#It is NOT that deep but that's just what my brain instantly jumped to. I'm posting this for my own sake so I can get it out of my head

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I'm gonna see if I can manage to... to raise my- my kids [minimes], Fit.

Fit: Ok, yeah yeah! If you need any help with that, let me know, ok? By the way, here– [He tosses Pac some green mushrooms] Take a few of these. You might have to feed those to the kids [minimes], and it's like, a pain in the ass to get, so...

Pac: Fit, are you raising kids, like, underneath a van and giving them mushrooms??? What are you doing!

Fit: [Stammers] I'm a Florida man, I'm a Florida man!

Pac: Ok, yeah. Ok, yeah, you're a Florida man, everything makes sense now. [Laughs] You are a good parent, you are a good dad.

Fit: I try. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much Pac. [He pats his chest, over his heart, and laughs]

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Pac: I'm gonna see if I can manage to... to raise my- my kids [minimes], Fit.

Fit: Ok, yeah yeah! If- if you need any help with that, let me know, ok?

Pac: Yeah! Ok, ok, I'm gonna create the room, and later on we can chat!

Fit: By the way, here– [He tosses Pac some green mushrooms] Take a few of these.

Pac: Oh! Wait, what is this? Mushroom?

Fit: You might have to feed those to the kids [minimes], and it's like, a pain in the ass to get, so...

Pac: You- you have been feeding your kids with green mushrooms? [Laughs]

Fit: Look– they wanted 'em! So– you know? I mean–

Pac: Fit, are you raising kids, like, underneath a van and giving them mushrooms??? What are you doing!

Fit: [Stammers] I'm a Florida man, I'm a Florida man! I'm a Florida man.

Pac: Ok, yeah. Ok, yeah, you're a Florida man, everything makes sense now. [Laughs]

Fit: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Pac: You just do some shenanigans with them, that's all! Yeah.

Fit: Yeah, exactly, you understand! You understand, yes yes.

Pac: You are a good parent, you are a good dad. You're a good dad.

Fit: I try. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much Pac. [He pats his chest, over his heart] Thank you. [Laughs]

[nanamisgirly]

༊࿐ ͎. TIKTOK TREND? FOOL, YOU'RE GETTING FOLDED ft. boyfriend!sukuna

cw mostly porn, dom/sub, looot of degradation (he calls her slut, whore, thing, bitch), p in v, unprotected sex, blowjob, cock slap, sukuna is mean basically

wc 2.3k of filth 🙂‍↕️

reblogs and feed back are always appreciated my girliies :333

it all started because you wanted to try this new trend with boyfriend!sukuna. .

“stay put," you instruct him, setting up your phone in front of you before pressing record. at first, sukuna barely reacts, letting you tug at him like an impatient child. but the second he hears the telltale click of the camera, he sighs, already looking irritated. 

“the fuck are we doing now?” he grumbles, arms crossed. pink brows furrowed, scowl set deep—he looks done before you've even begun.

you don't answer. you don't even warn him. you just jump—grabbing his face, body crashing into his, lips speeding toward his like some kind of heat-seeking missile. “THINKFASTIMARANDOMGIRL—”

and sukuna does everything but think.

big hands clamp onto your waist, his body moving on muscle memory, his lips crash into yours. instinct takes over—he deepens the kiss instantly, teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue already demanding entrance before you can even process what's happening.

you gasp, eyes wide, pressing a hand to your mouth like he just betrayed you. “what the fuck, sukuna??” you exclaim, breathless. “you're cheating on me?”

he blinks. processing.

then his brows knit tighter, lips still glossy with your spit, and he deadpans, “what the hell are you on?”

“you literally just kissed another girl in front of me!” you point an accusing finger at him, gasping like a scandalized housewife. sukuna follows the direction of your finger—eyes flicking from you… to your phone… back to you. his whole face contorts. his expression shifts from confused to genuinely offended, like you just disrespected him on a spiritual level.

“are you fucking dump?” his tone is flat, unimpressed.

you try to keep a straight face, but his reaction is too good. he looks personally insulted. “what kinda stupid-ass mind games are you playing, huh?” his grip on your waist tightens, pink eyes narrowing. “what is this, some tiktok bullshit?”

you purse your lips, trying not to laugh. “you're avoiding the question, cheater.”

his nostrils flare. “cheater?” he repeats the word. sukuna may be many things—cocky, ruthless, borderline feral— but a cheater? that, he was not.

“…y'know what?” his grip loosens. his voice drops, suddenly calm—too calm. “you're right.” his face comes closer to you, your stomach flips. “i did just kiss another girl in front of you. so i might as well do it right, huh?”

his lips slam against yours—rough, hungry. his teeth sink into your bottom lip—hard enough to make you whimper before his tongue shoves right back into your mouth. his fingers dig into your ass, pulling you flush against him, groaning low and satisfied at the heat of your body against his.

your brain short-circuits. this is—this is not how it was supposed to go.

“you wanted a reaction, yeah?” his voice is all rough and smug, hands grabbing at your ass, pushing you against his length. “wanted me to panic? get all guilty 'n shit?” he huffs a short, breathy laugh. “hell, no.”

he tilts his head, deepening the kiss again before finally pulling back. “the only thing i'm guilty of,” he murmurs, gripping your chin, tilting your head back, eyes burning into yours, “is not fucking this mouth properly.” 

your stomach plummets. 

you really fucked up. your whole plan—your little joke— is backfiring in real-time. because sukuna's looking at you like he wants to ruin you. like he's about to. 

“look at you, all out of comebacks now, huh?” his hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your short, creeping higher, higher, higher—

“'kuna...”

“you wanna call me a cheater?” he interrupts, tilting his head, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth. “might as well make it worth my time, yeah?” his hand moves from your thigh—down to your wrist. he guids your hand right onto his bulge.

he's hard. thick and heavy straining against his sweats, heat radiating through the fabric, throbbing against your palm. and then—just to fuck with you—he grinds up into your touch, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. “that what you wanted, slut?”

your breath catches. your brain is screaming at you to stop—to explain yourself. but your frozen body betrays you, heat pooling between your thighs, because fuck—he's huge.

“bet if i put you on your knees right now," his voice nothing but gravel and sin, "you'd let me fuck your throat just 'cause i told you to.”

a soft involuntary whimper escapes your lips. 

“yeah,” he breathes, cock pressing against your palm, twitching. “that's what i thought.”

sukuna doesn't shove you down—he forces you, his grip tight and bruising in your hair, yanking you onto your knees so fast your head spins. your hands slap against his thighs, trying to steady yourself, but he doesn't give you a second to breathe.

“naughty little thing.” he presses his clothed dick against your cheek, then against your lips—forcing them apart. his pupils blew out when he saw your tongue peek out. “bet you'd let me fuck your throat ‘til you’re drooling.”

you moan at his words, a slow, aching pulse deep in your core. your panties? a useless soaked mess—clinging to your needy cunt, every shift of your thighs making the wet fabric smear slick across your skin.

sukuna huffs out a low chuckle, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, smacking your face on the way. precum beads at the fat tip, twitching with every little gasp you let out, as if it knows exactly where it's meant to be.

you should tell him that this wasn't part of the joke, that this was all just some stupid prank—but you don't.

“you wanted to act up,” he mutters, fisting his cock, tapping the heavy, red tip against your cheek, smearing precum along your skin. “now you're gonna be a good little whore and clean up the mess you made.” before you can even open your mouth, he's already stuffing it full, forcing his cock past your lips, down your throat, chocking you on his length. the stretch burns, your jaw aching as he forces himself in, holding you there—his fat cock throbbing against your tongue, head nudging deep.

you gag instantly, body jerking, but sukuna just groans, shoving you down further. “ohhh, fuck yeah—choking on it already?” his grip tightens in your hair, dragging your head back just to thrust forward again, forcing you to take it, nose pressing into the coarse hair at his base. “you like that, right? bet you fucking love being used.”

drool is already spilling past your lips, eyes welling up. “messy fuckin' slut,” he spits, pulling out enough for you to gasp before he slaps his cock across your face, sticky and slick with spit. he grins at the sight—your cheeks wet, lips swollen, chin dripping. “god, you look so fucking dump like this.” then he shoves himself back in.

“c'mon, take it. all the way,” he growls, fucking into your throat with rough, snapping thrusts. every movement is brutal, merciless, his cock stretching you open, forcing you to gag and swallow around him. “that's it. choke on it. fuckin' drool on me.”

you're gasping for air, moaning, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. your throat is so tight, so warm around him, and he groans deep, his hips jerking harder. “shit—fucking knew you had a slutty mouth on you,” his jaw clenched. “all that yappin' and for what? just to end up here? on your knees, suckin' my cock like a desperate little thing?”

your thighs squeeze together, eyes rolling back as he thrusts deeper, faster, using your mouth like a fleshlight. the sounds are obscene—wet, messy, sloppy, each thrust making your spit spill further onto your shirt, dropping onto the floor.

“atta girl,” he yanks you down onto him one last time, his cock twitching, stuffing your throat so full you can't breathe. he groans, deep and ragged, holding you there. “gonna fucking cum down your throat,” he growls, fingers tightening in your hair. “and you're gonna take every last drop, got it?”

tears streak your cheeks, your body trembling, but you nod as best as you can, moaning around him, sending vibrations up his shaft.

“fuuuuck—” sukuna's head tips back as his cock throbs, spilling hot and thick white strands down your throat. the taste is overwhelming—bitter and heavy on your tongue—but he doesn't let up, forcing you to swallow every single drop. he rides out his high, hips jerking with every pulse of his cock.

when he finally pulls out, a sticky string of spit and cum connects your lips to his tip. he smirks down at you, wiping a thumb across your cheek. “good fuckin' girl,” his voice is thick with satisfaction as he forces your head up to look at him through your dazed, tear-filled eyes.

“now,” he purrs, dragging his thumb across your swollen lips, voice dripping down to a low, mocking drawl. “you're ready for the real punishment?”

“t-the real p-punishment?” you managed to let out through your sore throat, confusion written all over your face.

sukuna crouches down to your level as his fingers trail along your spit-soaked chin. “oh, don't you think i was going to stop there," he licks his lips. “i was just warming up my cock, babe.” and in an instant he's scooping you up off the floor, manhandling you like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

“k-kuna—”you squeak, but he smacks your ass so hard you yelp.

“shut up. you don't get to talk. you just get to take it.”

the world tilts, your back suddenly hitting the bed, the sheets cool against your overheated skin. sukuna's already climbing over you, spreading your legs apart with one firm push of his knee. his grin is nothing short of predatory as he takes in the sight of you—lips swollen and puffy, mascara smudged from your teary eyes, thighs already trembling in anticipation.

“you look so fucking ruined already,” he muses, dragging his fingers up your thighs, spreading your legs wider. his hand dips between your thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties, and he lets out a low, amused hum. “look at this mess.” his digits drag over your puffy lips, pressing right on your clit through the fabric. “all that from just sucking my cock?”

you whimper, hips twitching, heat spreading through your stomach.

sukuna clicks his tongue “pathetic.”

with one swift motion, he grabs your underwear and rips them clean off, tossing the useless scrap of fabric aside. then, without warning he's spreading your folds apart, groaning at the sight. “god damn.” his thumb swipes through your slick, coating his fingers in your arousal before shoving them into your mouth. “taste that, slut? that's what a cock-hungry little bitch tastes like.” your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking them in pure submission, and he groans. “fuck you're so easy. just a dump little thing, waiting for me to stretch you out, huh?”

his fingers slide out of your mouth, trailing back down to your dripping cunt, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the swollen bud. his cock is already thick and heavy between his legs, flushed and twitching, leaking precum onto your skin like you hadn't made him cum minutes ago. 

“i could slide in right now. no prep, no warning— just split this pretty cunt open and make it take me.” his fingers pressing against your entrance.

your breath hitched, a needy whimper slipping past your lips as your hips bucked into his touch, desperate for more.

and that's when he slaps your pussy. 

a sharp, wet smack! rang through the room, the sting pulsing through your clit. your entire body jolted, a choked whine leaving your throat, but sukuna was already gripping your hips, holding you still, fingers digging into your flesh. positioning himself against your core.

“wanna act shy, now?” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling his lips. he dragged the thick head of his cock along your slick folds, grazing your sensitive clit. “you wanted this, didn't you?” his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “so be a good girl and take every fucking inch."

sukuna doesn't easy you into it. doesn't give you time to adjust. 

he's too big, stretching you open with one deep, brutal thrust that punches a gasp right out of you. your nails clawed at the sheets, back arching as he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch almost unbearable, the girth of him pulsing inside your clenching walls. 

“fuckin' take it.” sukuna snarled, his hips snapping forward, shoving his monstrous cock balls-deep inside your fluttering cunt. “wanted my attention, yeah? wanted to run that filthy mouth, calling me a cheater—" he pulled back just enough to drive into you again. "now feel every inch of me.”

your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a perfect O as he sets a punishing pace. the slick obscene slap! slap! slap! of skin-on-skin was the only thing we could hear, your dripping cunt sucking him in, making a mess all over his cock and the sheets. 

“listen to yourself,” he pants, voice thick with lust, his sweat-damp chest pressing against yours as he leaned down. “dripping all over me like a desperate fuckin' whore.” his hand found your thigh, shoving your legs up, spreading you even wider. sukuna was relentless, stuffing you full, hitting every nerve ending like he was made to break you. the pleasure bordered on unbearable, a searing heat pooling in your gut. 

“p-please,” you sobbed, tears clinging to your lashes. “w-want m-more—” 

he huffed out a dark chuckle, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he straightened up, arms locked firmly around your thighs. his cock drove even deeper, pounding into you with ruthless force, heavy balls slapping against your soaked, swollen cunt. the impact stole the breath from your lungs. 

“yeah?” sukuna's voice was rough, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing as he fucked you into the mattress. “then take it. take it like the fucktoy you are.” 

“y-yes, i-i'm your f-f-fucktoy—mfghn” another sharp thrust, brutal and deep. the swollen head battering your cervix. “so tight,” he growled, “squeezing my cock like you were made for it.” his grin was vicious, all sharp teeth and cruel satisfaction. 

“i'm—ohmygod—” 

“that's a good girl.” his fingers slip down to your clit, rubbing in fast, precise circles, making your overstimulated body jolts with every movement. “gonna cum for me, slut?” his tone was teasing, but beneath the mockery, there was something deeper—something possessive. “gonna cream all over my cock like the needy girl you are?”

you couldn't stop it. didn't want to. not when he was rearranging your guts so perfectly, pulling moans and gasping whimpers from your lips.

your body seized up, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through you in violent waves. your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper, milking his cock as you came hard, a desperate cry spilling from your throat.

and that's what does it for him. 

sukuna groans, a low, guttural sound vibrating through his chest. his thrusts turned rougher, messier, his control slipping as your walls squeezed him so fucking tight. “fuck,” he grits out. “gonna fill this tight little pussy up—gonna make sure you feel me leaking out of you for fucking hours—” 

one final, brutal thrust—his cock slammed in to the hilt, burying itself as deep as it could go. then, with a shuddering growl, he spilled inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your overstimulated walls, filling you up until you could feel the heat of it pooling inside.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room is both of you panting, bodies still tangled together. 

sukuna doesn't pull out right away. he stayed there, cock softening inside your spent cunt, just watching the way your body twitches beneath him, your breath uneven, your pretty pussy still fluttering around his cock.

a lazy smirk spread across his face. you felt it against your skin as his fingers trailed down, spreading the sticky mess dripping out of you before shoving them right back into your mouth. “taste that?” he muttered, voice laced with amusement. “next time…” his fingers pressed deeper on your tongue, making you gag just a little.

“think fast before running that pretty mouth of yours.”

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[hellsitedotcom]

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ (Kinda) Romance Headcanons ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

ft. Blade, Sunday, Aventurine, Moze.

˚₊‧ Currently struggling with the Sunday piece I'm writing, so here's some snippets/headcanons to distract myself before I lose my mind, destroy my PC, and then jump into oncoming traffic˚₊‧

info/warnings: none; a mixture of headcanons for the characters in established relationship & also in a ''crushing'' stage, but some of it can also be seen platonically.

not proof-read + english isn't my native language.

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‧₊˚✧ [BLADE] ✧˚₊‧

⇢ Regardless if he's dating you or not, Blade is often enough called ''your shadow'', always found standing wordlessly beside you. He might not be the biggest talker, but he's definitely the kind of person that just enjoys - maybe even needs - to be close to you, something anyone with functioning eye sight will notice.

⇢ Since he can canonically drive (which. what the fuck.), I can see him driving you around places whenever you want - something he rarely does for anyone else unless Destiny's Slave demands it. You'll show up wherever he's resting, dramatically tell him that he's your favorite Stellaron Hunter, and he'll instantly know that you want to go for a drive.

⇢ You're one of the only people he allows anywhere near his scars, surprisingly open to letting you touch them and replace his bandages. At first, he'll be extremely tense under your touch, not because he doesn't trust you, but because of the sheer unfamiliarity of the situation.

⇢ When in a relationship, he really isn't the most affectionate or physical, but he found himself quite enjoying holding you in his arms, listening to your breathing or the sound of your heart beating while you rest on his chest. That might be the only physical touch you'll get from him most of the time.

⇢ I want to think his brain short-circuited when you kissed him the first time. Blade seems like the kind of person to just seize to function, a thousand thoughts running through his head and not a single one of them is coherent. Depending on how you headcanon him, I can see him kiss you back with an intensity that makes your knees weak.

⇢ I've mentioned this before, but he's a wildcard when it comes to kissing you, though nowadays I'm more inclined to view him as a gentle lover rather than a ferocious, aggressive, or overly dominant one. He's still the more dominant one most of the time, but the man carries a softness inside himself only you were blessed with meeting.

‧₊˚✧ You were standing in front of your bathroom mirror, a soaked napkin in your hand as you tried to clean the deep cut on your forehead, when you noticed Blade's reflection standing in the doorway behind you, arms crossed as he watched you expressionlessly. ''You know,'' you huffed, wincing whenever you touched your injury, ''You don't have to stand there all ominously. I don't mind your company.'' Blade didn't reply at first, continuing to stare at you for a few more seconds before you saw him shake his head and approach you. Your brows furrowing, you turned around to face him, confusion flitting across your face, ''Is everything alright? Did you need something?'' ''Firefly told me what happened,'' the man muttered, snatching the soaked napkin from your hands without warning before disposing of it and reaching for a clean one, ''You need to be more careful.'' You barely had time to react before he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, gently tapping the napkin over your wounds. Blinking, it took you a second to process what was happening, your heart skipping a beat at the man's touch, ''I- I know. They caught me off-guard. It was my mistake.'' ''I didn't mean to worry you,'' you added more quietly. Only now did Blade finally lock eyes with you, his movement halting for a split second before he continued cleaning your wound, keeping his expression blank, ''You always worry me, regardless of where you are or what you do.''

‧₊˚✧ [SUNDAY] ✧˚₊‧

⇢ What I need to get off my chest first is that Sunday would definitely write you letters - I mean, this man writes his sister constantly and also used to journal. He wrote you letters even before realizing that he loves you, though you never got to read those.

⇢ The kind of guy that asks you to join him for the smallest stuff. He needs to get something from the post office, do you want to join him? He's taking a break on his balcony, you'd surely want to give him some company, no? Hey, he's planing on doing this thing in his office, would you mind being there so he doesn't get bored?

⇢ You are also among the few people that Sunday fully trusts. When in private, he'll let his guard down completely, on many occasions even asking for your input on official Family matters, or allowing you to help him with his attire and appearance. And yes, he'd let you clean his Halo if necessary..

⇢ He's the type that really just...loves you in such a soft, almost innocent way. The love letters, the blushing/giddiness whenever with you, the gentleness he treats you with, the personal gifts and desire to spend all his time around you. Maybe that's what being a "dreamer" did to him.

⇢ Definitely among the most vocal about his feelings for you - at least after he's finally confessed, which definitely took longer. I imagine him being extremely nervous on the day he confessed, having avoided it for the longest time out of fear how the Family would react, how a confession would affect you, and he was also just terrified that you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings.

⇢ Since I'm over here swooning over this man; kisses you on the lips in the most gentleman-fashion to ever exist. Always wraps an arm around you before kissing you, and its always on the forehead or on the lips - if not even both, one after the other. Also enjoys holding your hand, especially while sitting next to you. Also: Kisses on your palm.

‧₊˚✧ ''I have to admit, this might've been one of my favorite theater performances,'' you hummed, leaning back against the couch as you watched the actors assemble on the stage, your eyes bright. ''I know,'' Sunday chuckled, his arm resting behind you as he spoke, ''I remember you telling me about it a while ago. It did take me some back and forth to organize it, but it was definitely worth it.'' ''Wait, you organized all of this?'' ''I did,'' the man confirmed, meeting your gaze with a smile, ''You seemed a little down these past couple of weeks, and I figured this might be a good way to cheer you up again.'' At a loss for words, you just held his gaze, your mind racing, ''Sunday, you truly didn't have to. I have no idea how to repay you-'' ''I don't want you to repay me,'' he interrupted gently, the rest of the play forgotten as he turned to face you, ''Consider it an early birthday present. Besides, organizing a theater play is the least I can do to show you my gratitude for everything you've done to help me in these past months.'' ''I've barely done anything,'' you were visibly overwhelmed by the generous gesture, sounding almost upset, ''I'd feel horrible accepting this without-'' ''Your happiness is more than enough for me,'' the man reassured you before you could even finish your sentence, stunning you into silence, ''It will always be more than enough for me.''

‧₊˚✧ [AVENTURINE] ✧˚₊‧

⇢ ''His constant smile makes it difficult for people to discern his true feelings'' WRONG. I mean, at least when you get into a relationship with him. I believe, he's actually quite easy to read when he lets his walls down.

⇢ Loves physical touch, definitely. Not necessarily in public or around the IPC, since he wants to protect you from them in any way possible, but in private he'll want to be as close to you as physically possible. There will be hand holding, cuddling, him wanting you to play with his hair, etc.

⇢ He's actually quite talkative, especially after warming up around you/after you've earned his trust. At first, he'll just be sharing random thoughts with you before eventually opening up about his work at the IPC, and then his past. By that point, he trusts you with his entire life.

⇢ Definitely enjoys teaching you different gambling tricks, or how those coin tricks work - not even for the sake of gambling, but because he's mesmerized by how your eyes start to shine when you get excited after successfully coping a trick or winning against him in a round of cards.

⇢ One of those men that's impressed by everything his partner does - he'll be your biggest supporter, really. I've mentioned this in another headcanon post, but he definitely showers you in compliments and praise on top of that. Later, after growing closer to you, those compliments will actually turn quite creative and personal even.

⇢ When he's in a good mood (or trying to distract from something serious), Aventurine's a complete tease as long as he knows you're not bothered by it. The same goes for his kisses at those times - fleeting, leaving you wanting more, catching you off-guard. Though, in more private and intimate settings, he can be surprisingly gentle and affectionate...

‧₊˚✧ ''Is that...my shirt?'' Aventurine's voice drew your attention away from your phone, your eyes widening, making you look like a deer caught in headlights. ''...No?'' well, that was an arguably bad lie, but it was worth a try, wasn't it? You were sitting on your shared bed in one of his black shirts, having grabbed the first top you found while stumbling around the bathroom after a shower, and here you were now, caught red-handed. Aventurine just blinked at you slowly, as if believing your lie for a moment before he shook his head, his previous confusion now replaced by a smirk, ''Aw, did you miss me so much that you had to steal my clothes?'' You watched him approach you with confident steps, excitement making your heart skip a beat as you held his gaze. ''Maybe I did?'' you eventually quipped back, feeling your face grow hot, ''Anything you'd do about it?'' At that, the man's smirk only grew, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbed onto the bed, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, ''Mhm. Want to find out?''

‧₊˚✧ [MOZE] ✧˚₊‧

⇢ Your personal guard, basically. After growing close to you, people have spotted him across the Yaoqing far more often than before. And while he is fully aware that you don't need his constant protection, he feels a lot better being around you in his free time, mostly since he rarely gets the chance to see you anyways.

⇢ I can see him be someone that loves sparring with you. At first, he'd definitely be a little too rough until he got a grasp of your skill level. After that, he'll teach you as many tricks of his as possible, sparring with you being his favorite way to pass time.

⇢ I've headcanoned Moze to be someone that randomly shows up in your apartment in a textpost before, and I want to pick that up again for this one: Definitely just materializes from the shadows while you're cooking or working on something. At one point, you've grown so used to it that you started preparing dinner for two, or an extra cup of tea for when he interrupts you while you're working.

⇢ Definitely enjoys just...spending time with you. You'll be cooking, preparing dinner while he's cleaning up your place. Sometimes you just stand at the side of the room and watch him in his element, mesmerized by this different side of him. That's also how he grew to trust you so much.

⇢ I feel like even if he'd want to keep your relationship private, he would fail at it horribly. Feixiao and Jiaoqiu definitely know, and they've both teased him (affectionately) for it. He's not embarrassed by his feelings for you, nor does he consider them a weakness or anything. It did take him a while to process them and figure them out, though.

⇢ Not the most affectionate of people, at least in that ''traditional romantic sense'', lol. Quality Time and Acts of Service might be his most common way of showing you that he cares, though he definitely adapts to your love languages, too, and has tried picking up a thing or two from you - his first compliments definitely left you speechless.

‧₊˚✧ ''You're too slow.'' Despite the harsh comment, Moze's voice was surprisingly gentle as he helped you back on his feet, eyes checking you for any injuries, ''You need to work on your reflexes.'' ''So I've noticed,'' you huffed, struggling to catch your breath while he took a step back, ''Maybe you could pipe it down a notch? Go at least a little easier on me?'' Moze didn't visibly react to your words, his expression unreadable, though when you saw him put his dagger away, surprise flitted across your face. ''Have I injured you?'' ''What? No, I'm fine,'' you reassured, dismissing his concerns with a wave of your hand, ''I'm just struggling to keep up with you, that's all.'' Silence settled between you as you watched Moze merely nod, a tinge of guilt settling at the back of your mind, ''I just need a quick break. We can continue after that?'' ''No. You shouldn't push yourself too much,'' the man replied with a shake of his head, making his way past you, ''We can continue this another day.'' But you weren't ready to let him go just yet, trying your best to recall one of his lessons and put it to use in order to keep him from leaving. Yet, before you could even come close to executing your last move, Moze had sensed your intentions, easily sidestepping your attack and outsmarting you in the process. With his face only mere inches away from yours now, you found yourself struggling to breathe, the intensity of his gaze making your knees grow weak. "Still too slow."

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[evie-sturns]

needed this - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after a month-long business trip, you finally return home to your boyfriend matt. you find out he hasn't came since you left, obviously you have to help him.

warnings: smut, very sub!matt, overstimulating, swearing.

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i've been away with work for just over a month, meaning matt's had the house to himself, i'm finally arriving home this evening.

7:54pm

i twist the key into the white door, pushing it open. the scent i'm so used to filling my nose. "matt!" i call out, placing my bag down by the front door and bending over to unstrap my heels.

"i missed you." he says with a grin, speed walking up to me and wrapping his arms around me. i bury my face into his chest, "how was it?" he asks with a wide smile.

"it was good! how was the empty house?" i say, grabbing matts hand and dragging him upstairs.

"lonley as shit without chris and matt aswell, they've been filming with other creators for ages." matt says with a sigh as we walk into our shared bedroom.

"oh yeah, i saw that tara and shit meetup with them" i say, pulling my minidress off over my head.

i can feel matts eyes laying on me as i scavenge through our closet for anything comfier to wear, giving i've been in dresses for 5 weeks straight.

matt clears his throat, "movie?"

i nod, "yeah, yeah just pick whatever you want sweetheart."

matt flicks on the tv at the end of our bed, i unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet. i grab one one matts shirt, pulling it down past my head,

i jump into bed beside matt, my leg resting across his waist and lap as i cuddle to his side. the netflix intro blares through the room

"jesus christ!!" i laugh, grabbing the remote and turning down the volume. "my bad." matt says with a smile, shaking his head and pulling up the white fuzzy blanket over us.

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8:23pm

i shift the leg which is laying across him, i feel matt grow tense under me, "you okay?" i whisper, looking up at him. "yeah- no yeah- yeah no i'm good." matt stammers, i laugh slightly,

"matt whats wrong?" i say with a giggle, "no- no yeah, shit i'm fine." he says again, his cheeks a deep red as he fidgets with his rings.

"matt." i say with a serious tone. "stop!- i'm fine!" he says, getting worked up.

i sit up in bed abrubtly, the blanket falling off my body, i look down at matts crotch,

hes hard.

he yanks the blanket up over his lap, i pull it back down and straddle his thighs, staring into his eyes. "why are you hard?" i ask quietly, "i'm not!" he instantly replies, his eyes drifting away from mine.

i palm him through his sweatpants, squeezing lightly, he lets out a breathless groan. "so.. what was that?" i tease him,

"i dont know? just your leg moving.." matt says, rubbing his eyes with his fists,

"you got hard from my leg?" i laugh slightly, he nods.

"thats okay." i assure him, reaching for his waistband and toying with it, his breathing intensifies quickly, "why are you so sensitive?" i ask, "just been different since you left a month ago" matt says quietly

"different like how?" i push,

"haven't- you know.." he sighs, "i don't know actually." i reply cheekily.

he doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on my hand which is resting just under his waistband. "tell me the last time you touched yourself" i say, matt goes redder somehow.

"month ago." he says, barely audible "thats okay." i say, tugging his waistband down. "please.." matt whines slightly, "i know." i say, pulling his waistband down to his mid-thighs.

"you want this?" i ask, lifting my self off his thighs to pull my panties off, "jesus, obviously." he says, i shoot him a 'watch your tone' look and he instantly goes quiet.

i sit up, hovering myself above matts tip, which is now red. his hands stay by his sides, i'm 95% sure his brain is so fogged he doesn;t know what to do with them anymore.

i grab his cold hands, placing them on my waist. i stay sitting above his tip for a few more seconds, its tempting to see how worked up i can get matt. he trys to guide me down, but i resist.

"please." he says, "matthew, stop whining and tell me what the fuck you want." i say, "please, you know what i want" matt says shyly, i stay still, waiting for him to practically beg.

"ride me, please?" he breathes out, i can see his stomach jolting up and down from his desperate breaths underneath his white sweater.

i nod, moving my hair to one side and slowly sinking onto matt, he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands dropping from my waist and balling up the white fuzzy blanket. i slowly take more of his length before bottoming out, sitting comfortably on his dick as matt lets out small whimpers

"you alright?" i ask, grabbing his hand which is squeezing the sheets.

he nods his head, "look at me, matt." i say, he opens his eyes, letting in small breaths. "calm. down." i say, he nods again as his top teeth sink into his pink bottom lip.

i slowly start to bounce on him, his eyes stay fixed on me as i quicken my pace. i throw my head back as i balance my hands on his thighs behind me.

"close- really close." matt squeezes out, "no, not yet matt." i tell him.

"i can't, oh my fuck-" he whines, his grip on my waist tightening, the cold metal of his rings pressing against the warmth of my skin.

"you can, and will." i say, placing a hand on his stomach to balance myself as i continue to ride him. he lets out soft groans as he throws his head back into the pillows, his hair flopping.

"your okay, your doing so well." i say with a small moan as I repeatedly hit my g-spot.

suddenly i feel matt release, coating my insides. matt rubs his eyes "did i tell you you could do that?" i say, looking into matts eyes.

"im sorry, shit- i'm so sorry." he rambles, instead of pulling off him, i chase my own orgasm. he groans from overstimulation, "too much, sensitive-" he says,

"is it my fault you came early?" i say as i sit down on his cock, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone.

he shakes his head, somewhat arching his back off the bed as his hands dig into my waist. i let my head falll foward as i look down at matts hands,

"fuck it hurts." matt says,

we have an established safe word, he knows he can use it whenever he needs, but he's not.

"you want me to stop?" i ask, he pauses for a moment before letting out a breathless "no. fuck please dont-"

i continue to bounce on his length, i feel the pit in my stomach growing as my cheeks flush, matt has mutiple tears falling down his cheeks.

"i think i'm close-" matt says, my eyebrows twist with a small laugh "again?" i question, "yeah- shit." matt groans .

i clench around him, i think thats enough for matt to finish. the knot in my stomach snaps as i feel matt finish again. i collapse down onto matts chest as i attempt to catch my breath, he reaches down and pulls out of me with a wince.

"you okay? did i hurt you?" i say as i rest my face on matts shoulder.

"yeah- no im fine, needed that a lot." he says, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.

after a handful of minutes i sit up on matts lower stomach before lifting myself off him, stepping down onto the plush of our carpet. "c'mon, lets get you cleaned up." i say, wiping matts face with one hand, matt stays still on the bed.

"matt? stand up" i say, matt has a small smile on his face, he wipes his eyes before starting.

"i cant.. stand."

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[mrrharper]

Elevator Malfunction

Greg was walking along the corridor. He had just finished his last lecture for the day and was ready to leave the campus and go get something to eat. He got to the staircase but decided he didn't feel like walking down all these stairs, so he pushed a button for an elevator instead.

As he waited for it to come to the floor he was currently on someone walked up to the elevator and stood next to him, also wanting to give their legs a break. Greg looked to his left, then quickly moved his head back. That was Brad Petrović, one of the stars of their university's soccer team.

One look at the jock was enough for Greg to feel his cock hardening in his pants. He felt he was turning red and he hoped no one would see him getting a boner. From his perspective Brad was a perfect male specimen, and exactly Greg's type - clearly muscular but not bulky, tall with a masculine jaw, short hair, thick thighs, that permament arrogant smirk on his face, a constant aura of sweat and musk. Greg, a closeted gay man and an obvious nerd, knew that the chances of getting a guy like that in bed with him were very slim, but he could always dream.

He took another quick glance at Brad. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, which allowed Greg to just barely see his hairy armpit and chest. He was now sure his boner would not disappear for as long as he was in close proximity with the soccer bro.

The elevator had finally arrived and the doors opened. Brad went in first, followed by Greg who constantly made sure there was distance between them. And he made sure his shirt was hiding the bulge in his pants. The jock then pushed the "ground floor" button and the eevator began slowly moving down.

Greg turned his eyes for a split second and saw a few beads of sweat run down Brad's arm. Fuck, he was hot. He wanted to look again, but the more rational side of his brain prevented him from doing that, aftaid the athlete would notice, call him a perv or maybe beat him up.

They were around halfway down when the elevator wobbled. Both guys looked around but saw nothing that would suggest something was wrong. But then the lights flickered and the elevator suddenly stopped. Greg, who wasn't expecting this sudden change in velocity didn't have the time to grab anything, so he lost balance, fell down on the ground, bumping into Brad and then crashing his head against the floor, loosing consciousness for a moment.

A few moments later Greg opened his eyes and was instantly blinded by the light shining from the elevator's ceiling. He blinked a few times and put his hand over his face, trying to shield his sensitive eyeballs from the bright lamp above him. He slowly dragged his body off the floor and sat down, already feeling pain radiating from the back of his head.

He turned his head and-- he blinked quickly a few times, because he couldn't believe what he saw. He saw himself, his very own body standing up and looking towards him. Greg was sure he also saw confision on his-- his body's face, but it was quickly replaced by concern.

"Brad, you're alright? Oh my god, I'm so sorry I bumped into you. Are you okay?"

Brad? He wasn't Brad, he was-- Holy fuck! Greg looked down and saw the jersey Brad was wearing on his torso. He almost jumped and turned towards the mirror on the back wall of the elevator. A confused Brad Petrović looked back at him.

"Jesus Christ, what happened?" he asked aloud, then flincked, surprised by the deep voice that he was apparently in control of.

"I... I don't know" He heard his own voice behind him and turned around to see... No, he was certain he was looking at himself. This must have been a result of a concussion. He's never experienced soemthing like this but this was the most logical explanation. Yes, this would end in a moment. "I think the elevator stopped suddenly for some reason and I lost balance, and then... then I fell onto you, and then we both... Are you sure you're okay?"

"No" Greg muttered under his breath.

"Oh god, you have a concussion? Crap, we need a doctor to have a look at you" his body stood next to him. This was a reasonable suggestion. But Greg was not really thinking straight right now.

"No!" he barked a little louder than he wanted to. "I... I need to get home."

"Oh, uhm... of course, of course" The other Greg quickly took a few steps back. Then they heard a ding and the doors of the elevator slowly opened. Greg watched as his very own body walked out of the elevator and was gone in justa few seconds. The real Greg, now seemingly occupying the body of a soccer jock bro, stood still, failing to comprehend what was happening around him.

The doors started to close and Greg quickly jumped out of the elevator. He took a few deep breaths and thought about what should he do. He had now convinced himself that all this was the result of him injuring his head during the fall and it would all go away in a few minutes. Maybe hours. Hopefully not days. Oh god, he wanted to go home so bad. He quickly left the building and made his way to his dorm on the other side of the campus.

As he walked he realized his dick had been hard this entire time. And since he seemed to be wearing gym shorts it was way more visible. Greg looked around, hoping there weren't many people who would witness him with a hard on in public. Thankfully the area was not very busy.

He got to his room, unlocked the door and-- wait a minute! This wasn't his room. He took a step inside and instead of his small and tidy space, he saw a fairly large room that almost certainly belonged to a jock. A bunch of posters of various athletes hanging on walls, dirty gym gear laying everywhere, the table covered with empty beers, boxes of protein powder, a few condoms even, and of course the smell of sweat. This was Brad's dorm room. How did he get here?

A thought appeared in his head. It was muscle memory that took him here. Brad's muscle memory. This was not a concussion. Greg's mind was currently occupying Brad Petrović's body. He closed the door behind him and looked around, then grabbed his head with both hands. This couldn't be happening, this was just a dream!

He slowly went further into the room, then stopped as he felt he stepped onto something. Greg looked down and picked up a pair of boxers, with clearly visible sweat and cum stains. The smell was intoxicating. He suddenly thought about smelling, maybe even licking the underwear that was clearly used by the real Brad fairly recently. His cock reacted positively to this possibility, but Greg wouldn't allow himself to use his terrible position like this.

Although... would it be that wrong? It would get rid of his boner, allowing him to think more clearly. No one would have to know, he was all alone in this room.

Greg sat down on the couch standing in the middle of the room and took off his shorts and briefs in one, brief motion, freeing his hard cock. He then put the dirty boxers up to his nose and breathed in loudly. It felt like getting high, the manly smells filling up his nostrils. His hand gravitated to his dick and started stroking it as he imagined worshiping this body, all of its hard muscles, the armpits, the thighs, the crotch.

He sped up his hand movements and moand loudly, still pushing the underwear against his face. He started licking the material and another wave of lust came over him. He was overwhelmed with what he was feeling, his brain overridden by his horny instincts. He thought he could taste the cum and it got him even more excited, if it was even possible.

As he continued stroking though, something happened. The images he had in his head of Brad's flexed arms that revealed two sweaty armpits turned into a topless woman waving her boobs in front of him.

This would be enough to raise concerns, but for the moment Greg was fully controlled by the horny part of his brain, which didn't allow any critical thoughts to arise. He just continued jerking off, not realizing that his dick got even harder the moment the images in his head changed.

It didn't stop there. Next came a memory (wait, a memory?) of Brad eating pussy of some random chick. Greg continued stroking and licking the cum off of the boxers while his head became filled with images of Brad Petrović having sex with a bunch of women. No alarms went off in his head, he seemed to get more horny the longer he played with his dick.

A certain scene got stuck in Greg's head - Brad fucking a blond haired girl, letting his primal instincts control him. As he leaned in to touch one of the girl's breasts Greg finally got over the edge. He came harder than ever before, his jizz landing on his hand, jersey and the couch.

Brad cleaned his hand with the boxers he was holding for some reason, then threw then on the floor and immediately forgot about them. Instead he thought about that blond chick - Beth. Fuck, he needed to find her again. He heard his phone ringing. Oh fuck, he was supposed to meet with Garrett and Trevor at the gym! He quickly stood up and ran out of his room with only his phone in his hand. It was time to get jacked, then find some pussy later. Shit, Brad loved his jock life.

[w2soneshots]

Wembley -Zerkaa

words: 0.9k+

warnings: pregnancy, implied anxiety.

summary: after you tell your husband that you’re going to be parents you decide to announce it at the sidemen charity match, that is of course, if he scores…

notes: okayyy… last charity match fic I promise! Though I got this request and just had to write it🥹. I hope you all enjoy!!🧸✨🫶🏼

"Josh... I'm pregnant," you quietly told your husband as you walked out of your ensuite bathroom holding a test. "What?" He rushed to sit up, his phone discarded to the other side of the bed. A smile spread across your face. "I'm pregnant!"

He jumped off of the bed to hug you. He squeezed you and spun you around. "Oh my god y/n!" He cheered happily. You hadn't exactly been trying but you'd spoken about it and decided that it'd just happen when it was meant to and here you were.

You'd both decided to keep it from the fans for as long as possible. You weren't on social media -other than a private account for friends and family- so it wasn't that hard to do. The sidemen boys were ecstatic when you told them, as were the girls. "Finally put the dick in, my broski!" Is what JJ had said.

When you reached five months you were having the conversation about possible ways to announce the pregnancy. "I mean... we could just do an insta post, a little boring though," you said as your head lay in Joshes lap, while he watched tv on the sofa.

He perked up suddenly. You could practically envision the light bulb turning on in his brain. "Okay, what about we do it at the charity match...? I'd do the ball under the shirt celebration if I was to score," He proposed.

You liked the idea, all the attention on Josh while you just got to watch, plus he had a pretty great chance of actually scoring since he was going to be the striker. "That's perfect."

When the day of the match came around you could tell Josh was nervous. He had so much pressure on him, being the only sideman not to score and all. But you were able to reassure him and told him to try to enjoy the day.

You didn't take your eyes off of your husband for the entire game. During the whole first half the boys were doing everything possible to get Josh his goal, but all the attempts were futile.

You got a message from Tobi ten minutes into halftime saying that Josh wasn't in a great way and asking if you could give him a pep-talk. You ended up going all the way down to the changing rooms.

"Hi," you greeted Josh gently. "What're you doing down here?" He asked, standing up straight after he'd been leaning against the hallway wall, just outside the entrance to the sidemen's team changing rooms.

"Tobi said you needed a pep-talk," you replied while intertwining your fingers with his. "Right... yeah, I'm slightly shitting myself," He sighed. You wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug.

"Remember I told you to enjoy it? It doesn't matter if you don't score but you definitely won't if you psych yourself out too much," you attempted to reassure him. He nodded, instantly looking more confident. "Okay, enjoy. I love you and I'll see you after." You kissed his cheek before quickly getting back up to your seat.

You managed to catch JJ performing 'the thick of it' and you mouthed the words through the entire thing, though the songs a little cringe you can't deny the catchiness of it and it seemed like the entire stadium was also singing along.

When the match started up again you were knocked right back into focus. The moment the sidemen team got given a penalty and you saw your husband, Josh, walking up to take it you could barely contain yourself.

You watched on the screen as he took two deep breath. Your hand subconsciously circled your rounded stomach as you watched, Talia -your pregnancy buddy- sat next to you, also on the edge of her seat.

When he took the shot and scored you jumped up and cheered louder than you ever had before, your hands clapping together like an excited seal as relief flooded your body. The crowd was electric as everyone had been waiting for him to have his moment.

He stepped forward, grabbed the ball, shoved it under his shirt and ran to the corner flag, then he pulled a little white baby grow out of his pocket that read 'baby Zerkaa 2025!'.

Somehow the crowd managed to cheer even louder than when the ball hit the back of the net. All of his, and the other team celebrated with him. Some of the players that were unaware of the baby looked even more shocked than the crowd.

Within minutes your phone began blowing up with messages from anyone and everyone, congratulating you and Josh. "That was so fucking sweet y/n!" Talia hugged you as tears lined her lash line.

After the match it only took Josh around fifteen minutes from leaving the pitch to go and find you. He had a cheesy smile on his face when you saw him. "God I love you," he whispered into your hair when he finally hugged you, all the nerves from earlier nowhere to be found.

He took you down to the changing rooms so you could tell the boys something that you'd been keeping a secret for the past few weeks. Some of the players were already gone but the six sidemen were still there since Josh had asked them to wait.

"So, we wanted to tell you that we're having..." the boys gasped, eyes widening in anticipation. "A boy!" Josh practically yelled. "No fucking way!" "The first sideman junior!" "Ayyy! I'm so happy for you both!" They cheered excitedly.

You looked to Josh, as they flailed about, and smiled, you'd never felt happier. And the way he was looking back at you, you knew he thought the same and you were one hundred percent right.

[luimagines]

hey hey! it’s been awhile

could i please ask for a continuation to the wars soulmate au?

-🫓

Sure thing buddy! :)

Masterlist

Part 1

Content under the cut!

Now- you pitch yourself off a cliff. That's what.

You stand up abruptly- breaking the tension before it can fully form and run out of the room.

This is mortifying.

This is not what you wanted to learn today even if it still makes sense given what Sky had told you about how the soulmate stones worked. Of course Warrior was your soulmate. Had to be. It's not like it would have been one in a bajillion chance at ever meeting him.

And what does it say for when all of this is over?

You do abandon your friends and family for the sake of following him? You can't ask him to follow you. He's too important. Too many people are depending on him for him to simply go with you and live whatever simple life you had to offer.

Is this the end then? Are you still doomed? You doubt you would be able to move on from this even if you were never going to be together.

"Hold it!" Someone grabs your arm.

You scream and jump, trying to tear your arm away but it's Warrior.

Of course it's Warrior.

"What?" You ask with you heart in your throat. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. Please!"

He stills and instantly lets you go. Whatever words he had on his tongue die in an instant and you have the ever subtle feeling that perhaps you shouldn't have said that. Could this get any worse?

Warrior takes a deep breath, bravely meeting your eyes. "I'm sorry."

Why must you tempt the universe? How much more must you pay for your hubris?

Your jaw drops and your stand there stunned. "Wait-"

"I just..." Warrior starts again, cutting you off. "I'm sorry. I'm probably not your first choice." -Oh my god- "I know that my past has more baggage than it's worth." -What have you done?- "But I thought... The stones were honest though, right?"

He looks so hopeful. Had he actually wanted something from you? With you? You sudden get cotton mouth. You can't speak. Your brain flat lines there are no thoughts for you to grab onto.

"Right?" He echoes his previous question, wanting confirmation. "Even... if that was incredibly embarrassing, it was true, wasn't it?"

Somehow you nod.

Warrior lets out a shuddering breath. "Oh... Oh, ok... good. Uh- I mean. I'm... I'm glad that you.. um... Look, I really like you." He says, biting the bullet. "Like... really really like you. I wasn't- I didn't want to seem like I was coming on too strong and the guys give me a hard time enough as it is. But if this is true... If you like me too, do you think...?"

You feel like you need to sit down again. you're only saving grace is that you're outside where no one seemed to have followed you. "...You... like me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" He flushes, the tips of his ears burning a bright red. "I had thought you believed I was just a joke."

"Funny." You choke on the word. "That couldn't have been further from the truth."

"What is the truth?" Warrior stress, boldly closing the distance between you again. His blushing features don't help him stay stoic and cool like he would have hoped.

You gulp. You don't have the words. This is both agonizingly slow and much too fast for you to handle. Why couldn't he just read your mind and- Wait. The stones.

Double wait.

You're close to each other. The stone would be silent. Cursed be the need to communication!

You take his hand instead and hold it tight. "I think... we both already know the truth."

You kiss his knuckles before you can second guess yourself. His hands are smoother and softer than you would have thought. He wasn't wearing his hand guards yet, still in his casual wear.

The effect of your kiss on Warrior was another delightfully bright blush all over his face, down to his neck and beyond. "I.... I see."

"Do you?" You whisper, feeling like a fish out of water. Everything about this feels raw and sensitive. One wrong move and everything would blow up.

"I think so." Warrior leans in, kissing your cheek. "Better?"

You suddenly feel like you can breathe again. "Much better."

[hexedwinchester]

Hii! Can I request a fluffy Sam Winchester x reader where reader and Sam are bored while Dean is out to get the three of them food so reader is messing around with his hair, putting random braids in it and stuff? Thank you!

(Kinda inspo):

hi @ghostlyaccurate

Of course you can! Thanks for sending this request and the inspo reference! It was fun to work on..

You can read it below or follow the link to fic on AO3. Let me know if you like it 😊

Happy Reading :)

Summary:

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket. "Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!" Sam chuckles. "Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools. "Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

"Okay, kiddos. Behave while I'm gone." Dean barks orders standing outside Sam's room. You and Sam look up from your laptops to see him teasingly eyeing the lack of space between the two of you. "No jumping each other's bones."

"Eww!" You fake looking appalled.

"Dude!" Sam blushes. 

Wait, is that what he was thinking about or is he just embarrassed?

"Hey, I mean it." Then glaring at Sam, he warns again, "Not with a bruised hip." 

Sam's green eyes are avoiding rendezvous with anyone else's. 

Dean winks at you before heading in the direction of the main room, spinning the keys of his beloved Impala on his index finger.

"He's an idiot." Sam mumbles apologetically. 

Having been around the boys for a year now, you know Dean is an idiot but a sweet idiot, nonetheless. You don't mind him pulling your leg because you roast him just as much.

"But, my hip is healing quite well..." He hooks a finger under your chin, drawing your face to his. Shutting his laptop and taking yours away, he rolls over you, kissing your neck. 

The smell of his mint soap hits your senses along with a whiff of something rugged that is purely his. Your legs wrap around his slim waist pulling his long, lean body closer to yours when suddenly he grunts in pain.

Instantly, your legs drop and you gently roll him to his side of the bed. Dean's warning flashes into your brain. You sigh. He was right about the bruised hip. Dying by the hands of Dean Winchester because his baby brother couldn't keep it in his pants is not how you want to go.

"Well, Dean's not gonna be home for a few hours. Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks smiling, bringing those deep dimples to the surface.

Any other day, a movie sounded good -especially when it wasn't the tenth re-run of 'Die Hard' that Dean loved- since both you and Sam have similar taste. But after staring at the screen for the last two hours, you could use a break.

"Actually," you start, "I was thinking of something else." Leaving Sam looking like a lost puppy, you grab both your laptops and leave the room.

Sam is sprawled on the bed when you return ten minutes later. Legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his chest. Sensing your presence, his eyes open and a ghost of a smile touches his lips as his gaze shift from your goofy expression to the basket of hair tools and accessories tucked under your arm.

"What-what is that?" He sits straight, back flushed against the headboard, trying to get a peek into that basket.

"Like you haven't seen a brush before?" You wave the little brush as you enter the room. "Oh right, I forgot. You just run your fingers through your perfect hair and you are good to go!"

Sam chuckles.

"Now scoot over, Rapunzel." You gently shove him to make room on the bed for you and your tools.

"Whatever you say, Mother Gothel."

You gasp! "I knew it! I knew you saw that movie!" 

He neither confirms nor denies that accusation. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

"A little TLC."

"TLC?" He repeats. "With butterfly clips and colourful beads?"

"Yes!" There is no way you can contain your excitement. Kneeling behind him, you slip your fingers into his hair, fluffing it up. 

Sam Winchester's hair is like pure silk between your fingers. They pass through easily without a knot to catch on to. There are no expensive products or fancy shampoos in the washroom. Hell, there isn't even a bottle of conditioner but somehow Sam's hair is softer than minx fur coat. A quiet moan passes through his lips as you gently massage his scalp. 

Mother Gothel's obsession with Rapunzel's locks is starting to make sense as you begin brushing Sam's hair. It is therapeutic, combing through those silken strands from the roots to the tips. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seem to relax him even more.

"You know, you could be a hair model." You tease him.

Sam laughs, a deep, resonant sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hunting doesn't allow for part-time stints, but thanks."

Grabbing a handful of colourful clips, you place them randomly on his head. A butterfly clip here, a rainbow clip there, few beads snapped on a single lock of hair. It's silly but Sam looks adorable, the bright colours standing out against the dark chestnut tone.

Stealing a hand-mirror from your basket, he takes a quick look at his reflection and bursts out laughing. "Why does it look like a unicorn threw up on my head?"

You smack his shoulder. "No, it does not! Don't you laugh at my artwork."

He cranes his neck to meet your eyes. "Can we try something a lot less 'Hello Kitty' and a bit more, I don't know, me?"

At least he didn't ask you to stop, there is comfort in that. That's something, right? You carefully pluck the clips out and brush the hair smoothing out the crimps left behind.

If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Sam really seemed to like the massage and the brushing. You make a mental note of it for the future.

The hair is malleable unlike your wild, untamed curls. You gather it at his crown and wrap a simple hair tie a couple of times into a ponytail. At the last turn, you pull the hair only halfway through the tie and twist it around the bun. You brush out the remaining hair to base of his neck.

"Is that what they call a man-bun?" Sam asks trying to catch a glimpse of the bun.

"Yes", you respond sheepishly. "Like it?"

"Ummm... Not really, no. I don't think I can pull it off." Sam is anything but honest and that's what you love about him.

You take a moment to think about what Sam would like and then it comes to you. With a cautious tenderness, you take off the hair tie, careful not to pull or snag any wayward strands. Running the brush through a particularly stubborn tangle, you smooth out the hair.

Your fingers move fast and skillfully as you part a section of his hair on the left of his crown. You weave it into a braid, securing the ends to back of his head with a bobby pin. You repeat the same on the right side but this time you weave a black ribbon into the braid and pin it to the meet the first braid.

"How's it going?" He asks stealing a glance again but this time you are quicker to snatch the mirror away.

"No peeking this time!" You stow the mirror behind your back and out of reach of his ridiculously long arms.

You bunch up the hair from the crown of his head, including the two braids and pull it into a ponytail. The metal barrette clip with a Celtic knot ties the look together as you add it to the ponytail.

Last, you pick out some white and silver beads and add them in pairs to strands of hair behind his ears. Parting the back hair into six sections, you wind each lock of the hair around a wooden stick from another barrette clip, hold it for a minute and then release it to form soft waves.

"Can I see now?" Sam is growing impatient but you dismiss him. He cannot look until you are done.

Twenty minutes later, the back of hair looks like it went one round with a curler. The strands holding the soft, bouncy waves you created quite nicely.

Holding a bigger mirror behind his head, you pass him the hand-mirror. "You can look now."

The hand-mirror is twisting in his large hand, trying to see the full picture, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the neat braids, the metal clip, the beads and finally the wavy curls.

"Well?" You are anxious, unsure of how to treat his silence.

"Wow, that's... something," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Good something or bad something?"

Putting the mirror down, he twists his torso to look at you with those honest, soulful eyes. "Definitely good something. I like it. It's very..." A thoughtful pause. "Nordic."

"I knew you would like it, lore boy!" You plant a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly deepens.

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat. Sam breaks the kiss.

"Smile, Lara Croft." Dean pulls out his camera and snaps a few shots of Sam in his new hairstyle. "This will get a laugh or two in the Hunters' group."

"Dean, c'mon." Sam is embarrassed, if that mild blush on the planes of his cheek is anything but an evidence of that. He tries to reach back and pull off the hair but you stop him.

"You can laugh all you want, but the truth is you can never pull off this look like he does." You get a little defensive around Sam.

"What makes you think I want to?" Dean's smile is smug and you want to wipe it off his face. Then turning to Sam, he presses, "how come I'm not allowed to give you a haircut but she is allowed to go Zohan on you?"

"Who?" Sam asks clearly not having seen that movie to catch the reference.

"Whatever, chuckles! I should probably print this out and stick it on the bunker walls."

"Sure", you jump in startling both the brothers. "It will look real nice next to your picture from that time with Rhonda Hurley." 

Now it's Dean's time to gasp and turn a shade darker than Sam. "How did you-? You are bluffing."

"Wanna bet?" Your bat your eyelashes at him in mischief. "I can remember some specific details like pink and satiny and-"

"Okay, okay, alright. I'll delete Sam's pictures." Dean leaves looking sour.

"Rhonda Hurley?" Sam raises his eyebrow asking for more information.

"Rhonda Hurley..." you muse about how you will keep using this trump card next time Dean gets cocky.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 2

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Part 2: Take My Breath Away

Saturday, March 11th, 1989

As you begin to stir from sleep after your late night with Eddie, you hear multiple voices in your room. They're overlapping each other, arguing in whispers. You think you might still be dreaming, until you hear Dustin beckon you into the new day. "Hey, lovebirds! Time to get up!" He shouts excitedly. Your eyes snap open, and you shoot up in bed. You see the entire Hellfire Club standing in front of your bed, smiling smugly at you. You don't say a word, but your mouth sits wide open. Eddie hasn't woken up just yet, groaning at the loss of you from his arms. He claws for you, before realizing you're sitting up next to him. Your gaze is facing forward, he thinks you might be having a bad dream or something. He looks at you curiously, shaking your arm to get your attention.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks, oblivious to the others. You flick your eyes to his, nudging your head to suggest he should look up. He lifts his head and immediately starts turning red as a tomato. His eyes go wide, and he tries to form words. Maybe to yell at them to get out, call them out for being perverts, something. But his efforts bear no fruit.

"So...it sounds like you two had fun last night." Lucas says, wagging his eyebrows. The others giggle like the children they are.

"Yeah, you weren't exactly discreet. All we could hear was 'oh, Eddie!' and 'oh, Y/N!'. You guys sure do make a lot of noise." James teases, causing everyone else to laugh. You turn to Eddie, giving him a look that says 'do you believe this shit?'. He just shrugs.

"I一 Uh...um." You fumble around in your brain to find words, but you fail just as badly as Eddie did. Your cheeks start to burn, a deep hue of crimson washing over your face. You wish you could wake up from this awful dream, or hide under the covers until they go away.

"Alright, kiddos, breakfast is ready! Time to fuel up before you一" Mom walks into the scene, her face quickly turning to anger. But it's not directed at you. She turns to the kids standing across from your bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Dusty, you know better than to invade your sister's privacy! Boundaries, Dusty, boundaries! As for the rest of you kids, I have half a mind to call your parents! Now, you all have exactly three seconds to apologize, get out of Y/N's room, and go eat some damn pancakes before I kick you all out on your rear ends!" She crosses her arms, her nostrils flaring. Everyone's eyes go wide, and guilt takes over their expressions.

"Sorry, Y/N. It won't happen again." Dustin says quietly, bowing his head. The others say their apologies, before leaving your room. Mom shakes her head as the kids walk past her one by one. Once they leave, she turns to you. Her expression changes instantly, and she's ecstatic to see you in bed with Eddie.

"I see you found yourself a man after all!" She says, almost jumping up and down. "How was it? Oh, I'm kidding, don't tell me." She giggles heartily. "I'm just so happy for you, sugarpuff! Now, be safe, no babies just yet! And maybe be a teensy bit quieter next time, okay? But, I love you! And when you're dressed, come have some pancakes." She leaves the room excitedly, clapping her hands together before closing the door. Now you really wish this was all a bad dream. You fall back down on the pillows, covering your face with your hands. You groan against your palms in annoyance.

"I am so sorry for that. God, she can be so embarrassing sometimes! I get it if you want to run for the hills right now. Jesus Christ, why can't I just have a normal family!" You yell, hoping Mom and Dustin hear you. But they probably don't, there's a lot of conversation going on in the kitchen. You look at Eddie, who still hasn't said a word. He's smirking at you, holding back laughter. His body is shuddering, and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. When he sees your peeved expression, he completely loses it. He cackles his ass off, his face going red as he just laughs and laughs. He clutches his stomach once it starts to hurt from laughing so much.

"Ha-" He tries to calm himself down, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I've just never seen your mother get angry like that. And then for her to be so giddy that you fucked me? Jesus, it's just too hilarious!" He drops into another laughing fit, and you just look at him. You want to be angry, but his guffawing is contagious. You begin to lose it too, the whole situation is pretty ridiculous. "I see where you get your fire from now!" He squeals, rolling over as he continues to laugh. You laugh even harder at his statement, smacking his chest playfully. "Ow! Play nice!" He shouts as he pokes a finger into your tit. You lay here laughing together for a while. Occasionally you calm down for a second, before sputtering into another fit. You try to focus on something else, gazing into Eddie's eyes. He does the same, and suddenly neither of you are laughing anymore. He moves in and plants a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Good morning, baby." You finally get to greet him properly.

"Morning, princess. I suppose we better get dressed, huh?" He sounds slightly disappointed.

"Yeah, we gotta get out there before Dustin eats all the pancakes." You kiss Eddie, deeper this time. You don't really want to get out of bed. And if it weren't for the campaign, Eddie wouldn't either. You toss the covers off of you, standing up to stretch yourself out. You go to your dresser, looking for some clean clothes. You change your panties, tossing the old ones into the hamper.

"Damn, what a view!" Eddie whoops as you bend over.

"You're fucking filthy sometimes, you know that?" You respond with your back turned to him, smiling to yourself.

"So are you, angel. And I can't get enough." He's digging around in the duffel bag he brought, pulling out some fresh boxers. He changes into them, putting the old ones away. You watch him with hungry eyes through the reflection of your vanity. He pulls his ripped jeans on, fastening the belt. You realize he needs his shirt, so you start pulling it over your head. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"You need your shirt, right?" You say plainly.

"I've got others. Besides, that one makes you mine, remember? Keep it, you look sexy in it." He smirks at you in the mirror, pulling an exact copy of the shirt he gave you over his head. You whine at the loss of his exposed skin, making him chuckle. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll see it again later tonight."

"Promise?" You ask as you put your bra on under your shirt. You locate your jeans from yesterday, pulling them up your legs. Eddie walks over to you once he's fully dressed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He plants a kiss on your cheek.

"I promise, princess. Anything for you. I'm gonna go brush my teeth, ‘kay? I can't imagine my morning breath is very attractive." He runs back to his bag, pulling out a toothbrush and some Colgate.

You both finish getting ready, and join the others for breakfast. The kids are scarfing down their food, eager to return to the game. When breakfast is over, you and Eddie go have a smoke out front while the kiddos get in their positions for the day. You end up making out in the grass again, and Dustin has to retrieve you when you've been gone too long.

Eddie takes his seat at the head of the table, same as last night. You're about to sit in the chair beside him when he grabs your waist suddenly. He sits you down on his lap, smiling at you as his arm goes around your waist. The others at the table let out a collective ‘Ooh’, making kissy noises and wagging their tongues in the most immature way. "Alright, that's enough everyone. You've had your fun. It’s time to play the game, 'kay?" Eddie says to calm everyone's taunting chatter. He looks up at you a moment, giving you a quick kiss before continuing the campaign. Everyone ‘Aww’s at you, they find the pair of you quite adorable, despite their teasing.

You spend the entirety of the day on Eddie's lap, watching him closely as he leads the campaign. You worry that your position makes it difficult for him to perform effectively. But any time you try to move off of him, he holds you firmly in place. After the first four hours of the day, everyone takes a break and you and Eddie go outside for a smoke. "How are your wounds doing? You should probably change the bandages when we go back in." Eddie says as he pulls out his cigarettes. He's leaning against the house, and you stand closely in front of him.

"They don't hurt as much today. I'll look them over in a bit." You reply, taking a cig from the pack while reaching in his jeans pocket to retrieve the lighter. Your hand brushes against his dick, and his breath hitches. You smirk at him as you light up. "What's wrong, darling?" You question innocently.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You know exactly what you're doing." He says with a grin, snatching the lighter from you. He ignites his own cigarette, inhaling deeply. He puts the pack and lighter back in his pockets. Then he grabs you by your waist, pulling your body against his. Eddie gazes into your eyes, lust swimming in his pupils. He breathes out, smoke flowing from his mouth in swirling clouds. He moves his head through the smoke to kiss you hungrily, causing you to moan.

You pull away from the kiss, knowing you'll lose track of time again if you let him keep touching you. He looks at you with confusion, almost whining at the loss of your lips on his. "Sorry. I don't want to hold everyone up, Eds. But we'll have our time tonight." You reassure him, placing your hand on his arm as you take another drag.

"I'll be sure to hold you that, dollface." He says darkly.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, exhaling the smoke in rings. "You can hold me to anything you want, Munson." You tease him, running your hand over the front of his jeans. He gasps, grabbing your wrist.

"Keep playing with fire, princess. You'll pay the price later." He bites your neck, and you moan loudly. He lets you out of his grip, and continues smoking. You lean next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. His head lays over yours, and you finish your cigarettes in silence. The only thoughts inside your heads are of what you plan to do to each other later. You flick your spent butts away once they burn down to nothing, and turn to each other for a moment. You're both smiling widely, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. 

Eddie kisses you one last time, slyly pinching your ass. You yelp, smacking his chest. He breaks away, chuckling. "Sorry, babe. I just can't help myself around you. I'll round up the rugrats, and you need to take care of your injuries, 'kay?" He says kindly.

You roll your eyes at him getting on you about changing some silly bandages. "Yeah, yeah. I'll meet you back at the table. Save me a seat?" You turn away to go inside.

"Best seat in the house, princess!" He calls after you, making you laugh. You slowly realize you're definitely falling hard for him. You've never felt this way about anyone before. When you're with Eddie, everything feels right.

You make your way through the house to the bathroom. Dustin almost bumps into you as he wrestles one of the twins over taking the last pop tart. "Play nice, boys." You say as you walk past. Dustin glares at you, flipping the bird. "You better cut that out, or I'll tell mom." You smirk at him as his eyes widen in fear. "That's what I thought. So, cool it." You reach the bathroom, but you don't bother to close the door since you're just changing bandages. You begin to peel the old ones off, hissing as the pulling stings your skin.

"Want some help, sweetheart?" You jump as you hear Eddie behind you. You turn to see him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He smiles at you. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Sit down, let me help." He gestures at the bathtub, and you sit on the edge of it. He opens your medicine cabinet, locating everything he'll need. "Do you have washcloths somewhere?" He asks as he sets the supplies on the counter.

"Linen closet, just outside the bathroom." You point in the direction of the closet.

"Thanks." He leaves the room for a moment, returning with the cloth. He turns on the sink, letting warm water run over the fabric. He turns it off, and kneels before you. He gently pulls off your old bandages, making you wince. "I know, baby, just relax." He says, attempting to comfort you. You do your best to stay still until all your wounds are exposed. He carefully inspects them. "They're not infected, so that's good. How bad does it hurt? Scale of one to ten?" He looks into your eyes, more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"You playing doctor now, Eds?" You giggle. He's so concerned about your wellbeing, it's a very handsome look on him. He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not very amused. "Sorry, you're just very cute right now. But they don't hurt that bad, maybe a two?" His expression softens, and he kisses your forehead.

"Okay, good. Let's get these cleaned and covered so we can get back. I'm worried the kids are gonna kill each other out of boredom soon." You both chuckle at that, and he gently wipes your left palm with the cloth. You flinch again, but he's patient with you. He firms his grip on your wrist to keep you from squirming, and you do your best to ignore how the fabric feels against your scraped skin. He moves on to your other hand, and then your knees. He puts the cloth in the hamper next to the sink, and brings over some disinfectant. He uses q-tips to apply it to your skin, and it bubbles up to kill the germs.

"Ow! Fuck, I hate this stuff." You say as the liquid stings like a motherfucker.

"I know, sweetheart. We're almost done." He takes some tissue to wipe away the excess disinfectant. Then, he puts some ointment on everything before placing fresh bandages down. Once you're covered, he plants kisses on your palms and knees. "There. All better." He says while stroking your thighs with his large hands. You can't help but moan at his touch, everything he does has an impossibly strong effect on you. "Gettin’ needy for me already?" He chuckles as he leans in for a kiss.

You meet him halfway, kissing him like you haven't seen him in months. Your hands lose themselves in his frizzy locks, massaging his scalp with your fingers. He groans, hands going to your back to pull you closer. You move off the tub, pushing him over. You straddle Eddie's lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. He's sitting upright with you, groping your tits over the shirt he gave you as your mouths continue to move against each other. You can't get enough of Eddie, it's like you're addicted. No matter how much restraint either of you try to show, you end up swapping spit the second you're alone. 

Your noises manage to get the attention of Erica, and she startles the both of you when she shouts to snap you out of your lustful trance. "Hey, perverts! Can you stop smacking lips for five seconds and come play? I didn't postpone a sleepover with Tina to watch you two being gross!"

"We'll be right there, Lady Applejack. Just give us a minute, hm?" Eddie says between kisses, waving Erica away.

She sighs loudly, rolling her eyes. "You could at least close the door next time." She makes a gagging noise before leaving to take her place at the table. You hear laughing from the others, clearly you've been ratted out. You can't help but giggle against Eddie's lips.

"Okay, okay. We've made them wait long enough, Y/N." He pushes you away gently, and you whine at the loss. You pout your lips at him, giving him puppy eyes. "You make it so hard to say no to you, baby. But you have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait. That's the saying, right?" He looks at you with a dark lust in his eyes, emphasizing certain words to make you weak in the knees. You just nod, entranced by him. "Good girl. C’mon." He pats your thighs as a signal for you to get up, and you do as he asks with a long sigh. He stands up after you, leading you to the table.

"Thank God! I thought you two would be sucking face all damn day." Dustin says with a chuckle at your expense. The rest of the table erupts with laughter, and you can't help blushing. You feel bad for holding everyone up, but you can barely hold yourself together around Eddie.

"Back off, Henderson. You'll understand the ways of romance someday." Eddie says, clapping a hand on Dustin's shoulder on his way over to his seat. You follow behind him, flicking Dustin's ear.

"Ow! What the hell?" Dustin shouts, and you just fix him with a death-stare. He flips you off, which you return.

"Cut it out, Y/N. You're a grown woman, so act like it." Eddie says while smirking at you. Your eyes widen at him chiding you, but his expression stays the same.

"Ooooooooh!" The others say in unison at Eddie calling you out.

"Shut up!" He yells, and everyone goes quiet. He motions for you to come sit on his lap again, and you take your place. "Mm, that's my girl. Try to relax, 'kay?" He says lowly in your ear, you can't help the chill running over your spine. "Be a good girl for me, I'll make it worth your while." He kisses your neck gently, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment. Eddie turns his attention to the game, setting the scene. You watch him closely, admiring how passionate he is.

The hours tick past, the players falling one by one to a formidable enemy. Eddie seems to be a pretty ruthless dungeon master, setting the game up to be as difficult as possible. There's many arguments, calls for a re-roll, and angry outbursts. You realize this game can get intense sometimes, and Eddie has a habit of shouting. It startles you, but he rubs your thigh with his hand to keep you calm. He glances over at you occasionally, flashing you a smile. You'll smile back, batting your eyes at him. Eddie pinches your waist as an acknowledgement of your desire. This whole time, you've been trying to focus on the game. But you can't help your mind wandering to filthy places as you observe him.

Your brain swirls with images of how you want him to fuck you. You see flashes of his fingers pumping inside you, his mouth sucking in your clit, his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy. You imagine things he hasn't even done to you yet. He's got you on all fours in his van, fucking you from behind. His ringed hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing firmly. Your head feels light as he pounds into you. He calls you filthy names, and tells you how much of a good girl you are. Every passing thought makes you wet, and you squeeze your thighs together. You're just about to imagine cumming hard on his cock when一

"Y/N? Hello, you in there?" Eddie says, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. It startles you, smashing the fantasy away like a mirror. "The game's over for the day, princess. Were you daydreaming?" He asks, grinning at you. You feel your cheeks burn as you blush wildly, his smile growing larger. "What were you thinking about?" You look around to see the others leaving the table for the night. You hope you didn't appear too freakish while zoning out. A couple of them raid the kitchen for more snacks, while the rest go into Dustin's room to do something else like reading comic books.

"Nothing, Eddie." You shake your head at him, but he presses on.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. It must have been pretty important if it distracted you from the game for so long. So, out with it. Where'd you go?" He says quietly, stroking your arm with the back of his hand. His expression is gentle, but curious. You hope you haven’t offended him, making him think you got bored of the game when it’s quite the opposite.

"I was...thinking about you." You look down at your hands, you feel so silly. You can't even make it a few hours without thinking about Eddie in such dirty ways. You're like a horny teenager.

"Oh, really?" He smiles wide at you, chuckling. "What about me?" The expression on his face tells you he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear you say it.

"You know what." You sigh, your head falling back in annoyance. You don't want to say it, the whole thing is so embarrassing.

"Is someone getting shy now? You don't have to be ashamed, sweetheart. I am devastatingly handsome, after all." He jokes, making you laugh. "There's a smile on that pretty face. C’mere." He brings his hand up to your cheek, moving it behind your neck to pull you close. He kisses you, giving you butterflies. He hums into the kiss, and you clumsily straddle him in the chair. Your movements send it tipping backwards, and Eddie grunts as he meets the carpet with you on top of him.

"Shit! Sorry, are you okay?" You break away, checking to make sure he's alright.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." He pulls you back down to him, smashing his lips to yours. He grabs your ass hungrily, making you moan down his throat. His tongue battles with yours, fighting to dominate you. Your hands wander under his shirt, scratching your nails on his chest. Eddie groans, smacking your ass.

"Jesus Christ, not this again!" Dustin shouts, covering his eyes. You both freeze, looking over to see the kids staring at you again.

Eddie clears his throat. "Something we can help you with, children?" He asks, trying to act natural. You're still on top of him, unable to move.

"We heard something fall over, so, naturally we came to investigate. And what do we find but two horndogs in the living room!" Dustin shakes his head, tsk-ing at you. "You guys could at least try to sneak around. You know, for our sake. Our young, impressionable eyes can only take so much." He says smugly. He may be playing around, but he's right. You've been careless, and you have your own room for this kind of thing. And you're not a teenager anymore, you're an adult.

"You may be acting like an ass about it, Dusty. But you're right. Boundaries work both ways, so we'll take this outside to the van." You peer down at Eddie. "Sound good, baby?" You ask, begging him with your eyes for the two of you to get out of here ASAP.

"Fair enough, sweetheart." He says while gazing up at you calmly. You lift yourself off of him, helping him stand up. You shoo the kids out of your way, pulling Eddie by the hand to the front door. Five pairs of eyes follow the both of you as you exit the house and pull the door closed. You walk to the van, ready to pull open the back doors when Eddie grabs you by the waist. He whips you around to face him, slamming you into the van. His lips crush yours, capturing them in a bruising kiss.

"What's gotten into you, Eds?" You ask, out of breath. His eyes pierce yours, smirking as he burns inside with lust.

"You're not the only one thinking dirty thoughts, Y/N. I wanted nothing more than to say 'fuck it' to the campaign, toss everything off the table, and fuck you senseless on it. I kept picturing you laying there, and I'd bury my face in your tits, or your pussy. And I'd make you moan and scream, and cum for me over and over. I'm surprised you didn't notice how hard I was under the table." He takes your hand, guiding it to grope his crotch. He's very hard, and you can't help feeling a little sorry for him. He'd managed to stay focused on the game while constantly thinking about pleasing you. The thought of this makes you even more wet.

You grip Eddie's cock even tighter, making him groan. You give him a devilish look, taking advantage of the situation he's put you in. "How about we both stop fantasizing and actually do something about it?" He stares at you, enamored by your boldness. He reaches behind you to open the doors to the van. You stand off to the side, climbing in as soon as he opens the door wide enough for you to slide through. He crawls in behind you, slamming the door shut. He's on you immediately, pinning you on the loose blankets he has strewn about.

"Jesus, you're needy." You quip as he stares into your eyes intensely. He licks his lips, and lowers his head to bite down on your neck. "Shit." You mutter, squirming beneath him. Eddie's hand holds yours in place above your head as he leaves dark marks all over your throat. His knee goes between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed heat. Your back arches off the floor, and you gasp loudly. His free hand gropes your tits, squeezing the flesh roughly. You're completely at his mercy, and he's relentlessly doing everything in his power to drive you wild.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He purrs between kisses on your neck. His knee moves slightly faster against you.

"I want you to ruin me, Eds. Claim me as yours, please." You whimper.

"Care to be more specific? I'll do anything you ask." He meets your gaze again, caressing your cheek. He wants to fuck you until you can't stand up straight, but he wants you to beg for it. He loves hearing your pleas.

"I want your fingers inside me. Please?" You hate how needy you sound, but you have to feel him now.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He lets you out of his grip. "Take your pants off for me." You do as he says, tossing them and your panties away haphazardly. You lay down, spreading your legs for him. He glances at your pussy, finding it glistening with arousal that’s dripping onto the blankets. "God, you're already soaked for me." His breath hitches. He lowers his hand to where you want him most, stroking through your slick folds.

"Oh, God. More, please." You gasp, your eyes rolling back in your head. He rubs your clit in long circles, taking his time to tease you. You moan helplessly, struggling not to squirm. He finally inserts a finger inside your cunt, and your back arches again. "Fuck, put in another one." You cry out, and he does as you ask. He fingers you at a steady pace, hitting your g-spot expertly. A stream of moans and curses flows from your mouth, and you feel an orgasm slowly brewing inside you. He picks up speed, sliding in and out of you rapidly.

"Tell me what else you want, angel." Eddie says, cool and collected. His erection rages on inside his pants, but his priority right now is making you feel good. You try to piece together thoughts of what you want him to do next, but they're being scrambled inside your head by overwhelming pleasure.

"Use your tongue on me. You're so good at that." You pant out, mentally cheering at getting the words out. His fingers leave you, and you whine at the loss. But you're moaning again momentarily as his mouth latches onto your clit. Your hands tangle in Eddie's hair, holding him as close as you can to your pussy without suffocating him. "Oh, fuck. Eddie, that feels so good. Keep going." He goes faster, swirling his tongue around your clit, thrusting into your cunt on occasion. Your orgasm is bubbling up, closer and closer to boiling over. 

“Mm.” He moans into you as you tug on his hair, sending vibrations through you. You moan out again, wanting so badly for your bliss to spill over you. 

"I'm so close, don't stop! I'll be such a good girl for you! Please, make me cum!" You cry out, uncontrollably cursing, moaning, calling his name. Your words and sounds egg him on, he goes harder and faster against you. His tongue and lips work overtime to make you come undone. He finishes you off by sucking your clit harshly, and you're washed over in a sheen of sweat as your orgasm explodes like a volcano. "Oh, fuck! Eddie!" You scream as you cum all over his face. Your legs tremble, and your hips want to flail. Eddie holds you in place as your high rushes through you. He swallows as much of your juices as he can, licking up every last drop. You let him go, looking up at his glistening face. He's smiling like a kid on Christmas, your arousal dripping from his chin. "Looks like you had a splash." You joke as he wipes his face with his sleeve.

"God, that was so fucking hot. I could make you do that all day and never get tired of it." He grins at you, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips. He slips his tongue in your mouth, quickly dominating your own. You go on like this for what feels like forever, both of you exploring each other with your hands. He breaks away when you eventually need air. "But I'm guessing you have other ideas in mind, Y/N. Not to mention, I'm desperate to fuck you into next week."

"So am I. Can we try something different, though?" You ask, playfully tracing a finger on Eddie's chest. You gaze at him from under your lashes, batting them seductively.

"We can do whatever you want, babydoll. What did you have in mind?" He replies, anxious to  know what you’re after.

"I want you to fuck me from behind, Eddie." You admit. Your mouth stays open, prepared to say something else. But you decide against it, thinking he won't go for it.

"What else, sweetheart? I guarantee you won't scare me away." He cups your cheek, to make you feel comfortable and safe.

"I...I want you to choke me." His eyes go wide, and you immediately regret asking. "I knew you wouldn't like it. Nevermind." You try to squirm away, you've killed the mood. But Eddie stops you.

"No, baby. I love it. I'm just surprised. I didn't realize you were so kinky." He smirks at you, finding your nervousness endearing. "Relax, Y/N. You don't ever need to be embarrassed with me about anything. Especially not when it comes to sex." He sits up a moment, making quick work of removing his clothes. You discard your shirt and bra, and you get onto your hands and knees for him. You feel him come up behind you, and he strokes your soaked folds with the tip of his dick.

"Fuck, Eddie. Please don't tease me. I need you." You whine at him, pushing yourself backwards to meet him. He chuckles darkly.

"Patience, princess. You have a real problem with waiting." He gives your ass a rough slap, causing you to yelp. It stings, and turns you on even more. "You like that, baby? Should I do it again?" He asks, continuing to tease your entrance.

"Yes, please." You turn your head to look at him as best you can, seeing him raise his hand. He brings it down to your other ass cheek, making eye contact with you. You moan loudly this time, and his smile gets wider.

"And they call me a freak." He says, gently caressing your behind to soothe the stinging marks he's made on you. "Do you want more? Or should we get to the good part?"

"Maybe another time, I need you in me right now." You hate sounding so needy, it only feeds his already inflated ego. But everything Eddie does to you feels like nothing you've experienced before. You want him to rail you, you can't take it anymore.

"Whatever you say, Y/N." He says as he carefully pushes his length into you. Low moans escape your mouths. You grip the blankets beneath you, bracing for him to pick up his pace. He pulls out with just as much caution, taking in how your velvet walls hug his cock perfectly. He slams into you on his second stroke, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

"Fuck, keep doing that." You gasp, the oxygen in the van seemingly growing thinner. He repeats this action a few more times…slowly pull out…and then slam back in. Each time rips a moan from your throat, his tip hitting your g-spot with precision.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight for me." Eddie hisses as he pulls out once more. He lays his torso over yours, reaching a hand up to your neck. He wraps his ringed fingers around your throat, cutting off your air supply. He rams his dick into you again, and begins thrusting rapidly. You choke out a moan, your skin going ablaze once more. Waves of pleasure quickly wash over you, building higher and higher as Eddie's thrusts push you closer to the edge. Your head feels light from his grip on you, and you're already seeing stars. "You like it when I choke you, slut?" He asks, his brows furrowed as he continues to fuck you. He loosens his hold on your throat for a moment so you can respond.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cry out. "Don’t stop, Eds." He tightens his hold again once you get the words out. You begin meeting his thrusts by backing into him. He groans as you do so, the sound making your pussy even more slick for him. Your juices involuntarily leak around him as your pleasure builds, dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Garbled noises leave your throat as Eddie continues to choke you. Everything feels so good, you feel like you're floating on cloud nine.

"Such a good little slut for me. Your pussy feels so good, I'm not gonna last much longer." He's almost babbling as he praises you, your arousal flowing around him makes everything feel better than anything he's ever experienced before. He can't believe how lucky he is to have found a woman like you. He pounds into you even harder, and you push back just as harshly. He lets go of your throat to grip your shoulders. You're chasing each other's highs, desperate to cum at the same time. Both of your moans fill the van, canceling out any outside noise you might've been hearing before. Your walls begin to flutter around him, your rhythm persisting as you mentally beg for your release. Eddie reaches down to rub your clit in rapid circles. Waves crash over you harder and harder, you're so fucking close you almost can't stand it. "Cum with me, Y/N." He almost growls in your ear as he pinches your clit.

"Eddie!" You scream, feeling the largest wave of them all crash into you, taking you under. His hand quickly wraps around your throat again, squeezing tightly. He pumps into you wildly, your walls clenching down onto him. Sticky juices spurt from your hole, making a huge mess beneath you.

"Fuck, baby…" He grunts as his load empties into you, struggling to hold you in place as your orgasms rock through you. Your legs tremble, and he feels your cum soak his cock and explode out of you. It makes you both slippery, he almost loses his grip. His hips buck into you compulsively, and he chokes out a few more moans. His senseless thrusts keep your orgasm going, and your body feels white hot, like you might burst into smithereens. He pulls out of you and tumbles backwards as his high subsides, more fluids splashing out of your cunt.

You fall forwards on your stomach, breathing heavily. You feel dizzy, like the world around you has dissolved entirely. You lay here for a moment, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as your clit still sparks from your orgasm. You feel so spent, wanting to pass out just like this.

"You alive over there?" Eddie asks, his words echoing in your ears. You hear him flicking his lighter, and then you smell smoke. You try to return to reality, sitting up and turning to face him. He's leaning against the doors of the van, smoking with his eyes closed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his cock glistens with your cum. His hair has matted around his face, and he's soaked in sweat. He's just as exhausted as you are, maybe even more so. You crawl over to him, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. You put one in your mouth, looking around for the lighter. You hear it flick again, and look to see Eddie holding it ready for you. His eyes are still shut as he attempts to calm himself after that mind-blowing experience.

"I'm great. How are you doing?" You finally speak, leaning in to light your cig. You breathe in deeply to steady your heart rate. You lay your head on Eddie's shoulder, and he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm fan-fuckin’-tastic, princess." He says, attempting to sound put together. But his panting blows the image away. He opens his eyes a moment, quickly taking notice of the massive wet spot on the blankets. "Shit, now I gotta do laundry." He chuckles, nudging you to look at the mess you’ve made.

You sheepishly glance at it, blushing like mad. "Sorry. You just have a really strong effect on me." You reply quietly. "I can wash them inside for you if you like. Mom won't mind. They could probably use a wash despite the mess anyways." You playfully elbow him in the ribs.

"Ouch! Play nice." He flicks your shoulder in retaliation.

"Make me." You say, giving him a sly smile.

"Maybe I will if you aren't careful." He replies, returning to his smoking.

To be continued…

[haesunlover]

long to be home. (intro)

pairing: huang renjun x female!reader

series genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, eventual smut

word count: 2.1k words

chapter warnings: fluff, light angst, reader is an aspiring writer, renjun being the best bf ever, mark talking about his dick for a second, nothing else really.

the page on the computer screen remained blank, like your thoughts as you tried to remember any childhood memories. you threw your head back groaning, trying to rattle your brain for any sort of progress. giving up, you opened the facetime app on your computer and dialled the only person who can help in this scenario.

"hey sexy," your high school best friend says as she answered the phone. "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

just hearing her voice instantly made you burst into tears. "i'm trying to write but i am fucking clueless. i'm trying to put together my childhood but it's so blurry. i can see it but i can't at the same time. it's so stupid but i'm so fucked. my brain is absolutely fried." you blurt out, holding your head in your hands.

"woah, wait. is this about your show that you're writing? the one about your life?" lia asks, confused and concerned at this sudden outburst bringing the phone closer to her face.

you nodded your head, pushing your hair away from your face and now properly looking at the camera. "yes. i'm like.. stuck. i'm not getting anywhere cause i can't remember all the details." you huffed after taking a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down. "i'm getting so frustrated."

lia nodded her head before pulling a naughty smirk at the camera. "you know what i think?" she asked.

"what?"

"i think you need to come home. you've been gone for too long and can't remember anything. you need a memory refresher. and a holiday to come see me." she said, looking pretty proud of her suggestion.

you let out a chuckle, shaking your head at her. "i'd love to but i can't just drop everything and come over."

confusion flashed over lia's face. "why not? don't you have like a whole month off? and doesn't renjun get a two week break soon?" she asked, making a very valid point.

you thought about it. a trip back home to australia with your boyfriend and getting to see your best friend after four years. sounds great in theory but.. "i mean, i'm not sure. i don't know if i'm mentally rea- '' you started to talk and tear up but was cut off by the sound of the keypad to the apartment being used. 

"shit, i gotta go. i'll keep you updated. talk to you soon!" you quickly exclaimed, shutting the lid of the laptop. you quickly wiped the tears away from under your eyes and smoothed out your hair as if you weren't about to rip it out moments before.

"y/n? you here, my love?" you hear your boyfriend, renjun, call out for you. you quickly jump out of the desk chair and walk out into the living area to see him and the rest of the dream members. 

"hey guys, i'm sorry for staying for so long. i lost track of time. i'll head out now so you guys can rest up after working hard today." you explained, jolting your fist in a little 'fighting' sign as you look around at them all.

mark shook his head and asked, "what are you talking about? it's movie night! it's my pick tonight. plus rina will be over soon."

your face dropped a bit, knowing that you weren't in the right headspace to be around the boys. you just wanted to go lie in your own bed and contemplate the previous conversation you had with lia.

renjun's eyebrows furrowed as he scanned your face, coming closer and grabbing your hand. "have you been crying?"

feeling called out, you mirrored his expression. "no? what makes you think that?" you ask defensively.

his face remained firm, giving you a look that showed he knew you were lying. "your nose is red. that is such a tell tale sign for you crying."

you muttered a quiet 'shit' under your breath and tugged his arm that was still attached to your hand towards the front door. "can we go on a walk please?" you say, the room falling completely silent out of nosiness and concern. renjun silently nodded and followed you out of the front door and into the elevator.

the elevator ride down was silent. it was silent until the two of you walked out of the lobby and down into the street. "should we go to the park?" renjun asked, squeezing your hand that he has not let go of since he first grabbed it. you nodded, slightly swinging your hands together. 

after walking quietly for about five minutes, the two of you reached the park and sat on a familiar park bench that you and the boys go to often.

renjun let go of your hand and grabbed a seat first, putting his arm over the back of the bench as if he was inviting you to cuddle into him. you flashed him a shy smile and sit next to him, throwing your legs over his lap and snuggling into him.

he has yet to say anything. he's learned over the year of being with you that you'll open up when you're ready and not to rush you. 

it took a few moments before you found the courage to speak up, "i want to go home."

"but we were just at home?"`

"no. 'australia' home."

"okay."

you stared at him, puzzled. "that's it? you're okay with that?"

he nods his head, grabbing your hand. "i'm okay with it. the real question is are you okay with it? are you ready to go back?"

and that's exactly why you're stuck. you had thought about going home a lot recently, even before lia brought it up. the last few years in australia were life changing to say the least. you knew you'd go back eventually and face the past but not this soon. but over the last few days, you've realized it's something you must do in order to move on.

"honestly, renjun? no, i am so scared. but it's something i need to do." you answered, shakily while leaning on his shoulder.

you felt him nodding his head with a small 'mhm..' vibrating through his body. "may.. may i ask what's brought this on all of a sudden?"

you turn your head up to look at him, faces close together. "i've been trying to write but it's almost like i have writers block. except with my childhood memories. i can't seem to remember a lot. it started a few days ago. i thought about going home once. but then i thought about it again and again. then i called lia.. and she suggested the same thing. i think it's time. it's kind of bittersweet, thinking about going home. part of me longs to go back home but the other part is scared shitless." you rambled.

renjun peered down at you, looking between your eyes. "alright baby. it's no problem. we'll go back to the dorms and figure out the logistics soon."

you nodded at the start of his suggestion but looked at him confused as he finished it. "soon? why soon?"

he smiled and leaned down, kissing you softly. he put his free hand on your chin, holding you as you kissed. renjun then pulled away, "i don't know about you but i hear the playground calling our names." he said with a childish smile plastered on his face.

"i am so in love with you." you mumble, staring at him lovingly. you quickly looked around the park, making sure there was nobody around before laughing and jumping off the bench to run towards the playground. "last one to the swings is a rotten egg!"

by the time you two got back to the apartment, the lights were off in the hallway. only the tv light could be seen shining from the living room. you guys walked into the room and saw that the group were already about halfway through the movie and mark's girlfriend, also one of your closest friends, had joined.

spotting a spare seat next to mark and rina on the three seater couch, you let go of renjun's waist that you were previously holding and head towards the couple quietly. rina lets out a small sound of surprise as you fit yourself into the couple's cuddles. "hi, my rainbow. where've you been?" she asked as she leaned over and gave a quick kiss to your cheek.

"yo, why did my dick twitch a little?" mark mumbled, watching the two of you. both rina and you rolled your eyes at him. renjun walked behind the couch, heading to the only free seat in the room on the beanbag but not without smacking mark across the head first.

you couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of them, knowing mark meant no harm. "renjun and i were at the park, having a chat." you explained, nuzzling yourself into rina. your friend shifted in her seat, turning her full attention to you.

"shit, what about?" she asked, pulling the blanket away from mark and onto your legs instead.

"well, we wer-"

"oh my god, here we go again. can you guys talk in another room please? you do this every time you see each other. the two of you literally talk for hours." chenle groaned, throwing his head back before looking at the pair of you. there were mumbles of agreement, even from your boyfriends.

giggles fell from both yours and your friend's lips as the two of you push off the couch and into the kitchen to talk. rina pulls herself onto the kitchen bench and you mirror her action but onto the kitchen island. "alright, spill." rina says, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl next to her.

"i'm going back home to australia for a while." you say, scanning rina's face. 

she stopped peeling her banana and slowly nodded, thinking about what to say. "okay.. and am i invited?" she asked, taking a bite of the banana.

you looked at her confused at apparently her only thought. "you don't have anything else to say? any advice? am i being crazy?"

"well shit, if you're going back there then you'll need moral support. which will be me!" she exclaims cheerfully.

you thought for a second. you two had been talking about going on vacation for awhile and she is actually incredible support. it'll also give rina a chance to go back home too. "i mean, i don't see why not? renjun and i decided on going during his break. would mark be okay with that?" you asked. rina quickly shoved the rest of the banana in her mouth, letting out a muffled 'let me ask.'

she jumped off of the kitchen bench and walked back into the living room with you not too far behind her. "mark, wanna go to australia with us?" she asked quite loudly over the movie. the room erupted in noise, some of the boys talking amongst each other and others trying to talk to you two girls.

"shit, i didn't know i'd cause that much of a fuss." she awkwardly mumbled, returning to her seat next to mark.

chenle spoke up loudly over the noise, "why are you guys going to australia?" he asked looking between you and rina. you groaned, walking to the lightswitch and turning it on so you can actually see everybody properly. you grabbed the remote off the table and quickly paused the movie.

"me and renjun are going back to australia to go sort things out. some family things." which wasn't entirely a lie, "rina wants to come because we've been planning a holiday together long before renjun and i even started dating. she'll also be going home to australia so obviously she wouldn't go without mark." you continued to explain.

it was jeno that spoke up next, "well, can we come too?" he asked softly next to jaemin. the two of them both showing you a very similar innocent, boyish look. you look at renjun, silently asking for help. 

he pushed himself out of the beanbag and made his way over to where you were standing by the tv, "well, how about we go, just us, for the first few days and then the rest of them can join us later?" 

you nodded in approval, look at everyone else to see if they give the same approval. everyone was showing some way of saying yes. it was jisung who spoke up next, "where are we even going?"

"we're going back to my hometown on the gold coast." the room erupted in noise again, but this time in excited chatter. whilst everyone was talking, you turn to renjun with a half excited and half scared look on your face.

"i guess this is it. i'm going home."

[hell-drabbles]

It's 3am and I'm suddenly in the mood to proclaim my love(?) for your works so here we go 🍪🥛

Your works (for this fandom) have these gory and uncomfortable....themes sometimes that just really makes it absolutely fascinating to read. To make MC and the reader be so...unique? Like neither this good innocent blorbo nor quirky girlboss (which isn't meant to degrade them) but a secret third thing.

I usually prefer to read xreader romance or light(er) yandere works but this territory of not quite romance or yandere but just....obsession in its rawest and ugliest form is so addicting. I love reading tragedies that end terribly for everyone (or at least the aggressor) and embittered companion is like peeking into a deep black hole that you know is not gonna end but you jump anyways bc the curiosity is too great.

Idk it's too much to read smts, companion always being 2nd kinda hits a bit too close home and what a disappointment Raon is (I just need to squeeze him real good like slime) but I wouldn't have it in any other way. It's like watching something burn in front of me and I can't look away. Scratching a healing wound. Squishing insects. Wouldn't think of it usually but when presented with the opportunity, it's hard to ignore even though I know better. Not to say that your works are "bad" and 'immoral' or anything, I just get the same vibe when I read them. Disgust, satisfaction, guilt, fascination, hatred.

Anyways, thx for your hard work and I wish you a nice day and weekend 🍀🫶

Man I kept this in my inbox for so long. I just, want to keep it in my inbox forever because reading it every time just lifts my mood up instantly!

Anyways, here's me rambling.

I've spoken of my distaste for the canon MC of this game time and time again, and while the easy solution could've easily have been to just... cut out all of the things I hated(the rampant insecurity, goldfish memory, doormat kindness, passivity), I'm a believer that anything can work and I figured "let's make you worse. I refuse to let the narrative brush all of those aside." And, obviously, I have to further satisfy my need to put my Ra-on in his place, so here be the Companion! Force of nature extraordinaire! They too shall suffer, because that is how I show my love!

Honestly, I can't really write pure innocent blorbos for the life of me. I need them to be a little fucked up in some form or another for my brain to be interested. That and I love nothing more than to see two messed individuals tear at each other, be it emotionally or physically. It's just fun. But also, an innocent blorbo that can do no wrong just wouldn't fit in the setting I have in my head. I know Solomon referenced the devils as being similar to that, but that defangs the devils, you know? They've lived a while. I think they deserve to be fucked up in the ways devils should be.

(That being said, I need to write the ways in which Lucifer is fucked up, you know, beyond the self-mutilation.)

Definitely keeping that though, the fact that Solomon sees the devils as innocent as a way to showcase how favoritism completely and utterly blinds him in the same way it does my Ra-on's. God, I bet the Companion would despise him. They go out of their way to discredit his statement on their innocence, and then he acts as if the Companion is the ignorant and naive one here, it's so fucking condescending. "You don't know them that well, then. With time, you'll come to understand. You are young, after all." Don't you just hate that?

Anyways...

I do aim to make people feel uncomfortable, or at least unsettled, so I'm glad to see that's the reaction I got. It's gotta strike that careful balance of discomfort, but also still be fascinated to see how it ends.

Oh obsession, how I love you so, and I love the way it manifests in different ways beyond the "you're mine and I want to keep you trapped always." My brain doesn't like eating just one flavor of obsession, it needs them all. I do enjoy yandere but it's very difficult to find stuff that's made for me, because often writers use them for romance specifically. I use yanderes for horror. Horror for both the object of obsession and the person sinking into that obsession. I think it's neat!

Fun fact, my first exposure to yanderes, before I even knew the term, was a character called Kizami Yuuya from Corpse Party. My second exposure I think was that pink-haired girl from Future Diary, but I dropped it as soon as it was made clear the main character was going to return her feelings. I'm not into that. I just want horror. Gimme. I want everyone to have a horrible time!

I'm glad to see that is does scratch a specific itch. My Ra-on is certainly a piece of work and is certainly not beyond saving, but boy is he frustrating to deal with. A cycle of guilt, self-loathing, selfishness and passivity. Oh, what a mess he is! He's been pampered for too long, the Companion will knock a thing or two into him. Eventually. There be a lot of things happening in Hell after all.

Anyways, thank you for enjoying my works, as horrendously slow as I may be.

[abiiors]

Omg omg what about Ross’ reaction finding out that you are pregnant? That man is going to be the death of me 😭😭😭

omg omg omg okay 😭😭

i've already mentioned that you find out you're pregnant with april a week before your wedding. everything is already so stressful and chaotic. every single last minute change and finalisation is happening all at once and you haven't even had the time to breathe until you put your foot down and take the evening off just to relax a bit.

it's anything but relaxing though.

you see the notification pop up while you're scrolling through reels--your period tracking app reminding you to log your period in. it's innocent enough, you know you've forgotten to log it in in the past and received similar notifications but this one makes you sit up.

ross, next to you, also sits up in confusion.

"you alright?"

"yeah, uh... ross. fuck!" you swear so softly that he barely even hears it at first but the way your face goes pale alerts him. "fuck, two weeks!"

"what's two weeks? everything alright? you're scaring me babe!"

you wag the phone screen in front of him as if that's instantly going to clue him in but the confusion on his face remains the same.

"my period! it's two weeks late, it's... shit."

"o...kay?" he takes a deep breath and turns you towards him. "let's not jump to conclusions okay? do you think it could be the wedding stress?"

you wrack your brain to see if this explanation fits. to remember if you did indeed have your period and forgot about it in the middle of all the chaos. but absolutely nothing comes to mind. until... until another memory resurges.

both of you returning home drunk from your respective bachelor parties, coincidentally at the same time. sloppily fucking each other in the living room. and you can't remember if you used any protection.

"ross..." you squeeze your eyes shut as more of the memory plays in front of you. "remember the night of my hen do?"

he doesn't need to answer it because he pales visibly and curses softly under his breath.

"okay. okay here's what we will do, alright? just... i don't know, just lie down and i'll run to the shop and pick up a few tests if you want. how does that sound?"

he says all of it so quickly that you barely have the time to understand but you nod frantically and watch him run out the room.

---

twenty minutes later, he's back home--slightly out of breath and wide eyed but there's unmistakable excitement on his face. and something that suspiciously looks like... hope.

"ross..."

"i know, i know," he says, "we don't know yet but... fuck, okay! just take the test, okay? let's do that first."

and so you do. you do your business and keep the three tests on the counter, trying not to look at them when you wash your hands and as you're setting the timer. when you open the bathroom door, ross is pacing outside.

"alright?"

you nod and then bury your face in his chest. "what if it's positive, do you want it to be positive?"

ross lifts your chin to make you look at him properly and then smiles softly. "do you want it to be positive? i would be honoured to have a baby with you, sweetheart. you already are my family. expanding it with you would be the greatest thing ever."

if you weren't already on the verge of tears, that would have done the job.

"hey..." he wipes them away softly. "i want this baby, love, but that doesn't mean you don't get a say in it. if you're not ready right now, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us, yeah?"

"i know... just," you sniffle, blinking the tears away, "i want--i want a baby with you so so badly. i'm just worried--"

"about the timing?"

"yeah... about that."

"we'll make it work, love. if... if this is really happening," his voice sounds thick with emotion and his eyes shine brightly, "if we are really having a baby, i'll do everything possible to make it easier on you."

you nod, letting yourself feel just a smidge of excitement at the prospect of it.

"and if it's negative?"

"then we can start trying whenever you want." he grins and steals a quick kiss. "we can start trying right now. or on our honeymoon, or at the wedding. i reckon you'd look absolutely delicious in your dress, mrs macdonald."

"can't call me that just yet," you giggle and wipe away the rest of the tears.

"too late," he smiles, "i've called you that in my head for at least two years now."

you're about to respond when the timer goes off and you look at him, part petrified, part nervous, and entirely hopeful.

"let's look together?" he holds his hand out for you to grab and you take it gratefully.

ten seconds later when you look at the definitive plus signs on all three tests, you know your life is about to change for the best.

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp keeps the toad he had on Wano and brings it with him to the ship without anyone noticing (because he fears what Nami will say to him, honestly) and Sanji catches him one day with it in his workshop. Usopp tries to make up a excuse, saying the toad just jumped into the ship with them and it has nothing to do with the fact that he has grown very very fond of it, but Sanji knows better. He suddenly goes away and Usopp fears the worst, thinking they're gonna make him get rid of his baby. But then Sanji comes into the workshop again, this time with a little plate in his hand and Usopp can't believe the sight in front of him.

Sanji is visibly uncomfortable but trying to keep up with a smile. "This is the hardest thing I've ever done. For fuck's sake, get this thing away from me or I'll throw up instantly." But he's referring to the plate he's holding, and not Pyonnosuke. Because he's prepared what seems a dish with some insects and stuff they use to catch fishes and other animals. Basically, Sanji got into the storage room and grabbed the insects they use for bait to give them to the toad.

Usopp never thought he'd fall in love more with Sanji, but turns out he still can.

So he just grabs the plate for him and starts feeding Pyonnosuke with a huge grin on his face. He thinks that Sanji will still be disgusted, but he's knelt right beside him watching the toad eat, being the happiest Usopp has ever seen him.

The sniper rests his head on Sanji's shoulder and looks up. "Isn't this... Extremely disgusting for you?"

"The insects?" He shivers at the thought. "Fuck, yes. I fucking hate them. But-" Sanji keeps staring at Pyonnosuke, and, you know, it looks adorable. "I think I like this little guy a lot. Cute thing you've got there, Usopp. How could you hide it from me?"

Usopp looks away, a bit embarrassed at the confession. "I didn't think you'd like him, honestly. You don't seem very fond of... Amphibians?"

Sanji shrugs. "I'm fond of whoever eats my food happily and looks just as adorable as this little thing. Right, cutie?"

And so Usopp has to watch Sanji get along with Pyonnosuke for a long, long while, talking to the toad as if it were their real child. And turns out Usopp isn't even bothered about Pyonnosuke jumping to be on Sanji's hands and loving him, perhaps even a bit more than he loves Usopp. The sight he's witnessing is the most adorable thing on earth.

After a while, Usopp just has to ask. "Are you... Going to tell anyone about this?"

"What?!" Sanji seems so offended that he ends up yelling, Pyonnosuke jumping to rest on his shoulder. "No! I love Nami-san, but she would kick this baby out of here. I'm not letting anybody do this to our little family, mon coeur."

Little family.

Okay, that rewired his brain completely.

Usopp stares at Pyonnosuke falling asleep on Sanji's shoulder. Thing he does only when he feels safe enough to be with somebody. He's just as frightened of the world as Usopp is, no wonder he only feels safe around Sanji. The sniper can't fight the smile he makes when he sees this. "I think he likes you."

"Really?" Sanji pats the toad on his little head. "I love him already."

I love you, Usopp wants to say. But he doesn't. He just approaches Sanji without any warning and steals a soft, short kiss from him. The cook blushes uncontrollably while deep red takes over his cheeks. "What was that one for?"

Usopp shurgs his shoulders. "I think I like you even more than Pyonnosuke does."

Sanji can just laugh at that. "You two are very similar, after all." The cook holds his hand while he caresses the back of his palm. "I like you a lot too."

[mlink64]

Can you write something about when mingi caught you masturbating ??(I'm so horny help)

Lawd, all the sub!mingi brainrot rn 😫 sometimes you need a huge little helping hand from your sweet extremely hot and large roommate

Fem bodied reader, dom!reader, roommate Mingi, subby Mingi, lingerie, slight corruption kink

Find part two here

WC ~780

👇👇👇Smut 👇👇👇

He comes home early one day and finds you sprawled out on your bed, looking like an absolute angel in a pretty pink babydoll with your hand down the matching panties

Your little whimpers and moans make him hard almost instantly, so it takes a moment for him to process what's happening before he yelps and spins to face away from your enticing form

"Oh my god I am so sorry! I'll, I'll come back later!"

You jump slightly as his deep voice jolts you from your lust-fueled trance

If it was anyone else you probably would have jumped up immediately and slammed the door so you could die of embarrassment, but this was Mingi

Your extremely hot, tall, broad, roommate Mingi

The very person you were imagining just moments before

You're too far gone to think rationally at the moment, instead sliding off your bed and over to your frozen roommate

A shiver goes up his spine and his cock twitches as he feels your presence come up behind him

"It's fine Mingi, promise" you whisper breathily, gently placing a reassuring hand on his strong back

It's like a jolt of electricity between you two at the small point of contact that shoots straight through your bodies

His cock jumps again as you feel a gush of arousal in your already ruined panties

"If you want..." you venture, your hand sliding around his sculpted torso to rest provocatively against his waistband "You can keep watching"

This can't be real is all he can think in his heady state, still frozen on the spot

When he doesn't react you take a daring step closer, your flushed skin now pressing into his back as you slide your other hand around his body to rest suggestively at his hip

Mingi really is hard as a rock now, a fact which you are quick to notice when your curiosity gets the better of you and you slide a hand down to palm him through his sweats

You're not blind, man is big. It's not like he walks around naked or even in boxers, but you've still caught yourself eying his package when he's just been lounging around in sweats or pyjama pants (once even when he came home from the gym, his shorts sticking to his sweaty body in a way that you found yourself thinking back on for weeks after)

Your suspicions of him being on the larger side are, of course, confirmed as you palm him

Not expecting the sudden bold move, Mingi inadvertently lets out a strangled moan at your touch, his head lolling back

If you weren't soaked before you sure were now...his groan going straight to your throbbing cunt

Unable to hold back any longer you drag your roommate through the bedroom door by the back of his shirt

He stumbles a bit, but before he can trip over his own two feet you spin him around and shove him onto your bed

Mingi didn't think he could get any more turned on but something about the juxtaposition of your sudden display of strength and your pretty little outfit had him leaking into his boxers like he was a hormone-crazed middle schooler all over again

You look like an absolute goddess standing before him - hair ruffled and chest heaving, your eyes shine with pure lust as you shamelessly take in his form

You clench at the sight, your dopey roommate sprawled out on top of your sheets; his long legs almost hanging off the edge of the bed and his eyes wider than you've ever seen them...all for you

Mingi stays silent, his brain still short-circuiting as a result of his sweet, tiny roommate yanking him around like a ragdoll

He doesn't even know where to look, it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again - taking in the curve of your lips, your chest clad in delicate lace, the way your necklace (the one you never took off, a fact he found rather endearing) nestled so perfectly against your collarbone, the soft skin of your throat, your small hands and feet. He always teased you about being so short (it's not your fault he's 10ft tall) but right now you looked larger than life - confident, sexy, powerful...size be damned, you were running this show

You walked over, your hooded gaze never leaving his own as you crawled onto the bed in between his legs

As you neared him, Mingi's hands move towards you practically of their own accord; barely grazing your hips before you grab his wrists and push them down onto the sheets

"Now, now...I said you could watch"

To be continued...

[dominimoonbeam]

The Lonely Hearts Club

This one got away from me, people. I was like "I'm gonna write a rain day coffee shop au oneshot!" I started out with an Asher/Gavin moment and then somehow it leaned into Asher/Gavin/David territory and... my friend... if you could see the ideas rolling around in my brain for this trio...

<3 <3 <3

tags: non-magic au, coffee shop au, break ups, light angst, self doubt, are we flirting yet?

david/gavin/asher aka Davinsher

The Lonely Hearts Club

It started raining just after Asher walked in. That seemed right. It was pouring.

“What can I get you?”

He’d gone to his favorite café but now that he was there, he just felt like leaving. What if Paul showed up? God, that would be so awkward. But what was he supposed to do? Never go anywhere again? Give up his own favorite place?

“Do you need more time?”

God, the last thing he needed was more time. Was there an option to just stop time? Maybe wake up in a world where no one knew him?

A pair of hands clapped in front of his face and Asher jumped, blinking at the big guy behind the counter. He frowned beautifully, one eyebrow arched in a clear “what the fuck?”

Asher laughed apologetically, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry. Long day.”

“It’s noon.”

“Long week?”

“Tuesday.”

Asher huffed another laugh. “Sorry.”

The barista, David if his name tag was true, shrugged his big shoulders. “What do you want?”

“Oh. Um…” The last year of his life back?

The big guy sighed. “Your usual?”

Asher deflated a little. No. This was not an iced blonde caramel macchiato day. “Can I just get a regular coffee?”

He’d thought the barista was permanently frowning—it was part of his charm and one of the reasons this was Asher’s favorite café—but then he really did frown, and it was completely different. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Asher pulled his card out, ready to pay.

David huffed but tapped the register.

After paying, Asher stepped to the side, attention drawn toward the rainwater waterfalling down the big windows again.

“You getting just coffee too?” the barista asked the next person, an edge of sarcasm in his deep voice as he filled the cup for Asher, leaving a third for space for milk.

Asher hadn’t even noticed that someone was behind him in line until then, heat rushing to his face. How long had he made this guy wait? Fuck. He should just go home… only he definitely didn’t want to go back there.

The guy in line barked a laugh and stepped up to the counter. “You wish I’d go easy on you.”

The way he said it, with the sideways pull of his lips into a smirk, made it sound lewd and gave Asher chills. The barista, David, on the other hand didn’t seem to notice or care. He handed Asher his coffee and frowned again—the real frown, before rolling his shoulders and cocking his head back to look at the new customer. His eyebrow lifted. “Well?”

The new guy leaned into the counter, to get closer to him. “Quad shot over light ice, light oat milk, 2 pumps of vanilla, sweet cream cold foam, cinnamon drizzle.”

“Mmhm,” David replied, sounding completely unimpressed and unsurprised and hitting a couple buttons on the register. “Anything else?”

“Your number?”

David huffed and to Asher’s complete shock, smiled. Fuck, he’d never seen that either. It was almost enough to make him forget his whole fucking week.

He poured milk into his coffee and moved along, sitting down in a corner table to kill some time.

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, tapping the screen to life and instantly regretting it.

Chrissy had sent him another screengrab of a conversation with Paul. Christian thought he was being helpful… or maybe just alleviating his own guilt by showing Asher all the shit his ex was saying about him? Fuck.

“Hey.”

Asher looked up, surprised to see the guy from the line standing in front of him. He had his drink in his hand, the straw between his lips and his hip cocked to the side. His nails were painted dark green and his knuckles on his right hand were bruised. He sucked at that straw and Asher’s brain went blank for a second. “Hey?” fell out of his mouth by some miracle.

The stranger swallowed, let the straw go, and nudged his chin at the chair opposite Asher at the little table. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Asher blinked and then smiled, shaking his head and gesturing at the chair. “All yours.” It didn’t even occur to him that there were plenty of vacant ones around them to snag. If he wanted this one, he could take it.

The stranger snagged the back of the seat and pulled, only he didn’t take it away. He drew it out and then sat down across from him, their knees bumping under the table.

Asher sat up straighter to pull his knees back, his mind still reeling. The guy wanted to sit with him?

“My name is Gavin.”

“Asher.” He smiled, more than a little relieved not to be sitting alone anymore. Asher wasn’t really great at being alone. He didn’t like it. His thoughts got away from him when he was alone. He took a sip from his mug and winced, having forgotten what he got.

Gavin smiled. It was sly and pretty at the same time. “So… Why are you punishing yourself with that?”

“Hm? What? I’m not.”

Gavin stirred his drink by the straw, one pierced eyebrow lifting as he waited for another answer.

Asher laughed and sagged back in his chair. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

Gavin stopped stirring, eyes widening. “You’re kidding. I just got out of a relationship, like an hour ago!”

Asher leaned forward. “Seriously? Mine was a few days ago but, man, I’m sorry.”

Gavin shook his head. “It was sort of a weekend fling with this couple. I mean, I had hoped it would be an ongoing thing but whatever…”

Asher smiled, glad the guy wasn’t broken-hearted at least.

“So, your breakup,” Gavin said, tonguing his straw back into his mouth.

Asher forced his gaze back up to his new friend’s eyes, rather than watching him suck and swallow.

“Who cheated?”

“What?” Asher jumped, bumping the table and almost spilling his coffee.

Gavin’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. So, you did?”

“No! No, no one did.” Asher smiled but it felt strained now. Fuck. He used to be so good at talking to people. He was known for making friends everywhere he went! But that had been before Paul… “We just grew apart.”

“And this guy broke up with you?”

Asher blinked, not sure why Gavin was putting so much emphasis on the ‘you’ in his sentence. He looked down at himself and then shrugged.

Gavin smirked and sat back, drink in hand, eyeing him.  “How long were you two together?”

“Almost a year.”

Gavin pursed his lips. “Did you live together?”

Asher sighed. “Yeah.”

“Who moved out?”

“I did. Why?”

“He dumped you, and you moved out, but this wasn’t like an explosive fight or something?”

Asher laughed. “This isn’t a puzzle. We broke up. The apartment was his, so I’m out.” Out and crashing with a friend until he got a new place.

“Why did you really break up? Do you have a weird addiction? A fetish?” Gavin grinned at that.

Asher laughed harder, for the first time having a conversation about this and not wanting to run away. “No! Nothing weird, no addictions. It just didn’t work.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

Asher felt his face fall blank. “What?”

Gavin nodded, still looking at him. “Your nice, funny, sweet, and gorgeous. Why would someone break up with you?”

Asher smiled and hoped he wasn’t blushing too bad. “Well, why did your couple break up with you?” he countered, sipping his coffee and almost not wincing at it this time.

Gavin shrugged his shoulders. He was wearing a tank top even though it was raining outside. “They’re a couple. They’re in love. They thought they wanted a third but after getting it out of their system, it turns out they just wanted a weekend.”

Asher lost his smile as the man spoke. He said it all like it was boring, but there was hurt there—disappointment. Asher nodded. “I’m sorry that didn’t work out. You seem great.”

“Gorgeous even?” Gavin grinned.

Asher couldn’t help but smile back. “Definitely gorgeous.”

-

Gavin took another drink of his perfectly executed coffee. This was his favorite café, not just because of location and the cozy dark décor, not even because of the great coffee and food, but because of that beautiful, grumpy barista. David.

He had been casually flirting with David for half a year. He knew David wasn’t taking it seriously and, honestly, that was the only reason it was okay that Gavin kept doing it. He swore, if he ever spotted David outside of his damn job, he would seriously ask him out. But asking someone out at their place of work was too creepy even for Gavin.

And then he’d been completely distracted from the hot barista by the sad guy in line ahead of him.

Gavin was nothing if not impulsive. And talking to Asher, only left him more confused about the situation. What idiot could have dated this guy for a year and let him go? What was wrong with him? He tried to imagine Asher as a jerk or a controlling asshole or maybe even a serial killer, but nothing fit.

Asher took another drink from his coffee and pinched his mouth, putting the barely touched mug back down.

A shadow loomed over them and they both looked up. David rolled his eyes and put an iced blonde caramel macchiato down in front of Asher before taking the regular coffee away with a shake of his head.

“Oh. Um. But I didn’t…” Asher tried.

David drank the coffee Asher had been working on and went back to his post behind the counter.

Gavin grinned. Fascinating! “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him come out from behind there before…”

Asher blushed but watched David too. “Right?”

“Is that your usual?” Gavin asked, pretty sure he knew the answer. Did the hot barista have a crush on this recently dumped sweetheart? Oh, Gavin was feeling his inner cupid coming out to play…

Asher took a sip and sighed, nodding.

“You know, just between us, I come to this café—”

“For the barista?” Asher finished in an awed whisper.

Gavin looked at Asher, nodding.

“Same!” he whisper-yelled, knee bumping Gavin’s under the table and this time staying.

Gavin felt his own pulse jump, surprising him.

“I can hear you idiots,” David grumbled, taking another drink of Asher’s former-coffee.

Asher’s eyes went huge but Gavin twisted to the side to smile back at David. “You could just join us then. It’s not like this place is bustling and with that weather…” He waved at one of the windows, a blur of rain water gushing down it. “We’re making a lonely hearts club. Do you want to join?”

David leaned forward, tattooed elbow on the counter and chin in his palm. He looked just as disinterest as before but asked, “What makes you think I’m lonely?”

Gavin smiled. “I guess, because if I were dating you, I would be here all the time.”

“You are here all the time…” David pointed out.

Gavin’s smile bloomed into a full grin. “Is that your way of asking me out?”

David’s eyes flared just a little, his body tensing when he stood upright again and a hint of a blush spreading on his face. “Drink your damn coffee.” He turned and pretend to clean the espresso machine.

Gavin watched him for another second, his huge shoulders straining the back of that black t-shirt. He picked up his coffee and tongued the straw into his mouth, taking a deep suck.

He was drawn from his thoughts about the barista by the warm feel of attention and cut his eyes to the side to catch Asher watching his mouth. Asher blushed and pushed his gaze down to the table when he realized he’d been caught.

Gavin’s day had started off feeling like it was all going downhill and now he was making two men blush. Yes, this was picking up. “So… What are you into?”

Asher swallowed his sip of coffee and blinked those beautiful eyes at Gavin. “What? Oh, I work at this big distribution center. I basically move shit around and pack orders for other stores.” He smiled. “It’s more fun than it sounds.”

Gavin nodded. “Not what I meant.”

Asher poked his straw at his ice. “Oh. Like after work? Gym, hiking with some friends, I mean, I haven’t gone in a while but I used to and it was a lot of fun…”

Gavin bumped his leg against Asher’s under the table, thrilling again at the way the other guy’s breath caught and his gaze flicked up to his. He had meant to ask what he liked in bed. He was trying to flirt…but there was something interesting about Asher’s answer. “If you liked hiking, why did you stop?” Asher looked surprised. Why? It was the obvious next question, wasn’t it?

“I mean, hiking wasn’t really my thing, I was just tagging along.”

“Did your hiking friend make you feel like you were just tagging along?”

“Hux? No! No, of course not.” He laughed. “God, he’s so nice. I’m actually crashing at his place right now while I…” His smile faded and he sank a little in his seat. “It’s not that we grew apart, or that my friends did anything, I just… sort of stopped showing up for a while?”

Gavin had made a hobby out of studying people, out of understanding people. He set his coffee to the side and leaned forward, forearms on the table between them, and looked right up into Asher’s face. “We’re strangers. If you don’t want to see me again after today you never will.” Asher started to reply, inhaling like the idea hurt, and Gavin smiled and shook his head, continuing before this kind person could assure him he didn’t want that. “Why did you break up? For real. Not the socially correct answer or the one you’re going to tell everyone you know—not the one you and this guy agreed on—not the one he’s saying—just… between you and a stranger, why?”

Asher stared back at him and Gavin could see him deciding how to answer, if he really could, and then what the real answer even was. A grimace rippled across his face, tears misting his eyes. “He broke up with me because… He says I cheated on him. He was always jealous, always paranoid, always accusing me… I tried to—” He cut himself off with a press of lips and a shake of his head. “We broke up because he’s a bad person,” he whispered, words no less strong for their quiet.

Gavin’s heart ached. He nodded and touched Asher’s hand on the table, seeing the relief on the man’s face when he squeezed it. “Good. He sounds like an asshole. You can do better,” Gavin said, keeping his hand and their new nearness. “Can I taste your coffee?”

Asher exhaled a relieved laugh, rubbing away a tear that hadn’t quite fallen and offering his drink. “Of course.”

Gavin took a sip and hummed, nodding in approval.

Asher grinned, looking even lighter and brighter than before.

“Okay, now tell me about the hiking friends.”

[samynnad102687]

| Feb 1st - Shower. | @jegulus-microfic | 718 words | CW- mention of past suicide attempt, minor panic attack

Regulus was confused when he walked into the house. It was quiet, which was unusual. There was typically music playing or the telly or James and Sirius arguing about something unimportant. He toed off his boots and hung up his coat before walking further into the house. Regulus pulled out his phone to check his messages. Sometimes, he got so busy with work that he would miss a message from James telling him that he would be out. No new messages. Did James tell him that he was going to be late today? Regulus couldn't remember, but then again, it had been a hectic day at the bookshop with the book signing and all. Regulus was surprised that he remembered to grab all of his belongings on the way home. "James?" Regulus called out, but there was no answer. He went to the kitchen first. No, James. Regulus walked around the ground floor of the house and found no sign of James. It was like he hadn't been there all day. Everything was still in the same place as when Regulus went to work that morning. That was strange. He started to make his way upstairs to their bedroom when he heard the shower running. Okay. James was in the shower. Regulus knocked on the door gently before calling James' name again. There was no answer. Why wasn't James answering him? Regulus tried the handle, and it was unlocked. That was a relief. They never locked the bathroom door in the house. Not after Regulus found James passed out on the floor with blood dripping on the floor from his wrists. Regulus opened the door slowly, still preparing himself for the worst. He didn't like that that was where his mind went first, but that was the scariest day of his life. Not knowing if James was going to wake up. Not knowing if he had lost the love of his life and knowing that he wasn't there for him when James needed him most. "Jamie?" Regulus called out tentatively again as he walked into the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain, and there was no James. Instead, he saw red-tinted water running down the drain, and Regulus' heart dropped in his stomach. Regulus frantically turned around, prepared to run around the house until he found James, but as soon as he turned around, James was standing there with red water droplets running down his naked body. "JAMES!" Regulus exclaimed frantically as he looked for any sign of injury. "Oh, hey, love. I didn't know you were home already." James smiled as he grabbed a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around his waist. Regulus couldn't comprehend what was going on. Red water in the bath. Red water droplets on James. There was no visible injury, but he still couldn't get the image of James passed out on the bathroom floor out of his brain as his heartbeat sped up. "Whoa, whoa. Breathe for me, love. I'm here. I just need you to breathe," James said soothingly as he grabbed Regulus' hand and put it on his own heart. "Come on. I know you can do it. Match mine." It took a minute, but Regulus was able to match James' breathing, and the wet skin under his hand helped to ground him. Regulus took a deep breath and looked into James' concerned hazel eyes. "There you are, love." Regulus took another deep breath. "What happened?" "Red water," Regulus replied quietly, and James seemed to understand instantly. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you." James let out a huff of a laugh as he pulled Regulus in for a tight hug. "I wanted to surprise you," he said sheepishly. "Surprise me?" "Yeah. I didn't think you would be home yet." "But the shower and the red." Regulus stared uncomprehendingly. "Why was the shower on and the water red?" "Oh, that. I forgot something, so I jumped out and ran to get it." James pointed to the bottle on the counter. "But why was the water red?" Regulus asked, frustrated now that he knew James was okay. "I dyed my hair," James said with a shy smile. It was then that Regulus finally looked up at James' dripping wet locks and noticed the red tint to them.

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