a scoff, anger bleeding into his sadness when she didn’t answer.

“Why don’t we just run away?” He suggested.

“Eddie, no! You have to finish school, and it’s not that simple anyway, if—“

“How? How is it not? What happens if you say no to all this? What—everything goes away?” He asked, his tears stopping for a moment while he spoke through clenched teeth. “He cuts you off? So it’s either me or daddy’s money?”

“No! No, Eddie it isn’t about you at all.”

“You’re right… you’re damn right it isn’t. It’s about you… and Steve.” He hissed, standing to his feet. “—Doing what every other rich kid would do in your position, either get married to the hot rich kid or lose the trust fund, I mean, what are ya gonna do?” He asked mockingly, going to his desk to stick a joint in his mouth, not bothering to ask her if she cared like he normally would as he lit it.

“It’s more than that Eddie, they owe a debt, they’re my family—“

“And it’s on you to pay that debt?”

“They’re my family, Eddie. What am I supposed to do, huh? Tell me, what would you do, Eddie the Brave?” She asked, her mouth twisted in hurt. “If Wayne owed a few hundred grand, and asked you to marry a decent person that you have no chance loving to get it forgiven— would you do it?” She stood, her eyes piercing through him.

His chest felt heavy with each drag he took, his nostrils flaring as the smoke escaped them like the dragon he could feel raging inside. His eyes softened after a moment, looking back up at her. “You know I would.” He spoke quietly.

She nodded. “I know.”

“He wouldn’t ask me to do that, though... He’d care about my happiness.” He uttered, finally finding the one advantage he had over a rich kid.

He sighed, his chest still for a moment before the sobs hit him again then pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes before he felt her embrace around him.

“W-When do you—“

“—I don’t know, sometime this summer before we leave for Hartford, I think. I didn’t really… stick around to discuss the details.”

“Just couldn’t wait to tell me the news, huh?” He asked, joking weakly as he ran a finger down her cheek, tracing the trail her sadness left.

She nodded. “Then we’re moving for at least four years… He’ll get his degree in business whatever… and I’ll sit inside and… rot? I don’t know...” She shrugged as Eddie tightened his grip, pressing a long kiss to the top of her head.

They stood there in silence for a minute before she need to leave in order to make curfew. “I don’t wanna let you go.” She hiccuped again, her face tense from how many times she’d fallen apart that evening.

“Y-You have to, baby.” He whispered in her ear, taking her arms from around his neck slowly and putting them by her sides. Their chests heaved, the hot tears slipping down their faces on the set tracks laid by the tears before them. She whimpered, a soft ‘no’ tumbling from her lips as he let go of her.

He inhaled sharply, taking her face in his hands and making himself look at her no matter how much it made his heart hurt. Her hands flew up to hold his wrists stroking him lovingly. “No matter what you do or where you go, my… feelings for you will follow, Y/n. I’m not sure I’ll ever feel this kinda stuff again, so… thanks for… for making me feel things—for making me feel so…” his eyes glimmered with tears as he searched for the right word before he shrugged, “good. You make me feel so, so fucking good.” He chuckled bitterly, losing himself in her eyes replaying their time spent together.

“I should’ve—I should’ve asked you out sooner, you know. We could’ve—we should’ve had more time together, but—“

“This would’ve hurt so much more, Eddie.” She whispered, her eyes tracing his Cupid’s bow for her memory to stow away.

He nodded, “I know…”

Y/n hiccuped as he took his hands off her face, gently taking her hands in his and bringing them to his lips for a tender kiss. “I want you to have something to remember me by.” He mentioned.

Y/n nodded earnestly, Eddie immediately looking down to his rings and pulling off one that sat on his right hand and placing it in her palm. “I, uh, always kinda pictured I’d give this to my steady girlfriend, cause it was, uh, what my mom wore of my dads in high school, but uh, I’m seriously… into you, sweetheart, and I think… I think I always will be. And if you’ll keep it for me, I want you to—“

She threw her arms around him in a heated kiss, her tongue coming out to nudge his lips for the first time. Eddie groaned, his arms finding her waist as he opened his mouth, letting her lick into him.

She explored shamelessly, a heavy contrast to their few timid and exploratory make out sessions. Y/n, like Eddie, hadn’t had a real relationship before and felt it was best for them to take things slow, to which Eddie agreed immediately and respected because they both assumed they had more time.

“Please—“ Eddie muttered against her lips, his voice strained as his fingers tightened around her arms. Y/n took this as a green light and hurriedly took her kisses to his neck, working down the column of his throat and leaving love bites like she’d always planned.

“Y/n, please— you have to go, I’m sorry, I can’t.” He said with a firm hand on her, moving himself away from her embrace and avoiding eye contact as they stood in silence. “I can’t taste anymore of what I can’t ever have again, okay? Nothing else. Please.” He practically begged.

She shook her head immediately, “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I—I didn’t think—“

“Don’t apologize, I want it just as badly as you do, Princess.” He said, taking one small step to her, his hand poised to wipe the tears away before stopping himself and sighing.

“How am I supposed to let you walk outta here?” He whispered, more tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of her in his doorway for the last time.

“Just… close your eyes.” She whispered, her gaze unwavering from his. He was hesitant, his brow crinkling at the prospect of the last glimpse of his love before she’s gone from him for good.

“It’ll be okay, baby.” She whispered, nodding at him assuringly. Eddie held back a whimper by taking a deep breath when he scrunched his eyes closed.

Y/n took him in, her heart crumbling at the sight of the boy she fell in love with so broken because of her. She looked down at her jewlery, searching for something to leave him. She took off both of her small silver hoops, and all of her silver rings and left them on his pillow along with a plain silver chain from around her neck that held her first initial.

“I want you to count, okay?” She asked, conjuring her strongest voice for him. Eddie nodded hesitantly but did. “J-just count to… to 50. Okay?” She asked, her mouth now dry and her heart racing.

Eddie’s eyebrows knitted together as he nodded, counting to himself in a slow mumble that quivered. “1… 2… 3… 4…”

She stood, and watched him until he reached 15, taking two steps away before he froze and stopped, seemingly waiting in anticipation. Without opening his eyes, he tilted his head down and stuck his chin out, as if searching for a last kiss.

She seized her opportunity and gently took his face his her hands, placing one last sweet kiss to his lips as the tears rained down profusely. It took them back to the tenderness of their first kiss they shared only a month before.

She pulled away, taking care not to touch him anywhere else as she stepped away. Eddie whimpered as his hand reached out blindly for her as she passed through the doorway.

She turned away from him before he sniffed and resumed counting from 15 with a voice thick with tears and heavy breath as he battled his body’s reaction to heartbreak, hoping to keep it in until he could hear her drive away. He prayed he counted loud enough he wouldn’t hear the screech of the screen door, which Y/n carefully opened and closed after much practice of sneaking in and out from the late movie nights spent here.

“35… 36…37—fuck— 38..”

Y/n ran over to her car, her sobs carelessly falling from her lips with every step she took. She yanked her door open and started the engine, jerking the gearshift into reverse before she could change her mind and tell Eddie to pack a bag.

When he got to 42, Eddie heard the spin of her tires throwing gravel as she sped out of the park, his feet moving before he realized he was yanking the front door open and calling after her from the front yard, his face cold and wet against the early spring chill

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The Harrington wedding came and went in the summer, a fancy wedding at a cathedral in Indianapolis despite neither of the families being catholic, or religious for that matter. Their friends attended, except for Eddie, who sent his well wishes with Dustin in the form of a single white rose.

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When the time finally came, Steve Harrington graduated college. Did he have tons of help over the phone and utilize his knowledge thirsty genius friend? Absolutely. But his name was on the diploma, and that meant it was time to go back to Hawkins.

Steve was ready to be back home with his friends, but he entered the county line with a sour taste in his mouth at the thought of seeing Nancy. He knew she had long since moved on, thinking the four years without contact and a new wife would help. But alas, love does not know space or time, and just because you live in close proximity with someone doesn’t mean you’ll fall in love.

Y/n spent most of her evenings since returning to Hawkins unpacking and decorating until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She could only rearrange the furniture so many times before Steve got annoyed, which was more often than not lately.

Steve spent a lot of time in the week staying in Indianapolis like their parents did, though Y/n didn’t mind, his absence wasn’t ever a problem. Steve never woke her coming in late since he had his old room, claiming it’d feel weird to take his parents room.

Even in Hartford the two had separate rooms in the apartment, practically the worlds crappiest roommate situation. Y/n had sank deeper and deeper into the throes of her sadness, each night feeling so small and cold in the large bed. The smell of clean linens brought tears to her eyes many nights while she wished so hard to recall the way Eddie’s pillow smelled.

She knew where Steve spent his time, and it wasn’t like it bothered her in the way it would bother the majority of other wives. She just craved companionship—anyone’s. She’d hoped that at the least the two of them could be friends, maybe have nights with Robin like they did before their parents married them off.

Instead, Steve wished to spend his free evenings at the Dollhouse seeing ‘the most beautiful girl in Texas’, Dallas Rose.

The first time Y/n found Steve at the Dollhouse was a complete accident. She’d called Robin and asked if she’d heard from Steve, since he’d failed to come home for dinner.

Robin informed her that Steve had called her a couple hours earlier and gave her the number to the ‘gentlemen’s club’ he’d be meeting at, not knowing Steve’s true intentions

Y/n was stunned, only because she didn’t peg Steve as the strip club type, but shrugged it off and wrote down the number on the back of her hand. She hung up and dialed the number immediately, a smirk on her face when a chipper voice sounded on the other end.

“Dollhouse! How can I help you?” A woman said.

“Hi! This is Robin Buckley calling for Steve Harrington.”

“One moment, please!”

The line clicked and sultry R&B music played for the hold music. After a moment, the line clicked with the sound of the phone being lifted from the receiver followed by “Hey, Robs, what’s up?”

Y/n scoffed with a smile, “Y’know, I made chicken breast for dinner, Harrington, you didn’t have to go all the way to the club to see some tits.” She laughed into the mouthpiece sounding unimpressed.

“Wha-Y/n?! I-I can ex—“

“Save it, Steve, you and I both know I don’t care. I just assumed you had a girlfriend you were staying with, is all.” She shrugged honestly.

Steve stuttered into the line, running his hand through his hair and rubbing his tired eyes as he tried to make sense of the conversation between them. “A—W-We’re married. I wouldn’t have a girlfriend—“

“Yeah, well if you want some, go get some, you have my blessing. Just don’t keep me in the dark, alright? If you’re gonna be anything to me, I want you to be honest.”

And that was the last secret Steve kept from his wife.

She really didn’t expect anything to change once they got back to Indiana, especially not in the way things did.

Steve would call and check in every couple of days or so, the two feeling some sort of obligation to keep tabs on the other’s wellbeing. “I’m, uh, staying here again tonight, so… you don’t have to make me a plate or anything.” He mumbled into the mouth piece.

“Okay, no worries.” She sighed, the conversations between them always making her head pull her away to somewhere else—anywhere else. Steve related, his ears only half listening as he colored in a few boxes on a spreadsheet he was struggling to keep from going cross eyed over.

The two wanted to be friends. They really did. Whether it was the never ending awkwardness of marrying someone you don’t truly know or love, disregarding the force behind it all, of course, or the fact they both knew they could never belong to each other no matter if they tried or not.

So they did each other favors when they could.

“Y’know, if you’re… feeling up to it, maybe you could, uh, take the car to the body shop in town? I forgot I called up there and made an appointment— wouldn’t wanna stand them up. It’s due for an oil change and I’m tired of seeing that scratch down the side.” Steve mumbled, telling a half truth and hoping the rumor he heard wasn’t just.

“Uh, yeah. I can do that for you. Anything else?” She asked as if it were any other chore he’d request from her.

“Uh, nope. That’s all. Call me later and let me know how it goes.” He said before hanging up, mentally facepalming himself for forgetting to leave a call back number or at least tell her bye.

The abrupt cut of the line made Y/n flinch, her gold jewlery rattling on her wrists. Y/n hung the phone up on the hook, looking at her kitchen that was taking shape. She looked at the corner next to the glass doors that led to the patio, gasping when she remembered the hazy night spent here one late winter evening in 1986.

Steve had thrown a small get together for his friends and a few cliques from school that were deemed worthy enough, like the band, theatre, and art kids Robin insisted on inviting, Y/n being one of them. She’d said maybe two words to Steve all night, eagerly waiting for her date to show up.

In typical Eddie fashion, he was an hour late, Y/n feeling tipsy, high and discouraged when he found her slumped in the corner with shiny eyes. He was breathless as he jogged up to her.

He’d frantically explained how his van wouldn’t start and his back up ride fell through last minute so he ended up running the whole way to Steve’s. Y/n sniffed and chuckled, throwing her arms around him before he could finish his story. The boy was relieved, immediately accepting her embrace and threw his arms around her and gaining control of his breath.

“Thanks for being patient with me, sweetheart, it means the wor—wait, were you crying?” He asked once he took a good look at her face.

Y/n gasped softly and shook her head insistently though the two tear tracks beside her eyes were indicative of her white lie. Eddie tsked as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“I think it’s really sweet of you to try to preserve my feelings or try to be tough, or whatever, but I simply will not stand by without righting a wrong I’ve made. Especially with you. Did you think I wasn’t gonna—“

She nodded, one more year escaping as she bit back an embarrassed chuckle and wiped her face. “Can I fix it?” He asked, finding her gaze with his eyes by bending down.

She scoffed, “You didn’t do anything, Eddie, I just got nervous.” She shrugged.

“Why?”

She rolled her eyes in embarrassment, her cheeks burning as his hands found hers. “Cause I like you, in case you were unaware…” she said quietly, keeping her eyes on the collar of his shirt as a familiar warmth washed over her, her thoughts quickly wondering what it’d feel like to sink her teeth into the side of his neck before she shook her head at herself for being so crass.

“Well, Princess, in case you were unaware… I’m kinda crazy about you.” He spoke lowly next to her ear. “If there’s anything I can do to make it better…” He said almost suggestively. Y/n giggled, before sipping her drink, which Eddie just noticed reeked of whiskey.

“Y/n!” He gasped quietly with a teasing smile. “I never thought I’d see the day. What would mommy and daddy say?”

“Mommy and daddy aren’t here, besides, it isn’t like they don’t drink gallons of this shit anyway.” She scoffed making Eddie laugh. He loved seeing her relaxed, he knew she had it in her.

“Have you done anything else considered questionable in my absence?” He asked with curiosity twinkling in his eye.

She smiled, her nose wrinkling before she looked down in embarrassment.

“Ope! What’d she do?” He asked quietly, stepping a little closer til her back leaned against the wall as he placed his hand on her waist, bending down closer to smell her hair once more before a light bulb went off in his head, “Oh, sweetheart, did you smoke weed without me?” He looked back up at her with pleasant surprise.

“Seems as though we’re even, now.” She said with a smirk. Eddie shook his head gently.

“No, I don’t think we are.” He said to her lips, his hand drifting up to graze her chin as the world around them faded away. Y/n’s eyes stayed on his perfect full lips, sparks nipping at her chin where his skin brushed hers before taking hold of it a little more firmly.

“Eddie, will you please kiss me?” She whispered right before he closed the gap, their mouths moving in tandem from the start. Eddie hummed a groan of satisfaction against her as his eyes fluttered closed, his body seemingly melting against her. Their arms couldn’t hold the other close enough, but the slow sweet kiss they shared sent them spiraling into bliss.

When the fog lifted, Y/n turned to the counter and grabbed Steve’s keys, rushing out the door before she could look back.

Part 2

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😭 omg you’re Hades x Persephone artwork is so amazing! I can’t get enough of the comic strips! If you turned this into a comic series I’d totally read it!

I did have a question if you didn’t mind. What would you say your version would be of Hades ‘kidnapping’ Persephone like in the original story?

Can’t wait to see more of your work! Take care!

Strap in cause this is going to be a long(ish) explanation! 😂

Disney obviously took many liberties with the Hercules film, especially with Hades, so I’m kinda putting a twist on the abduction story —

Disney’s Hades is clever and a bit of a snake oil peddler so when it comes to the whole “throwing her over his shoulder and disappearing into the night” narrative, I just don’t see him doing that?

He’s never that direct. He’s got a back-door solution to all his problems.

Here’s how I think he’d do it —

I have the story mapped out like this: Persephone makes her annual appearance on spring and Hades is topside for some reason (possibly plotting the downfall of his brothers, semantics I’m still developing!) when he notices her for the first time.

Based on the show’s logic, I’m gonna assume he doesn’t volunteer to spend a lot of time on the surface during spring, considering how much he despises it.

Anyway, Hermes is making his rounds and notices Hades getting ready to make a move so he intervenes initially. But then, lightbulb! He figures it’s probably best that Hades find himself a wife so he’s too distracted to cause chaos for the rest of the pantheon. From here, he and several other gods start to engineer circumstances to bring Hades and Persephone together.

I’m going for a very Star-crossed lovers vibe on this one, kind of Romeo and Juliet, since historically speaking Demeter and Hades aren’t on good terms. Demeter has already arranged for her daughter to marry another Olympian (in this case, Ares. I’m using him because he’s pig-headed and bullish enough in character to rival Hades as a villain!), this is naturally a bone of contention between the two of them because Persephone can’t stand the guys.

I like the idea of Hades and Persephone meeting up secretly, going on “pseudo-dates” to get away from their Godly duties and the pressures of being them. They begin to discover they have a lot more in common than they expected. Eventually they fall in love and Persephone has to make a decision — break off the engagement with Ares or follow through on the marriage and be miserable.

Of course this is also an issue for Hades so as the conflict comes to a head, he offers Demeter an ultimatum, either she allows her daughter to stay with him or he unleashes the Underworld’s entire soul content on the surface to wreak havoc on the mortal and godly realms respectively (he’s bluffing).

Zeus and Hera both know this but want to see him happy and out of their hair. They decide to play along.

Zeus uses his divine influence to make a deal with his brother in Demeter’s stead, so Hades draws up a contract (as he is wont to do) and the pair of them agree that Persephone is to spend six months in the underworld and six months on the surface working with her mother. Fair enough, right?

Since the whole scheme wasn’t strictly consensual, Persephone is hurt and angry that Hades would be so cavalier with signing away her freedom. Hades tries to explain to her that he was only trying to protect her from marrying someone she didn’t love and by extension not lose her to Ares for eternity in the process.

Although it was “technically” against her will, it definitely wasn’t forced, because I truly believe Disney’s Hades would want her to be happy with him in the Underworld like any other version would. 😂

There’s a lot of build up in my mind before they get to that point, by the time any of this takes place they’re already in a well established relationship, but that’s the gist of it.

She eventually forgives him and they live happily ever after! ❤️

[justsomeoneunordinary]

I wish you'd write a fic where Izuna and Mito work together for something. i love your badass, powerful and ruthless Mito, and I think she and Izuna deserve the chance to wreak havoc together

Tbh, I came up pretty blank with this request. There’s a reason why I don’t write missions or fighting and only glaze over them. 😭💔 But have a little something anyway, dear anon:

The Kaguya Clan requests a meeting with Konoha’s leaders for a possible alliance or even to join in. Everyone knows it’s a trap—the Kaguya are well known for their bloodthirst and warmongering. But Konoha can’t afford declining either, as it could discourage other clans to join

Izuna and Mito are having none of that. This is Izuna’s brother’s/Mito’s husband’s dream and neither will allow that dream to be shattered

So they go on an unofficial (and also secret because neither Hashirama nor Madara knows) mission to discourage the Kaguya from coming even close to Konoha

They don’t go together actually, they just happen to have the same idea, and since they’re both headed in the same direction, their meeting is inevitable. Izuna and Mito attack each other at first, thinking the other is enemy shinobi, before realizing what’s up. Neither is willing to go back to Konoha, so they decide to team up

Since this is a secret mission, they can’t let other clans know that Konoha is now eliminating whole clans. It means Izuna and Mito can’t use their signature jutsus—Izuna can’t use his Mangekyou abilities and Mito can’t unleash the Kyuubi, no matter how much she’d love to

Getting in the compound is easy—a quick genjutsu Izuna’s and a swift slit to the throat from Mito give them a way past the guards

Separating and sneaking from home to home, they only manage a handful of assassinations before someone sounds the alarms and all hell breaks loose

It’s a blood bath from then on, really

Izuna is careful not to use katon, keeps it to raiton instead and electroshocks his opponents

Mito, who’s mostly known for her seals and poisoned senbon, uses suiton instead and combines it with Izuna’s raiton

Izuna genjutsu’s some of them to fight against each other

There’s definitely a moment where Mito gets ahold of one of those bone weapons of the Kaguya’s kekkei genkai and rams it into someone’s jugular

At some point, Izuna is being attacked from behind while he’s occupied with two other shinobi, and Mito steps in quickly, paralyzing said attacker with a seal, which later once they’re dealt with, Izuna burns off so it can’t be traced back to Mito

They end up fighting back-to-back, and for two people who’ve never fought with each other before, never even spoke much to each other before, they get in sync really well

In the end, not a single Kaguya shinobi is left alive. The civilian district is, thankfully, farther away in the compound, and Izuna and Mito can only hope none of them caught a glimpse of what they look like

They don’t talk on their way back to Konoha. But it’s a comfortable silence—there’s understanding now between them, which they lacked before. And a lot of respect for each other

They arrive a day before news reaches Konoha that the Kaguya Clan has been completely eliminated. Instead of going home, they first visit Tobirama, who knew what these two were up to the moment they disappeared, for healing, so that neither Hashirama nor Madara would know what Izuna and Mito had done that night

And they never find out. But they suspect

And Izuna and Mito become the closest friends overnight, taking the secret of what happened to the Kaguya to their grave

Less fighting, more everything else, but… hope it’s a something anyway :)

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[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi! Sending nudes or lewd texts to Eiji hcs pls! Thx!

I'm gonna be honest folks, I wanted this to stay a short piece but it turned into 2.5K+ fanfiction 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I'd apologize, but I'm not even sorry. I'm gonna go even further and say that this may have helped take me out of writer's block, even. Whoever you are, anon, I hope both sides of your pillow are cold at night cause you may have just gotten me out of my writing slump. I SWEAR I THOUGHT THIS WOULD STAY SHORT WHEN I STARTED, BUT I JUST KEPT ON GOING AND WRITING MORE, AND I LOVE THIS FOR ME 😭😭

Anyway, Mr. Eiji Mitamura from the critically acclaimed game Yakuza 8: Infinite Wealth, just one chance, I'm begging.

Me: Ei-chaaaan

Me: Can you come over?

It’s normally not like you to ask Eiji to come over so late. But you know he’s a night owl, usually up at this time of night, so the chances of him answering are pretty high. It’s for a very important reason, too—that being, you are horny out of your mind and can’t sleep. Eiji has always been able to help with that, and he never says no to a good fuck either. He’s not your boyfriend, officially speaking, but the nights he stays over have started to outnumber the ones he does not. You’ll have to give it a name sooner or later. Not tonight though. Tonight, you need only one thing.

Eiji: That depends

Me: Jesus, don’t do this to me

Me: I’m so fucking horny

Eiji: Damn, must suck

Eiji: For you

Eiji: Nighty night!

“Asshole,” you say, like he can even hear you.

He is probably sitting at Club Guilty, drink in one hand and his phone in the other. Maybe with some whore kneeling between his legs, sucking his dick. He’s never had any qualms with anyone seeing him like that: grinding against you till you both came, sneaking a hand inside your shorts, under your shirt. A handful of thigh or ass or chest. Shameless asshole—he could’ve asked you to come to the club with him tonight and you would’ve said yes, and you’ll be riding the shit out of him right there, right now.

Settling for a random bitch he found at the club when he has no need for it? No, you decide. That’s not Eiji. He likes you too much for that; likes how easy it is with you, to get you out of your clothes and into bed, the dirty shit that comes out of your mouth.

“Jesus, you’re fucking filthy.” He said the first time you hooked up. His breath hitched and his hips stuttered. “Wanted to get fucked that badly? Stuffed to the brim with cock?”

“Y-You’re one to talk—oh, shit!”

And shit indeed. Remembering all this stuff is certainly not helping. If anything, it’s getting you even more hot and bothered than before. Familiar pit of warmth inside your stomach, restless moving around, clinging to the phone even harder. Eiji hasn’t sent another text since that last one, and you know he won’t unless you keep things moving. That’s how he operates—it’s all some sort of fucked-up power play for him. It’s insufferable. He is insufferable. He is turning you on. You are turned on and desperate and want him right now.

Me: Asshole

Me: Come do something about it

Eiji: Why though?

Eiji: Doesn’t sound like my problem

Eiji: Rub one out or something, I know you have toys lying around the house

Me: Oh, fuck you!

Eiji: Not exactly, no

Eiji: Was that all? Can I go back to minding my business?

You know just how far he can push this little game of his. He’s done it before. He has left you waiting for hours until you had finally begged enough for his liking and he backed down and came. It pissed you off. He is pissing you off. He’s got your hand sneaking underneath your shirt and toying with an increasingly hardening nipple. It’s good, but it’s not him. It’s not what you need.

Me: Eiji Mitamura

Me: If I don’t get your dick inside me in the next hour I will loose it

Eiji: Aww, that’s cute!

Eiji: Too bad though, I’m kinda busy over here

The next thing that comes is a picture, surprisingly enough. It catches you off guard: Eiji very rarely sends them, not wanting anyone to intrude on his business, see what he’s up to. But the underlying meaning of what it must mean that he’s sending them to you doesn’t matter right now.

First thing that crosses your mind is that he definitely took the pic from that angle deliberately; from up high, looking down at his parted legs, where he’s keeping his drink that’s mostly ice by now. Not much else can be seen, but the colored lightning is enough to let you know that you were right, he is at Club Guilty. He is wearing those black pants and the Hawaiian black-and-blue shirt he loves and that you have grown fond of as well. It’s simple enough, but he pulls it off so well you can’t complain. He doesn’t need to dress up any more to look good.

It’s very easy to take it off for sex, too.

Jesus, you are too fucking horny to think straight. Eiji definitely knew what he was doing with this photo. He deliberately posed for it and spread his legs wider on purpose. It goes unsaid but you immediately imagine how there is just enough room for you to crawl in between them. Those pants just so happen to highlight the crotch area, too.

Fucking asshole.

But something about this push-and-pull does get you going. It gets you going so badly that next thing you know, you are the one taking a photo and pressing ‘send’.

You know he has no issue with opening a photo like that in public. Close-up of your chest, silvery moonlight tastefully falling across your skin, accentuating the fading hickeys he left all over you the last time you hung out and the reddish color of your nipple between your fingers. You can almost see the shit-eating grin on his face, not even bothering to hide his phone screen from the view of strangers.

They can look all they want, but not touch, anyway.

Eiji: Aww, so desperate for me already?

Eiji: Why are you not fucking yourself on your toys already, hm?

Eiji: You want the real thing that badly?

Me: Asshole

Me: You know I do

Me: So come on over

Eiji: I don’t know, that little sneak peek was kinda weak

Of course. You should have seen that coming. Eiji wouldn’t be swayed that easily by something so tame. It was still worth a try though, you figure.

So, you take another.

Eiji: Now that’s what I was talking about

Eiji: The little slut got wet just from some flirting? That’s adorable!

Shit, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but you did. You woke up an hour after going to bed, too hot and bothered to go back to sleep and aching for Eiji.

Groveling like this is not usually your style, you like to play hard to get and see who cracks first. But, just like Eiji put it, some light flirting already has you salivating at the mouth. One photo of his legs spread with a glass between them and you are already thinking about creeping in between them and unzipping his pants. With your fucking teeth if necessary; the asshole thought it was hot last time you did it.

But you wouldn’t spend too much time on that—you’d go straight to taking him into your mouth. Down to the base, like you’ve done before, like he’s been training you to do. He likes having his cock sucked and you like sucking it; the weight of it in your tongue, the slimy trickle of pre-cum down your throat, the way your gag reflex has all but disappeared at this point. Everything really, down to the musky smell that would normally gross you out on anybody else. He’ll grip your hair tight like you are about to go anywhere (you wouldn’t; if you were given a choice, you wouldn’t), buck his hips into your mouth hoping to hit that slight gag reflex still in you and thrusting harder when he doesn’t get it. Silly thought, really. He’s made you that way. He doesn’t get to get frustrated about it now.

You’d let him use you like a toy until he comes. Giving him that illusion of power is kind of fun. He thinks he can call the shots every time, but you know better. You suspect that he is aware, that you are just letting him believe he is in control when he is really not. But if he knows, he doesn’t say it. He is into it. You are into it. You keep your little silent agreement and don’t speak about it.

Speaking with Eiji is kind of a touchy subject, actually. He was so closed off when you met, back at Club Guilty (everything just comes back to that damn place, doesn’t it?), when he ordered a drink for you and you thought he was some stuck-up imbecile looking for a cheap lay. Two drinks later, you were in the restroom of the club, pulling on his hair and doing very little to keep your noises at bay, as his hips slammed against your ass.

The rest was kinda the textbook definition of a fuckbuddies relationship. He called you or you called him. You’ve ridden him in the couch of your living room more times than you could count on, he’s been a sadistic fuck and tied you up to your bed with a vibe on the highest setting inside, edging you for hours until you were red-eyed, sobbing on his shoulder and clawing at his back. Talking was never really a part of the equation, your conversations always circling around to the same topic.

But lately... He’s been opening up, as it were. Telling you things about an accident, about how he used to be a journalist. You’ve seen him freshly woken up, a bird’s nest for hair and wearing glasses around. Shortsightedness, he said, and left it at that. Then he rolled over and made coffee.

It’s nothing borderline domestic like that, but it’s so different from what you once were. And it seems he hasn’t noticed. Or you are misreading things. Or he has noticed and simply doesn’t mind it too much. Maybe he’s grown so used to your presence that he couldn’t care less. If it happens, it happens.

That’s not your concern right now though. You can fret over your relationship status all you want when you are not turned on beyond belief, one of your fingers threatening to slip inside. A placebo that you know won’t work. You need the real thing or nothing at all.

Your grip on the phone tightens a little. The screen could crack if you’re not careful. The thought flashes through your mind in a moment of clarity, one of those you rarely have when you are horny.  You spare it a side glance just on time to see it.

Eiji is calling.

“Took you long enough, you—” Your voice catches in your throat, a little breathless. He chuckles lowly, clearly amused, but you hear it nonetheless. “You bastard...”

“Still coherent enough to talk shit, I see.”

“And whose fault is it?” Hook, line and sinker. He wanted you to bite and you did. “Maybe shove something in my mouth if you want me to shut up!"

“So vulgar...” He says. You didn’t catch it earlier, but he’s not shouting over the loud music like he would if he were still at the club. It’s his normal, speaking voice. A little short of breath, perhaps, like he is walking somewhere. Walking fast. “Who taught you to speak like that?”

It makes you whine, inevitably. You thrash around in the bed. The sheets feel wet against your skin from the sweat down your back. Oh, you are gonna have to change them for sure. Idly, you wonder if Eiji would help with that.

“Oh, don’t get smart with me! You fu—”

“You are still talking back, brat?” He says it so matter-of-factly, clearly not looking for an answer. He gets one regardless though—another whine. “Damn, you want it so bad you’re touching yourself already? No self-restraint at all? What a whore. But you’re my whore, aren’t you?”

“How long...?” And you lose track of your words. Your thoughts get all jumbled and scattered, and you have to bite down on your tongue and shut your eyes in frustration. Your free hand latches on to your blanket and pulls. Shame that you changed them since the last time Eiji stayed the night—maybe, then, they would still smell like him. If they did, you could be smelling them and rutting against your pillow. Instead, you are calling Eiji so late and enduring this endless teasing before actually getting anything out of the whole ordeal. “How long till you get here?”

He muses. Makes a thoughtful little noise from the bottom of his throat like he’s thinking so hard. You can almost imagine him slowing down on purpose, just to take longer to get home. Your home.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Eiji, Jesus Christ,” You almost scream, then decide against it. You are already going to give our neighbors hell the moment Eiji knocks on the door, they deserve every lick of sleep they can get before that. “I want your fucking cock inside me, just—I want you to make me fucking cry. Shove my head in the damn pillow and keep going for all I care. Use me, come in me, call me names, I don’t give a shit, I just don’t wanna be able to walk tomorrow! These marks are already going away, you saw it, and I need... need more. I don’t care if people see them. I want them to! I want to look like a bunch of mosquitos mauled me when I look in the mirror! I want to get up and still feel your cum inside, make it feel like you own me! Just... Please.”

Well, so much for letting your neighbors get their sleep. Not like they don’t know already. The headboard makes this loud, banging noise every time, and Eiji doesn’t exactly keep his dirty thoughts to himself, just like you don’t. Maybe that’s why things work so well for you two. You have even started grinding down on the bed as you speak, completely unconsciously, just to get some friction. Just something.

“For a pretty thing like you, your mouth is damn filthy, you know? Love that about you.”

“Eiji...”

“Oh, don’t sound so sad! I never said I wouldn’t come, did I? You just jumped to conclusions cause you’re too horny to care what anyone has to say. If you’re not getting stuffed with cock, you don’t care. You’re slutty like that. Truly nasty...”

He keeps talking, talking, talking. The tap-tap-tap of his footsteps in the background is the one constant keeping you sane.

Until they stop.

“You’ll have to give me a key to your place one of these days if you’re gonna keep calling this late.” He muses out loud. But you don’t even have time to consider his proposal when he speaks again. “Now come open the door for me, baby.”

His voice is mellow and soft. The pet name, new and foreign, though not unwelcome. It makes you a little lightheaded to hear it.

Maybe you do need to give Eiji a key to your apartment. You will sit on the idea for the time being, then ponder later, when you are together in your bed.

After he has fucked the daylights out of you, of course.

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part xx- until the end of the line

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

summary: 78 years later, you, steve, and bucky get your fairytail ending

wordcount: 1k

warnings: slight angst, cussing

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll @moonlightreader649 @saranghaey @almosttoopizza @itsprashimusic @yourfavunsub

a/n: i’m so so sad to see this series go 😭 but i’ve really loved it fr and i’m excited to see where to go next. i’m not sure if i want to start another series or kinda just do some one shots or re-open requests, but ig we’ll see where it goes. love you all so, so much, and thank you for reading. i hope you enjoy 🫶

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“Is that everything?”

Steve nods as he sets the last box on the counter.

It’s only been a few months since everyone came back, but you all decided to move back to New York to be closer to everyone. Back to Brooklyn, precisely.

Natasha’s funeral was small. Quiet and personal on the lake at Tony’s cabin. A statue for her was being made, and would eventually sit a block or two from the tower.

Her absence was always noticeable, but everyone was slowly coming to grips with it. She would hate to see anyone wallowing.

You’d given your Romanian cottage to Wanda, who’d been intent on working on the grief of losing Vision. She called every now and then, showing you your healthy chickens and garden that thrived under her care.

Now, with Steve’s recent retirement and a bit of cash from the government as compensation, you all bought a large apartment back home.

Two arms, one metal and one skin, wrap around your waist. Bucky rests his head in between your wings and sighs.

“Don’t wanna unpack yet,” he mumbles. You laugh, turning around to kiss him before grabbing a box.

“C’mon. The faster we get done, the faster you can see your surprise.”

Both of your boys’ heads perked up at that. You had been hinting at it for weeks, but refused to tell them.

It had been a guessing game for a while now. A pet, another road trip, a shitty musical on Steve’s life? (That last one was true, much to your disdain.)

The one thing they hadn’t guessed was the small box tucked in the flowerbed full of phlox on your balcony.

“You never keep secrets,” Steve says as he starts hanging up clothes in the large closet. “Shocked you managed to keep this one.”

You gasp in fake indignation. “Steven Grant Rogers! How could you?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Buck chimes in. “So inconsiderate.”

The blond rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead before grabbing a new box of clothes.

“I’m sorry, you are so very good at keeping secrets,” he grins.

Unpacking moves quickly from there, the three of you working efficiently as the sun starts sinking in the sky.

By the time you’re done, it’s 6:00. Stark’s throwing a party at 6:30, and he’ll throw a fit if you’re late.

He still bitches a bit when you make it at 6:15.

Most everyone’s there, smiling and filling each other in on the past months’ events.

Tony’s little girl is running around, Peter trailing close after her to make sure she doesn’t trip. Shuri and Bruce are in a heated yet friendly debate over AI, exchanging words that you don’t recognize, and from the look of T’Challa, who stands nearby, he doesn’t either.

Sam’s standing with your boys, annoying Bucky as Steve mediates. The new group, the “Guardians of the Galaxy” has huddled around Stephen Strange as the grumbling doctor creates various portals.

Everyone else is scattered about, drinking and enjoying each others’ company.

“Stark,” you greet at the presence behind you.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” he asks. You hum, glancing over at his new prosthetic. “How’s it been with the grandpas?”

“It’s been nice,” you admit. “Finished getting everything moved in today.” He nods, pretending to think for a moment before launching the question that brought him over in the first place.

“Soooo… Any upcoming fancy events we need to know about?”

You raise an eyebrow, not taking the bait. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know.” Stark waves a dismissive hand. “Two suits for them, a nice dress for you. White is really your color by the way. Plus, maybe it could have a nice cake at it. A few dances, nothing special.”

When you only deadpan at him, he continues.

“It could start with ‘W’ and end in ‘edding’-“

“Alright, maybe!” you finally say. “I haven’t given them the rings yet.”

Tony balks. “Seriously? Of all the people I expected to be nervous about proposing, it wouldn’t be you.”

You frown. “Why?”

“Listen, the three of you are madly in love. Anyone who’s anyone could tell you that, if any of us were made for each other, it’s you three.” He silently gags at his words, as if disgusted by the sappiness. “I hate it, but I’m right.”

He sips his (Morgan’s) sparkling grape juice. “Speak of the devils.”

You look up as your boys approach.

“Hey doll,” Bucky smiles before pressing a kiss to your hand. “Miss us?”

“Please,” Tony holds up a hand. “Spare me.”

He whisks away after his daughter, but not before nodding to you with a very obvious wink.

Maybe he’s right.

———————————————————————

That night, as soon as you get home, your boys are pestering you for the surprise.

“Fine, fine,” you concede, opening the doors to the balcony. “Go sit down on the couch.”

When you present the small box, you can hear both of their heart rates quicken.

“Um, the last five years, I had a lot of time to think,” you begin. “It was horrible, being alone. Sure, not everyone was gone, but you two were, and every morning I’d wake up and-“ You pause to swallow the tears.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky whispers. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, doll.”

You sit in between them, wings getting squished a bit on the plush couch.

You give a firm nod, pressing forward. “Anyways, when we were going back in time for the Stones, they had me do a test run.”

“Where’d you go?” Steve asks.

A pause. “I went back to our apartment. Before the war. And I grabbed this.”

You open the box, where three gold bands lie.

“They’re…“

“My parents’,” you cut the brunet off. “My dad always promised my mom he’d resize and put a diamond on her wedding band when he had enough money, but… he never got around to it.”

Steve and Bucky each lift a band, with you doing the same.

“D’you want a traditional proposal?” Steve jokes. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Nothing about us is traditional,” you reply.

All three of you wordlessly slip on the rings, before Bucky pipes up from your left with both pinkies extended.

“‘Til the end of the line?”

You and Steve respond in kind.

“Until the end of the line.”