#I’m gonna weep tomorrow I swear

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Hear me out please…

Imagine Bucky doing this as a way to get you stay home from work and says something like “Nope. You can’t leave. If you leave, I’m going with you.”

The Bed's Warm, Why Go?

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: swearing, unprotected sex (darlings, please wrap your man's pig in a blanket), p in v, nipple sucking, mentions of cum, cumming inside. (If I have left anything out pls DM me and let me know 😊)

WORD COUNT: 730

ENJOY!

"Doll, don't leave me all alone," his arm snakes around your middle just as you're about to get up from bed. He pulls you towards him, and your back hits his warm, bare chest.

"Love, you know I don't wanna go," you turn in your place and smile at him while scratching his stubble. "Then don't," he pouts and rubs your hip, then cups the back of your knee and hooks your leg over his muscular thigh.

"I need to earn, Bucky. How else am I gonna spoil my favourite man, hmm?" Bucky smirks, and you can see his cheeks flush slightly red. He sits against the headboard and lifts you as though you weigh nothing, setting you on his thighs.

"Stay with me, princess. Call in sick," he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close as he stuffs his face between your breasts. You sigh and chuckle softly, running your hands through his fluffy bed hair.

"Convince me," you whisper. And that's it. That's all Bucky needed to hear.

He quickly flips the both of you, settling in between your legs. "Don't have to tell me twice, doll."

He tugs your underwear to the side, and slips his cock free from the restraints of his boxers.

You'll never really get over how big your boyfriend is. You start to whine, needing to feel something. "Bucky."

He smirks at your neediness, bending to catch your lips in a chaste kiss. "Oh, I know, doll, I know. Trust me, I'm going to fuck you so good that you forget about work. So good, that the way you walk into work tomorrow, your co-workers are going to think you were really sick."

A whimper leaves your lips, and he chuckles, tapping his cock on your clit. You gasp at the sensation. "Yes, please. Bucky, oh god," you whine, gripping onto his shoulders.

His brows pinched together as he slowly slips into your weeping hole. "Fuck. So, fucking tight, princess." You throw your head back against the pillows, biting your lip as you feel your walls trying their best to accommodate his girth.

He bottoms out in you, and you feel his pubic hair tickle your sensitive button. "Bucky, move please," you whine again. He leans back and grabs your hips, then he starts to pull out until it's just the tip of him inside.

Then he slams into you, and you wail his name. His thrusts start to become harsher, and your moans become more higher in pitch. "Such a good girl for me, yeah? Taking everything I give you."

You moan and start babbling when he hits that particular spot on your spongy wall. "Fuck, Bucky. Right there, right there!" Bucky bends, grabbing the headboard with one hand and tossing your leg over his shoulder with the other.

Reaching new depths into your canal, you scream in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that doll. Let the neighbours know how good I make you feel," he sucks a bruising kiss on your neck before sloppily marking up the rest of the column of your throat.

His thrusts are short and hard, and with each one of them, you move closer to the headboard. "Fuck, Bucky, you feel so good," you whine loudly.

You clench around him hard, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. "Babe, I'm close." Bucky groans at your words, thrusting faster. "Shit, me too."

The band tightens until the tension breaks. You arch your back as you gush all over Bucky's cock. "OH FUCK."

Bucky grunts, feeling you milk him. "God, so pretty when you come like that, princess."

You feel his thrusts falter in pace, indicating he's close. You reach behind him and grab his ass, squeezing the muscle. "C'mon baby, come for me," you whisper. He groans, pressing himself against you. Your thigh is impossibly pressed against your chest, and you moan again.

"Shit," Bucky grunts as his body goes slack, and you feel his warm load paint the inside of your walls.

You both pant hard, trying to catch your breaths.

After a while, Bucky removes your leg from his shoulder, and then proceeds to lay himself on top of you. Resting his head on your boobs, he smiles tiredly. "So, you going to work?" he raises a brow.

All you can do is just laugh and playfully flick at his nose.

💌💌💌

Thanks for the ask, babes!!!!

Absolutely, in love with that gif.

I srsly can't stop looking at it, LMAO.

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[makeadealwithdean]

Don't Take It Easy - s.h.

(Steve Harrington x afab!reader) written for @steveharringtonbingo (B2 Free Space)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1196

Tags/Warnings: nsfw, steve harrington x afab!reader, smut, p in v sex, spit kink, light degredation, light dacryphilia

Summary: It's literally just porn, absolutely no plot whatsoever. Shameless smut with Steve.

AO3 // Masterlist

“C’mon, Stevie, please!” your tone was growing more and more desperate as you begged the boy hovering above you. “Just… do it already!” 

Steve chuckled darkly, a smirk growing across his normally kind face. “What was that, honey? I know you’re not rushing me, are you?”

“Noooo,” you sighed begrudgingly, lying to him straight through your teeth because you were, in fact, rushing him. You squirmed under him, and his forearm crept across your throat, not pressing down yet, just there as a reminder to be still. 

You stopped squirming. 

You felt his other hand guide his tip to brush against your entrance once again, and you couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine at his touch. You gave him your best sad eyes, but Steve only returned mocking sad eyes of his own. 

“Aw, what’s wrong, darlin’?” he quipped. “You aching for me or something?” His fingers brushed against your slick entrance as he spoke, “This hole feelin’ empty?”

“Yes—” you panted, “yes, sir. Please.”

“Please what?” Steve purred, smirking down at you. Fuck, he wanted you to beg, and you knew it. 

“Fuck me, please, Stevie,” you practically cried, giving in, because you know how much he loves when you get desperate. “Need you to fill me up, baby, please?”

He groaned at your words, his head tipping backwards as he sat back on his heels in between your parted thighs. 

Steve dragged his fingers down the inside of your sensitive thigh and aligned himself at your weeping entrance. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna do you right.”

Your breathing quickened, and you couldn’t help but whimper as you felt his tip slowly stretch your walls. “Yes!” you panted, “yes, feels so good, Steve— god, you’re fucking huge—”

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he praised as you took everything he gave you. His cock was, in fact, massive (and he liked hearing about it too), and still, you took it so perfectly every time. “S’like you were made for me, baby. That pussy’s so tight. Squeezin’ me so good.”

Finally, his hips were flush with yours, and like always, he stilled for a bit to allow you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. But you didn’t want the extra time. 

“C’monnn,” you whined, rocking your hips up and down. “Move, please, m’ready—”

Steve tutted, smiling and hushing you softly, but his hips began to move. He thrusted in and out, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Faster, Stevie,” you breathed. “Please, go faster?”

“Ask me correctly, darling, and we’ll see,” Steve chided. “You’re not being very good right now.” He cocked one eyebrow up, eyeing you skeptically as his hips kept that same, agonizingly slow pace. 

He wanted you to beg. 

You weren’t about to argue. His cock felt so good that, in this moment, he could have whatever he wanted from you, especially with that heat beginning to swell in your belly. Abandoning any remaining dignity, you took a breath and gave him your best pleading eyes.

“Please, please fuck me hard, sir! That’s all I want, that dick feels so so good. Just want you to fuck me dumb, please, Stevie. Just wanna feel you tomorrow! Fuck me till I cry, I’ll be so good, I swear—”

Steve surged forward at your words and cut off your rambling with a searing kiss. You must’ve begged properly because while his tongue begged for entrance at your lips, his hips snapped forward hard.  

You gasped at the impact of his skin against yours, and he took advantage of your pleasure to slip his tongue inside, quickly taking control of your mouth, and you gladly let him. You loved when his natural dominance won out over his usual sweet demeanor. God, the effect it had on you was unlike anything else.

Steve groaned, falling into a rhythm that took your breath away with each forceful thrust of his hips. His forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat, and a few strands of his usually perfectly-styled hair clung there, glistening with moisture. His rough breathing in your ear was so fucking sensual, you thought you might lose your goddamn mind. 

“You getting close, baby?” he rasped, his breath brushing through your hair. “I know you are. Bet you wanna fuckin’ come so bad, hmm?” 

He was right. You’d been able to feel the familiar tightness in your core for some time, and now that he was finally touching you, giving you what you’d begged for, that feeling was only growing.

You nodded desperately, a pitiful whine escaping your lips in the best answer your brain could formulate at this particular moment, but Steve merely chuckled, almost cruelly, once again smirking at how easily he could take you apart with only the slightest effort. 

“Well, you’re not gonna. Not yet, honey,” he smiled. “You asked me to fuck you dumb, didn’t you? Poor thing can’t even handle the thing she begs for— that’s too bad, isn’t it? You gonna cry for me, sweetheart?”

Steve poked out his lower lip at you mockingly, mimicking your expression, and only then did you realize the tears welling in the corners of your eyes. 

“Shit,” you cried as they started making their way down your soft cheeks from the brutal force of Steve’s pelvis. His hips were slapping against your ass loudly now, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to last. “Sir, can I— fuck, can I please come? I need to, please! Not gonna be able to hold it much longer. Please?”

“What did I just say to you?” Steve spat, that cocky smirk still gracing his pretty face. “My naughty girl wants to do the exact thing I just told her not to— Is that it? Fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”

His hand grasped your jaw firmly, shaking it once harshly. “Open,” Steve commanded, and your jaw dropped immediately. Paying no mind to the tears streaking down your cheeks, he spat directly onto your waiting tongue. 

He closed your mouth with his thumb on your chin, “Swallow it.”

You obeyed instantly, your throat bobbing, and Steve smiled wickedly, “Atta girl, that’s my good fucking slut. You still wanna come?” 

You nodded tearfully, just barely whispering, “Please.”

You could feel Steve’s cock twitching even as he continued to fuck into you, so you knew he was probably closer than he was letting on. Your suspicion was confirmed when Steve nodded curtly, “Fuck, come then. Now.”

At the harshness of his words, the coil inside of you snapped, and whiteness flashed across your vision. You came with a gasping sob, just barely able to make out the moan Steve let out when your walls clenched around him. The pulses of your climax pushed him over the edge, and he came inside you— the twitching of his cock only prolonging your pleasure.

Your body relaxed finally into the mattress, exhausted, and Steve rested his damp forehead briefly on yours before rolling off to lay beside you. He was still panting softly when he turned to meet your tired gaze and press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“So…” he smiled almost shyly. “How was that?”

a/n: thank you for reading! this is the first thing i've written in months, so any feedback/motivation is extremely welcome!

tags (if you're crossed out, i couldn't tag you!):

forevers: @hintsofhoney @deanwanddamons @katelyn--renee @lassie-bird @jensengirl83 @superfanficnatural @wayward-dreamer @that-one-gay-girl @writercole @flamencodiva

stranger things: @lukearsehemmings @mooffinsstories @rosecentury

steve harrington: @hcloangcls @dixontardis @b-e-e-04

[castersvarog]

So Dragalia Lost is just over a day away from its EOS, and a part of me wants to get this off of my chest before then. Dragalia Lost was such a unique experience, in so many years of gaming nothing has ever gotten me hooked this much. Yet this game had, and I’m glad it did.

It was so unique, the gameplay was so much fun, nothing ever came close to the first time you unlocked shapeshifting. And the story just grabbed me and never let go. And the events were spectacular, fighting against giant enemies with so many people was so amazing!

The characters were all so unique and lovable, from the found family of the Accursed Archives, the brother sister pair with a Wish to the Winds, the emissaries from Hinamoto. The main cast especially was great, they all bounced off of one another so well and had great dynamics.

We got that 1st anniversary celebration and the fight against Chronos. I got destroyed by Nyx but the sheer spectacle and that desire to win was incomparable. And every anniversary after was spectacular, Forgotten truths Faith forsaken Dawn of Dragalia were such exciting times.

Then we got our first crossover with FEH and it was such an exciting time for the community. Who knows what else we could crossover with in the future, who’s gonna be playable, it was so much fun.

And the Trials, I never started HDT until the Agito were released and they were made easier but I wish I did sooner. Those fights were just awesome, fighting against your dragon allies to grow stronger and even unlocking them as playable dragons was cool. The Agito, easily the best fights in the game. It was an uphill fight but fighting against them, learning their patterns and finally winning was a blast. Then Expert and especially Master cranked it up and conquering that was the most fun I’ve had with the game at the time.

There’s just, so much about this game that I love and love that it did. And I’m glad I got to experience every last moment until the end, and I’m gonna miss it, I’m gonna miss it so much.

So I just wanna say, Dragalia Lost, and those who were a part of this games creation and development, thank you for those moments, and though goodbyes are bittersweet, I hope we can see the world of Alberia again, someday.

[oilivia]

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” - w/  Kenma, Suna, Atsumu & Oikawa

a/n: i decided for my first post to do a fun little prompt with some of my favorite haikyuu boys. all characters are aged up, you can find the tws separately for each drabble. smut after the cut. no beta, so please excuse my horny brain.

Pairings: Kenma w/ daddy kink & deepthroating; Suna w/ riding & creampie; Atsumu w/ teasing & mindbreak; Oikawa w/ oral & reader on phone

Wording: 1.8k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here.

Kenma

tw: daddy kink, praise, dacryphilia, rough deepthroat, throatpie, petnames

“Just like that, baby” you hear Kenma praise you. Your head is bobbing up and down his cock, your cheeks hollowed as you do your best to take in as much of his length as possible.

You gag when he starts thrusting into your mouth, his tip bruising the back of your throat. He doesn’t hear your whimpers, not with his headphones on. He just feels the delicious way your throat tightens around his cock when he pushes it too deep. He can’t see the tears in your eyes or the way your makeup starts running down your face either, not while you’re under his desk and his eyes are focused on the game. He loves using your throat for his pleasure, you’re such an obedient little girl.

Nimble, desperate fingers play with your aching cunt, but it’s not enough to satisfy you. You need more than your own fingers to cum, you need daddy’s cock. Nothing else could properly fill your needy hole, he made sure of this each time he fucked you until you could barely remember your name. Only daddy could make his baby cum now. Moans struggle to escape your abused throat as the thought of Kenma’s cock spreading your hungry cunny has your hips moving on their own, desperate for the tiniest bit of friction.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he asks as he takes off his headphones, a hint of teasing in his tone. You look up, your glassy eyes meeting his. He loves you like this, naked and on your knees, legs spread and dribbles of liquid oozing from your pretty cunny. Your makeup is smudged and drool is pooling at the corners of your mouth as your lips envelop his girth. There truly is no prettier sight to him.

Kenma cups your cheeks with his palms, as he starts shoving his cock harder between your lips, grunting every time it hits the back of your throat “Just like this, baby, make daddy feel good and daddy’s gonna make his little baby cum so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, okay, angel?” his voice is soft, but his tone commanding.

You whine, his words making your insides clench around your fingers. It wouldn’t be long now, you think, just a few more minutes. And when you feel his cum spurting in your mouth, you happily gulp it, making sure you don’t waste even one drop, you want to make daddy proud.

Suna

tw: cowgirl, slight teasing, nipple play, creampie

It is just like Suna to lazily lie on his back, his hands behind his head and eyes fixed on your body as you bounce up and down his cock. You’d say he’s lazy, how he’s making you do all the work, but the truth is, he just loves to see you take control of your own pleasure until you make yourself cream on his cock. There is something so alluring about the way his sweet innocent looking girl hungrily takes what she wants. If only your friends would see you like this, how would they react?

That’s not to say Suna doesn’t like taking control, oh no, he does. But the way you whine and demand his help as you tell him how much of an ass he is for making you do it all by yourself while your face is flustered, skin burning under his fingertips. It’s all just turning him on too much to drop the act.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” Suna smirks when he sees the way your legs shake, barely able to hold you up as you’re fucking youself on his cock. The way you gyrate your hips, the way your tits bounce, the way his cock slides so easily in and out of you are slowly making him lose his cool. 

“I wouldn’t be needy if you helped me, Rin” your voice is breathy, soft moans escaping you. You try to give him an angry look, squinting your eyes slightly, only to widen them as you let out a loud cry when you feel him thrust sharply, his hips slamming into yours.

“Is that what you want, hmm?” his hands grab your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you harder against him. He hissed. You were close. He could tell by the way your cunt milked his cock with every thrust, squeezing him. All he had to do was suck on those pretty nipples of yours and you’d come undone.

“You’re such an asshole” you gasped, each word getting roughly pounded out of you. Still, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips when you felt his plush lips latching on your nipple. The way he flicks it with his tongue sends tingles to your core. The last push is when you feel his teeth bite your sensitive bud, the pressure snaps, your body shaking, your hips grinding uncontrollably as Suna tightens his hold on you.

You look mesmerizing, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, your eyes closed and your pretty mouth open as you moan Suna’s name over and over. Watching you, he can’t hold it anymore and cums inside your twitching walls, filling you up as he’s kissing down your neck.

Atsumu

tw: teasing, orgasm denial, fingering, nipple play, dacryphilia, mindbreak

Whines and cries fill the room as you’re squirming under a smirking Atsumu. His fingers are buried deep in your drooling cunt, his mouth sucking and biting at your nipples. He pauses just as he feels your desperate walls throb and clench around him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” He feels his cock twitch at the sight of your fucked up face. Tears are welling in your half-lidded eyes, tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drool drips down your chin. You look perfect, Atsumu thinks. His perfect little slut.

“Please, ‘Tsumu, I can’t - I need to cum” you plead, your throat raw from the moaning and begging. You aren’t sure how much more you can take before your sanity slips.

This has been going on for at least an hour. Just as you’d feel yourself coming close, he’d stop, relishing how needy you were for him. Your luscious thighs spread, covered in the slick weeping from your perfectly pink cunt. It took all his self-control not to mercilessly shove his throbbing cock inside your hole and fuck you until you break.

He wouldn’t. Not yet. He knows you can take more. Your back arches when you feel his fingers move again, scissoring, pressing against your sensitive spots as his thumb rubs your clit. Your vision blurs, heels digging into the mattress. He hisses when he feels your nails scratch the skin of his back.

“‘Tsumu, please” you try to articulate, but your words are too slurred to be coherent. He grins. Now you were ready for his cock. With a pop, he pulls out his fingers, licking your juices with a satisfied hum. You let out a desperate whine, your cunt clenching around nothing, the emptiness inside you driving you crazy. 

He pushes his tip past your rim without much effort, your drenched walls sucking him in with ease. He watches your chest heave up and down when he bottoms out inside your cunt, your legs shaking as you struggle to take his length. That’s his good little slut.

You look prettiest with his cock splitting you open, he thinks as he starts slamming his hips against yours, enjoying the way your walls clam on his length with every thrust.

Oikawa

tw: teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader on phone w/ someone else

Oikawa is good with his mouth. And not only when it comes to talking everyone’s ear off. You writhe when you feel his hot tongue slide across your clit, just barely touching the aching bud. You buck your hips, trying to feel more, desperate to get Oikawa to touch you properly.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckles, spreading your folds to get a better look at the way your muscle rim was clenching around nothing. It was so hypnotising. He could see just how much you ached for him, how much you need him to make you cum. 

He is pulled out of the reverie when your phone rings. You scoff when you look at the screen, the last thing you want is to get interrupted, not when you have Oikawa’s face between your open legs. But at least you didn’t start yet, you should just answer and get it out of the way.

“Hi mom, yeah, I’m good, argh-” a moan escapes your slightly parted lips when you feel Oikawa’s finger tracing your slit, gathering your slick, teasing your sensitive nub. “No, no, I’m okay, I just stubbed my toe” you lie, doing your best to control your breathing as you feel the setter push a lithe finger inside your tight cunt. He watches the way your face contorts just a bit from the pressure, a devilish smile plastered on his  pretty face.

You swear silently. Your mom won’t stop chatting. You don’t want to be rude and end the call, and truth be told, the threat of getting caught is turning you on even more. That, and Oikawa’s teasing grin when he adds a second finger, scissoring them. 

“Fuck, I want to see you squirm, see how long it takes you to cry out my name” he whispers with a smirk. He watches your chest heave when he lowers his head again and presses his mouth to your aching clit. Your free hand grabs at his hair, pulling, eliciting soft whimpers from him. 

When he adds a third finger you gasp, air leaving your lungs as your back arches, your pliant body responding to his every touch. You can take it, just a bit more, you think. But you don’t get to finish your thought, not when you feel the way he curls his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot with every move. The coil in your abdomen tightens, you’re close now, but not there yet, not for a little while longer.

And then you feel it, his lips closing on your clit, sucking, his tongue flicking it. “Gotta call you back, mom, sorry, the door-” you desperately press the end call button, just as your body starts to trash, your thighs squeezing Oikawa��s face as you chant his name “Tooru”.

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[jyvnho]

⌕ ⋮ more than you know

pairing : choi san x fem!reader

wc : 900

warnings : fem!pronouns, angst, main character death, blood, swearing, allusions to mafia/gang san/ateez

with a bated breath stuck in his throat – scratched, and dehydrated beyond repair – he watched how your knees faltered under your weight. the way your feet desperately searched for grip on the rain-slicked stone ground beneath you and your eyes gazing into his own with something he could only describe as fear – the tears that gathered quickly onto your waterline already making large streaks down your face alongside the rain droplets as the seconds passed.

“san–” succumbing to the weight of your body and the gravity surrounding you, you dropped down to the ground, the boy you called out for sprinting forward, pushing past the other seven boys who watched in distraught.

he didn’t care about the way his clothes clung to his skin, the mud that caked his shins, or the sounds of sirens approaching in the distance – san dropped to his knees, cradling your head in his lap as he tried to get a hold on the situation.

“i can’t- i don’t- san am i okay?” the words were jumbled together as you tried to breathe through the tightness in your chest and throat – everything was loud as if your senses had been dialled to ten, however, the feeling in your fingertips and toes slowly drained as time went on. “am i okay san–”

san shushed you quietly, brushing your soaked hair away from your face, his hands shaking no matter how hard he tried not to make them shake. “you- you’re okay baby,” his eyes darted to the dark patch of fabric on your shirt, his hand coming to press on it, pulling it away only to see his hand stained red – what once was his favourite colour to see on you now making his throat grow tight and a sob bubble in the back of his throat. “don’t worry okay, i’m with you, i’m not leaving you,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, shushing your cries once again – barely able to do it with his own sobs echoing through the empty parking lot.

“we need a- we need a medic,” he lifted his head from your own. “someone call for help!” the desperation in his voice startled the other boys who stood around you and the hunched-over boy who went back to shushing you're cried that only grew louder at his words. “for fucks sake just someone- someone get her help please!”

he knew that getting involved with you would end in heartbreak. yet, he had never anticipated a heartbreak like this – thoughts of you finding someone who treated you better filling his mind often, someone who didn’t cause so much uncertainty and pain in your life, someone who wasn’t involved in the type of work he was. yet never had he thought of this kind of heartbreak.

the kind of heartbreak that left you weeping in his lap as every breath grew shorter and shorter and harder and harder to inhale and exhale; the kind of heartbreak that infected those around the two of you; the kind of heartbreak that made san feel as if his heart was dying alongside yours.

“sannie please- it hurts,” you searched for his eyes for any sort of comfort, yet your received nothing but a pained look back. “i don’t wanna go- please san,” your words caused the man to gasp between his own cries, knowing he couldn't do anything to save you. the wound was far too intricate to be simply stitched up by his own hands, and the amount of blood you’ve lost ensures your fate without professional help. all he could do was hold you in his arms and wail as he tried to think of ways to go back in time and save himself from this pain – to save you from the early and painful end he brought to you.

“just- just lay down baby, okay, someone will be here soon – you’re gonna be okay,” the both of you knew he was lying, but for his own sake, you pretended that everything really was going to be okay. that tomorrow morning you’d wake up – sore and exhausted, but living nonetheless – and go on with life. maybe the event would prompt san to put a ring on your finger and tie the knot legally, maybe even prompt him to step away from life for a long while to build a family with you.

fruitless thoughts that would stay just that – thoughts; figments of your wild imagination as the life drained out of you slowly, delirium setting in quickly.

red and blue painted your forms, bouncing off of the rain-slicked ground. 

“we’re gonna be okay,” san whispered to you lowly, his lips pressing onto your own gently. “help’s here, you’re gonna be okay,” you felt the warm tears of his mix with your own as they dripped down onto your cheeks. “i love you, baby, so much more than you know.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, yet even if you did san wouldn’t have heard – over the yells of the police sirens and shouts alongside the sound of rushing feet from the paramedics, your weak words wouldn’t have reached his ears at all.

but you did love him – more than he knew.

and if this is what loving him ended with, you would endure all the pain all again just to be able to call him yours in every life you lived.

had me sobbing while writing this oml

may turn this into a full fic because i want to explore the relationship between these two, but for now, we'll leave it at this

[poisonmushdude]

Liar...

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader Words: 400~500 Warnings: Lil’ bit of swearing (I think?), implied death, just some good ol’ fashion angst. A/N: Damn, really just wrote Hawks two times in a row and both were angst. Welp, I don’t regret it lmao. But I am tired it’s 2:11AM for me and god I wish I could say I plan to sleep tonight. R.I.P me in school tomorrow, but yea thats why it’s short. “Hey, Keigo you ok? Your staring at me like I’m a box of chicken nuggets.” You giggled, soft lips curving up into a smile and cheeks squished. All while your skin glowed under the city lights, you looked magical. If you asked Keigo later he would have said you looked like a angel. He smiled, not the flirty smirk he would show the media or civilians. A happy, warm smile that you and you alone bore witness too. “Hey kid, promise me something will you?” He turned to the city, golden eyes looking down at the empty streets lit up by dim lamp posts and windows from the few stores that were still open.  Humming you leaned on him, resting your head on his shoulder. Observing the still streets with him “Promise me it’ll be like this forever, like, your not gonna call quits on me. Ok?” He looked everywhere but you, really hoping you couldn’t hear his heartbeat. It beat faster and faster at such a simple question. What if he read the room wrong and that was too sudden? What if you thought he was weird for saying that? What if you said n-  “Of course birdie.” He looked down to you resting on his shoulder. Perfectly content where you were and not a ounce of regret was written on your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, cheek chub squishing, adding to your cuteness. 

“If you keep calling me kid though I’m gonna have to eat your chicken.” Faking a gasp, he clutched his chest in fake betrayal 

“How could you! I thought I knew you y/n...!” You both laughed, holding onto each other for stability.

 “Thanks I really needed that, kid” You could feel his smirk when he said that- 

“Hey! Damn birdie!”  ~~~~

Times like this he really couldn’t decide what hurt more. The memories or having to learn to do everything alone for what felt like the first time. Tears blurred his vision and spilled onto his cheeks. They felt boiling hot, burning a path of red hot pain and grief down his face. 

Despite his vision being clouded by tears and the sting of the cool fall air in his eyes, he still read those lines in stone over, and over. It was still hitting him like a freight train despite the months it had been since, since you, when you...

It had been so many excruciating days alone that he had to wrestle with the burning pain that damn stone symbolized.  ‘Here lies L/N F/N, 20XX - 20XX, A beloved friend, hero, and husband.’ Despite the urge to curl into a tight ball and to never emurge, Keigo laughed. 

“I guess you lied, kid. Whos the fucking hypocrite now.” He said, with a venom of pure agony. 

He fell to the ground, knees giving way from the overbearing job of holding to young hero up in a time like this. 

All he could to was weep and scream into the empty cemetery as he was forced to stare at the still standing picture frame of you. Happy and smiling, in that one outfit you loved so, so fucking much. The world was a sadistic son of a bitch, Keigo knew that much. But this? He didn’t know if he could ever learn to cope without you...

[drabbles-mc]

Game Night

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Request by @beardburnsupersoldiers: If you are still doing the roommate prompts....maybe number 3 with Angel, EZ, and reader???? Bonus points if all that delicious tension is happening between reader and the Reyes of your choice! (Prompts are from This List btw)

Warnings: language, alcohol, EZ being a sore loser 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was really fun to write! I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic quite like this one before so it was a neat little dynamic. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“You grab beer for tonight?” you had your phone pinned between your ear and your shoulder as you tossed your grocery bags into the back seat of your car.

“I was supposed to grab beer?” EZ chuckled.

“You can’t even try to pull that shit, Memory Boy,” you laughed.

You could hear the smile in his voice, “Yes I grabbed beer.”

“You’re perfect. I think I’m still gonna go to the liquor store though.”

“What for?”

“…liquor?”

You could envision him rolling his eyes at you, forever fed up with your remarks, “I feel like that’s excessive.

“Live a little, Ezekiel,” you joked, “It’s game night.”

It wasn’t long after you had moved in with EZ you started up game night with him and his brother. It was a good way for them to unwind and forget about the stress of the club, and you just genuinely enjoyed their company. It was nice to play host every now and then, even if it was just for one extra person. You and Ezekiel made quite the pair.

You knew how potentially messy it could get, having feelings for your roommate. That’s why you kept your thoughts and emotions to yourself. But you couldn’t deny that there was something about EZ that was really hard to tear yourself away from. There were moments when you could swear that he wanted you too, but they were fleeting and you always ended up writing them off for the sake of your sanity. When EZ wasn’t paying attention, Angel gave you grief about it. He was at least gracious enough to keep his mouth shut in front of his brother, although on more than one occasion he would shoot you a suggestive look, and you would respond with rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

You popped open the door to your apartment, multiple bags hanging from each of your arms. EZ turned and looked over at you from where he was situated by the counter, pulling together food for the three of you to eat later. He laughed as he walked over and offered to take some of the bags from you, but you waved him off.

“I have a very delicate balance here, Ezekiel,” you laughed, “If you take one I’m gonna tip over.”

He laughed as he stepped out of your way, “Got more in the car?”

You gave him a disbelieving look, “You think I was raised to make more than one trip from the car with groceries?” you shook your head as you carefully started sliding bags off your arms onto the floor, “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

He held his hands up in surrender, “My bad. Didn’t mean to insult your honor.”

He helped you put the groceries away before he got back to getting food ready. You made your way to the closet in your room that housed an absurd number of card games and board games. You had always meant to bring Cards Against Humanity to the clubhouse because you felt like it would make for an extremely fun night. You’d have to just put it in EZ’s bags one of these days so it would turn up there on its own.

You heard the sound of your apartment door shutting, and moments after Angel’s voice echoed through the apartment, “What game am I whopping your asses at tonight?”

You laughed loud enough so that he would hear you from the other end of the apartment, “You’re toast, Reyes. You don’t stand a chance.”

He appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, “Stand a chance at what? What’s the game of the night?”

“Wanna do drunk Uno?”

He laughed, “That sounds dangerous.”

“Really? Less than two minutes ago you were saying that you were gonna whoop everyone’s ass tonight. Now you’re backing out?”

“I didn’t say that. Gimme the fucking cards,” he swiped them from you with a laugh before heading back towards the living room.

Plates and beer bottles were scattered on the edges of your coffee table while the three of you took up the center of it with your Uno game. The bottle of tequila rested next to the deck in the center of your table, waiting for one of you to lay down a draw four and make the next person take a shot along with their cards.

Angel had been sitting back and watching you and EZ trying to destroy each other all night. Angel was the king of talking smack, but tonight he was more interested in spurring the two of you on than getting you riled up himself. It was an effective tactic, too, because the amount of tequila he’d had to drink was minimal. Instead, he happily worked his way through a couple beers with little to no interruptions. He was really just waiting for one you two to get enough alcohol in your system to do something about your feelings. He was sick of watching the two of you dance around it.

“Angel shuffles next game,” EZ said with a shake of his head, “There’s no way you fairly ended up with all of those cards.”

“You’re just mad because you hate the taste of tequila,” you teased, “But fine. If it makes you feel better,” you handed the deck over to Angel, “Here you go.”

“Told you he was a sore loser,” Angel chuckled as he shuffled the deck of cards.

“Shut the fuck up,” EZ laughed as he threw a loose bottlecap at his brother.

Despite Angel being the one to shuffle the cards, EZ was looking at another loss. You were kind enough not to say anything, but the look in his eyes as you smiled across the table at him let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You’re about to go 0 for 3, little brother,” Angel laughed as he put a card down.

“Thank you, Angel, I wasn’t aware,” EZ chuckled and shook his head as he looked over the cards in his hands.

You stretched your legs out underneath the coffee table, not realizing that Ezekiel had done the same thing not too long before you. Your foot brushed lightly along the inside of his thigh as you stretched and he instantly jerked his leg, causing his knee to slam into the bottom side of the table. He cursed under his breath and Angel looked completely lost, not having realized what happened.

You, however, were sitting there with a smirk on your face as EZ looked over at you. The look in his eyes gave him away and you could see him make a concentrated effort to take a deep breath.

“Suck it,” Angel completely moved on from the tension between you and EZ as he threw down his last card, “Alright. That’s it. I’m out,” he slowly rose to his feet.

“Leaving already?” you laughed as you looked up at him.

“Already? Listen, querida, you make me take any more shots I won’t be able to ride home. Some of us have shit to do tomorrow. Imma take my win and leave,” he walked over and kissed the top of your head, “Keep whooping his ass for me. It’s good for him.”

He and EZ gave each other a brief hug, EZ not getting off the floor to do so. Angel looked back and forth between the two of you one more time before shaking his head and making his way for the door. Once it shut behind him, you looked back to EZ with a smile.

“Just you and me now, Ezekiel,” you said as you placed a card on top of the one Angel had just laid down.

“Yea, Angel isn’t here to team up on me with you anymore. You’re done for,” he chuckled.

That was the last thing that was said between the two of you for a few turns. You kept looking at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking as if it weren’t already painstakingly obvious.

“Uno,” you said as you got yourself down to one card. You paused, waiting for EZ to get enthralled with making his next card choice, “How’s your knee, by the way?”

He flicked his eyes up to you, “It’s fine.”

“Oh,” you nodded, a smirk on your face, “good.”

He lowered his cards, “What?”

You shook your head, “Just wondering. Sounded like it hurt. Thought it might’ve thrown off your game a little bit.”

He narrowed his eyes at you as he set a card down, “I’ll be alright. Draw four,” he pushed the bottle towards you.

You chuckled as you poured yourself a shot and got back into the game. The two of you were able to drag it on for a while. By the time you were getting towards the end of it, both of you were kneeling, leaning onto the coffee table as you tried to beat each other to the last card. You were down to two cards left, EZ only had four. But you could see him sweating it out, not wanting to have yet another loss for the night.

You laid a card down, chuckling as you said, “Uno.”

He groaned, clearly agonizing over which card he was going to put down next. You bit back a laugh, not wanting him to accuse you of trying to distract him. With a deep sigh he finally picked a card and set it on top of the deck between you. You looked back and forth between that card and the one in your hand multiple times, dragging it out.

Finally, you looked up at him and smile, laying the card down, “Take a shot, Reyes.”

His eyes grew wide as he looked down at the draw four that was staring him in the face. He looked up at you, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Read ‘em and weep,” you laughed as you sat back on the carpet.

“You’re so done,” EZ laughed as he stood up off the floor.

You let out a scream that turned into a laugh as you jumped up off the ground, trying to run to your bedroom and shut the door before EZ could get to you, “Angel’s right, you are a sore loser,” you laughed as you scrambled.

You threw open the door to your bedroom and were about to jump inside when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, his hand landing firmly on your stomach as he pulled you back towards him. You laughed as he spun you around, but your breath quickly got caught in your throat when you realized how close he was to you.

“I won fair and square,” you tried not to let your nerves shine through.

“Fair and square seems like a stretch,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but to focus on the way his fingers pressed into your skin. You swallowed hard, “Why is it more likely that I cheated than me just being better than you at Uno?” you laughed, “What you do want, a consolation prize?”

As soon as you said it, you almost wanted to take it back. Almost. EZ smirked, “What kind of consolation prize?”

You wanted to look anywhere but at him because you could feel what little resolve you had fading away quickly, “What’re you thinking, EZ Reyes?”

He leaned in close so that his lips were practically touching yours, but not quite. You took a deep breath before closing what little distance was left, hands resting on the back of his neck to keep his lips pressed to yours. When it clicked in his brain what was happening, that you wanted the same thing he did, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing your chest flush against his as he kissed you. Your fingers traced along his jawline as his lips moved against yours—it was everything that you had thought it would be and then some.

When you finally took your lips off of his, you both let out quiet chuckles. EZ loosened his hold on your waist slightly, pulling back so he could get a better look at your face.

You smiled at him, “That a good enough consolation prize?”

He laughed, nodding, “I’d say so. I’m willing to forgive you for rigging the deck for that.”

[starryhyuck]

jungwoo smut pls dom jungwoo 😔🤚 overstim too

innocent?; 1.4k+

Jungwoo looks innocent.

He plays the role really well, often pouting to get you to grab something for him or making a funny face at you just so he can see your smile.

The members all think he’s cute and hilarious, with him always clinging to you and pressing ardent kisses all over your face.

You, however, know differently.

Tonight is exactly along those lines, with you bent over his lap as he brings his hand down to smack you for misbehaving.

You cry when he delivers his fourth slap. You know Jungwoo is smiling at his work.

“Bad girl,” he hums, rubbing the flesh of your ass in an attempt to soothe it. “Always trying to flirt with Doyoung when I’m not around.”

“I’m not,” you whimper, trying to plead with him. “I promise I’m not. He was just showing me-“

The fifth slap is the hardest and your body jerks forward. You love the pain, wetness dripping down your thighs from evident arousal.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jungwoo growls. He’s clearly not happy tonight, and when he gets in this mood, you already know how sore you’re going to be tomorrow. “I saw you.”

You quickly apologize but he doesn’t seem to care. His fingers grip your hips and he moves you to the center of his bed. He keeps your face buried in his pillow as a finger prods your weeping entrance.

“Want something?” he chuckles, moving his finger up and down your slit. “Desperate?”

“Yes, yes,” you beg, trying to push yourself back so his digit can enter you. “Please, Jungwoo.”

He smiles. In these moments, anyone on the outside would say he looks like a perfect angel. Only you can tell that his devilish nature is peeking out, wanting to absolutely destroy you. He leans down, pulling your hair so he can see your face. You can feel the pain in your roots.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you murmur frantically. At this point, you just want Jungwoo to bring you to your climax as fast as possible. “I’ll be good. I promise. Only to you.”

He seems satisfied with your answer, finally sinking a finger into your wet heat.

You could almost cum from the first touch, so desperate for him. He knows this as his finger thrusts in and out of you, but not actually giving you what you need.

You whine his name again and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh? Need more help?”

“You know I do,” you whimper, not feeling full enough. “I’ve been good for you.”

“I guess you have,” he hums, sinking another finger inside of you and curling them upwards. Your eyes shut as you drown in the delight of him. Jungwoo’s always able to bring you overwhelming pleasure from his fingers alone.

You haven’t really been with a partner who’s put your pleasure above their own before. Jungwoo’s constantly thinking about you, and the night never ends unless he knows you’re completely satisfied.

You reach your climax when Jungwoo adds a third finger, curling against your sweet spot.

You blink when he retracts his fingers from you, stuffing them in your mouth so that you could taste yourself. You moan at the taste, swirling your tongue around his digits.

He moves down, positioning himself between your legs, eyes observing your dripping hole. The sheets are soaked with your mess and you know Jungwoo loves it. He takes a lick up your slit and you groan.

He begins lapping at your folds gently, gripping your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders so he could taste you in a better position. He eats like a man starved for days and your pussy was his greatest meal. You’re so wet that the sound reverberates around the room. His tongue eases inside your entrance and you moan, mind filled with nothing but him.

He fucks his tongue into you, and you cry his name out, reaching your second high of the night.

Jungwoo continues to lap at you while you come down from your orgasm, and you twitch from overstimulation after a while.

You already feel so exhausted, but you know Jungwoo isn’t done yet. He presses kisses along the back of your neck, humming quietly as you come to.

“Ready?”

You nod, eager to feel him fill you up. You try to look over your shoulder to see him. His hand is already on his leaking cock, pumping up and down as he gets ready to fuck you.

You whimper. “Want you, Jungwoo. Fill me up please.”

He groans, lining himself up to your entrance and pushing inside of you. You moan at the intrusion and he quickly bottoms out. He nips at your neck, waiting for you to give him the signal to move.

As soon as the pain fades into pleasure, you start moving yourself back on him. Jungwoo growls, one hand grasping your hip as he starts to pick up his pace.

He feels so deep tonight, almost as if you can feel him in your throat. He pistons in and out of you at an unbelievable pace, and your eyes water at the pure bliss overtaking your body.

“Dirty whore,” he murmurs in your ear, yanking your hair back so he knows you can hear him. “Gonna fucking fill you up so that all the boys know who you belong to. Would you like that? Want my cum to be dripping out of you during breakfast?”

You whine loudly at the idea and he smirks, his cock stretching you as he nudges against your sweet spot. You swear you can see stars as Jungwoo digs his fingers into your hips. You grip your pillow, afraid your body will collide with the headboard from how fast he’s moving.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you repeat, crying out when you hit your climax.

He continues fucking you while you ride out the waves of your orgasm. You whine from overstimulation but he doesn’t stop, his cock ramming you deeper and harder. You feel him in your belly, and you’re excited to see his cum dripping out of your hole.

He hisses. “Clenching so tight. Your pussy’s made for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes,” you mumble incoherently. “I’m made just for you. Your cock was made to fuck my pussy.”

“That’s fucking right,” he groans, grabbing the back of your neck to yank you up to his chest. He nips at your ear and you whimper when he punches your clit. “My own personal fuck toy.”

You tilt your head and moan when you cum again. He rubs your clit aggressively throughout your high, bringing you to an immense pleasure. He follows shortly after, shooting his thick ropes of cum into you.

You collapse when Jungwoo finally lets go of you, exhaustion creeping on your body. You flinch when you feel him collecting the cum leaving your pussy and pushing it back inside of you.

He slowly fingers you to another orgasm and you cry, tears running down your face from being completely fucked out.

He cleans you up when he’s done, and you start fading in and out. His arms wrap around you as he joins you in bed, lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Such a good girl for me.”

—

You awake the next morning in need of breakfast. Your stomach rumbles after having been up with Jungwoo almost all night. You slowly walk to the kitchen, limping slightly because of the ache in your legs. Doyoung is eating at the table, gazing at you in concern when you come into view.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You offer him a small smile. “I’m fine. I just slept wrong yesterday.”

You feel a pair of hands snake around your waist. Jungwoo rests his head on your shoulder. If Doyoung was paying more attention, he would notice that Jungwoo’s hands were starting to wander.

“Poor baby. I should take care of you better,” he chuckles.

Doyoung rolls his eyes, turning away from the both of you. “Gross.”

Jungwoo’s hand moves underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. You’re starting to feel his cum from last night dripping down your thigh.

“Yeah, gross.”

[thekillingmoonmoon]

BRING IT ON HOME

WHEN THE LEVEE BREAKS: PART TWO 

ROADHOUSE BLUES AU

Pairing: Gangster!Toji x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (m. receiving), one slap, little bit of choking, spit kink, soft!Toji, fluff, cock-warming, very very light bondage, swearing

Length: 4k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“I'm gonna give you lovin', baby, Gonna move you out of town Bring it on home”

The drive to your flat was quiet, the only sounds piercing the night’s silence were Toji’s low voice and your soft whimpers as he scissored you open. You straddled him on the backseat, your back to the driver who’d so sweetly greeted you by name when Toji had carried you out the club. Your cheeks had flared at that, heart racing with the implication that Toji had been speaking about you. Fuck, even if it was just locker-room talk about the sex, the fact that Toji had mentioned you had you dizzy. Sure, you knew it was wrong, but your entire affair with Toji had never been right.

You tucked your face into the crook of Toji’s neck as he slid his half-hard cock along your soaked folds. You muffled your moan into the salt of his skin when he gently pushed the weeping head of his length past your tight entrance. Slowly, slowly, his thick fingers digging into the plush of your hips, Toji lowered you onto his cock until your inner thighs flinched at the cold of his undone zip.

After that, you’d relaxed against him, earnestly trying to listen to the shoptalk he began to exchange with the driver, who had brought news of a successful deal. You strained to distract yourself from the ever-growing fullness in your cunt as Toji became erect inside you. But you felt so good, so stuffed, so complete, as you lay against his chest, his steady heartbeat rattling through your own ribcage. He rubbed rough circles along your spine, calloused fingertips leaving a trail of heat along the skin below your slip. He rested his chin on your shoulder, one ear open to your muted whines and huffs, the other listening to what his employee was telling him. Occasionally he’d squeeze your flesh and lay a gentle nip on your bare neck, a slow smirk on his face as your breath caught in your throat. You gulped down your moans, every bump and dent in the long road to your flat sending stars through your body as Toji’s cock rubbed the walls of your pussy. Eventually all you could do was cling to him, fingers knotted into his hair as little tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Okay, gotcha, I’ll call Naoya soon. Let Sukuna stew ‘til Monday on that drop, yeah?” Toji commanded suddenly, rousing you from the tingly, hazy puddle you’d become around him. Toji easily pulled you from his lap, and you could barely contain the unhappy mewl that trickled from your lips. Toji got out of the car before you, wrapping his arms around you and throwing you over his shower whilst the driver closed the door behind you. “Right. I’ll call you after lunch tomorrow – Get some rest in the meantime, you look like shit,” Toji grunted at his lackey, who nodded and quickly drove away, careful to not look at his boss’s woman.

Where Toji had found your keys was a mystery, but soon enough he was dropping you to your feet inside the apartment you shared with his daughter, a thick arm catching you as your legs buckled beneath you. “Aw c’mon, doll, what’s wrong, hah?” Toji bent you back over his forearm, forcing you to look up at him. You blinked at your tears, “’m sensitive,” you mumbled, averting your gaze as you felt your cheeks burn. You didn’t catch the light that flickered in Toji’s eyes. “Oh, really? My babygirl can’t even handle a little cock-warming, hmm? Is that it?” he teased, his other hand grabbing at your ass. You hid your face from him, wrapping your fingers in the silky blackness of the front of his shirt. “It’s been so long,” you spoke into his chest, colouring even darker as you felt him chuckle. “I know, sweetheart,” he clasped your jaw and raised your eyes to meet his, “I wonder if this pretty pussy even remembers getting fucked right.” The hand at your ass slipped further between your legs until his knuckles rubbed against the drenched fabric of the underwear he’d so carefully put back after getting you out of the car. You keened at the sensation, the sound pulling a guttural rumble from Toji’s chest. “I think it does. It’s gonna take me so fucking well, yeah?” You nodded, gently rocking yourself over his fingers, only to whimper at the stimulation. “You gonna do that for me, sweetheart? You gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy?” Toji looked at you steadily, drinking in the sight of you, your dazed eyes, your wet, inviting mouth. “Yes, sir,” you watched as Toji’s pupils dilated, his voice a hoarse rasp, “Good fucking girl.”

And he was kissing you, tongue lashing deep into your mouth as he pulled your thighs up around his hips. He strode through your flat, breaking your kiss only to find out which door was yours. Tsumiki’s name emblazoned the entrance to her room in a flourish of meticulous handwriting and a cartoon strawberry milk she’d drawn by hand. Your door was empty, bar a single polaroid of you and the Fushiguro siblings at the beach last summer. You should probably get rid of that, your hazy mind suggested, but Toji’s lips were on yours again, and all rationality melted into the warmth of his skin. You dexterously undid the buttons of his shirt as he plopped you on the bed. He shrugged the silk from his broad shoulders and began to undo his belt. You grabbed his wrist, your smaller hands deft as they undid the heavy buckle and the fly of his pants, the zip still slick from you cock-warming him the whole drive home. You battled out of your lacy garments whilst Toji toed off his shoes and pulled down his pants, the throbbing bulge in his briefs before you. You hooked your fingers into the elastic and pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock with a slap against his lower abdomen. You felt Toji’s fingers grab at your hair and you automatically dropped your jaw, your tongue lolling past your lips as Toji guided his cock into your warm, wet mouth.

You ran your tongue down his length, tasting the salt of his pre and sweat as he rumbled lowly above you. You pulled back, twirling your tongue over his tip, lapping at the weeping slit as you sucked softly. Toji’s hips bucked slightly and you took him in deeper, bobbing your head along his cock whilst your hand worked at what you couldn’t take in your mouth. You pumped his length steadily, sliding your mouth further and further over him. You relaxed your throat, gagging slightly on your first pass, your tongue running up the vein along his cock as your mouth retreated. Tears sprung from your eyes, and when you glanced up at Toji you nearly began to drool. Head back, chest heaving, curses pouring from his lips, Toji looked in rapture. He blinked down at you and you tapped his thigh once, giving him the go ahead to take control. His fingers tightened against your scalp, holding your head in place.

You flattened your tongue as Toji fucked your face, his hips snapping forward to meet your warm, wet mouth. He was rough, shoving his cock deep down your throat from the start, his pace quick despite you gagging around his tip. In fact, that spurred him on, his fingers pulling your hair and length choking you until fat tears and drool dripped down your neck and between your breasts. Suddenly, Toji stopped, and you let him out your mouth with a pop. He wrapped his hand around your throat, tugging you up to stand on your knees to give you a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You gasped into him, eyes dewy and bewitched as you gazed up at him. Toji licked his lips slowly, examining you from above. Your chest heaved, flesh fighting the straps you’d harnessed around yourself. Your lips were parted, swollen, your mascara running down your cheeks and minute teardrops clinging to your eyelashes. And the way you looked at him. As if he was worth something. As if he was worth loving. Like you thought that he was more than an open wallet for your use. That he was more than a good fuck. That he was a person, a lover, not just a notorious gangster with a kill-list longer than the shadow he cast over your world.

He blinked at you, then leaned down to place another softer kiss on your lips. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” he asked. You tilted your head in his grip, “Yours, Toji. “Really now?” he bent over you, face in front of yours, “Tell me what belongs to me – your pretty pussy? Your cute tits?” Your cheeks grew warm, unused to the direct praise. You stared deep into Toji’s eyes, falling into the green darkness, and let the truth take your voice, “Everything. Everything, Toji,” you took a breath, “All of me belongs to you.” Calloused fingertips ghosted over your collarbones, down to your chest, just over your left breast. “And this, babygirl? Who does this belong to?” Your heart. You shivered and gulped. “You, Toji.” “Good girl,” Toji let a long string of saliva fall from his lips, and you opened your mouth obediently to swallow it. Your heart thudded in your chest, scared of your confession, and its consequences. But Toji lightly slapped your cheek, pulling you back. “Head down, ass up. Let me see that cunt, babygirl.”

You obeyed, shifting so that your chest was flushed with the mattress, your back arched and your arms held behind your back. You could feel your neglected cunt clench around nothing, your slick coating your thighs glistening in the light. “Cross your wrists.” The silk of Toji’s tie was wound over your hands and wrists, binding you in a similar fashion to before. You watched over your shoulder, jumping slightly as Toji laid his hand across your ass in a splitting slap. His abdominal muscles rippled as he positioned himself behind you, smirking at the soft keen that fell from your lips as he ran his cock through your folds. Slowly, Toji pushed his tip in, the pair of you groaning at the feeling. Your cunt stretched around him, your walls throbbing and the tingling in your tummy growing.

Toji leaned over you, pushing your legs wider as he mounted the bed with one knee. His arms caged you between his chest and the bed, and he placed hot bites and licks over your back, neck, and shoulder-blades. And then he pressed into you, bottoming out in one thrust, his teeth nearly breaking skin as he bit down on your shoulder. You howled, your pussy clamping around him in a revelry of pain and buzzing pleasure. He withdrew, until only his tip remained, before ramming back inside your plush heat. Gradually, Toji built up speed, his heavy balls smacking against you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Soon enough the scent of sex and sweat covered you, mingled with Toji’s musk and the tang of your essence. With every stroke of his cock you climbed, your pussy ridiculously sensitive after your long abstinence. Your body burned, muscles straining as Toji fucked into you like an animal. He pulled back to a standing position, one hand grabbing your bound wrists and the other digging its fingers deep into the flesh of your hips. He began to tug you back onto him, his cock sinking deep into you and sending sparks down your spine.

You could feel your climax approaching fast, a tidal wave of fire that roared in the hazy distance of your mind. Toji was fucking you speechless, nothing but airy gasps huffing from your lungs with each thrust. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, the pressure in your core building and building. Your cunt began to clamp around Toji, your breath catching as your chest heaved.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? – fuck – hah - You gonna cum on my cock?” Toji grunted. His hand shifted from your bound wrists to wrap around your chest, his rough fingers grabbing and twisting at a nipple. The hand at your hip moved around to your stomach, Toji groping and stroking until he found your clit, which he pinched. “’m cumming, Toji, cumming!” you panted, electricity running through your veins, setting each nerve-end alight. You shuddered, and your knees nearly gave out, Toji basically holding you up as you lost yourself to the burning haze of pleasure. Toji continued through your orgasm, his pace never faltering , drawing out your pleasure until it became pain. “Sensitive,” you babbled, “too sensitive, Toji! It’s too much!” “No, it’s not,” Toji rumbled into your ear, “You can take it, doll. Come on.” You dropped your head back onto his shoulder, limp and molten as Toji used you to reach his high. Eventually, his hips began to shudder, and with one final thrust, Toji emptied himself inside you, his hot cum trickling down your thigh.

You collapsed forward onto the bed, breathing heavily. Toji flopped down beside you on his back. After a few minutes, Toji rolled over and began to deftly undo the various straps and buckles around you, as well as freeing your wrists. Then he scooped you up and carried you to the shower, where you rubbed each other down. You recovered enough energy to flick water into Toji’s face, grinning cheekily at his less-than-pleased expression. You traipsed back to your room and curled around each other, your head against Toji’s chest, listening to his beating heart. Your eyes were just about to close your eyes and fall into a dreamless sleep when Toji mumbled in your ear to sit up.

Then a chillingly cold object dropped onto your chest. You opened your eyes, mouth agape as Toji draped a sturdy silver chain and heavy pendant around your neck. You looked down, trembling fingers running over the thick black gold ring that hung from the chain. The emerald glittered at you from its inky embrace within the cold metal.

“Your ring?” your voice was small. Toji always wore it around his neck. His job too violent for precious things, he’d told you. You had thought that he was warning you, telling you to keep your distance. Not that you’d listened. You looked over your shoulder and Toji nodded, “You know what it stands for, right?” “Only the leader of your group can wear this.” “The leader,” Toji cupped your jaw, “or his woman.” He pulled you into a slow kiss, his mouth claiming yours over and over until you had to push away to breathe. “It’s yours now. You can’t take it off, understand?” You nodded gingerly, fingering the cold ring. “Good girl, now come here,” a firm hand rocked you back against his chest, and within minutes, Toji was fast asleep, whilst your wide eyes stared questioningly into the dark.

... 

You couldn’t remember what woke you, all you knew was that Toji hadn’t left, as a heavy arm held you flush to his chest and his warm breath tickled your neck. He was hot and hard against the velvet of your thigh, cock throbbing against your bare cunt. “Mm, sweetheart?” Toji rumbled around you, laying a sloppy kiss at the nape of your neck. You shivered at the sensation, inadvertently rocking back against him. “How long have you been awake?” “I’m not,” Toji kissed over the marks from last night, licking over the soft skin of your shoulders and neck. “Evidence states otherwise,” you tensed your thigh muscles around his cock, surrounding him in your plush warmth, “you want me, Toji?” you craned your neck to look back at him. Half-open eyes of green glittered at you in the filtered sunlight of the room. He licked his lips slowly, “Always, doll,” he kissed you, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth as he began to rut his hips against your ass, “in fact, I might just fucking take you, steal you away,” he spoke against your lips and it was only when his words set in that you pulled away. You shifted along your pillow onto your back, looking up at Toji, eyes wide. “Wait, were you serious? I mean, are you serious?” your voice is small. Toji settled himself onto his forearm, and his free hand reached up to trace shapes over your bare breasts. He pulled the ring around your neck to rest between your tits. His eyes were clearer now, and there was a hardness present that raised gooseflesh along your arms. “Do I look serious to you, babygirl?” “Yes?” “Good, cause I am. When I say you’re mine, it means you’re mine, yeah,” he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face, “did you think I gave you this for fun?” You shrugged, “I thought it was just pillow talk.” “Well, sweetheart, I don’t do pillow-talk. I mean what I say. And I fucking meant it when I said I wanted you.” “Permanently?” the word ‘forever’ echoed between your ears, causing a hitch in your throat. “For-fucking-ever, if I had my way. I want you, doll, and not just for your pretty pussy,” Toji skimmed his fingers down your chest to the soft skin of your tummy, then to the silken heat of your core. You let out a shuddered breath. “So what do you say, doll? You gonna let me get my way?” he smirked, watching as your eyes became glossy when he began ghosting his fingertips through your folds. You gave him a small smile, “Don’t you always get your way?”

Toji gave you a genuine smile then, the skin at the corners of his eyes wrinkling and the scar across his mouth pulled taut. He sank his fingers deep into your pussy, and you moaned as he brushed up against your spot. “That’s it, take my fingers like a good girl.” He began to pinch and tease your nipple with his other hand, the sound of increasing wetness of your cunt filled the room, accompanied by your soft sighs and minute whimpers. You rocked your hips onto Toji’s thick digits, your velvet walls clamping down as he stretched you open for him.

Toji rolled himself over you, holding his muscled frame over you with his forearm. You spread your legs out one either side of his hips, his fingers leaving your throbbing cunt to tap at your lips. You took him past your lips and wrapped your tongue around his knuckles to suck yourself off his fingers. He groaned at the sensation and pulled away from your mouth to grab his cock. He guided the tip to your pussy, rubbing it through your folds, coating it in your arousal before nudging at your entrance. You exhaled slowly as he sank into your heat, the muscles of your cunt still tight and sore from the night before. Toji entered you inch by inch, pausing every now and then for you to relax around him. He mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, but it was only after he’d settled fully inside you that you could make out the words Toji traced into your skin with his lips.

He was claiming you, his words barely discernible as he began to rock his hips into you. You knew Toji wasn’t good with words. But with each thrust and gently nibbled praise he reaffirmed his ownership of your heart, and the promised life to come. How he’d fuck you stupid every day, show you off in front of the other gang-leaders, shower you in diamonds and gold. You wanted him to stop, to tell him that you didn’t need anything – just him, only him, but the heady warmth of his cock so deep inside your cunt had you breathless. You could only whimper as he rocked languidly into you, your pussy stretching into a familiar ache and burn that slowly melted into pleasure. You were close to the edge, your core tightening around Toji whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. You kissed him, smiling against his lips. He shifted slightly,

“You close, babygirl?” You nodded, and he reached down to rub circles around your clit. You slipped over the edge, less of a plummet and more of a gentle drift, whispering Toji’s name as you disintegrated in his arms. He came soon after, face buried in the crook of your neck. He rolled you two over, cock still deep inside your pussy, and tucked your head below his chin. He closed his eyes. “You asleep again?” you teased. Toji opened one eye, green flashing at you in the morning light. “I was never awake, doll,” he smirked and pressed a kiss to your forehead. This time, sleep was easy.

...

You woke alone, the sun having moved from the foot of the bed to the floor below as you slept. Your cunt ached, empty and needy as you rolled yourself to a seated position. You heard the clatter of dishes and cupboard doors coming from the kitchen, and pulling Toji’s shirt over your shoulders and stepping into a fresh pair of underwear, you padded to the kitchen.

Toji stood with his bare back bathed in sun, his browned skin broken by the white of old scars and the red of where you’d scratched him the night before. His hands on his hips, he examined your shelves, his tongue sticking out just by the scar on his lips. “Toji?” you curled yourself into his side, humming as he wrapped a large arm around you and pulled you closer. He placed a chaste kiss on your mouth, then, “Do you really drink this shit?” you followed his gaze to the jar of instant coffee on the shelf. “No, that’s Tsumiki’s,” you bent over and rummaged in a lower cupboard before pulling out your bag of coffee and the plunger and handing it to Toji. “Thank fuck, does the kid like to torture herself or something?” he busied himself with retrieving mugs from the top shelf, grunting softly as you came and pressed yourself against his back. “She says she likes the taste, but really she can’t afford the good stuff,” you muttered absently, fingers skimming the taut muscle of Toji’s abdomen, dipping your fingertips past the elastic of his boxer briefs. Toji hummed, “You needy again, sweetheart?” You nodded between his shoulder-blades, loosely gripping Toji’s cock in your hand. He hissed, “Fuck, doll, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he turned in your arms and scooped you up onto the counter behind you, “just wait, babygirl, once you’ve moved in, I’ll make sure you’re so fucked out you can’t even walk.” Toji kissed you deeply, standing between your thighs, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand holding your jaw as he laid kiss after kiss onto your waiting lips. Eventually he pulled back, your hands retreating from his nape to his shoulders. You caught a gleam in his eye and flushed. “So, sweetheart. You want coffee? Or my co-“

“I’m home~” the door burst open. Shit. “Dad?” Fuck. Tsumiki. “Toji?” Shitfuck. Megumi. “Oh hey,” your lover glanced over his shoulder at his children, “you guys want coffee?”

[rouiyan]

𝘖𝘍𝘍 𝘐𝘊𝘌 [ 𝘭.𝘫𝘯 ]

⧏ jeno's installment of the keep your cool collective ⧐

synopsis: he likes to think it's romantic how he always finishes your sentences for you. you think it's annoying that he keeps interrupting you.

✧ ice hockey player!lee jeno x (fem.) tutor!reader ✧ college au

✧ genres : fluff, angst, slightly suggestive ✧ word count : 4.4k ✧ disclaimers : mentions of sexual activities, swearing

✧ author’s note — same universe as my puck in your goal which does not need to be read first but can be. also, hi @crownily i did it :)

let's just say jeno sucks at school and that the one thing he doesn't suck at is hockey, ice hockey. and let's just say that you're his tutor, strictly for tutoring purposes. yet, here you find yourself at his doorstep at 3:47 in the morning, or so your phone says.

he opens up to see you clad dressed down, different from the neat tee and skirt he's so used to. to be completely honest, jeno has never felt anything towards you and even he himself finds that hard to believe since you're everything he could ever ask for in a girl. pretty and cute, snappy but sweet, the most perfect curve of lips and above all, you're an intellectual. he finds it attractive but he isn't attracted to you, per se.

jeno wished he would though, especially now that he's suffering from what he called you here for in the first place: an extreme case of breakup.

one hand leaning your weight on the doorframe, the right of your shit rides up. jeno bites down on his lip, retracting his eyes to your face. "let me get this straight, you called me here, at this time of night, to get me to help you with what exactly?" so what if he thought fucking you would be a good way to keep his mind off things? too bad he didn't think any further than that. the words come to his as he speaks, "i just thought that- that...you- you would be awake at this time! because you know- you like to study…did i interrupt anything?"

donning a dreary expression, you nod in clarification, "yeah, you interrupted my studying."

"right, okay, i'll let you get back to that," he turns in haste as if to close the door behind him but you catch it with your heel, a scowl making its way across your face at what you were about to say, "forget it, jen, i'm already here. what do you need help with?" you stare into his back, his widening eyes unbeknownst to you. he turns again, now deliberate in motion, just to give him as much time to get his bearings together. lifting one shoulder in suggestion, and truthfully confusion, his voice is a pitch higher when he responds, "...studying?"

and that's how he finds himself staring into the crack between the wall and the far end of his desk, your figure hovering above him but not in the way he'd planned for, planned poorly for. jeno is on edge and frankly, he feels incredibly bad because he doesn't understand anything that comes from your mouth and the words you jot down on his paper before him all seem to collide and blur into each other. that's when he realizes he's started crying.

and that's when you're rendered speechless as the boy sits there, the little tracks running down his face wetting the paper you were teaching off of. "jeno, oh my god. fuck, you good?" you don't want to come off as prying so you avoid the whole 'why' notion but you're not that socially inept to miss that he didn't call you here at such an ungodly hour of morning just to get some unpaid tutor hours in and he certainly isn't crying because he doesn't understand shit. 

a hand of his is sifting through his hair while another rubs harshly down the side of his face. "i don't think you should- i'm just gonna go get you some tissues, i'll- i'll go get that." you turn on your heel and navigate your way from his room to the kitchen you'd passed on the way in. it's dark and you know he has roommates, you were less than willing to make your presence known. to your dismay, the kitchen was currently being occupied by a man whom you've yet to identify, being only two steps in when you stop in your tracks. 

he identifies you first, "y/n, what are you doing here?" and you pick up from the voice that it's donghyuck. your foot hits a cabinet before your eyes get a chance to adjust to the lighting, "fuck, yeah i'm here with jeno, well i'm not- not like that, we're just studying."

"just studying?" there's no way to see it but you swear the cock of his brows is apparent as it would be at day. you hum in response, fingers trying to make out the paper towel dispenser you were sure you caught a glimpse of on the way in. "so you're saying," he pulls out his phone and the light that emits from the screen is enough to guide you in the right direction before he shoves is back in his pocket. "that you booked a tutoring session with him at 4:19 a.m.?"

tearing one, then two, from the dispenser, you distractedly let a disbelieving, "yup," past your lips. hyuck scrutinizes you in the dark and his next words nearly shock you out of your skin, "is he fucking you because he just got dumped? is that why?"

you swivel at lightning speed, "he what?" hand over his mouth, donghyuck seems genuinely apologetic, though you wouldn't put it past him if he was not, "shit, you didn't know?" folding the paper towels two times over in your hands, you gingerly across the room to where the boy is seated, "i mean, i know that he didn't call me here just to study but that's legitimately what we ended up doing." he doesn't answer for awhile so you follow up with a question, "you think he wants to fuck me?"

hyuck looks you straight in the eye, "yeah, yeah i do." it hangs unsaid in the air between the two of you, but it's within both of your knowledge that jeno only wanted you here for sexual relief from his frustrations, that whatever else could be denoted by the deed was simply inapplicable for this situation. you shake your head of the thoughts, "so, what are you doing up this early?" you know that there is a weary and weeping jeno you have to get back to but you also know that your presence is somewhat unwelcome there, uncomfortable even, while he wades in his fit of tears.

hyuck replies with a heavy tone, "he gave me some things to think about too."

and you jump to conclusions all too quickly, "he wants to fuck you too?"

"god, y/n, no."

a weak laugh lining your demeanor after the last of the interaction, you reenter jeno's room to find him sprawled wide, his back to the bed. "hey," you preface as you round upon his bed, setting the paper towels on his nightstand. it seemed his tears had run their race and his eyes were now staring lethargically into the ceiling. perching yourself on the edge, you reach to place a hand atop one of his, giving two reassuring squeezes. "need anything?"

only now does jeno seem to take note of your arrival, his eyes hooded eyes flit to you for half a second before resolutely tugging you by the hand you had clasped within his. "what-" your breath is stolen from you as your back hits his chest. jeno drapes his arms across you front, "jeno, what-"

"i need a pillow, that's what i need."

you blink, trying to make sense of your thoughts, "did you ask me here to fuck you numb?" his body goes rigid underneath yours and you're right to assume that you've pinpointed the answer. "i'm right, huh?" eyeing downwards, his fingers are fiddling for you to see. after a few moments laid in bated breath, he lets weakly, "sorry about that, it's not gonna happen."

"yeah no shit," is said dulcetly despite the denotation. you feel his chuckles reverberate beneath you. "i'm really sorry, i swear i don't think of you that way." a smile upon your own face, you turn in his arms to place an expression to his voice. propping your head up on your folded arms, your arms atop his chest, you peer into his eyes sincerely. there is much that needs to be said, the reasonings behind his unexpected breakdown and the closeness you suddenly feel with still have to be addressed. but at this hour in the morning, you can't bring yourself to. 

instead you query, "should i stay the night?" he peers into your eyes with equal sincerity when he responds, "it's already early morning, you'd probably be off better sleeping here." giving a soft nod and a few moments to rearrange your thoughts, you perk up again just as he's about to fall asleep. he isn't annoyed in the slightest, rather he smiles at that, your voice, "do you have practice tomorrow?"

it's his turn to give a nod in response. "wanna come watch?" your arms move around his chest, encasing him like how he's encased you. hiding your smile in the front of his sweatshirt, your voice comes out muffled, "i'd love to but i'm a bit busy, jen. next time, maybe."

at your response, it's the first time that jeno feels, acknowledges, that his heart drops, even though it's in the slightest. there's an image of you in the stands, your textbooks in your lap and glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose. the image moves as he moves cross the rink and you look up when he passes by, eyes bright and a small smile and thumbs up in encouragement. from then on, it's that image that's plastered in his mind every time he thinks of you, that one self-conjured image. 

jeno feels his heart drop even more when he awakes to an empty bed. he finds that the text that you've sent in departure isn't nearly enough to repair his spirits, he wishes you were there instead.

practice sucks ass the next day and the day after that, he doesn't pay it any mind, knowing more than well enough how renjun whispers of the news of his breakup among the members. he doesn't hold it against him though, after all, his ex is his teammate's best friend. jeno thinks it hurts the most when his ex shows up at the next game, the one he'd invited you to when you'd crossed paths on campus a few days ago. he finds himself in a weird predicament between trying to forget about a girl and chasing after another one. he can't tell if he really likes you or if he just needs a rebound.

today, jeno decides it's the latter because he's fuming the entire game at how hyuck would send winks in her direction, how he would skate up to the edge of the rink to converse with her during their breaks. jeno hates how she's moved on all too easily and he feels and urge to prove that he can do the same. he wants to prove to himself.

he's let almost every goal in by the time the buzzer signals the end of the final round. the coach reprimands him because at this point, he might as well be from the opposing team. the helmet is off in a split second, he showers for the briefest of moments, only allowing the water to slosh across his body one time before he's patting himself dry. jeno slips the towel from his shoulder throws on a hoodie in its stead. he's out the locker room in bare minutes where he comes face to face with you. you, with the little sheepish, apologetic smile on your face. you, who'd just arrived from your shift at the local cat adoption center, late for the game but in just time for him. you, the only person he's been aching to see the whole day. but even now, he's unsure of exactly why. 

"y/n, hey," he's by your side in an instant, hesitant in his actions but words tumbling out nonetheless, "you came. late, but...you came."

you meet him in the middle, hands coming up to your aid and waving nonsensically as you speak, "i'm so sorry, my shift was extended and i forgot to tell my boss beforehan-"

"it's fine, i'm just glad you're here." he readjusts the bag onto his shoulders in a nervous fit. he barely manages to make eye contact with you and he wonders when he started to feel this way about you or, again, the desire for a rebound, his need for a taste of vengeance is willing him to act this way. jeno shrugs off the thought and fills the silence with an offer, "so do you wanna go...do something together?" 

jeno should know by now. the little sparkle that glints in your eyes and the way his stomach upturns itself in response. he should know by now how much you like him too. hyuck exits the locker rooms in that instant, he greets you in passing as he joins a girl up ahead. you turn back to jeno, momentarily distracted, only to find his gaze hardened and fixed on the girl. a sickening feeling erupts within you as you begin to piece one and one to make two. 

he turns back to you and you avoid his gaze. the shift in your countenance jolts him as much as his had jolted you. you lick your lips before looking back up at him, your own eyes guarded. he wishes he knew why. "jeno, i'm gonna have to rain check. i just- i thought of something- something came up. i have to go."

you're stalking away from him before he can even process it. he's lucky that his strides are long because he catches your wrist right before you get to the exit, "y/n," he tugs gently so that you turn to him but he's caught off guard even more when he sees the tears that have begun to form in your eyes. "why are you like this all of a sudden? what happened?"

you shake your head at him, hurriedly swallowing the sobs before you can embarrass yourself even further, "nothing, jeno. i just realized something." you stare down at his wrist expectantly but he only clutches it tighter, "then, what did you realize?"

he lets go of your wrist now and you feel like your heart couldn't get any heavier as you answer, "i realized that i'm just a fill-in until you get over her." jeno sucks in a breath as he watched the words leave your mouth, as he watches you turn and leave, and he hears more tears bubble from your frame, the sounds receding the farther you walk from him. for some reason, it's only when you tell him so that he understands that he feels the exact opposite.

it's only when you shove it in his face, your own face scrunched up in tears, that he's only going after you as a rebound, when he sees his feelings for what they really are. honest, jeno finds it hard to believe that he's never felt anything towards you since you're everything he could ever ask for in a girl. pretty and cute, snappy but sweet, the most perfect curve of lips and above all, you're an intellectual. he finds it attractive, he finds you attractive. fuck it, he likes you.

fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, your next tutoring session was scheduled for just a few days after, just enough time for him to get his act together and enough for you to cool your head enough sift through the thirty or so voice mails he'd left you. most of them seem to contain the same rueful, repentant tone, though a few seem to be displaying his slow spiral into self-deprecation. you're pretty sure the last is a mistake, a butt dial maybe.

jeno's not proficient with the knife, definitely not with how he's cutting the pears right now. he thinks he would've been better off bringing bananas but that would've seemed too insincere, wouldn't it? his thoughts are jumbling and sludging against one another when a finger of his slips and the fine edge of the knife is pressed on a knuckle. "fuck," he swears, his other hand already reaching over to the sink to run the cut under cold water. the sting is piercing and he looks away from the cut to the clock overhead. "double fuck," he mutters this time. the last thing he needs right now is you thinking that he stood you up. 

with steadfast athleticism, he finishes off the last of the pears with one hand. he's sure you'd laugh at the whole debacle if you were there though he's thankful you're not. jeno faces the fear that he sucks at everything except ice hockey, and he's barely getting by these days. he only ever feels confident on the rink with his stick in hand, crouched low so his eyes were level with the ice. he's never felt that much control over anything else, much less confessing to a girl and trying, somehow, to show that she was of much more worth than what he'd made it seem like. 

the library is a ten minute walk from his house, a three minute sprint. yes, he had sprinted. 

he knows for a fact that pears were the right way to go when you let the tiniest of smiles adorn your face at the sight of him setting the tupperware in front of you. you check your expression back into taut impassivity before he can indulge in his victory any longer. he knows you're not half as mad as you present yourself to be but that doesn't mean he'd take his mistakes lightly and go about this sleazily. jeno needs your trust. 

you resist the urge to reach over and flip over the hair that stood upright on the wrong side of his head. reverting your eyes onto the computer screen before you, "let's get started." not a half hour into your session, you're spaced out, eyes zoned onto the way jeno spins his pen between his fingers. maybe it's the lack of sleep that's getting to you.

"y/n? you good?"

you swallow thickly, removing your gaze from his hands, from him, from his paper, from anything that has to do with him. you notice how your chair has inched closer to his, or his to yours, you notice the finger-wide distance between you and him. shivers are sent down your spine. "let's take a break, is that fine?" jeno, from beside you, yawns and for a brief second you think he's about to pull the stretch and hand around shoulder trick. you blush unknowingly. 

jeno speaks before you can ask to resume the session, "can i say something?"

"is it work related?" you give your best efforts at keeping your voice level and head turned somewhat in his direction. in your peripheries, he cocks his head to the right, "...no, but we're on break." almost letting a huff escape your complexion, you relent, "fine then, shoot," figuring he would say it anyways.

"i want you to come to our next game."

you're lucky you had the whole scenario thought through, at least something can be harvested from your late nights spent tossing and turning, "i don't think i can-"

"y/n, i haven't even told you when."

"okay fine," you wrinkle your nose in distaste and hand out the truth for him to see, or hear, "i just don't want to." jeno is doing his best, he really is, but he knows that you've heard all that he has to say, if not once, then twenty-nine times over. the last one was a mistake. "did you get my voicemails?"

sighing, you chance a glance at him to see that he isn't the slightest bit annoyed, face drawn into a frown of sorts. you'll never admit that even just the sight could soften your set mindset. consideration replays in your irises when you answer the yes or no question with a decisive nod.

"then i'm sure you understand why i want you to come."

jeno lets you drive him home that day, he'd be the last to complain. the ride is silent from start to finish until right when he's about to close the passenger door, the car parked in front of his shared house. an, "i'll think about it," is what he's left to brew over for the next week or so as he stares that the text, read and unreplied, that he'd sent to remind you of the day and time of the game. he's anxious but it's only to that extent.

it's becoming more and more evident that jeno is loosing his touch on ice. he hates that the only thing he can attribute it to is his dwindling love life. he finds that the enforcer is atypically rough today but he's glad that his role at the goal requires the least interaction and footwork. he'd promised his coach that he would be more wary of his surroundings but he can't help the occasional glance at the rink entrance every once in awhile. what he doesn't understand is that his definition of 'once in awhile' marks at around every thirty seconds.

the last round is the most painful, undoubtedly, because it's as if his defeat is being dragged on and on, as if the giant timer above the rink is ticking to the heartbeat of a dead man. 

jeno can is aware that he's breathing. he's aware but he has to double check when the entrance doors open for the last time that game and you've arrived. you're standing by the doorway, apprehensive, but jeno can't get it past his head that you've arrived, that you're here. he'd have gotten decked in the face had you not motioned your head in the direction of the fast approaching puck and the burly man behind it.

he blocks the shot and every shot after. there's no need to wonder why.

the buzzer rings in his head so quick that he thinks time runs on his emotions rather than the clock. his helmet is often in seconds and he's making his way at supersonic speeds to the part of the rail where you're stood. the glass fogs with his breath as he tries to get his words across. 'i'll be quick,' he mouths. 

you count two minutes until he's off ice. jeno hasn't bothered to shower, he lacks the patience for it. he sits you down on the lowest of the bleachers, closest to the rink. standing over you, he finds that he has so much to say, so many things he wants to let you know, all the feelings he's ever bottled up for the girl so obviously made for him.

he's never had much of a way with words but he thinks that the romance movies hyuck's made him watch over the years give a pretty good overview of what to say in situations like these, "i'd cross the world for you." you snort back at him, nose crinkling in distaste at his choice of words and poking fun at him with your own, "rink, jeno. you mean you'd cross the rink for me."

"y/n, i'm tryna do something here," he whines, the pout on display mimicking his displeased but light-hearted implications. you're equally as amused, "oh yeah? what are you tryna do?"

"i'm tryna," he takes your two arms in his and wraps them around his middle. you instinctively fist the fabric of his blue jersey at the back, "jeno, what are you-" you stop when a hand of his own comes to trace the lines of your face softly. maybe he can't find the words but surely he could show you. if he could just…"you keep interrupting me, jeno."

drawn from his resolution, he's snappy when he retorts, "i think as your boyfriend i ought to have that privilege."

"boyfriend? since when did you-"

"i just did," he revels in the idea that you think him to be smooth with words when in reality the 'boyfriend' was a slip up, a mirror of his daydreams. he's over the moon that it worked out in his favor. while he fixates on just how much he feels for you, you're playfully annoyed at a whole other, "stop fucking interrupting me, jen-"

"i love you."

you blink up at him. well shit. a lot of things are happening and you lack the brain cells to process them. there's only one thing you can think to do, only one think that you're thinking about, have been thinking about, will still be thinking about. 

he may be the one to steal words right from your mouth but beyond that he's oblivious, you think. the smile still plays on his lips when he follows up, "is it okay to interrupt you if i say something like tha-"

you press a smile of your own onto his lips, cutting his words effectively. a hand of yours moves up to the curve of his neck to bring him down further, the angle at which he is kissing giving him all the advantage he needs to deepen it. when you part, you aren't surprised to see how half your body is leaning on the row of seats behind you and that jeno's entire body is sprawled on yours, supported by a knee on one side of you. 

you like your lips as you feel his breath hot on yours. "how's it feel now?"

shaking his head, jeno presses his temple to yours so that the only thing you can see is him, just him. "interrupt me any day, will you?"

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — wrote this up in approx. three hours. lee jeno is so rude for interrupting all my other wips (that are also mostly for him). i hope you enjoyed because i did, i freaking love writing for him <3

[goldencursive]

me: i’m gonna write a fic for bnha spring break!

me to me: u should write it ahead of time

me: nah, i got time. i’m only writing a short scene, it won’t take too long

me to me: you fool. you utter goddamn fool

anyways, this is for bnha spring break, day idk, prompt childhood. it’s not as late as my other one, minimally edited, but i hope you enjoy!

Title: it doesn’t really have one but i’ve been calling it smol beans

Word Count: 1034

featuring izuku and proto!katsuki after izuku finds out he’s quirkless

Katsuki is on a mission! Yesterday, Izuku wasn’t in school and Katsuki is determined to see if he’s okay. Today’s Sunday, which means they don’t have school, but it also means Katsuki won’t be able to see Izuku until tomorrow.

That is, unless he visits him. Which is exactly what Katsuki is going to do! But his mom wouldn’t tell him why Izuku wasn’t in school yesterday even though he knows something is wrong, and didn’t even let Katsuki go see him. She probably won’t let him see Izuku today either, so that’s why he’s sneaking out.

Katsuki waits until his mom (just her, ‘cause Dad has work today) leaves the living room. She takes forever, watching her stupid TV show. Finally, he hears the sound of the bathroom door closing and the toilet seat clinking against the bowl. He quietly snatches up his backpack and tiptoes out of his bedroom to the front door, making sure none of the neighbors are watching, before slipping out.

“Yes!” he cheers to himself. Escape at last! Now, onwards! To Izuku’s apartment!

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Izuku is curled up on the sofa, cocooned in a swathe of blankets, crying as an All Might movie plays on the TV. I’ll never be a hero like All Might, he thinks, sniffling. Because just yesterday, the doctor had told him he was quirkless.

An energetic round of knocks on the door startles him out of his weeping. Izuku’s eyes grow big and scared, and he stops sniffling, scared of making any more noises. Mom isn’t home, because she has work, and Dad is never home anymore. Usually Mom lets him stay at Kacchan’s house, but Izuku didn't want to see Kacchan today. Kacchan loves quirks as much as Izuku does, and he would be upset that Izuku doesn't have one. He might even stop being Izuku’s friend. He knows the neighbors are watching the door, but they can't be watching it all the time. Who could it be?

The knocks start up again, this time accompanied by a voice. “Hey, Izuku, open the door! It’s just me!” calls Kacchan. Kacchan?

Izuku starts mumbling to himself as he struggles his way out of the cocoon. “Why is Kacchan here? If Auntie brought him over then she would’ve opened the door with her key. Does that mean Kacchan snuck out?” He flops onto the floor, blanket-free, and picks himself up, hurrying to the door before pausing in the middle of unlocking it. “Or what if something happened to his mom? Should I tell him that I’m quirkless? What if he doesn’t like me anymore? But Kacchan’s my best friend, he always likes me.” Strengthening his resolve, he drags the door open.

“Why are you muttering so much?” Kacchan asks, before noticing how red Izuku’s eyes are. His face scrunches up in concern. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Do I need to beat anyone up?”

“No!” Izuku exclaims. He and Kacchan move to the sofa, where Izuku crawls back into his blankets.

“Okay,” shrugs Kacchan. “Why weren’t you at school yesterday? Are you sick?”

“No, I…” Izuku hesitates, glancing down at his hands, unable to meet Kacchan’s eyes. “I was at the quirk doctor. He said...he said-” Izuku hiccups, the tears coming back in full force. “Kacchan, I can’t be a hero anymore,” he wails, big, blubbering tears rolling down his face.

“Don’t cry, Izuku!” Kacchan says, panicking. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around Izuku’s blankets. “What do you mean you can’t be a hero?”

“Because I’m quirkless,” Izuku hiccups through the tears and snot. He balls up a corner of the blanket, wiping his snotty face with it.

“Just because you’re quirkless doesn’t mean you can’t be a hero!” Kacchan says determinedly.

“But-”

“Nuh-uh! No buts! You’re super brave, and super nice, and if anyone’s going to be a hero it’s you!” Kacchan tells him very earnestly.

Izuku bawls harder at Kacchan’s encouraging words. “But heroes have to be strong too. How am I supposed to be strong without a strong quirk, Kacchan?”

“Don’t give up, Izuku! You’re one of the best people I know!”

“I’m one of the only people you know, Kacchan,” Izuku giggles wetly. “But you know how it works; you can’t be a hero without a quirk.”

Kacchan screws his face up. “Well, if you’re not going to be a hero, then I’m not either!”

Izuku scrambles up to look at Kacchan, his tears shocked into stopping. “But you have such a cool quirk! And you’re gonna be a great hero! You can’t quit!”

“I’m not going to be a hero without my hero partner,” says Kacchan, frowning. “If you don’t wanna be a hero, then I don’t wanna be a hero. I’ll follow you no matter what.”

Izuku starts bawling again. “Kaaaachan,” he wails, latching onto the other boy.

“There, there,” Kacchan says, copying what their moms do whenever Izuku inevitably starts crying and pets him. “Does this mean you’re gonna be a hero again?”

Izuku nods, smiling through his tears. “Yeah. Thanks, Kacchan.”

His best friend grins back and hugs him tighter. 

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“I swear to God, that little brat better be at Inko’s, or I’ll ground him so hard, he’ll be digging himself out until Christmas,” Mitsuki mutters, storming to the Midoriyas’ apartment. Her anger quickly dissipates when she unlocks the door and is greeted by the sight of her son waving an All Might figurine in the air, joined by a giggling Izuku, cheeks still wet with tears.

“What do we have here?” she asks, hands on her hips.

Katsuki, the little shit, blinks at her innocently. “Whaddya mean, Mama? Me and Izu are just playing heroes.”

“Please don’t be mad at Kacchan, Auntie Mitsuki,” Izuku says quietly. “He just wanted to come see me.” She folds under his adorably pleading eyes. “You’re still in trouble, young man,” she says to Katsuki. “But don’t run off without telling me or at least leaving a note, okay, brat?”

“Okay, Mama,” Katsuki echoes absentmindedly, the information going in one ear and out the other. 

Troublesome brat, Mitsuki thinks fondly. She enters the threshold, closing the door behind her. “Now, wanna tell me what you two are playing?”

[anxiousstark]

S3 01 | Tattoo

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, murder, dead body, swearing (always).

A/N: SEASON 3 HERE WE COME! Double update this week! 

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Summer was the greatest thing that happened to us, and without any doubt, the best thing that had happened to me since I arrived at Beacon Hills. Our summer was full of peace, which is what we needed. No creatures were trying to kill us or other people. We were safe, and even though we couldn't avoid being a little apprehensive, we knew that we were finally safe.

Scott, Melissa and I were able to sit down together, explaining to her everything that had happened. We were terrified because it wasn't easy to explain to someone you loved that danger followed you. After all, we weren't humans anymore. That night we told her everything. Melissa got teary, feeling guilty for not being able to help or do anything for us. We told her that we were fine, we would be fine.

During this peaceful holiday, I was able to get closer to both boys. Scott and I didn't throw ourselves at each other's throats. Of course, there was a long way to walk. We still needed to get used to everything. The hazel-eyed boy and I developed a new habit during summer, whenever we felt anxious we seemed to notice, bodies being attracted to each other, hands interlocking, hoping to give the comfort we sought. Holding hands became a soothing gesture between us. We did it unconsciously.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles grabbed a folder, holding it up, showing it to the other boy. I walked closer to him, excited to see what was he holding, knowing Stiles, something that would make me snicker. "Too soon? Yeah." Of course, I snickered when I noticed that he was showing Scott the drawing of a beast that looked like the Kanima. Melissa allowed him to get a tattoo.

For what we got to know, Matt was dead. We still weren't sure what that would mean for Jackson. But we had promised ourselves that we wouldn't get into supernatural trouble during summertime. However, tomorrow was our first day back to class, which meant that the supernatural would come back to form part of our lives.

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" I walked around the room, admiring the drawings decorating the walls.

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott and I got closer especially at night. One night I woke up after having a nightmare where I saw my mother. It seemed like the other McCall was also having a nightmare, which ended in both of us, sleeping on his bed, and talking about the stuff that worried us. That night Scott McCall cried, he missed Allion, but he couldn't ignore everything that had happened.

"Okay, but why two bands?"

Scott shrugged, stating that he just liked it. "But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

Stiles had a small grin on his face, ready to inform Scott that wasn't the point. But the tattoo artist interrupted him. "He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark.' Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see? He gets it."

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally."

"Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope." Scott offered me a smile, ready to get the tattoo he has been asking for so long.

The boy standing next to me scratched his chin. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." There was no time to analyze the situation. Stiles was lying on the floor, an uncomfortable posture making the circumstances even funnier.

I sat on the passenger seat on Stiles's Jeep. Scott had bought a bike with the money he had gained while working for Deaton in the clinic. So now, every day, I was driven to class by the hazel-eyed boy.

"Don't you think it was strange?" He asked me again as I spaced out. "It seems like something supernatural to me. Exactly when we go back to class." After Scott's tattoo, we were ready to go home and have dinner together. My half-brother's happiness due to the tattoo didn't last for long as an excruciating pain made him take the bandages off, realizing the tattoo had disappeared. Maybe we should have taken into account that he was a werewolf, and he healed faster. A tattoo was an open wound.

On our way home, we saw Lydia's car, and not to anyone's surprise, she was with Allison. A deer hit the front of their car, making us run to them to check if they were hurt. Scott was convinced that the deer was terrified.

"I suppose, Stiles." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Hey," He glanced at me for a second, quickly looking back to the road ahead of him. "You alright?" His hand ended up resting on top of my hand, which was resting on my thigh.

"I feel like so many bad things are going to happen again." I lamented. "We still don't know anything about me. There are obstacles everywhere."

"I told you. We will find answers, okay?" He squeezed my hand. To be honest, some nights during summer were spent searching for every scaly creature that exists in the supernatural world. But without knowing what I could do, we couldn't conclude anything. When we arrived at school, we walked directly to our classroom.

Stiles and I glanced at each other when only a couple of minutes into the lecture, Scott had to leave class. My mind went to the worst scenario case, thinking that maybe Melissa was in danger. Stilisnki seemed to notice my change of behaviour, extending his hand, offering me to grab it. I did.

He rested back on his chair, sighing, tired from doing whatever the teacher has ordered us to do. "Hey, Lydia. What is that?" When I followed his gaze, I noticed a bandage around the pretty strawberry blonde girl's ankle. "Is that from the accident?"

"No. Prada bit me."

"Your dog?" I asked. Stiles's other hand extended forward, forbidding me from biting my pen, a nervous habit I didn't notice I was doing.

"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog." She replied as if I was stupid, which made me grumble a little while Stiles smiled at my reaction.

"Has it ever bitten you before?" Lydia shook her head. "Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?"

"Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?"

"Or something. I just... maybe it means something's coming. Something bad." Stiles was completely right. Something was wrong, I felt it.

"It was a deer and a dog. What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice..." Her words were interrupted when something hit the window, leaving a trail of blood. Every student was interrupted form their concentration, glancing at the window. Jennifer, our teacher, walked towards it. Crows, so many crows were coming towards us. Another one hit the window, and then another, and another.

"S-Stiles..." I whispered, my hand rapidly clutching his shirt between my fingers. The windows couldn't resist so many crows hitting it. They ended up being shattered, thousand of crows getting inside the classroom.

I quickly grabbed Lydia as she seemed to be shocked enough to react, covering her head with my arms. I felt someone doing the same thing for me. Stiles's back pressed tightly against mine, the inside of his thighs pressed against the outside of mines. His arms covering my face after he saw that I was hit by a couple of enraged crows.

Of course, the cops had been called. They were now asking around, trying to understand what was going on. However, this was something out of their reach.

"You alright?" Stiles's hands grabbed my cheeks, lightly moving my head from side to side, making sure that there wasn't any wound or scratch.

"You?" My fingers grasped a feather that seemed to be stuck in his hair, pulling it out. He nodded, sighing in relief, taking me into his arms. That is another habit we had developed during the summer.

"Guys," Mr. Stilisnki came closer to us, his eyes focusing on our intertwined hands. "No more class for today, okay?" He offered us a smile. "Go back home, alright? Make sure you guys are in a safe place." We both nodded.

"Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right? What does it mean?"

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers."

"Why is this so important to you? Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?"

"To mark something." Stiles crossed his arms while letting Derek know as if he didn't know already. He looked so proud of himself.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh..."

"Like an open wound." Stiles finished for him. I sniffed, wiping my wet cheeks. I could feel a pair of eyes on me. "Wait, are you crying?"

I sobbed even harder when the boy standing next to me noticed that I was weeping. "I don't know why," I continued cleaning my face. "I just got emotional." The three boys grinned, Stiles embracing me while softly laughing.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek let him know, but that wasn't going to scare Scott.

Fire. He was going to burn Scott. "Oh, wow. That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside." He tried to leave, and I tried to follow him, but Derek wasn't having any of it when he got up, grabbing us from the back of our shirts, and telling us to hold Scott down.

When we were leaving Derek's house after holding Scott down, who cried loudly, until he passed out. The McCall boy couldn't help but grin and be excited about his first tattoo.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles examined it, hands deep down in his pockets.

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast." I sighed, linking my arms with both boys, who offered me a smile. "Everything's so, uh... Ephemeral."

"Studying for the psats?"

"Yep."

"Nice."

Scott opened the front door, but rare enough, he examined it while rubbing his fingers against the wood. "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?" He asked, looking back at Derek.

"Go home, Scott."

"Hey," I intervened. Scott's breath got quicker, scratching the paint off the door. "What is going on, Scott?" There was a symbol on the door.

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[rogershoe]

Lights, Camera, Action

Part four

(Part three)

Masterlist

Summary: You’re a production assistant on the set of Cursed. The night before your first day at work, you opened your laptop to shockingly realise you’d be working with Daniel Sharman (and a plethora of other amazing actors), someone you’d been watching on screen since you were a teenager. You kept your expectations low, the PAs rarely got to interact with the talent…what was your chance?

Word count: 3.8k

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Warnings: age gap between reader and Daniel, swearing, slow burn

Notes: This has definitely been the most fun chapter to write out of all four so please let me know how you liked it!! Also I realised that Cursed was actually filmed in England so for the sake of the story we’re just gonna pretend like it was filmed in LA hahaha. 

Sunday, January 13th, 2019

10:31 am

You rubbed your eyes, swiping across your phone’s screen to turn your alarm off. The sun’s light bled through your curtain, giving your room an eery glow. 

It had been almost a week since Huey had informed you that you’d be working with the make-up/costume department as well. You thought you would start on Tuesday of last week (the day after you got the message), but Huey had apparently “forgotten” to inform you that you would actually be starting in a week. On Monday. Meaning tomorrow. 

To say you were a bundle of nerves was an understatement. Naomi had also approached you last week warning you about how you’d be working with the actors a lot more and how you should work on “being completely comfortable” around them. Had she really been that intuitive? Still, you hadn’t had any interaction with them at all since you’d delivered Daniel’s costume to his trailer on Monday. You’d only seen them shoot scenes and talk to the director and other crew members from far off. (Never to the production assistants.) 

You tried to ignore the nerve-wracking thoughts of having to actually interact with the actors and instead focused on Bradley. Yes, Bradley.

 He had invited you to have breakfast with him at the Original Pantry Cafe, a breakfast place he had said was the “very best in LA”. To be completely honest, you were a bit taken aback when he had asked you….did he mean as in a date? You of course, being the idiot that you were, didn’t bother to clarify, so now you had no idea whether you were just meeting him as friends or something more. You hoped to god it was just as friends. You couldn’t deal with dating at this point… especially with Mr. Daniel Sharman on your mind 24/7. 

11:13 am

The sun warmed your face as you stepped out of your parked car. You had just pulled up to the cafe and proceeded to subtly peek through the window as you walked to the door. Bradley was sitting on a small table inside by the window. Thankfully he was on his phone so he didn’t see you staring. You entered the shop, a small bell tingling above you. The warm smell of fresh bread and eggs and syrup wafted towards your nose. For a second, your belly rumbled and you forgot about all your worries. You glanced towards Bradley and saw that he was now walking towards you, a huge smile on his face. An uneasy feeling suddenly grew inside you as you realised he might think that this was some sort of date. 

“Y/N! How are you?” 

You both started walking back to the table after you gave him a hug, “I’m good” you shrugged off your maroon jacket laughing, “Tired too”

“Really? When’d you sleep last night?” he suddenly swerved around you and pulled out your chair.

“Thanks” you said, sitting down, a funny look spread across your face, “I slept around 4:00”

“Seriously?” his eyes widened.

“Yeah…found a good series on Netflix” you rolled your eyes, smiling.

“I still don’t have Netflix” he sat down and pushed a menu towards you that you then proceeded to open.

“Really?” you laughed loudly, “You’re working on a Netflix show and you don’t even have Netflix?”

He smirked slightly, “I guess I’ll get it once Cursed comes out…anyways, what do you wanna get?”

You flipped through the menu, chuckling, “A coffee for sure”

“Well….. the pancakes are really good….. and so are their omelettes” he said pointing towards a mouth watering picture of a stack of chocolate pancakes. Healthy eating could go out the window for today. 

“Oh, I’ll definitely get those..how about you?”

“I’ll go for the bacon cheese omelette I think”

“Sounds yummy” you said and closed your menu

Bradley called the waitress over and you both gave her your orders. He also ordered a lemon raspberry smoothie. There was an awkward silence when she picked your menus up and left. 

You clasped you hands together resting them on the table, “Bradley?” he looked up at you, “I have a silly question to ask ” you smiled slightly, a nervous feeling growing inside you.

“Shoot” he said grinning.

“Was this meant to be a date?….Or-“ before you could continue, he thankfully interrupted, 

“Do you want it to be?”

Your mind went blank. Of course you didn’t want it to be…but judging by his answer he probably did. 

“Well..” you tilted your head, raising your eyebrows slightly

“You don’t do you?”

You shook your head slowly, a sorry expression on your face, “Did you?”

“Doesn’t really matter now, does it?” he said tightening his lips.

Before you could respond, the waitress suddenly came up to your table carrying two plates of mouth watering food. 

“One order of chocolate pancakes” she placed your dish in front of you, “and one bacon cheese omelette…..Enjoy!”

“Thank you!” you and Bradley both said simultaneously.

You grabbed your utensils, spooning a large bite into your mouth. You couldn’t deny that they were delicious..maybe this was the best breakfast place in LA.

“How is it?” Bradley laughed, cutting up his own omelette in from of you. You chewed quickly and swallowed. 

“Delicious Bradley…how about yours?”

He had taken a bite, “Just as good as it was the last twenty times I had it”

You giggled, going back to your own food. The next half an hour was thankfully not awkward at all. Both of you talked about Cursed, the actors, what jobs you had had before….and of course, your little, “promotion”. 

“I’m nervous……how much do you even have to talk with the actors on a day to day basis?” you asked

“Oh barely for me” he said finishing off his omelette, “I mostly work with the basecamp and costume department’s crew…when I accompany the actors to their set it’s usually a silent walk unless they feel like making conversation…which is rarely”

“So you’re saying I won’t have to talk to them as much either?”

“No Y/N you definitely will” he laughed at your widened eyes, “You’re essentially going to be helping the departments get the actors ready for the day…you might not have too much one on one conversation but you will be spending loads of time with them”

“You know that scares the shit out of me” you said scraping the remaining chocolate sauce off of your plate, 

“Aw don’t be….they’re only humans like us after all”

You supposed they were.

12:22 pm 

The second you got home and into your apartment, you shed your jacket, pulled out your phone, opened your contacts and called Talia. You two had met in university and been inseparable ever since. There was no friend you were closer to than her. 

She picked up on the second ring.

“Y/N!! It was meant to be a date right? I knew he was into you!”

You chuckled putting your keys on the table and falling onto your couch. “Slow down Tal…he didn’t say that”

“Well then what did he say?”

“He asked me if I wanted it to be a date”

You could practically hear her eyes roll back into her head, “You idiot…! If it wasn’t meant to be a date, he would’ve been straight up with you and just said so”

“Are you sure?”

“Obviously! Even if it wasn’t meant to be a formal date, he’s definitely into you”

‘What am I supposed to do now?” you huffed

“Is that a serious question?”

“…….Yeah” you said after a pause, guilt lacing your words.

“You go out with him again!” you rubbed your eyes and groaned after hearing her say that. 

She ignored you, “Then hopefully he’ll forgive you for being so clueless and in three or four years I’ll be an aunt to three little kids” she said laughing

You laughed too, “Talia! I’m being completely serious…..I only see him as a friend anyways”

“Why Y/N? If you saw a guy this cute, with a great personality I might add, two weeks ago, you would’ve been head over heels for him”

“That’s not true!”

“You know it is Y/N…..what changed?”

“I don’t know……I guess it might be my little crush on Daniel”

“Daniel?….You’re really going to let a tiny celebrity crush hold you back from true love?”

“I know it sounds bad Talia! And in the past I wouldn’t have…but now that I’m working with him things are….. different”

“Have you even talked to him?”

You paused thinking, “Yeah I have”

“And was that more or less than five words?”

“Less” you said scowling..”But it still counts!”

“Ugh Y/N, fine…If you see Bradley as just friends that’s okay….but don’t let Daniel cloud your real feelings for other guys okay? It’s not healthy to stay loyal to a guy who doesn’t even know your name”

“Okay Talia…thanks…I won’t” you said. She always did give the best advice.

Monday, January 14th, 2019

6:48 am

“Y/N! You excited to work on basecamp?” 

You turned to see Louis standing behind you in the studio next to the crafts (snacks) table.

“More nervous than excited” you said laughing.

“Well Huey wanted me to tell you that the timings have been changed and you’ll be helping the basecamp from 7 to 9 not from 8 to 10”

You checked you watch and your eyes widened, “ But that’s in ten minutes!”

“I know Y/N….you know how Huey is with his last minute changes” he said comfortingly

“Oh I know alright” you said sighing, “I guess I should get going…wish me luck”

He gave you a warm smile, “You’re gonna do great…you’ll have Pandora to keep you company anyways”

You faked a smile….Pandora was better than nothing you supposed.

You walked out of the building, cold damp air hit your face as you let the heavy door close behind you. There was not a hint of blue in the sky, just grey clouds. It had been raining when you had gotten to work and by the looks of it, it was going to rain again later. The ground was wet and you had to walk around dark puddles to prevent your shoes from getting wet.

You went up to the same trailers Bradley had taken you to yesterday. You didn’t know anyone except Siara….thankfully you saw her through the open door of one of the trailers. 

“Hey Y/N!” she said as you walked through the door, wiping your feet on the mat inside the vehicle. 

“Hi Siara…..do I just help you out or is there someone else I’m answerable to now?” you said smiling and tucking your hands into you back pockets. 

“I was told that Huey or Naomi would guide you and Pandora” she responded, going through a rack of dirty looking costumes

As if on cue, a voice sounded through your headset, “Pandora and Y/N, please report to trailer nine”

You tapped on your earphone indicating to Siara that they had just told you and walked out of the trailer.

“Good luck!” you heard her yell.

“Thanks!!”

When you got to trailer nine, you walked inside to find it was huge, almost double or even triple the size of what Daniel’s had been. It had long mirrors on both sides of the van and six white chairs on each side instead of three. There were almost 9 people in the trailer (which you would think would be a lot but in the huge vehicle it seemed like barely any). You looked around and saw Naomi and Pandora standing together in a corner opposite from the trailer’s door. You went up to them.

“Y/N!, how’ve you been?” Pandora said, a huge smile stretching itself across her face. Why was she being so nice to you all of a sudden?

“Good, how about you?”

“Ladies! We don’t have time for chit chat. The talent and extras will be here any second and you need to be ready”

You nodded crossing your arms over your chest. “I told all this to Pandora but I’ll repeat myself”

 She turned towards her,  “Pandora, you will be helping out mainly with the extras since they have such extensive make-up and costumes…you might help with the talent if they need it too depending on the day” 

Then she turned to you, “Y/N, you on the other hand will also be helping out with the readying of the extras and-“ she checked her watch and you could almost see the tension paint itself across her face. “And you’ll be giving a hand to Daniel Sharman’s make-up crew…since two of them resigned”

For a second you didn’t hear what she said and your mind fixated on just Daniel’s name. You nodded subconsciously, swallowing hard. A rush of adrenaline and nerves hit you when you processed that you’d be working with his make-up crew. You honestly still didn’t know what that meant but you were both nervous and insanely excited to find out. Naomi then without another word rushed down the stairs of the trailer and out into the gloomy weather. 

Did this mean you’d get to talk to Daniel? Would he actually notice you now? Or would you just be another part of the huge make up crew? Before you could bombard your poor mind with more intriguing questions, you froze in your spot when you saw the door to the trailer open. Multiple people walked through…extras. 

You let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked towards Pandora to see her also watching the extras. A realisation suddenly dawned on you that she was probably being nice to you because she knew beforehand that you were working with the Daniel. You honestly didn’t mind…it was better than when she was in a pissed off mood. 

“I guess we should start helping out?” you said looking at Pandora

She nodded going over to the chairs where the extras were getting seated, the make up crew bustling around them. There were even more of them now, they must have trickled in when you were speaking with Naomi. You saw Jasmine and the blonde make-up artist enter through the trailer…Daniel’s makeup artist. You suddenly gasped, only realising after you did so. 

Pandora looked at you with a funny expression, “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing…sorry” you said shaking your head and walking over to her. Your back faced the trailer door. 

A man, most likely a makeup artist from the looks of it (he had a belt around his waist with multiple makeup brushes and other tools), came up to the both of you. 

“Are you the extra help?”

“Yes” Pandora said

‘Great..” he looked around the trailer, “You guys won’t be doing anything crazy…just acting as assistants essentially to anyone who needs it” You saw his eyes widen as he looked over your shoulder most likely at the trailer door. You didn’t want to seem rude but you couldn’t help yourself as you turned around to find Daniel walking through the door of the trailer. He didn’t have his keys or anything for that matter on him so he must have left them in his personal trailer. His hair wasn’t tied up in a bun today and looked wet…it must’ve started raining outside. 

“Sorry I’m late!” your heart stopped for a second when you thought that he was talking to you, but he was actually looking over your shoulder at the crew member you and Pandora had been talking to. 

He quickly rushed past you and to Daniel, “Oh no no Daniel, you’re just on time!”

He smiled and walked past him to a chair where Jasmine and that other woman were setting up their supplies. You really had to learn her name. You knew you should go to them seeing as you were supposed to help but you were frozen in your spot, you heart beat thudding through your ears. 

“Y/N! You’re helping us today right?” you tore your eyes from Daniel and to Jasmine who was calling out to you from her place next to him. How she knew your name you had no idea…Naomi must’ve told her. 

You opened your mouth to talk but realised that it was better to just go over and see what they need help with. Your mouth tended to go dry when you were extremely nervous (or even excited). 

You walked over to the three of them. Daniel saw you through the mirror and maybe it was just you but you could’ve sworn there was a hint of recognition in his eyes. The second you caught his blue eyes you looked away and at Jasmine. 

‘What can I help with?”

She bent down and pulled out a white cape looking sheet from a shelf and put it on the long table. 

“It’s similar to a hair salon really” she opened a drawer and got multiple long clips out, then proceeding to go stand behind Daniel, “I’ll teach you the little tasks you’ll have to do so don’t worry…the basics are the same for the extras’ makeup as well”

You kept looking at Jasmine not wanting to be caught staring or even looking at Daniel through the mirror. She took a brush and brushed his hair back, using the different coloured clips to clip it out of his face, most likely to get him ready for the makeup. You had never been this close to any of the actors you knew and loved. It felt a bit like a dream really. Maybe it even was. 

You were snapped back to reality when you heard Daniel’s voice. “I know…aren’t we all” he said laughing. 

He must have been responding to something Jasmine or the other woman said, you wished you had been listening. 

“If you pick up things quickly you can be doing all this and I can focus more on the makeup” you heard Jasmine say. She had picked up the white sheet and was now putting it around Daniel’s neck, making sure it was covering his clothes. 

You nodded smiling and suddenly felt his eyes on you. You took a sudden risk and looked in the mirror right at him. His eyes were darting across the trailer now, thankfully not looking at you anymore. You crossed you arms over your chest, an act of subconscious self defence at how self conscious you were feeling at this moment. 

“Can you pass me the makeup wipes?” you heard Jasmine say. She was pointing at a white box on the counter. You quickly grabbed them and handed them to her. She didn’t take them from you but instead pulled a couple wipes out of it. 

“His makeup is essentially the same everyday” she said. She then proceeded to take the wipe and gently rub it across his face, most likely to make sure there was no oil or residue and so they could have a fresh canvas for the makeup. “The tears are the hardest and longest part to do so you’ll probably be needed most then” 

You felt a bit more comfortable now and spoke, "Do you do those too?”

You glanced in the mirror and saw Daniel grin a bit. Jasmine smiled too shaking her head, “Oh no, I’m still learning. Cassandra does the tears and most of his main makeup. Hopefully by the end of the process I’ll be able to do some of it though”

You smiled feeling like a bit of a fool, of course she was still learning. 

You heard Daniel’s voice and assumed he was talking to Jasmine, “You’re a production assistant right?” 

He wasn’t. 

You looked over at him through the mirror to see him looking directly at you. You nodded, smiling. You wanted to say something but the words just wouldn’t make their way out of your mouth. God,  you probably looked like such a starstruck dumbass. 

Cassandra had seemed to disappear, you looked around the trailer and she was nowhere to be seen. You swallowed and breathed deeply trying to calm the adrenaline still making it’s way through your body. 

“Will I just be watching today?” you asked, curious to know how much actual work you’d do.

“I guess so…Cassandra will let you know when she comes back” she said shrugging. She threw the makeup wipe into the bin and smiled. 

“Daniel probably has some of the best skin I’ve ever worked with” she said laughing, “There’s barely any oil….ever” 

He laughed too, “I doubt that” 

Your eyes suddenly fixated themselves on his smile and you found yourself beaming too. 

You quickly snapped yourself out of whatever day dream world you were living in. 

What in the living hell was wrong with you? He was an actor and suddenly just because you had seen him in real life you were falling for him? You had to get your act together….otherwise it could end up being a real and unnecessary distraction. 

You tore your eyes from him and looked at the door to see Cassandra walk back in. 

“Have you shown Y/N the basics?” she asked walking over to you three.

“Yes ma’am…I believe so” she said smiling.

Cassandra smirked looking skeptical, “Has she Daniel?” she said jokingly.

He nodded, lifting a hand to run it through his hair but dropping it at the last moment when he remembered his head was adorned with clips, “I think she has”.

You smiled feeling a bit nervous…Cassandra was a tad more intimidating than Jasmine. “You have to pick up things fast okay Y/N?” She went up in front of Daniel and grabbed what looked to be translucent powder and a brush, handing it to Jasmine. “We don’t have the time to slow ourselves down for you or Pandora”

You didn’t know what else to say other than, “Okay…of course”. You had no room for error apparently, you just had to get into Cassandra’s good books and you’d be fine. She wasn’t as sweet as she’d been on that day where you were still only a set PA. 

You looked at Daniel and found that he had closed his eyes and Jasmine was dabbing a bit of powder over his T zone…probably to absorb the excess oil that she had proudly told you he didn’t have. 

“Do you do a lot of makeup yourself?” Jasmine asked you

“Not usually but sometimes I guess” you said

“So you know all the different brushes?”

 You thought back to the hours of mindless makeup videos you would spend hours watching at 3:00 am when you couldn’t sleep. 

“Yep, I do actually” you said confidently. Thank god you weren’t completely clueless in this new endeavour.

Part five

[astralsweetness]

Overstimulating Hui (m)

➣ This was literally only written bcs of this post by @kpoppwriter​ who graciously allowed me to expand upon it a tiny bit. 🥺 Thank you so much for letting me. I wrote this in the one hour gap I had between Chemistry and Microbiology (so it’s prob not that great, and only like, 1.6k words.. and not proofread...), forgot all about it, and then remembered it on his birthday... so happy birthday Hui! 😂

➣ Warnings: Overstimulation, some tears (positive), use of a safeword (kind of), oral, a repeat use of a line from my Hui fic to kind of tie the two together

“Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?” The words are said into the feverish skin of Hui’s neck, lips sliding along his pulse point – a few tears have slipped from the corners of his eyes, always so responsive to you, and you move to kiss them away, distracted only by the way he turns to you for a kiss to his lips instead.

“Yes, I’m – it’s so much –“ He’s whining, a soft keen lingering in his throat long after words fail him, and you’re treated to an absolutely gorgeous view as he comes undone completely, muscles locking up as he cums on both your hand and his lower stomach. There’s already a mess of pre-cum and his last orgasm covering his skin, and all this does is make him even more of a mess. It makes you want to break him down into pieces before putting him back together, your fingers dancing teasingly along the head of his cock now instead of the rough and fast strokes you’d been giving him moments before.

“Don’t stop..!” There’s a deep furrow to his brow, a rough quality to his voice that sends a burst of pure white heat through you. He reaches a hand out to you pleadingly, and you don’t think twice about interlacing your fingers. You can feel the way it trembles in your grasp. “Please, I can – one more –“

He’s rambling, eyes squeezed shut, and you recognize this, remove your hand from his weeping and abused cock completely – he snaps his eyes open with a gasp, the sunset hue of his eyes less apparent than the darkness of his blown pupils.

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green.” He answers you with a ragged moan, curling his body towards yours lying next to him – he’s tired and overstimulated, in a fragile state of mind, and you don’t believe he’s telling the truth.

It’s not his fault, he’s not trying to lie to you – just like everything else in his life, Hui had the tendency to push himself without even realizing he was doing so. Continuing right now without giving him any time to recover was a surefire way to plunge him into a deep headspace that would take quite a bit of time to get out of, and that wasn’t your goal for tonight.

“Well, I’m kind of yellow right now sweetie, so let’s just breathe for a bit, okay?” You haven’t even finished your sentence before his head is dropping back against the pillow, tension draining from his body as his eyes slip shut – this is how it usually goes when he’s been overworked, him pushing his limits without noticing and you taking care of him without a second thought. His thumb swipes a soothing pattern across the back of your hand, the best he can do to try and soothe you in his fucked-out state.

It makes your heart lurch with love, how dedicated he is to you even when he’s covered in sweat and his own cum, breathing hard.

“Such a good boy for me, Hwitaek.” You fill the silence with soft assertions, mindless praise that is no less meaningful just because they spill off of your tongue as effortlessly as breathing. “You work so hard all the time, and it makes me so happy that you trust me to break you apart like this. Perfect boy. Beautiful, and all for me.”

“Yours..” He breathes softly, shifting the last few centimeters needed to press his body flush against you, rolled onto his side now. He’s sticky and hot and you don’t mind it in the slightest, smiles as he buries his nose into your neck, still holding your hand. “All yours.” It’s not quite an I love you, something adjacent to it, almost there but not exactly, but it resonates within you all the same.

“Are you still green, sweetheart? Still wanting to cum one more time?” Your fingers (the ones not being held hostage by his own) drift to his bare hip as you ask – his breathing has evened out, though it still hitches softly in his throat at the simple slide of your hand across the slope of his pelvis.

“Yes – please, one more, I can do one more, I’m still –“ His words catch up to him eventually and he falls silent, an abrupt cut-off to his whining pleas. “Are you? Green, I mean.”

“I am, darling.” It almost hurts how much you love him, how hard your heart beats at his soft questioning. “You’re still hard, is what you were going to say, right Hwitaek?” He doesn’t bother responding to your question verbally, presses an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of your jaw and neck in an affirmative instead. “I’ll take care of you, Hui, I promise, just lay back.”

He goes easily when you nudge at his shoulder, rolls onto his back again and watches as you slide down his body, depositing kisses onto his heated skin as you go. You don’t try to let go of his hand, knowing it’d either be impossible or result in a sulking Hui, even as you brought him to his third orgasm. (He took hand holding very seriously.)

When you take him into your mouth the weight of him is familiar on your tongue, the distinctive taste of his past orgasms mixing with his pre-cum flooding your senses.

He is instantly loud at the feeling, shouts at the overwhelming heat and soft velvet slide of your mouth on his cock, back arching off the bed. Your interlocked fingers are squeezed tighter.

“Fuck, I don’t – I can’t –“ You’re not sure what he’s trying to say but hum an acknowledgement anyway, feeling a surge of pride at the ragged sob the minute vibrations rips from his throat. You can hear the tears in his voice, can follow the litany of “fuck, it’s so good, fuck, fuck, so good” until they hang in the air all around you, like verbal markers of every piece of him you manage to chip away.

“I’m gonna cum..” He whispers softly, broken and teary, so completely at odds with the way all of his other sounds are loud and whining. It makes your heart clench with love – everything about him you love, from the way he trembles as you pull off and replace your mouth with your fist to the way he sobs into the kiss you initiate as his release coats your hand, curling into you as his hips make small twitches forward. It’s not as shattering as his other ones had been, not as loud or as big, but his chest heaves like the air is being stolen from him before it hits his lungs.

“You did so good, my love, so good.” You raise your hand (his still firmly stuck to yours) so you can pepper the back of his knuckles with small kisses. “Are you with me still, Hwitaek?”

He nods once, small and shaky, eyes squeezed shut – but it’s all you needed from him and you brush away his tears with the thumb of your free hand, continue to whisper compliments against his temple, pausing only to press a kiss to his forehead.

It takes two minutes before he can release your hand, half a minute for you to wet a washcloth with warm water before you’re back at his side, and a minute and a half for you to wipe him down and remove the towel you’d placed down earlier. During it all he keeps his eyes shut, but by the time you’ve finished cleaning him up he’s gazing at you softly, outright laughs weakly when you suggest him putting sleeping clothes on.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move for the next six hours.” His voice gives away just how tired he is – it dips off at the end in pitch, wavers slightly in the beginning. You press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, trying not to let your smile disrupt it too much – it does, but you don’t think he particularly minded considering his own smile. His hair is a sweaty mess, and you make a mental reminder to insist on taking a shower together whenever he wakes up tomorrow.

“I’m going to wrestle you into underwear then, but other than that you’re on your own.” Your words are met with another soft laugh, sleepier than before – he’s fading fast, though he does try his best to not be complete dead-weight when you help dress him.

Another minute and a half and you’ve changed into your own sleeping clothes – which is literally just underwear and one of his shirts that you swear isn’t even his considering how far it hangs past your hips – sliding into bed behind him so you can wrap your arm around his waist. He reaches for your hand that rests on his stomach, holds it just like he had been doing the entire time before, and you press a kiss to the back of his neck because of it.

“Thank you for letting me do all that to you, sweetie – you’re so good, Hwitaek, such a wonderful boy. You did so well.” Your own words are starting to get softer as sleep creeps up on you, and Hui doesn’t respond verbally but he does squeeze your hand once before running his thumb over your knuckles lovingly, back and forth.

You are half-asleep when he speaks next, whisper-quiet and clearly almost asleep himself – you can’t hear him clearly, slurred and spoken into the pillow, but you feel it deep in your core.

A soft ‘I love you too’ leaves your lips, settling gently onto his skin, a comfortable weight as he finally drifts to sleep.

[keiarchived]

I adore a good wholesome one shot now and then

But I swear I’ve been having the same filthy idea

Okay hear me out,,, y/n telling hawks to fuck her until she can’t no more, hawks’ stamina is definitely higher that hers so if it where for him he would fuck her all day like without a doubt

So she gives him permission, no stopping even if she’s crying and begging him to stop, no safe word no nothing, just him fucking her and filling her to the brim 🥴 fucking her raw and silly, he loses his mind and halfway of it he just pushes her into a mating press and fucks her ✨feral✨

“You’re my little breeding bitch, look at you being so open and sloppy and slutty for me; you wanna have my cum? You wanna have my chicks? FINE. Take them.” 🥴 uhm 🧎🏽‍♀️yes daddy

This man I swear 😩

- 🌟 anon

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 why must you do this to me on this very horny day 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Tagging @luvkeigo because I know you’re gonna love this

Warnings: Dubcon, no safe words (always good to have safe word guys, but this is only for this scenario), breeding, cumflation 🥴

The two of our are sex addicts no doubt, but when you brought up the idea of letting Keigo fuck you throughout tomorrow with some occasional breaks here or there without a safe word; he gulped. “But baby, you sure? I know you love it when we fuck for hours on end but, you know what you’re saying right?”

Of course you are sure, it’s been days ever since Keigo and you had sex because of the sudden surge of crimes. “Yes, I’m sure. Now, are you gonna do it or not?” You’ve got to find a way for him to make it up to you, after all, taking those blown-out pupils and low growl as a yes. Perhaps you should’ve thought through this before suggesting it to Keigo because now, there’s no backing out.

Just like you suggested, despite all of your cries and pleads for him to stop because you feel like you’re on the urge of breaking; Keigo didn’t even flinch. Having you pressed down into a mating position as he continues to plunge himself into your mess of a pussy, “Baby, you asked for this.” He would remind you as a lazy smirk tug at his lips, wiping away those stray tears from the edges of your eyes. God, you look like an absolute goddess when you weep.

“My little breeding bitch, my little cumdump. You want my cum, don’t you? That’s why you wanted to do this, to begin with, did you not? Wanna get stuffed so full with my cum until it starts leaking from your sloppy pussy yeah? Take it!”

You’ve long lost counts of how many times Keigo dumped his load into your holes, more than enough to have a dozen kids.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Miracle Job

leverage 1.04

Eliot: That was the worst night of my life.

Parker: Come on, man, you've been in worse situations.

[Flashback]

(money is thrown on the table while a man loads one bullet in a gun and spins the barrel. He points it at Eliot’s head and pulls the trigger. Eliot flinches, but the gun does not go off)

[Leverage Kitchen]

Eliot: No. no, that was the worst.

what a dramatic little bitch

,,, also I’m always down for wacky eliot flashbacks

- - - - -

Parker: That’s St. Nicholas?

Hardison: Yes.

Parker: Santa Claus has a church?

Eliot: He’s not Santa Claus.

and the saga of parker loving christmas beGINS

- - - - -

Hardison: You think that we just gonna walk into some random tunnel and find some cholos just all yoked up? You know?

Eliot: Hardison—

(gang bangers follow Eliot and Hardison into the tunnel)

Hardison: "Yo, holmes, let me fix my do rag..."

Eliot: Dude, quiet. Listen. (turns around) Boys. We don't want any trouble. All right? We just want some answers.

Gang Leader: How's this answer?

(the Gang Leader holds his shirt aside to show the gun tucked in his waistband. Eliot reaches out and puts his hand on the gun, cocking it)

eliot’s bde move? how the fuck do you even RECOVER from that???

(another gang member pulls a gun and points it in Eliot’s face)

Eliot: You seeing this, Hardison?

Hardison: Yeah, the--the situation has my attention, yes.

Eliot: You see that's why I don't like guns. They have a specific range of efficacy. See, most guys make one mistake. They get too close.

(Eliot grabs the gun and head butts the gang member, emptying the gun and dropping it on the ground)

eliot hates guns and I love him for that

Eliot: Who rolled... a priest?

Gang Leader: We didn't beat up no priest. We are not monsters.

(Hardison notices a third gang member moving restlessly. He hits the man in the shoulder, and the man goes down in pain. Eliot grabs the gun from the Gang Leader’s waistband)

Hardison: Dislocated shoulder's a biatch. Priest gave him that.

Gang Leader: You beat up a priest? (looks at Eliot) Do you mind?

Eliot (hands him the gun): Be my guest.

Gang Leader: (points gun at gang member) You got a long penance ahead of you. Start by answering the man's questions. Now!

Eliot: Who hired you?

Gang Member: I don't know. I got a call on my cell with an offer, and I called him back after the job was done. He paid me. That's all I know. I swear.

Hardison: You got a number?

(Gang Member pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Hardison)

Eliot: Can you do something with that?

Hardison: Seven digits. I could find you on Mars.

Eliot: Gentlemen, we'll leave you to your internal affairs. Come on.

(they walk away, out of the tunnel)

Hardison: How 'bout that? Man, you-you see me?

Eliot: He was injured.

Hardison: Well, somebody got to fight the injured. Shoot, that's my niche

me too hardison

also LMFAO eliot is so done with you you’re lucky he already has imprinted in you

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Sophie: What is that you just took?

Grant: Xanax.

[Construction Site]

Grant: For my nerves.

Parker: Actually, caffeine. With a dash of dextroamphetamine.

(Hardison looks at Parker in surprise)

Eliot: You gave him speed?

Hardison: He beat up a priest.

hardison and eliot went from scandalized to mmm, seems fair REAL QUICK

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Eliot: How do you know all this stuff?

Nate: I went to school with father Paul. to, uh...seminary school.

(they enter Nate’s office. Eliot hands Sophie a cup of coffee)

Eliot: So you dropped out of priest school to become a -- an insurance cop? And now you're the leader of a band of thieves. Nice.

I love eliot

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Hardison: Y-you-you’re a catholic who wants to fake a miracle. I’m pretty sure that puts us in moral-sin territory.

Eliot: So now you're religious, too?

Hardison: No, no, I’m not denominational. It’s just, I never do anything my nana said "don't do." This, what we doin', it just don't seem right.

additionally, the hardison loving his nana saga begins

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Nate: Give Hardison anything he needs.

Hardison: As long as I don't have to do anything immoral.

Nate: Ah, absolutely not. No, I just need you to figure out, you know, how to fake a miracle.

(Eliot laughs)

Hardison: We all going to hell

eliot being a little shit to hardison? always iconic

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Grant (entering room): Yes, ma’am, thank you for your opinion. (hangs up) Ok, I just received a threatening phone call -- from a nun!

G O O D

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I love the shots where the ot3 walks together they cute as hell

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Hardison: Hell fire, damnation, et cetera. You know what? I’m gonna step over here, so when the good lord throws down on all of y'all, I don't get hit by the lightning.

Parker: Wasn’t Zeus the one with the lightning?

hardison having a freak out meanwhile parker’s just trying her best

+ bonus: another hidden talent of parker’s is that she knows obscure things like greek gods

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BIBLETOPIA

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tomas is so fucking done with andy

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Hardison: Bibletopia?

Sophie: The man cannot be stopped!

Parker: It’s like everything we throw at him just makes him stronger.

Eliot: Kind of admire him, though. My nephew would like Bibletopia.

Hardison: Oh, no, see? This is what happens when you mess with god. He raises up your enemies with his right hand, and he smites you with his left.

ELIOT META: he has at least one sibling and a nephew fic writers take n o t e

poor hardison is having a Time™ in this episode

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Hardison: I hope this is the part where you suggest prayer.

Nate: No, the weeping statue of St. Nicholas is not gonna be stolen. It's gonna miraculously disappear in the middle of tomorrow's mass.

Sophie: I’m sorry?

Nate: In front of the priest, the Vatican, the entire congregation.

Sophie: Have you learned nothing, Nate?

Nate: How much does the statue weigh?

Hardison: About 900 pounds.

Nate: Good.

Hardison: I am so sorry, nana.

let hardison REST

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both the boys clipping the gear on parker? thievery hijinks ot3 domesticity

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HARDISON AND ELIOT DID THEIR FIRST HANDSHAKE

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the little girl calling parker an angel? same

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eliot hyping up the crowd lmfao

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Grant (to Sophie): Kristi, save me, huh? You can spin this, right? instead of, uh, "felony," maybe soften it to, uh, “controversy" or something.

(cops continue to pull Grant away as press follows)

Sophie: You know, when you say "controversy," I always hear "attention”.

*john mulaney voice* sophie is a bitch and I L O V E H E R

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(Nate looks at the candles along one wall and walks over to them. He lights a candle as the rest of the team waits. After a moment he rejoins them and they walk toward the door)

Hardison: Look at that. Saved a church.

Parker: It’s like Christmas. See? I told you St. Nicholas is Santa Claus.

Sophie: No, he's not, Parker.

Parker: Well, who is he, then?

Sophie: St. Nicholas… is the patron saint of thieves.

the team is always there to support each other pass it on

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patron saint of thieves? ICONIQUE