#and i basically had to ride it out whilst at work and yeah

[sttoru]

toji x nympho reader 🤭

⟣ tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut. overstimulation, creampies, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, daddy kink, slight slapping, cum play, blowjobs, thigh riding, fingering, positions mentioned; cowgirl, doggy. he’s mean sometimes teehee. reader gets called ‘doll & princess’. separate headcanons + small drabbles under cut.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was sure of it; no woman could ever keep up with his stamina or libido. he was surprisingly proven wrong when he met you—your sexual desires were almost too much to keep up with. that last statement goes for the average man, at least.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was no regular man at all. in many ways. and especially when it comes to sex and all that it comes with. with all his experience, he knew just the right techniques to satisfy a woman and keep her entertained for a long time. plus, his stamina and size were no joke due to his constant training and bulky physique.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never misses on the opportunity of satisfying your needs. you could wake him up at 3 a.m with the question if he could help with you with a certain ‘problem’ and he’ll grunt—surely—but doesn’t hesitate to roll over on his back and let you pull his boxers down whilst encouraging you to ride him in an exhausted manner.

“c’mon, weren’t you the one asking if you could fuck y’rself on my cock? ya either do it right or get off.” mean as always. but somehow, it increased the pleasure you were feeling already—that hoarse, raspy morning voice of toji’s echoes in your ear with each sentence uttered. it was even hotter when he’d grunt or groan under his breath. toji had one hand on your ass, squeezing or lazily spanking it whenever your hips slammed down on his. his other arm was draped over his eyes, keeping them closed since he was in the mood to continue sleeping—basically half-asleep, in contrast to your energy filled body which was riding his cock continuously. “mhmm, jus’ like that. fuck y’rself dumb on my dick, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you get turned on very easily just from him doing the most simplest of things. what really gets you going is his body—the way his big, masculine hands knead at the flesh on your waist whenever he hugs you from behind, the veins running through them making your pussy tingle. . or when he stretches and warms up in your bedroom before going on a mission—that makes you rub your thighs together. and you make it known that you’re turned on by him just by looking at him with those seductive eyes.

and 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 can’t deny that your horniness awakens his.

ass up, face down—your body was getting pounded into the bed by none other than toji, who was fed up with the constant lustful looks you gave him whilst he worked out. it made him lose all concentration, which wasn’t good, since he needed to prepare for a bounty he was going to take on that night. thus, toji took out his frustrations on you and your greedy cunt; “ya hear that? y’re fuckin’ dripping for this cock to fill ya up—yeah? wan’ me to fuck some of my cum into y’r cunt before i go?” you whine and nod whilst your noises were muffled by the pillow. your body ached for toji and you were desperate to get anything from him, any sensual touches would do—your pussy was sensitive and needed its release. toji knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round, however, so he was determined to go make it a challenge: fuck you until you’re leaking his cum from all your holes and passed out from exhaustion.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 loves it when you shamelessly or shyly beg him to suck his dick. you do it most of the time when he’s manspreading on the couch, just chilling and looking bored whilst watching a dumb show on the television. next thing he knows your head appears between his legs and his fingers are tangled in your hair, pushing your head down on him. sometimes it even happens in public; he’ll be sitting there on a chair or bench, a protective hand on your waist and your eyes would be directly on his crotch. he doesn’t even have to be hard—there’s always that massive bulge hiding under his pants, reminding you of what he’s packing down there.

“fuck. . doll—y’re gnna make me cum before i get a taste of that pretty pussy.” toji grumbles quietly, half closed eyes staring down at your kneeling form. you were sucking and drooling all over his cock, sometimes gagging when the tip hit the far back of your throat, though that only spurred the man before you on. his hips buck up into your mouth, your hands automatically clenching into fists, putting your thumb under your other fingers to stop your gag reflex from activating—desperate to give toji that pleasure he longed for. the man was surely enjoying every second of it. he kept you quiet (except for the faint wet, slurping sounds from your warm mouth as his cock slid in and out of it), his lips curled into an amused smirk, “tha’s my girl—taking all of it in her mouth. what a good little thing.” toji made sure to whisper those words, not caring if somebody heard what was happening from outside the department store’s bathroom stall, but still wanting to avoid any unnecessary trouble. he was actually holding himself back from ravaging your cunt instead—though he settles for shooting ropes of cum down your throat.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who gets off from eating you out. he loves to have your cunt full out on his face—adores the way you squirm when he’s pushing your thighs and hips down on his face to get a proper taste of your slick—enjoys when he’s just relaxing with his mouth and nose stuffed between your folds, giving absent licks whilst simply enjoying your scent. he especially loves eating your cunt out when you’re begging for his cock instead. he always shows you just what he can do with that tongue of his—bringing you a different type of pleasure than his dick could do.

one moment you were reading something on your phone, and in the other your man’s face was buried into your wet cunt. you were moaning and writhing on the bed sheets, trying to grind against his mouth. toji was taking his sweet time with you, “mmnh, so fuckin’ good. give me one more, yeah? one more orgasm f’me, princess.” that was what he said minutes ago and you were already on your third climax. you loved this—absolutely relinquished in the feeling of his tongue lapping your juices up, his lips that sucked on your clit every couple seconds, nose buried between your folds. “nghhh,, wan’ you so bad, daddy! wan’ you to fuck me, please!” toji chuckles drlyly, the vibrations hitting your cunt. two slaps were brought down upon your thighs; “i’ll fuck y’r needy self when i wanna, ya hear? now cum on my tongue or i’ll force it outta ya, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves to finger you or let you ride his thigh when he’s busy but still wants to keep you satisfied. you’d be whining for his attention, pouting and slightly frustrated when all you want toji’s attention. and his touch, naturally. sometimes you’d go as far as stroking yourself in front of him to show your desperation— which he finds to be the hottest thing ever; you being so needy that you’ll thrust a few fingers inside your cunt and moan for him to come fuck you properly. works every time. but when toji’s a bit too busy to do anything (or too tired / lazy), he gets you off with his thigh or fingers.

“i need to call shiu for info on that one bounty. .” toji recalls and grabs his phone, one hand on his mobile whilst the other was slowly cupping your pussy, thumb drawing lazy circles on your clit, index rubbing your labia. you whine as his hand there disappears, “gimme a minute, sweet thing.” toji licks his index finger whilst pressing some buttons on his phone, head leaning against the headboard of the bed as he watches you impatiently grind against his muscular thigh. he lets you do as you please and watches your ass and hips as they move in front of him. toji tenses the muscles in his leg whenever your clothed pussy slides alongside his skin, bouncing his thigh whenever you’d rest and take a break from grinding—keeping the stimulation going— “giving me a good show, huh? keep at it. might reward ya after my phone call.”

[yearning-for-autumn]

Eris NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Ok, this is very self-indulgent...leave in the comments who you would like next! Also any other headcanons you have for Eris. I literally live for comments.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eris loves aftercare because A. deep down he’s an exhausted mother hen and B. he’s touch starved. Basically it’s more for him than it is for you. Just let him fuss over you and he’ll be happy. After a particularly intense session, he has a deep need to know you are ok, that you feel safe and cared for. He can’t bear the thought of you not feeling like the princess you are, and if you ever experience subdrop he would absolutely panic and be very much not chill about it.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eris is fond of his hands, he has long fingers (wink wink). He likes to compare his hands with yours to see the size difference. 

On you, Eris is a tits guy through and through. He’s never really grown out of the teenage obsession, and thinks any and all boobs are great. Small boobs, perfect to hold. Big boobs, perfect to fuck. All boobs are good to suck on. I’m not going to say anything about Mummy issues but I’m sure you can catch my drift. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On the subject of tits, Eris loves to cum on them. There’s something about claiming you with his seed that gets him worked up. Whenever he cums anywhere on your body you know you’re about to go for round two, he can’t help it. 

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

Eris has this fantasy of dressing you up in a collar and having you act like his little pet all day. He keeps this under wraps and probably always will unless you’re down to clown. But there’s something that gets him so worked up about the thought of having you down on all fours, a collar with a tag that says his name on it, lapping at his thighs for a taste of his cock whilst he coos, talking about how sweet you are, what a cute puppy…yeah…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Eris is probably quite experienced. He had an adventurous youth, behind his fathers back of course, and he definitely knows how to fuck you right. When he’s finally free of his father though, and is able to have a proper relationship with someone he loves, I can imagine him getting nervous that he’s not experienced enough with anything long term, but this is his inner critic talking, I don’t think you would be complaining.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Eris wants you on your knees, whether that’s all-fours, on the floor, riding him, etc. He’s a big big fan of reverse cowgirl because he can watch his cock driving into you in exquisite detail, and he can pull out and paint the small of your back with his cum so easily. 

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

Eris isn’t really a goofy guy, his humour is more dry and sarcastic which doesn’t translate great to sex. He tends to be pretty serious, and the only humour involved is one sided, with him amusing himself, degrading and teasing you (but let’s be honest, you love it).

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

The carpet matches the drapes, 100 percent. He has a happy trail down his perfect v-line and keeps things well-groomed, he’s a male that values his appearance. 

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

Eris doesn’t really go in for romance, he swings one of two ways, hard dom or super soft dom. Depending on his (and your) mood, he can be an arrogant, degrading ass, or sweet and gentle yet teasing. He’s very good at reading your mood and always knows exactly how to play things, this man is an expert in body language. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Eris prefers if you’re the one getting him off, honestly he would ask for a handjob everyday if he could (he probably does). But if either of you are away, he’s not exactly going to not masturbate to the memories of you, cock drunk and drooling as he fists your hair and takes you in his chair right in front of the window so all of Autumn can see. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

DDLG - When you’re both in a certain mood, I think Eris likes to baby you a lot. He wants to look after you, in the small things as well as during sex. He loves it when you act all shy and innocent, it only makes him want you more.

Innocence - More on that topic, I feel like Eris has a bit of a virginity kink. He would definitely want to be the one to take your virginity if possible, and if not don’t worry because he’s down to role-play. 

Pet-play - Eris wants to own you. He wants a collar around your neck, and he wants you to obey his every command. He also thinks you look absolutely adorable with little puppy ears clipped into your hair, it makes him want to absolutely ruin you. Call him Master, better yet call him your King.

This is going to come up later as well, but I don’t think Eris would want to switch with anyone other than someone he was extremely comfortable with, so before you he would have never tried it. That being said, he does have a bit of a Mummy kink (yes im british sorry) and I think he would be down to explore this, but he’s definitely more comfortable in the dominant role. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Eris is a bit of a fan of public sex but only when you are involved. He doesn’t really want to put himself in a compromising position, but he’s more than happy to show you off. More than anything he wants people to see your submission to him, not necessarily sexual, but imagine sitting next to him in a meeting and all of a sudden you’re pulled onto his lap so that he can kiss your neck whilst listening to some boring courtier.

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

You. You get him going. Because he’s horny. No but he’s sooo turned on if you sink to your knees, bat your eyelashes, ask him if you can make him feel good. He’s so going to cum all over your face. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Eris likes to degrade you, but if he ever gets comfortable enough to sub for you he can and will cry if you try it. Don’t degrade him. His self-esteem is on the ground as it is, there’s no need for that. 

He also doesn’t really want to do anything involving feet, I just have a silly headcanon that he really dislikes them. Like it’s bordering on a phobia for him. He hates seeing them. Who knows why, I definitely don’t and I just made it up. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man can make shoving his cock in your mouth feel like he’s the one giving you a treat. Like is it really giving, no, but do you appreciate it, yes.

He is an all-star pussy eater though, he’ll probably eat you out quickly and efficiently as part of foreplay most days to make sure you are thoroughly soaked and open for him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eris fucks rough. Let’s be real. He fucks with fire in his veins, I doubt that means slow and romantic. On your anniversary though, he’s going to light candles, and he’s going to drive you absolutely out of your mind, fucking you slow and hard, whispering praise and cruel teasing as he fucks you into the bed.

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

Eris loves a quickie honestly. Oh, he’s got a meeting at 10? Time for a quick fuck. Oh you’re late for work? But you have 15 minutes for a blowjob right? 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is down to experiment, I mean he’s quite kinky really and has experimented in the past, but he’ll be a bit nervous to scare you off or go too far when you’re early in your relationship. He has some trust issues he’s working through, but he really does want to try everything with you.

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

Mmm Eris lasts a long time, and he wants to go multiple rounds. He just has so many positions he wants you in that he can’t just choose one, he has to try a few out right?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Eris love love loves to dress you up, i’m talking collar, garters, lingerie. He’s very much into toys, for both of you, and thinks anything that enhances your pleasure is worth it. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a tease, he’s a degrading tease. ‘Aw baby you like that? Stupid slut, drooling around my cock, does my pretty baby want more? Hm? Well you’re not getting it.’ 

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

I think at first he would stick to dirty talk, and try not to moan too loudly. But after you express your interest he lets go completely. He’s feral, he’s loud and he doesn’t stop talking. You could probably cum from just his words to be honest, he has a filthy mouth. 

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

I think the first time you ever try pegging Eris he cums literally immediately. He won’t let you bring it up ever, and he’s insanely embarrassed by it, but deep down he knows you only care about making him feel good and would never tease him in bad faith. It takes him a little while to try it again though, because our poor baby is repressed. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Eris has such a pretty cock. It curves upwards in just the right way, it’s the prettiest shade of pink at the tip and blushes deep red when he’s needy and desperate. He’s longer than he is thick, and it hits all the right spots.

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

Eris is a horny horny boy, but he’s quite good at hiding it. He tries his best not to overwhelm you with how much he wants you, but realistically you want him just as much, I mean how could you not.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eris physically cannot fall asleep until you are asleep. He will fuss over you for as long as it takes, and no matter how much his eyes are drooping shut, he needs to know you are tucked up and comfy first.

[daisynik7]

Strawberry Soju

🎶 I don’t need another shot of you, but I got to, my strawberry soju 🎶

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre: college au, enemies-to-lovers

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: asshole!Eren, fratboy!Eren, subby!Eren, blowjob, cunnilingus, face riding, multiple orgasms, cowgirl, unprotected sex, alcohol, language.

Summary: Two weeks before graduation, you are finally done with your senior project. This calls for a celebration with your team, including the person who annoys you the most: Eren Jaeger. The two of you learn to put your differences aside for one night, starting with a bottle of strawberry soju. 

Notes: All characters are seniors in college (21-22 years old), engineering majors. Eren is a frat boy, so some details from my series Rush will be used, but no correlation to that story. Inspired by the song “Strawberry Soju”, which I’ve been obsessed with for the past two weeks. I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated, thank you so much! 

“And now, we are proud to present the winner of this year’s Senior Project Showcase: Team Titan! For their omni-directional mobility gear, designed for construction workers in the field to ensure safety whilst elevated hundreds of feet in the air! Bravo, Team Titan! Bravo!”

Professor Pyxis’s announcement leaves you and your group flabbergasted. Sasha and Connie both have their jaws dropped. Eren, who sits beside you, throws his fist in the air, exclaiming, “Oh hell yeah!” You stay in your seat, in total shock.

Pyxis stares fondly at the four of you, beckoning you towards the stage in the main engineering lecture hall. “Don’t be shy, my young engineers, come here to accept your award!” Hesitantly, you all make your way behind the podium, a polite round of applause from the other students and faculty echoing throughout the room. 

Nearly an entire semester of work has led to this. Five months of grueling research, scrambling to acquire the right materials, complicated design issues that made you want to scream. Not to mention five months spent collaborating with the bane of your existence: Eren Jaeger. The award for first place barely makes up for a semester’s worth of torture; nonetheless, it’s still a pretty trophy.

It was fate that brought the four of you together back in January, the same fate that has spited you for whatever reason, forcing you to work alongside Eren, the most obnoxious, cocky, annoying person you have ever met in your short twenty-two years of living. While you had no issues with Connie or Sasha, you and Eren did not mesh. It’s been apparent since the beginning of the semester when you were chosen to be the team leader. He scoffed, claimed that he “would be a better choice, but whatever.” Your relationship with him was doomed from that day on. 

What’s odd is that he isn’t an asshole to the entire group; his less than pleasant behavior seems to be reserved for you, and only you. He gets on perfectly fine with Sasha and Connie, who have basically played mediator for you two, keeping as much of the peace as possible whenever an argument ensues. He usually instigates it, always making an unnecessary comment to get under your skin. At this point, you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose just to get a rise out of you, because how can one human be this irritating?! 

Despite all the petty drama, you have to admit that he’s smart. Not only that, but he also works hard and gets shit done, no matter how much grief he gives you about it. And, if you squint hard enough, he maybe is, almost, sort of…hot. Strictly speaking from an objective standpoint, that is. Based on media-driven beauty standards and common qualities that are considered conventionally attractive by society. Of course, you will never, ever admit this aloud, especially not to him. You’re convinced that if he ever finds out, his massive head will explode, already overinflated from his gigantic ego. 

Your team crowds Pyxis, who happily hands you the trophy first. Eren, no surprise, snatches it from your clutches to hold it himself, kissing it and lifting it above him like he won a major league championship. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, trying to maintain professionalism in front of the watching staff. 

“Will your team leader give a few words about the project?” Pyxis asks, gaze on you, motioning to the stand. 

You tense up, usually nervous about public speaking. Clearing your throat, you lean into the mic. “Uh, thank you Professor Pyxis and the rest of the faculty for selecting our project. This has been a labor of love for the past five months and we are honored to have it recognized. We hope that this prototype and any of the research associated with it will help improve labor conditions for those working in construction, risking their lives every day.” 

You glance at Connie and Sasha to see if they’d like to add anything else. Connie adds, “Special shoutout to grad students Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, and Hange Zoe for helping us out a ton with our project, from offering advice to testing it out. We love you!” 

“And thank you Paradise Pizzeria and Café Utopia for fueling many late nighters throughout this whole semester! You rock!” Sasha exclaims, resulting in laughter from the audience. 

Eren grabs the mic from the stand, yelling, “This is dedicated to my fraternity brothers, for providing moral support during these trying times! Alpha Tau for life!” He holds the trophy in one hand, using the other to salute an inverted fist at his chest, sticking his tongue out.  

This time, you don’t contain your eye roll as the crowd laughs even louder, clearly amused by it. He passes the microphone back to Pyxis. “Fantastic! I love the enthusiasm of this team. Let’s give them all another big round of applause!”

After the presentation is over, Pyxis instructs, “They’d like to take your picture next to the ODM gear. The photographers are taking some shots of the other projects, so feel free to take your time heading to the Rose Center.” 

On the walk, Eren passes the trophy to Sasha. “What to hold it, Sash?”

“Sure! Still can’t believe we won!”

Connie puts his arm around her, staring at the prize. “I know it doesn’t really mean anything, but damn, is it nice to look at.”

Eren catches up to you, nudging you in the arm. “Would it have killed you to smile during your little speech?”

You shove your elbow into his ribs, a little harder than necessary. “I was smiling.” 

“You call that a smile? You looked like you were in a hostage situation. Like, blink three times if they’re hurting you type of deal,” he teases, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Like you were any better!” You stick your tongue out, mocking him. “Alpha Tau for life, bros!”

“I really meant it. I needed all the fucking help I could get, dealing with you this whole semester. If it weren’t for them, I would have gone fucking crazy because of you.”

“Oh right, because I’m the one driving you crazy, sure,” you respond, sarcastically.

“Hey, at least you’re admitting it! You’re finally making progress!” He claps in front of your face.

You shove him, glaring. “You are such a jerk.”

“Don’t be so sensitive, baby.”

“Oh, I am not your baby.”

Sasha jumps in between, yelling, “Enough! Both of you, stop it!!”

Connie joins in. “Yeah, we won today. Stop ruining the mood.”

Without you realizing it, the four of you have made it to the Rose Center, which is luckily vacant in the midst of your little spat with Eren. This is how your arguments usually go, all because of something petty that never leads anywhere. When the photographer arrives, they direct you to stand beside your project, already displayed in one of the glass windows. They take a couple of shots, then it’s over. Just like that, your senior project is officially done. There’s a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. All that’s left to do is to graduate. 

The sun is setting by the time the photoshoot is finished. The four of you exit the building, Sasha immediately announcing, “I’m hungry! Let’s get dinner one last time as a team!”

“I’m down for that. Any ideas where to go?” 

“Paradise Pizza?”

“No, we’ve had that way too many times this year. Let’s go somewhere special tonight.”

“There’s that all-you-can-eat Korean barbecue place downtown,” you suggest. “It’s only fifteen minutes away if we take the train.”

“Ooohh, I like the sound of that!”

“I’m down. Eren?”

He shrugs, hands in his pockets. That too-cool-to-care attitude apparent in his body language. “If that’s what everyone else wants, then I guess it’s fine.” If it had been either Sasha or Connie to suggest it, you know for a fact that he would have a more positive response. Because it’s you, he has to act like he’s being forced into it, reluctant to concede with absolutely everything you propose. 

You go your separate ways to change out of professional attire and into more comfortable clothes, agreeing to meet outside Eren’s in an hour. His apartment is closest to the train station, making it the most convenient. By 7:00PM, you’re inside the restaurant, seated at a table, grill fired up as you browse through the menu. Sasha, the ultimate foodie of the group, orders the first round of meats. You pick the drinks. 

“Two bottles of strawberry soju, please!” you tell the waiter. 

“Oh, I love soju!” Sasha squeals. 

You smile at her. “Me too. This flavor’s my favorite.”

Eren, who is somehow seated next to you, grunts. “Strawberry? Of course you’d pick some girly shit like that.”

“Hey man, don’t knock it till you try it,” Connie says. “This shit gets you fucked up fast. Trust me. I’ve gotten soju drunk before, and it’s awesome.”

He rolls his eyes in response. “Yeah, that’s because of all the extra fucking sugar, I bet. Sounds gross.”

The waiter arrives with the alcohol and four glasses, along with waters to share. You do the honors and pour everyone, except Eren, a shot. “I’m guessing you don’t want any of this gross soju, then?”

He snatches the shot glass, thrusting it towards you. “I didn’t say that. Just pour me some.” 

With glasses filled to the brim, you all cheers, then throw it back. The familiar flavor is refreshing and sweet on your tongue, smooth down your throat. 

“Shit, that’s good!” Connie raves.

“Strawberry might be my new favorite flavor! It’s so yummy!”

You face Eren, grinning. “Well?”

He shrugs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s alright.”

“Don’t lie to me. You like it, don’t you?” you tease, nudging him in the arm.

“I said it’s fine, okay?”

You stop pestering him, satisfied knowing that maybe you were finally right about something when it comes to him.

Soon, a plethora of tasty side dishes are scattered on the table. Rice, kimchi, fresh lettuce, potato salad, two helpings of steamed eggs to share. Three heaping plates of meat follow. Sasha begins barbequing, laying out portions of beef bulgogi on the hot grill as the rest of you watch hungrily, the steam and aroma surrounding you like a cozy embrace. Once it’s cooked, you help yourselves, stuffing your faces with perfectly grilled meat and whatever else you desire. Several bites in, you all decide to do another round of shots, first bottle almost finished.

“Good idea to do KBBQ tonight!” Sasha mentions. “I haven’t had it in a while. I forgot how much I love it.”

Connie chimes in, “Same! Which side dish is everyone’s favorite?”

Sasha immediately points to the potato salad. “Is there any doubt that mine would be this?”

“Of course we all know that potato girl. I like kimchi. What’s yours?”

You pick out your favorite. “This one, for sure.”

Eren makes an unapproving noise. “Of course you’d pick that. So basic.”

To keep the peace, especially on this night of celebration, you ignore the temptation to reply with an equally sassy comment. Instead, you ask, “Well, what’s your favorite, Eren?” 

“The steamed egg. It’s delicious and packs an extra serving of protein.” He flexes his bicep with a smug expression. “Not that I really need it.”

Connie and Sasha laugh, while you take a deep breath, using every ounce of willpower to keep your cool. You crack open the bottle, downing the remaining alcohol to help you get through the rest of the night.

“What’s everyone’s plans after graduation?” Connie asks.

Sasha answers first. “I’ll be working with my dad for our family business.”

“I’m sure Artur will appreciate all the new, high-tech engineering skills you have! If I’m still unemployed in two months, can you please hire me?”

“Of course!”

“What about you, Eren?”

“I got an offer in Marley,” he reveals. “It’s a pretty good gig, but I don’t know about moving overseas. I got another in Stohess to work for their weapons warehouse, so maybe I’ll accept that instead.”

“I’ve never been overseas,” you comment. “Sounds interesting if you do decide to go.” 

“Well, you’re wrong. It doesn’t sound interesting at all.”

Even your attempt at being polite is met with malice. “You always argue with me for the sake of arguing.”

He turns to face you, brows furrowed. “No I don’t!”

“You’re literally doing it right now! I was just trying to be nice.”

“Well, try harder,” he grumbles, picking meat off the grill.

“My god, you two are exhausting!” Sasha intervenes. 

Connie nods. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of fighting all the time?”

“Honestly, you two should do it and get it over with.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eren leers at Sasha through the smoke. 

“I’m saying get all your anger out by fucking each other. Hate sex is the best medicine for situations like this,” she explains, matter of fact.

“No fucking way,” Eren says. “It’s not like that.”

“Definitely not,” you reiterate, cheeks warm. You pour yourself another shot, already on the second bottle, not offering a serving to anyone else. Desperate for liquor with the direction this conversation is going.

“Wow, you two actually agree on something for once!” Connie teases. “See? Isn’t this nice?”

The duo giggle together, finding enjoyment from your current state of misery. Eren clears his throat, muttering something unintelligible. He reaches for the soju in front of you, avoiding your gaze as he tips it into his empty shot glass, instantly downing it. Before the silence gets awkward, you change the subject, mentioning some idle gossip you heard around the engineering department, to which Connie and Sasha have plenty to contribute to. 

An hour later, the four of you manage to finish most of the food, only a few pieces of charred meat left over. Sasha and Connie rub their stomachs, satisfied by the feast. You and Eren end up finishing the last bottle between the two of you. Since the comment from earlier, neither of you have spoken directly, avoiding each other. 

Connie slumps into the chair, patting his belly. “Let’s play a game while we digest! Truth or eat. If you don’t answer, you have to eat these burnt pieces of bulgogi.”

Eren laughs. “That sounds fun. I’m down.” He looks to you, brow raised, challenging. “You in, princess?”

You bite your cheek, holding in the clever retort at his annoying nickname for you, also relieved he’s back to normal. “Sure, why not?”

“I’ll go first,” Sasha volunteers, sitting up in her seat. “Eren, who’s the freakiest brother in Alpha Tau?” 

Without hesitating, he states, “Armin, for sure.”

“Armin?! Really?”

“Yup. He’s one kinky motherfucker,” he grins. He turns to face you. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“You want the whole essay, or an abridged version?” you reply, smirking as you sip on your water.

Sasha giggles while Connie mutters under his breath, “Oh boy.”

Eren doesn’t let up. “Give me one reason.”

Contemplating which of the many grievances you should expose about him, you finally decide on one. “You always disagree with me, no matter what. Whether it’s something about the project, or something as simple as a side dish preference.”

“We already know that, though. What else?”

“Hey, you wanted one reason, and I gave it to you.” You think for a few seconds, adding, “And to be fair, hate is a strong word. I don’t hate you.”

It’s true. While he annoys you beyond your wit’s end, you don’t hate him. He’s a quarter of the reason you all achieved what you did. You focus back on the table, avoiding Eren’s expression. “Connie, have you two ever hooked up?” you question, pointing at the duo.

“Gross! No!”

“Absolutely not. We’re practically twins. That’d be illegal.”

“Yup. We’re basically two halves of a whole idiot.” 

You laugh with them, taking another sip of water as Connie poses a question to Eren. “Why do you give her such a hard time?” he asks, referring to you. 

“Here we go,” you mumble, ready for an onslaught of ridiculous reasons.

It’s silent for a few moments, then he takes his chopsticks, grabbing at the charred meat on the grill, placing it into his mouth to eat quietly.

“What?!” Sasha yells. “You’re not going to tell us?” 

Connie smirks. “Must be pretty bad, then.”

You watch him slowly chew the burnt food, a small smile on his face. As if there’s a secret he’s keeping from everybody else at the table. Why would he refuse to answer the question that he basically asked you? Is his hatred for you that intense that he chooses not to say it, to save you from humiliation? What could you have possibly done to him to warrant this kind of treatment? Maybe it’s the liquor leading you to jump to conclusions, to be slightly offended by his choice. Maybe even a little hurt. 

When he’s done, he chugs his whole water. “Alright, my turn again.”

“Wait, really?”

“We’re just going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

“Yup,” he responds, nonchalant. 

“Why?”

“Hey, I ate that shit, right? Let it go,” he states, more aggressively this time.

You remain silent, mind racing with all types of ideas. You pay no more attention to the game, contemplating all the possible reasons Eren Jaeger would hate you so much. To be fair, he’s the one who starts it first. All you do is defend yourself. Why would he have any bigger reason to dislike you more than you dislike him?

Connie yells out your name, breaking you out of your reverie. “Hey, are you in?”

“Huh?”

“Karaoke! There’s a bar down the street.”

After paying the check, split evenly, the four of you head to the karaoke bar, booking a private room for an hour. You all sing your hearts out while sobering up from whatever buzz you developed from the soju. Any strange concerns you had about Eren evaporate. The two of you even seem to get along, performing a few duets together.

On the train ride back near campus, the four of you share more laughs, enjoying possibly the last time you’ll be together. With everyone graduating and off to their own paths, it’s hard to tell when, or if, you’ll ever see each other again.  

From the station, you start you trek home, pausing outside Eren’s apartment to chat a bit more, until Sasha says, “I guess this is goodbye!”

“Yeah, thanks for all your hard work. This was really fun,” Connie adds, smiling. 

“We should all try to keep in touch.”

Eren hugs Connie, then Sasha. The two of you look at each other, contemplating if you should embrace also. Suddenly, you blurt out, “Actually, can I use your bathroom? I have to pee.”

You really do have to pee, but surely, you could have made it the extra ten minutes to your own apartment to do so, right? For some reason, your mind convinces you to stay with him just a little longer. There’s a pending task you have to complete before you part ways for good. You hope for closure, to end things on a good note. 

You, Connie, and Sasha exchange hugs, leaving with a final wave, disappearing into the distance. Despite the pleasant warmth of the summer night, there’s a noticeable chill in the air. Not from the weather, rather, from the growing tension surrounding you and Eren. His voice is quiet when he says, “Alright, I guess we can head in now.”

You nod, following him through the entrance. At the elevator, he swipes a keycard, pushing the button to go up to the third floor. The doors open and you step in, still not speaking a word. Arriving at his door, he unlocks it, holding it for you. 

“Bathroom is down to the right,” he points, removing his shoes at the entrance.

You copy him, sliding out of your sneakers. “Okay cool. Thank you.” 

Once you find the bathroom, you swiftly close the door, fully aware that you are inside Eren Jaeger’s apartment. Naturally, curiosity gets the best of you. With a quick glance around the room, you can tell he’s tidy. Towels hung properly, actual floor mats on the tiles, toilet seat down. Is he anticipating a visit from a friend? Maybe a lover? You can’t help letting your imagination run wild. 

Finished with your business, you walk out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the couch, television playing a show you’re familiar with. “Have you seen this episode yet? The new season just started,” you mention, stepping towards him.

He stands up, turning to face you. “I haven’t. Was planning to watch it tonight.”

“Cool,” is all you manage to utter. 

There’s another moment of awkward silence until he asks, “You want to watch it with me?”

Without thinking, you agree.

The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, watching in silence. About halfway through, with a soft chuckle, he admits, “That strawberry soju wasn’t bad. Actually, it was pretty good.”

This catches you off guard. You look at him, grinning. “Wow. It took you this long to finally come clean about it.”

“Better late than never, right?” He keeps his eyes forward, smirking. 

You adjust, completely facing him. “Since you’re being honest about that, can you tell me why you didn’t answer Connie’s question?”

He plays dumb. “What question?”

“Why do you give me such a hard time?”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You’re still thinking about that?”

“Yeah, I am,” you confess. “Seems a little odd to me that wouldn’t just say it.”

Finally, he matches you, repositioning himself to set his gaze on yours. “Why do you care so much?”

“I’m curious. Since we’ll be graduating soon, we’ll probably never see each other again. I figured we should put everything out there. Get some closure. Make amends.”

He scoffs. “I wasn’t aware there were any amends to make.”

You’re getting annoyed now, impatient with his round-about comments. “Seriously? You think our relationship is normal?”

“I don’t think we have a relationship at all.”

You stand up, regretting being here in the first place. He’s the same asshole he’s always been. What we’re you expecting? Why would he be any different tonight? 

“Fine. Forget it. What a waste of time. Good job on the project, and I hope you have a great life.” You stomp towards the exit, not bothering to look at him.

Suddenly, his hand shoots out, gripping you loosely around the wrist. “Wait. Don’t go.”

You glare at him, eyes narrowed in frustration, skin tingly from the physical contact. Waiting for him to elaborate.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he stammers. “I’m not…I can’t really…” he trails off, not finishing his sentences.

When he doesn’t proceed, you ask, “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you treat me this way? Why me?”

He swallows hard, the truth difficult for him to spit out. “It’s dumb.” 

“I don’t care. Just tell me.”

He lets out a sigh, averting his gaze to the floor. “It’s because I like you, okay?” 

It takes a moment for you to process what he’s saying. Eventually, you stammer, “You like me?”

“Yeah, I like you,” he reiterates, still staring at his own feet. “You’re cute. You’re the smartest person I know. And you’re also a fucking pain in my ass. But I like you.”

That last part would normally have you on the verge of swinging; however, it’s almost endearing the way he says it. Your sudden change in heart has you questioning if you’re drunk from the liquor you consumed hours ago. “Why would you treat me like this if you like me?”

Another deep sigh as he explains, “I don’t know. Because I’m a fucking idiot and I’m immature. I told you, it’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb. I just…I didn’t expect this.”

More silence falls between you two. You look down at his big hand still holding you, racing heartbeat reverberating through your chest. You’re not sure how to react. So, you go with your instinct. 

You kiss him.

~~~

Eren doesn’t know why he started it months ago at the beginning of the semester. If he’s being completely honest, he’s got the body of Greek god, the intelligence of a genius, and the maturity, or in this case, immaturity, of a fifth grader. That being said, whatever it is that he has going with her, he’s decided to classify it as a schoolboy crush. Like a kid on the playground picking on another kid, doing everything they can to garner all their attention, no matter how annoying it is. 

It began with snide remarks here and there, nothing ever too cruel to be considered bullying, but enough to make her bite back. He’s not sure why he kept it up so long, especially after realizing he actually likes her. In his mind, negative attention is better than no attention at all. He can’t be normal around her; being a nuisance is what he’s comfortable with.

Another reason is that he’s intimidated by her. She could see right through his cocky demeanor. Break him down into the vulnerable little shit he really is. The grief he caused her is some bizarre defense mechanism, a way to deny his true feelings for her. All to protect himself and his heart. 

He was supposed to go to a frat party tonight after hanging out with the team. Instead, he finds himself alone with her in his apartment, everything revealed, his confession hanging heavy in the air. 

Even more unexpected is her leaning forward to kiss him, lips soft and gentle against his. Hesitant and uncertain. Sweet and tangy from the lingering essence of the strawberry soju from earlier. Before he gets carried away, he pulls off, whispering, “Are you sure about this?”

“No,” she admits. “But I can’t deny that I’m curious.”

“We shouldn’t do this then. It doesn’t feel right.”

“Just…shut up and let me check something.”

He obeys, closing his eyes, waiting for her move. She kisses him again, more confidentially this time, hand sliding to his nape to pull him closer. 

“Fuck, are you sure this is okay?” he breathes out, slowly losing his composure.

She nods, smiling. “Yes.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely certain?”

“If you ask me one more time, you’re really going to piss me off,” she warns, grazing her mouth along his neck, sucking at the skin of his throat.

He nods erratically. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Fuck.”

She pushes him back towards the couch, falling into the cushions. He watches in awe as she strips her sweatpants, revealing pink lacey panties.  She sits in his lap, legs spread wide with him between, clothed pussy against his pulsating cock. His hands are to his sides, clenched to the cushion of the couch. With her lips brushing his ear, she whispers, “You can touch me if you want.”

His cock twitches, erection growing by the second as she straddles him. Carefully, he slides his palms around her waist, moaning a trembling, “Thank you.” Hands at her bottom, he squeezes her ass cheeks in a firm grasp, fingers slipping underneath the fabric, dangerously close to her arousal.

Without thinking, he blurts out, “Use me. Do what you want with me. You’re the leader.”

There’s a wicked smile on her face as soon as he says it. “Eren Jaeger is going to let me use him?”

All pride is thrown out the window. He doesn’t care anymore about giving into weakness. With graduation only two weeks away, and no promise of ever seeing each other again, he decides fuck it. He’s going to do whatever he can to fulfill this fantasy of his. And if that means submitting to her, begging and groveling at her feet, he’ll fucking do it. 

“Yeah,” he growls. “Use me as your fuck toy. I’ll do whatever you want. Just fucking use me.”

“Didn’t think Alpha Tau’s frat star would behave like this,” she murmurs, sucking on his ear lobe. 

“Does it turn you on?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. Fucking wreck me apart then. Don’t hold back,” he demands. There’s already precum leaking from his tip, soaking through the cotton of his briefs. “Consider it payback for this semester.”

She responds by grinding her hips on his lap. He’s desperate to feel her without fabric separating them, but he knows what he agreed to. He can’t do anything without her permission, without her initiating. She rides him for another minute, his palms on her ass, following her motions. His cock throbs beneath her, aching for release from the confines of his pants. There’s an audible whine developing in his throat, needy for anything.

On cue, she swings her leg over to kneel beside him, tugging at the waistband of his sweats and underwear. He lifts his hips as she slides them off simultaneously, freeing his stiff cock. He watches her marvel at his erection, noticing desire in her eyes. Before he knows it, she’s bent towards his lap, mouth hovering his dick, licking at the slit. 

“Fuck,” he moans. “Goddamn.”

She continues to tease him, leaving the shaft untouched, tongue swirling the tip, lapping at his precum. 

“Fuck, please. Touch me,” he begs, legs quivering from arousal. 

Without warning, she wraps her fist around him, surrounding the tip with her mouth, bobbing up and down in sync with her strokes. She starts slow, increasing the pace with each guttural moan that emits within his chest. The temptation to buck his hips into her warm, wet heat is tantalizing, but he reminds himself that she’s in control, which only turns him on more.

She uses her other hand to fondle his balls, causing him to swear loudly. “Fuck!”

He feels the vibration of her giggle through his cock, clearly enjoying the way she’s unravelling him, his orgasm approaching fast. “Can I please come?”

She shakes her head, still working his dick. 

“Fuck. I can’t…I can’t hold it.” 

She releases him from her mouth, stroking him, face close to his. “You think you deserve to come now?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes.”

“Apologize first.”

“Huh?”

“Apologize. Admit that you’re a fucking asshole.” She nibbles on his ear lobe, dragging it down between her lips, still jerking him off. 

“I’m sorry. I’m a,” he chokes on his spit before he can finish. “Fucking asshole.”

“Tell me your desperate for it. That you need it.” 

“Fuck, I’m so fucking desperate, I fucking need it. Please.”

“Good,” she whispers, pumping him faster. She kisses him on the lips, grip tight around him as his cock swells, hanging by a thread at the edge of his climax. “Go ahead. Come for me, Eren.”

At the sound of his name on her sultry lips, he does, hot cum shooting straight onto his t-shirt. “Fuck!” he yells, eyes shut tight, riding out one of the best orgasms of his life. She strokes him until his balls are completely drained. Finally, he opens his eyes to inspect the scene, shocked by the mess painted across the bottom of his shirt, spilling onto his abdomen. 

“Holy shit,” he mutters, smiling at her.

She grins back at him. “Not bad, right?”

“Not bad at all. Really fucking good, actually.” He kisses her, fingers drifting down to her arousal, rubbing the fabric against her clit. “Come here. Let me eat this pretty pussy out. Please. I want it so bad.”

“Since you said it so nicely, I guess I can let you have a taste.” 

~~~

You stand up, leaving room for him to lay down on the couch. He doesn’t need to be told. He expects you to ride that pretty face of his. When he’s flat on his back, shirt stripped off and completely naked, he turns to watch you slip out of your panties.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he praises, reaching down to rub his balls. “I think about this a lot, you know.”

You toss your underwear to the floor, watching him play with himself, removing your remaining clothes. “What do you think about?”

“This. You, naked in my apartment. Riding my face till you come. Fucking your wet pussy right after.”

“I guess tonight’s your lucky night,” you tease, lifting your knee across him, straddling his face. 

“Yes, it is,” he replies, licking his lips, eyes wide with lust at your pussy above him, already wet with arousal. He cranes his neck upwards, tongue out, desperate for a taste.

“Not yet.” You lift up enough so he’s out of reach. “Watch me play with myself first.”

“Fuck,” he swears, salivating.  

You wet your middle finger with your slick, rubbing circles around your clit. He watches in a daze, biting his lower lip, brows knit together in concentration, focused on you pleasuring yourself right above him. He squirms beneath you, thrusting his hips into the air, in an effort to feel anything. “Get it fucking juicy for me, baby. I want to fucking drown in it.”

The little nicknames you’ve grown accustomed to hating has a very different ring to it now. For the first time all semester, you don’t mind it. You actually like it. With your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair, redirecting his gaze on yours. “That’s right. I’m your baby. And what are you?”

He swallows hard. “I…I don’t know.”

“You’re my fuck toy.”

“Fuck yeah. I’m your fuck toy, baby. I’m your fuck toy. Use me, please.”

With your grip firm on his hair, you sink lower, your pussy pressed to his open mouth. He licks your clit, swiping his wide tongue over it, moving side to side. You moan at the glorious sensation, rocking your hips across his face to feel more. He latches onto your swollen bud, humming in pleasure as he suckles on it. His hips rut into nothing again, arms at his sides, clutching hard at the cushions, letting you be in total control. This power he gives you turns you on more than you imagined. Maybe because all semester, he always acted as if he had the upper hand. Knowing how desperate he is to be beneath you, to please you beyond any other desire he has, it only spurs you on. 

You grind yourself on his face, the squelching noises indicating how sloppy he’s eating you out and how wet you’re becoming because of it. He’s relentless, alternating between licking, slurping, and sucking at your clit. You blissfully indulge in it until you climax on his tongue, bud over-stimulated, pussy soaked with his spit and your slick. 

“Fuck,” he muffles, slurping the cum from your sleek entrance. Legs wobbly from your orgasm, you lift off him, shifting to reposition yourself comfortably on top. His cock is hard beneath you, sticky with his cum from earlier. Through shiny lips, he whines, “I’m so fucking hard again. Fuck me. Fuck me with that wet pussy.”

Reaching behind you, you align him with your slit, sinking down on his shaft. He lets out a gasp, “I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck.” Concerned, you attempt to lift off, but he shakes his head fervently. “Don’t. Please baby. Fuck me till I come. I need it. I need it.”

You ride him, bouncing your ass on his lap, thrusting his cock deep inside you. He moans loudly, babbling filthy words from his needy mouth.

Use this cock, baby. Fuck me like a toy. 

Make yourself come on this dick. 

It’s all fucking yours. Take it, baby. Take it. 

I’m all yours. I’m all yours.

You moan with him, another climax approaching. Grabbing his wrist, you guide him to your clit. He caresses your puffy bud with his fingers. “I’m going to come,” you whimper.

“Can I come with you, princess? Please, can I come inside you?”

You nod wordlessly, pumping him in and out of you faster as he rubs your clit relentlessly, determined to make you orgasm. When you cry out in ecstasy, he joins you. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, baby.”

For the second time tonight, both of you come, this time together. He spills inside you, filling your cunt with his warm, creamy load as you coat his dick with yours. Your body is spent from the euphoria, throat dry from whining in pleasure, and your curiosity satiated. It’s a lie to say you’ve never imagined being fucked silly by Eren. No matter how much he annoyed you, irritated you, aggravated you, there were moments this semester when you thought about it. How good it would feel to ride him, fuck him dumb until he’s begging for release. 

“I’m exhausted,” he giggles, limp on the couch, softening cock still inside you, wrapping you in a snug embrace.

“Me too.” You settle into his arms, relaxed and comfortable against his chest. 

“Thank you,” he mutters, caressing your back tenderly. “Thank you.” He doesn’t elaborate, repeating it a few more times as he nuzzles his nose into the top of your head.

You cuddle together in a comfortable silence. “Sleep here tonight. I have an extra toothbrush and you can wear my clothes.” 

Accepting his offer, the two of you start tidying, picking up strewn wardrobe from the floor, wiping away the sticky aftermath of sex. You hop in the shower, rinsing your bodies clean, exchanging passionate kisses while the water splashes you. After you dry off and brush your teeth, you change into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers he lends you, jumping into the bed beside him. He smiles at you. “You look good in my clothes.”

You give him a smooch, getting yourself cozy under the covers. He spoons you, arm sliding over your waist, interlacing his fingers with yours. His breath is pleasantly warm on your neck. “I know we’re probably past this already, but I want to formally apologize. It wasn’t right the way I treated you, and I’m sorry. Genuinely.”

“Apology accepted,” you respond, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry too. For saying anything that hurt you out of anger.”

“You don’t have to be. I deserved it.”

“Still, I’m sorry. And no one deserves that.”

“All is forgiven then.” He chuckles softly. “For two smart people, we sure are dumb.”

You laugh with him. “If only we were a tad bit smarter, we could have started this months ago.”

“Yeah," he says, nestling his face against your neck. "You’re right.”

Nothing else is said as the two of you drift into sleep. It’s nice, having closure on a previously volatile relationship. However, something else lingers after tonight. Another door opens, leading to the unknown. He confessed his true feelings for you. You didn’t have time to process it, too focused on settling your truce through sex. While there’s no doubt that you find him physically attractive, can you really move on from the past and give him a chance? 

~~~

The words are on the tip of his tongue, and he decides to keep it that way, not wanting to disrupt this moment of peace. Not wanting to complicate it any further. He knows that this is the beginning and the end of whatever this fling is. She hasn’t reciprocated his feelings and he won’t pressure her to, not tonight. Maybe not ever. No matter how badly he wishes to see her again, keep in touch, make it official, he won’t ask that of her. At the end of the day, it’s his own fault for waiting too long, for being too late. Time has run out, and now he’s paying the price.

They stay in each other’s arms, Eren listening closely to the sound of her steady breathing. Cherishing how her fingers fit seamlessly in his, the small smile on her lips as she drifts into a tranquil slumber, the warmth and weight of her body against his.  

The next morning, he wakes up, alone. If not for the stack of clothes he let her borrow folded neatly at the end of the bed, he would have thought last night’s events were all a dream. He vaguely recalls her waking up beside him, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, sneaking out on her tippy toes at the crack of dawn. Still, he searches the apartment, calling out her name to no response. 

Throughout the week, he’s constantly on the verge of texting her. He never goes through with it, though, scared to be rejected. Afraid of having the final memory of her be one of heartbreak. 

As a last-ditch effort, he devises a plan. Eren hosts a party at his place to celebrate the upcoming graduation. He invites the Alpha Tau brothers, plus some sorority girls for good measure. However, his main objective is to invite her. He ends up sending a group text to his senior project team, casually informing them of his little gathering. Sasha and Connie both reply, announcing their attendance, but she doesn’t.

At the party, he tries not to think about her, distracting himself by socializing with the crowds of people already filling his apartment. When Connie and Sasha arrive together, he decides to try one more time before he consumes his sorrows away. After exchanging polite greetings with them, he asks, “Have you guys heard anything from her?”

“Nope. I don’t think she even texted back, right?”

Eren’s ready to reach for the closest container of booze he can find. The duo walks past him to enjoy the party while he remains standing, watching the door for another minute. Just as he’s about to turn his heel, he sees it open slowly. 

She walks in, her favorite drink in hand, a happy expression on her face as soon as she spots him. In the background, someone yells out, “Eren! Tequila shots?”

Waving the familiar bottle at him, she smiles.

“Nah,” Eren responds, gazing at her with a grin. “I’m sticking with strawberry soju from now on.”

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Falling Apart | c.s

pairing: dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, slight gagging

w/c: 0.6k

summary: you weren’t even able to ride your boyfriend anymore, so he had to help you out, watching you closely while doing that as you feel apart on his cock.

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Carlos hands were having your hips in a perfect and pretty tight grip, you were sure his grip would leave rather big marks on your hips from how tight he was gripping you, but still not hurting you.

You were a whining mess, tears stinging your eyes, probably oh so close to falling down your red cheeks while Carlos was groaning as his eyes were closed, head angled upwards towards the ceiling.

You weren’t even moving up and down on his dick, you were already to tired to do that so Carlos sighed loudly before he tightly gripped your hips and moved your body up and down, groaning deeply whilst your hands found his shoulder, fingers intertwining with his hair.

“I f-feel so, s-so- fuck” you whined as you closed your eyes and dropped your head onto his shoulder, tears now running down your and his skin.

One hand left you hip and gripped you by your hair, pulling your head back up again.

“So what, huh? Tell me.” Carlos demanded quietly.

“S-so full.” You answered as you let your eyes flutter close while Carlos's hand wandered down to the back of your neck, gripping it and squeezing it while his gaze remained on your face, smirking like a lucky bastard as he was watching you fall apart on his cock.

Your boyfriend bit back a moan, maybe even a whine, “Pareces una zorra tan guapa.” You look like such a pretty slut. He mumbled deeply with a groan, hand now running along your soft but slightly sweaty skin, gripping your hip again and making you move on top of his erection again.

You bit your lip as he went on, “Rebotando encima de mi polla como una puta diosa.” Bouncing on top of my cock like a fucking goddes. The Spaniard groaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as you felt his fingers basically burying themselves in your skin.

You tried so desperately to bite back a loud moan mixed with a whine but it didn’t work, especially not as Carlos started to move his hips a tiny bit slower in circles, making his dick hit spots he never hit before.

“Dios mío, maldito señor.” Oh my fucking lord. Carlos moaned quietly as he felt himself oh so close to cumming right into your pussy.

You whined loudly as your head dropped onto your boyfriends shoulder again but Carlos was a huge fan of seeing your face while he’s making you cum all over his dick.

The Spaniard bit back a smile as he raised his hand and stroked your wet cheek with the back of his fingers, “shh baby, I got you… don't you worry.” You only nodded, not even sure if he’s currently speaking English or Spanish. You absolutely love it when he’s speaking Spanish, it drives you crazy. 

“Yeah, yeah I got you, I always do, don't I?” Carlos asked you.

You smiled, brows furrowed as you slowly felt how his hand started to tremble onto your cheek, sliding down your face and landing onto your hip again, harshly squeezing it. He exhaled a deep breath and groan after his forehead hit your shoulder, fingers squeezing your hips once again.

He chuckled as he noticed your shaking legs and hands, how your breathing got heavier and you choked on your tears.

Carlos lifted his head, mouth aligning with your ear, “M-Me too cariño, me t-too.” He mumbled quietly but quickly.

He raised one of his hands and ran his pointer and middle finger along your lips but as soon as you came and opened your mouth, he shoved his two fingers into you mouth and made you lightly gag on them, only being able to watch for a few seconds before he also slightly fell apart as he came deeply into your pussy.

“Filling y-you up in a-almost all holes, huh… You like that don’t you? Of course you do.” He whispered in a deep tone, fingers still gagging you as you looked down at him with tears filled eyes.

[neonovember]

Request: Sam Wilson x younger, platonic! reader

Plot: Reader relaxing around Sam’s place in Louisiana-Bucky can be in it, reader’s relationship with him would be platonic or familial.

Louisiana Sun

steve, sam, bucky x platonic!daughter!reader, generous nods (i practically wrote a whole confession) to sarahbucky

things; dad!steve rogers moments, over protective steve, reader makes some risky decisions, bucky and same are basically your uncles, bucky is in love with sarah and louisiana by extension, 

w/c; 4k (reader had to do a lot of convincing to let steve believe she wont get kidnapped in the presence of two soldiers)

You’ve never felt love like you did in Louisiana. 

The sun baked grass, the humid winds kissing your shoulder. The vibrancy of colour and life that explodes on the streets, and in the caring waves of neighbours. 

You taste home whenever Steve drives you up to Sam’s rickety gate, slamming the car door open to his objection and running through the winding bend of grass and willow trees. You can't wait for Steve to pull into Sam’s drive way, the bleached wooden porch calls to you in a way you can’t ignore.

So you find it exceptionally painful whenever Steve is swarmed with so much work he can’t make the drive up. And there was no way Steve would even let you take a plane ride by yourself, he says it’s cause he’d be too afraid but you think it’s because you help with the dishes.

It’s Friday evening at the Rogers, a night of pizza and Noir crime films you both adore. It’s spring break, and you've spent every waking hour with Steve cooped up at home. You don't mind it, it has made up for a lot of the father daughter time missed between missions. But god you can’t come back to school and say you spend the holidays with Captain America again.

“So..Sam called” You murmur, fainting nonchalance whilst you watch his every expression out of the corner of your eye. Gene Tirney’s whiskey voice blares from the TV screen in front of you.

“Uhm?” Steve replies with his mouth full.

“Yeah, he was wondering when I’d come down again to see ‘em. Bucky’s spending some time there too, helping out with the boat and Sarah” You reply, stretching your arms out in front of you.

“And what did you say” Steve replies after wiping away the smudges of sauce from his chin, eyes widening

“I said I’ll have to check with Corporal Rogers first” You tease

“Hey, I’m not anywhere near..”

“Dad we haven’t left this house in weeks, I’m not going to go another week locked in here” You reply

“I let you go places..remember Monday?”

“When you asked me to buy your cream of mushroom from the Bodega?!” You shriek, eyes boggling.

“Yes..?” Steve replies unsure, eyebrows furrowing

“That was a chore. For your own benefit by the way, I mean who in their right mind likes cream of mushroom?” You reply

“Ay, I’m not going to let you disrespect my taste in food for the second time today” Steve replies

“Oh please, I barely said anything about your choice of onions as a pizza topping-

“My pizza topping?? I was reconsidering dinner when you wanted pineapples. Fruit should not belong on pizza, there are rules. When I was your age we had-”

“To boil everything or else we’d get tetanus and die” You moan, rolling your eyes 

“No..when I was your age I don't think pineapples even made it to New York yet” Steve murmurs, hand on his chin as if to truly consider it.

“Are you sure you're my father?” You reply, and are met with a soft cushion flying towards you.

“Work’s just been a lot lately kid. And I miss you too darn much to let you leave my sight. You know how I am, I see kids go missin’ everyday. Don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you cause I was reckless”

“You aren't getting sick of my face?”

“Never”

“You’re not being reckless Dad, I’m going to be with Sam for gods sake, and Bucky too! In Louisiana of all places! They probably mug you with bugnes as pistols” You giggle

“Don’t joke about that"

“Oh come on! You both were on a team for like eighty years, you don't trust them?”

“Of course I trust them, they’re your designated ‘if i get in a freak accident they take over’ people.

“Hey! Don’t joke about that” You quip

“I just like knowing you're near” Steve replies after chuckling

“I could just stay for a weekend! I’ll be back before you know it. Swear” You plead.

“You say that now..” Steve cocks his eyebrows, part of him knew you'd stay six months there if you could

You put on your best heartbroken pouted face whilst Steve goes through the motions of being finally convinced. His eyebrows furrow, his hand coming up to scratch at his golden locs as he considers it.

His shoulders slump, and before he can even say a gruntled “Fine..” You’re cheering, getting up to twirl around the lamp lit living room. Steve chuckles at your antics, eyes glinting with light at the sight of you jumping in happiness.

He knew he’d say yes in the end. You're his little girl, he can’t ever say no to you.

“Whilst you're up, switch out Laura for somethin’ else. We still got a checklist to get through”

“Isn’t it getting close to your bed time, senior citizen?” You giggle, reaching for the box of recorded movie tapes under the bookshelf dresser.

“Age ain't going to stop me from showing you what good cinema is” Steve barks, reaching for his glass of water gingerly.

You’re half through the Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade flickering his cigarette in flashes of black and white when Steve's phone rings.

He groans loudly, lying on his back with his legs stretched and laying on the coffee table with the bitten edges of pizza crust left over. The couch buzzes beneath your weight, somewhere deep within the crevices near spare change and ink pens it vibrates.

“You gonna get that old man?” You turn to Steve, mouth filled with cheesy saucy bread

“Easy now Rogers, and finish your mouthful” 

You roll your eyes as Steve searches under the blanket stretched across you both, a sound of triumph leaves his throat when he grasps the metallic slick edges.

“Rogers” Steve grunts into the phone

“Ah Fury…Mhmm..didn’t they have Clint on that?..Right..”

You raise your eyebrows at the conversation between Steve and Fury, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he plops his head back against the head of the couch.

“For three weeks? Fury, you know I got Y/N to take care of. It’s why I transferred out of the field, it isn’t ‘cause I like reading” Steve murmurs, eyes cutting to you

Your eyebrows widen at that, mouthing to ‘pass the phone’ to Steve who shakes his head at you. Growing impatient, and longing to see Sam, Bucky and Sarah you make a mental note to blame them for the scolding of a century as you reach and swipe the phone from Steve's lazy grip.

“Yeah, I don’t know Fury- HEY”

“This is Steve Rogers manager speaking, yes he can and will be there for the mission”

“Y/N” Fury replies, his voice lit with a hint of humour at your antics.

You wrestle to escape Steve's reflexes, luckily you're a teenage girl who wants something so you're obviously faster. You throw the same pillow Steve had thrown at you before in his face, running behind the couch with the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, poking your tongue out at Steve.

“Hey Fury! How’s the wife and kids” You remark

“Who told you about my wife and kids”

“Oh Fury, think those confidential documents are safe from a certain Spider?”

“Goddamit Parker..” Fury mutters

You doge a flying pillow headed your way, Steve’s face growing red with frustration at you missing every hit. Super soldier my ass.

“Where’ll Steve be stationed?”

“Prague-wait, aren’t you twelve? I hate to say it but the soldiers right, you can’t just be left alone-”

“One word Fury. Louisiana, Beignets and a bird”

“That’s three words”

“Yeah well I ain't twelve but I didn’t correct you on that did I?”

“I’m an old man, Y/N” Fury replies gruffly

“I’m pretty sure you were in the hospital hallway at my birth..” You murmured

“How did you-?!” Fury replies

You're too busy skipping zig zag across the living room to escape the pieces of pizza, cushions and cd covers flying your way to hear him. You heard it once that it helps dodge bullets, and with the horsepower behind your own fathers arm, you think it matches.

“Makes sense anyways, there isn't a Wilson and Barnes without a Rogers nearby. You guys are like goddamn pack members” Fury replies “Let Steve know to be packed and ready by Sunday”

“Bye Fury” You giggle, swiping the red button before throwing the phone immediately at Steve who lunges for it.

Running to hide behind the first thing you see, you peek out from the forked leaves of a potted plant to see a very angry and very dishevelled Steve.

“Is now a good time to say I got a 90 on my science quiz?” You reply with a gulp

You’re smart enough not to run out the car seat the second Sam’s house comes into view, despite the itchiness festering in your bones driving though Louisiana and not being able to finally set your feet down onto it.

Steve called Sam the next morning, and you had already packed a suitcase of clothes and necessities a few days prior. You always felt healed after every road trip, and tuning out blues and Leon Bridges whilst driving through the country felt like a respite in itself.

As Steve pulls into the dirt drive way, you see Sam perches on the deck waving towards you both. You squeeze your hands into fists until he switches the ignition off, and then you are too. The car door springs open and you're rushing into Sam’s arms, giggling as he twirls you around till you're dizzy and sick.

“You’re Father has been keeping you from us” Sam says, shooting an accusatory dagger towards Steve who has begun to unload your belongings.

“Hello to you too Sam” Steve shouts from behind the open boot with a gruff voice. 

Bucky’s booming voice makes its appearance before he does, rounding the corner of the back yard wiping grease off his hands onto a dirty old rag.

“If it isn’t Miss Rogers! Took ya long enough” He replies, pulling you into a tight protective hug whilst Steve sets your duffel bags on the porch edge.

Sam turns to Steve, pulling him into a hug as well, his hand slapping his back with a loud umph.

“Shame you couldn’t stay over here as well” Sam says

“Fury. Clint needs some help down in Nové Město” Steve says tiredly after embracing Bucky.

“When Duty calls” You reply 

“Steve answers” Bucky and Sam say in unison.

“It wasn’t me this time” Steve points at you accusingly “The drive up here made me start regretting it enough. Lay off will ya”

“It was okay? We’ve been getting some Black bear sightings along Wood Lake” Sam replies

“We were all right. At least I won’t have a nagging buzz in my ear the drive back” Steve teases,

“Hey!” You reply, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Y/N, You’re ours now. You no longer have to face that tyrant” Bucky chirps, pulling his hair back into a bun.

“And this tyrant” Steve shifts, looking down at his watch “needs to start heading back” 

“Already? Can’t stay for lunch, Sarah’s making her seafood boil” Sam replies

Steve audibly groans, rocking on the balls of his feet as he shakes his head at the thought of missing out on Sarah Wilson's Louisiana renowned seafood.

“She is? Oh my god that better not be a lie Sam” You reply. Sarah��s cooking was like no other, you’ve been begging her to hurry up and make the next best selling cookbook.

“Yup, she's got me on shucking duty” Bucky says, feigning exasperation that held very thinly over the clear adoration Bucky had whenever he talked about Sarah.

You look towards Steve, and he raises his eyebrows as you both communicate silently. Bucky was head over heels in love with Sarah Wilson, it was getting annoying seeing them do this dance.

“Alright, time for goodbyes Kiddo” Steve replies after stifling the smirk that tugs at his mouth whilst he watches Bucky crane his neck at the sound of Sarah coming through the door.

“Steve Grant Rogers, you better not have thought of leaving without giving me a proper hello” Sarah calls, her dark coils pulled into a high bun that has begun to uncurl and frame her face.

“Tsk, Sarah. Of course I wouldn't leave before seeing the better Wilson.

“You got that right” Sarah chuckles, pulling Steve into a hug. Sam grumbles profanities under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

“Where are the boys?” 

“Staying with a friend, did ya'll know something about this ‘hoverboard’ mess that's going around?” Sarah questions, exhaustion clear in her tone from dealing with two children wanting something.

“Could probably call Tony and he’d just make one for you” Steve replies with a chuckle at Sarah’s tone.

“Great idea soldier. Knew you were gonna leave early so I packed you a little somethin’ for the road” Sarah smirks, passing the tote bag on her shoulder that even you could smell had something decadent wrapped in careful parchment.

“Sarah Wilson, the woman you are” Steve replies, grasping the bag gingerly with a sigh as he peers into the wrapped dish.

“Ya can say that again” Bucky mutters softly under his breath, his hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck as Sarah shifts her gaze to him.

“Okay, I’ll admit it I’m gonna miss you oldie” You say, rocking n your feet as the feeling of separation begins to settle.

“Com ‘ere kid” 

You quickly run into the open arms of Steve, blinking back tears as you lean your head on his broad shoulder. Rocking back and forth in his embrace Steve caresses your back tenderly.

“I’ll be back before you know it. We might even stay a bit longer when I do come back” Steve whispers in your ear.

You lift your head “Really? You mean that?” You whisper, as you meet his gaze, searching for any sign of a lie.

“When have I ever lied?”

“Well there was that one time you said you weren't scared of spiders..” You reply before Steve quickly cuts you off

“Okay that's enough”

You giggle, before Steve squeezes you in his arms. Shaking his head as you both part and he sets you back down.

“Never gets easier saying goodbye'' Steve replies, before moving to embrace Sam and Bucky, and placing a chaste kiss on Sarah's cheek before turning back to you.

“Now, call me before bed and in the morning, okay?” Steve replies, his tone morphing into an authoritarian lilt.

“Yep, and I'll text you some photos and videos throughout” You reply sweetly, as Steve nods along with unblinking eyes.

“What are you doing”

“I’m just taking a mental note of how you look exactly as I left you, and I will notice any piercings, hair changes and god forbid tattoos-”

“Okay, okay, just take a photo while you’re at it”

Steve shuffles on his feet, moving the back to his shoulder as he pulls out his phone

“Oh you aren’t actually-” You say, before the flash of Steve's camera cuts you off midway.

“Alright, I think I’m good to go” Steve replies, before nodding your playful punch on his shoulder.

You walk Steve to the car, hugging him goodbye again before Sam and Bucky exchange some information about something confidential, top secret, and definitely one you shouldn't listen in on.

But you do. 

And it’s boring anyway.

The kitchen is bustling by mid afternoon, shells of craw fish and prawns scattered on the table counter and the dirty water of shelled oysters flowing down the edge of the grassy front lawn. 

The smells of cajun seasoning and buttered corn leaves you asking Sarah when it's done every five minutes till she’s banishing you from the kitchen and sending you off with a lemonade.

You move through the littered toys and figurines AJ and Cass had left in their clear hurry to spend the night at a friend's and push the screen door open with your hip. Careful to not spill your drink, you take a seat on one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a sigh.

The sounds of the nearby pier docked with ships and fisherman makes its way even down the rocky dirt roads of Sam’s place, easy against the chirps and rustles of shrikes up above the oak and willow trees around the house. 

You don't come to Louisiana to escape noise, life is all around you when you pay attention to it. New York is always awake, even at night- especially at night. Louisiana has a kind of hum that’s different, it feeds your soul.

Curling your feet underneath you, the screen door opens with a wack as Bucky stumbles onto the porch. The moisture of the beer drips down his fingers as he sits down on the adjacent chair to you.

“Sarah kick you out too?” You reply with a giggle as Bucky grumbles under his breath.

“I was just askin’ if we need to make this much food for four people..” Bucky replies, shaking his head with regret as he rests it on the back of the chair.

“Ooh rookie move mister” You reply teasingly, before Bucky cuts his eyes to you

“Oh and asking the equivalent of “are we there yet” is any better” Bucky banters, taking a swing of his beer before immediately grimacing.

“How’s you get Steve to agree to leave you for three weeks” Bucky starts, bringing his feet up to rest against the porch wooden fence.

“Oh I didn’t, Fury called and I just snatched the phone and told him he’d be there” You replied

“And you’re still breathing?!” Bucky replies incredulously

“I’m shocked by myself. But what about you?”

“Me? What about me?” Bucky replies with an eyebrow raised

“Are you staying in Louisiana indefinitely? Makes it a lot easier to convince Dad to move down here too” You continue

“I..I don't know. Maybe. Helping Sam out with the boat and everything has been good. Really good in fact.  The people here aren't afraid of me..or this” Bucky points to the vibranium compartments of his arm.

“I wasn’t, I knew they wouldn't be too” You muse, smiling as Bucky looks up at you.

“Thanks kid. Finally starting to feel normal again, part of the community now I suppose. It’s weird, even back in Brooklyn i never felt so..a part of something before”

“Can’t just up and leave ‘em like I would’ve before. Especially when Sam needs my help”

“And Sarah” You add, hiding the smile behind a nonchalant nod.

“Yeah..Sarah” Bucky adds, his eyes glazing over as he leans back, eyes shifting to the towering tree leaves that cover half the sky.

You watch him carefully, seeing the way his leg jitters a little at the mere mention of Sarah, how so in love he is with her and you can’t help yourself anymore.

“You love her, don't you?” You murmur, as Bucky quickly swings his head to look at you.

“Hmp?”

“Sarah?” You inquire, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

“I see the way you look at her,  the way you both look at each other, and I’m here practically every summer break. Which is never”

Bucky’s face morphs from shock to realisation, sitting upright as he scratches at his dark overgrown hair.

“You think she looks at me? I mean, in that way?” Bucky asks after a pregnant pause, his voice quiet and filled with anxious shyness. He can’t even look at you, looking out into the rounding hills of the roads and houses ahead.

“I know she does. Let it be the teenage girl who can tell who is acting like two love sick high schoolers” You grin, as Bucky’s eyes twinkle, unable to hide the adoration and love about to burst through.

“Or let that Chef who came down from Chicago swept her off her feet..what was his name again?” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows as you take a sip of your melting lemonade.

“Easy now, Rogers” Bucky replies with a bark, jaw clenching at the thought of Sarah being with anyone else.

“Foods ready!” Sam calls out from the kitchen window and Bucky helps you up from your seat, tipping out the last of his drink onto the stepped on grass before you both make your way back inside.

The thick book raised high above your face does little to block out the midday sun, you’re lying on the dock, the wooden planks warm underneath your shirt as the ends of your hair dip into the lake’s surface.

It’s a quiet hidden sort of mystical place, off the side of Sarah’s house where practically nobody but the Wilson's and by extension now you and Bucky now know about. Sarah divulged memories of spending new years here with the boys and their father years before, how it seemed likes their own little getaway.

The yellowed pages of Bucky’s first edition Hobbit flick between your fingers as you fly through the adventures of Bilbo and the fantastical realm of Erebor. You notice AJ and Cass’s squeals and laughter suddenly silent, and for the first time since you had laid down you sit upright looking across the grassy field.

The boy’s frisbee you had lost many games to earlier is dashed to the side, and as you wipe lazy exhaustion from your eyes to see Sam pull out a notebook and pen on the rug. Dusting off the dirt from the dock, you make your way through the grassy foxgloved trail towards him.

“Where did everyone go?” You question, throwing the book onto the soft cushioned floor.

“Bucky and Sarah had to take the boys home, AJ somehow ended up hurting himself on grass. And before you ask no I don’t know how” 

You giggle before plopping down on some cushions, stretching your arms out with a groan.

It’s easy to talk to Sam. About school, about New York, about life, everything.The unrelenting sun helps ease the discomfort of certain things sure, but Sam has always been your person.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, looking at Sam scribble some things into the paper

“I like to write sometimes. Not for anyone else, just for myself. Can be about how I’m feeling some days, people I remember, hell even some poetry”

“I tried the whole journal taking thing, the counselor at school said it might be good since I don't have a “conventional family dynamic”. Psycho babble for, everyone you know and love have fought aliens in space and have the capability to take down a government. 

“I mean, there was that one time the Quinjet dropped you off at school” Sam chuckled

“That was one time! And that was because Tony hates traffic” You add, shaking your head at the embarrassment of disembarking from a 30 feet aircraft that works as a spaceship.

“But it must be hard, ya know? Having to share your dad with the rest of the world”.

“Hm? Sarah’s boys share you with them too”

“Yeah, but you know it's different. Parents are meant to be plain, they’re meant to live through us. Imprint all their expectations and dreams onto us”

“Well, maybe you should start seein’ things at what they ‘could’ be, instead of what they're meant to be. Sure, I don't have the kind of Dad that comes from the office at 5pm and has days off. But I get..this. You and Bucky, Sarah and a damn Asgardian King as my family. My Dad spent his whole life fighting, showed me what having immovable morals and good character makes of you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world, makes you feel a lot safer when there's an inbuilt super hero team on speed dial too”

“Damn you Rogers and your century wisdom. You spent a couple decades in the ice too?”

“Haha, don't group me with that icicle. 

Birds chirp and warm wind tussles the grass you lay on.

“Oh Louisiana"

“Nothing like it ey?”

“In the entire world. Get now why Steve never allowed me to stay longer than a week”

“Why’s that?” “Cause I'd never leave. I'd probably force him to retire and build a house with his bare hands across the road from you”.

Sam chuckles.

The sound of footsteps makes its way from the trail, and Bucky appears rounding the corner, his vibranium arm glinting in the sun.

“Do I hear the familiar crinkling of Guidry’s?” You shout out excitedly as Bucky raises the familiar peach coloured paper bag in the air

“Easy with the goods, Barnes” Sam calls out, before Bucky plops down next to you, ripping open the pastry bag to unveil the perfectly powdered beignets still warm.

“Told Elijah you had come down for a visit and he gave a little extra” Bucky says, before reaching for one of the pastries dusted in snow.

“Yeah…Steve was right” You reply, after groaning at the sweet and airy taste of the most perfect fluffy pastry you have ever tasted

“Bout what?” Sam and Bucky both say in unison mouths filled and faces covered in powdered sugar

“I’m never gonna leave” You giggle, wiping the sugar from your chin.

The sun makes its disembark down the coastline, as tunes of Etta Jones, Rockettes and Hozier murmur from Sam’s faded blue speaker. You fill your stomach on sugary beignets and sweet tea, leaving sticky fingerprints on card faces through hour long games of Euchre through the afternoon light.

[21wanderer]

Night ride

Body a day - #9: School

It was a quarter past eight on a dull Thursday evening, when driving instructor Sam drove into the parking lot at the driving school. His student, Thomas, was waiting for him, as tonight was his night driving lesson.

“Good evening,” Sam said faking enthusiasm, “are you ready for a night ride?” “Yeah,” Thomas answered indifferently, he was a pretty guy, but his personality was shitty to put it bluntly, Sam had however had worse students.

After having gone through all the various light functions on the car, Thomas got behind the wheels, while Sam sat next to him. It was a nice night for a drive…

They drove out of the city, they needed to drive pretty far to find a place dark enough for the lesson. However after exactly thirteen minutes of driving, Sam asked Thomas to pull over. Thomas asked why. “I think I need to fill up the windscreen washer fluid before we continue, I thought it could wait, but I think, I should do it, before we drive any further,” said Sam and loosened his seatbelt as the car stopped, “Do you remember how much you need to put in?” “Between minimum and maximum?” Sam answered unsure. “Exactly,” replied Sam, who began to lean towards the backseats. This was all a distraction, whilst pretending to grab something from the backseat, Sam jabbed a needle into Thomas’s thigh. Thomas yelped as soon as he felt the poke; “Ouch! Was that you, who poked me?” he snarled at Sam. “Sorry,” said Sam feigning innocence, “it was my keys.”

From the floor on the backseat, Sam retrieved some tissue paper, again just another distraction. “Pull the lever at your left knee,” Sam said as he went out the car and went to get the windscreen washer fluid. Retrieving the container of blue liquid, he went to the front of the car and opened the hood, he carefully filled the reservoir. Then he closed the hood, put the container as well as the driving school’s ‘student driver’-sign from the roof, back in the trunk, and shut it.

Sam then went to check on Thomas, he was unconscious, just as planned. It would still be some time before the bodysuit serum had done its trick. He unbuckled Thomas’s seatbelt and pushed him over on the passenger seat. He could however not resist the temptation to put on Thomas’s shiny Moncler jacket. It was still warm and smelled great. Sam couldn’t wait to pull on the rest of Thomas’s clothes, as well as his body.

Sam started the engine and drove away. The rapidly deflating young man on the passenger seat was however becoming a distraction, and as a good driving instructor, Sam couldn’t have that, so he pulled over on the side of the road and chucked what remained of Thomas onto the backseat.

He headed towards a remote location, by the time he reached it, Thomas had to be ready.

Besides the stars and moon, there was little light at Sam’s destination, but at least it was a place he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed. Having put the backseats down, the car was roomy enough for what he had to do next. After having undressed the twisted remains of Thomas, Sam ran a scalpel down the young man’s spine, making an opening for him to enter. He undressed, then began to pull on Thomas like a wetsuit, first the feet, the legs and the ‘nether regions’. Thomas had a nice butt, Sam had to admit.

He pulled up the torso and slid his skinny arms into Thomas’s big ones, the guy worked out, that was for sure. Finally Sam forced his head up through the neck and into Thomas’s head. He pushed the young man’s facial features into place. He then had to apply an ointment to his back, though it was actually more of a sealant, after that he jabbed himself with another needle, which was basically a binding agent.

Satisfied he began to dress in Thomas’s discarded clothes, every single item down to his wristwatch and of course the puffer jacket. He smiled to himself in the rear-view mirror. A handsome young face.

He then took out Thomas’s papers from the driving school, checking his home address, he then flicked to the last page of the lesson plan and added: Night driving lesson: Passed.

[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 4 - here is the LINK to the previous part. Warnings: mentions of prior abuse, but I’m not going into detail, some swear words, Sebastian comforts Jen and he’s very open about how he values her and feels towards her. Basically Seb is just a huge softie. Taglist: @rainerax - comment if you wanna be added at all &lt;;3

Shanghai, China, April 2013.

When I arrived in Shanghai for the Chinese Grand Prix I felt completely on edge. The last time I’d seen many of these people was after a drunken exchange with my ex boyfriend which left me with a slowly fading bruise to my left brow bone. My usual concealer had been layered over the mark and my caramel coloured hair had been pushed in front of my eye, just to add an extra concealment.

Despite the nerves and anxiety of coming back, I still did feel good. I was excited to be in China, it was overwhelmingly hot, a different kind to what it felt like in Europe, I avoided sweating at all costs by staying in the garages, doing my best to keep at work whilst the engineers outside worked hard to put together the last of the track and surrounding areas. My head set was on and I was extremely focused on the report from Mark’s car performance in Malaysia. So many numbers, so, so many numbers…

I was blind to the people around me. I had to remain so focused that I didn’t even realise when a blonde man was sat besides at me, smiling away whilst I squinted back to the vibrant of the computer screen. “2…3, 50 Kilo-” “Two, three, fifty?!” A voice startled me, I jumped back in my chair, hand simultaneously pushing back my headset as I raised my brows to see Sebastian sat in the chair besides me. I gasped audibly out loud as he snickered, waiting for my response. “Sebastian! Hi! I’m sorry, you shit me up!” I cursed, holding my hand to my chest. “Sorry.” He teased, moving forwards with his arms out. My heart was in my throat for a reason other than being startled, the fact he was here, right besides me after two whole weeks. “How are you?” I pressed a hand to the back of his shoulder, his warmth radiating through his fireproof shirt. “Very good, better if you replied to my text…” my voice hitched, my jaw was slack as I casted my mind all the way back to the taxi ride. “Oh my god, Sebastian!” Again, I gasped, rummaging for my phone. “Fuck, I was in the taxi. I’m so sorry, that’s so rude of me!” I fumbled but Sebastian just laughed putting a hand on mine to settle the clumsy movements.

“There you go breaking my heart again, Jennifer.” Seb dramatically sighed as I slumped slightly, watching back to him with an amused smirk. “Shut up.” I glanced back to my computer. “Maybe I didn’t reply to you for a reason.” I teased as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “Your feisty boyfriend had something to say about it?” He, again, smirked as I felt something pang in my upper stomach. Turning back to my laptop, I began awkwardly laughing. “Ex- boyfriend.”

“Oh.” Seb sounded like his breath was heavy as I gnawed on my bottom lip gently. “Yeah..” I inhaled through my teeth awkwardly. “I’m really sorry about how he acted in the club before we left. That was so embarrassing.” I cringed even thinking about it. “You don’t need to apologise.” Seb lowered his voice to a more serious tone, resting on the desk besides me as he played with his fingers, the two of us making eye contact again. My stomach was fluttering from a mixture of nerves and the fact his shoulder was brushing against my own.

“It wasn’t you that did anything. I think he was just threatened, after all. Are you surprised?” He then teased causing another smile to grow on my lips. I nudged into him, feeling him laugh and place a hand on my upper back briefly. “I hate you, Seb.” I joked.

“That’s not nice.” He pouted as I playfully rolled my eyes, nudging into him once more, just a little more lightly before I turned back to my computer screen with a smile. After a few more seconds, I could feel Seb’s gaze on me, and when his finger reached out to brush my hair away from my eye, I flinched back in response. “I’m clumsy when I’m drunk.” I pushed my hair back over my eye as Seb’s smile faded ever so slightly. “I know…” It seemed like he forced his lips to twitch back up again, but when he did I just pretended like nothing else had been noticed and got back to my work. On the inside I was screaming, my heart was pacing and I was for some reason worried he’d put the piece together of where the bruises actually came from.

An hour or so later I’d bumped into Hannah again, greeting her excitedly with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “It feels like ages since I’ve last seen you!” I giggled.

“I know! It feels like months! How are you?”

“Good thank you! And you?” “Good, good to be back! Your eye okay?” She frowned, nudging my hair back slightly. “Oh yeah, my nephew accidentally knocked it the other day. Looks worse than what it is.” The lie fell easily off my lips. “Is he young?” She smiled. “5, his sisters 1 and they’ve already got another on the way.” That wasn’t a lie, and bringing up my nephews and nieces was a good way to get out of any topic of conversation about anything uncomfortable. “Cute!” Hannah grinned as I turned to my right slightly, noticing Sebastian lingering. My smile faltered, putting two and two together. I’d told him something completely different about how I injured my face. Forcing another small smile, I was quick to spin back around to my computer, acting busier than ever as I continued to make random small talk with Hannah. I just prayed to god he wouldn’t bring it up or he’d forgot, and for the next few minutes I had gotten away with the little white lie. The thought played on my mind for the rest of the day. I knew Sebastian heard me loud and clear, so as soon at 5PM hit I was ready to get the hell out of there and back to my hotel room. “Hey, Jen! Are you coming out for food later?” James called out just as I got to the door. “Oh, sure, what time?!” The delay caused me to stumble clumsily forwards and two hands to grab my shoulders. Sebastian stood, steadying me. “Oh! Seb, sorry!” I giggled, gazing up to the man. His hair was covered with a RedBull cap and he for some reason was looking better than ever.

“That’s ok. Could I grab you for a minute?” His brows twitched slightly as I struggled to make eye contact. Fuck. He was going to bring it up. I knew he was. “Yeah, sure.” I breathlessly spoke, seeing him nod as he left a gentle hand on my upper back.

“Text me, James! I’ll be there.” I called back out to my fellow design engineer before heading out of the garages into the space between paddock and grid. “It’s coming together nice out here.” I nervously spoke, clutching my bag tightly over my shoulder.

“Yeah, it is.” Sebastian sighed from behind me as I pursed my lips anxiously. I felt like I was delaying the inevitable by walking two steps ahead of him, so I paused, turning to face him.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I just…” Sebastian began with a frown. My heart began drumming against my ribs, “you know how much I care for you.” He began as I tightened my jaw, staring down to the ground.

“I just wanted to see if everything was ok.” He managed to blurt out as I stole a glimpse up to him again. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” I lightly asked as he let out a gentle sigh. “He shouldn’t lay a finger on you.” The German man finally spoke as I felt cheeks warm in embarrassment. “I heard him yelling at you, I’m sorry it’s none of my business, but- I-I know he’s done that to you. I should’ve followed you out.” I paused completely now, standing face to face with him. My heart crumbled at the regret on his voice, his brows were furrowed and he had a blue expression lingering over his features.

I inhaled to begin speaking, but the words fell flat again. “I’m sorry.” Sebastian muttered.

“You just… deserve better than that, somebody who would value you, I would value you.” The last sentence of his words, again, struck something deep inside of me.

“Seb-“ I began. “You don’t need to put up with that, I won’t allow it.”

“Seb, I’m- I’ve left him. Right after that night.” I voice was a little breathless and I did feel slightly uncomfortable talking about the topic.

There was a look of relief that covered his face, I offered him a gentle smile. “I would treat you how you deserve.” He then stated as I felt a little confused with his words. “And I would kill him for laying a finger on you.” He continued as I sucked in my bottom lip, gaze falling to the ground. Was he admitting something to me? Whatever it was it felt like the complete wrong timing, I hated myself for feeling a sense of happiness at what he was admitting.

“It’s okay.” I reassured, gazing back up to him. Sebastian again, had a saddened look on his face. “Let me take care of you.” He stepped forwards gently as my heart began fluttering. I couldn’t, something else washed over me, panic? Guilt? It was too early and I couldn’t believe I was about to say it- “I-I don’t need taking care of. I just need some time.” I explained as he gulped, nodding as he followed along with my words. What exactly was he trying to tell me?

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no I understand. Completely, Jen.” He rubbed at my arm as I offered him a sad kinda smile. He looked slightly deflated, and every time he’d glimpse at the bruise on my eye I could practically see his stomach churn in anger. “I do appreciate it though.” I slipped forwards, easily into his arm. The hug was the first major close contact I’d had with him, it felt so good. “You know I’d say yes I just need a little time.” I rubbed at his back, sighing into the contact as he grazed a hand down my hair. God, I’d needed this hug so badly. “I can give you all the time in the world…” Oh Sebastian, he was breaking my fragile heart…

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Okok but bunny!kappa who’s needy 24/7 and distracts you by teasing himself hoping that you’d come over and “sort” it out. Bunny! Kappa who nearly cries when he has to cockwarm his toy instead of you using him like he wants to. Bunny!kappa who stifles his moans when he’s riding the toy as you’re on the phone. He’s such a vocal person as well so keeping quiet is so so hard for him :(

Thank you so much for this very delightful ask, anon! 🖤🐰🖤

Attaboy

Summary: Kappa just being a very needy bunny boy for mommy 🐰

Pairing: bunny!Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Content Warnings: Bunny Play Smut 18+!, Thigh Riding, Bondage, A Bunny Tail Plug, Very Needy Kappa, Mommy Kink, Implied Chastity

A/N: This gave me so much brain rot 😩🥴

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @basementgrl222 @amayalul

Lift, oh, lift me out

Of my own skin

Of all my doubt

Oh, and take

Take from me

Leave nothing left

Take everything

- Hypnosis By Sleep Token (Will Ramos Cover)

"Hmhmm…", Kappa's high-pitched, dragged out whine got lost against your collarbone, mixing in with the soft sound of your fingertips tapping on the keyboard of your laptop, "Want attention, pwease."

The desperation in his tone brought a cheeky smile to your lips as your eyes were still trained to the display, the cursor helping you to keep your gaze set to the right lines of the text in front of you.

"You gotta be a bit more patient, yeah? Why don't you be a good bunny for mommy and ride my thigh for a bit, huh?" You suggested, annoyed at yourself that you'd procrastinated this assignment to the absolute last minute…again.

"Come here, don't worry, I got you." Your other hand was flat against his lower back, right underneath his tied up arms, steadying him and encouraging him to rock his hips against your leg.

"But, mommy, please…" Another desperate mewl followed the first one.

"Behave.", Your voice rendered firm for a moment, "You gotta wait until I'm done here or you're not gonna cum for another month."

"Hmhmmm…" He sniffled into your shoulder, cheek resting against your shirt-clad breasts.

"Use your words, hun." Your middle finger flicked over the touchpad to scroll down further.

"Don't wanna wait any longer, need you so much, pretty please." Kappa's face was hot, even through the fabric of your shirt you could feel just how worked up he was already.

"Nuh-uh, stop that begging. You either take up on my offer or I'll lock that pretty cock of yours up again, your choice." You taunted him teasingly, your hand softly pressing against his back, inviting him to grind along your thigh.

"No, mommy, don't want that.." His breath hitched a little as you felt the soft, fuzzy, black fluff of his plug hesitantly graze along your leg, pushing his ass against your thigh to ease his throbbing need.

"Attaboy!", You cooed into the crown of his head, "Mommy's gonna read as fast as she can, okay?"

To give him a little more to work with, you raised your leg in steady ups and downs for him to fuck himself on your thigh.

"Ugh, shit…feels so good…thank you, mommy." Kappa tried to choke back a deep groan but it was a fruitless attempt, the sound had left his lungs way before he could help himself.

"Of course, anything for my perfect bunny boy, no?" The palm of your hand started to stroke over the skin of his back in loving touches whilst still helping him with his posture, making sure that he wouldn't flail and slump into you.

"Just a few more pages and Mommy's all about you, baby." Your eyes practically flew over the sentences of the document, your brain struggling to keep up with your need to get this out of your hands as soon as you could.

Some random facts about Greek agriculture flew through your mind as you basically just haphazardly skimmed through the text. Something about grain, wine and olives, the holy ancient Greek trinity and something about plowing acres in the humid Mediterranean climate. The information tried its best to settle down in your long-term memory but you knew that hardly any of it would actually do and you didn't exactly care.

"Need you to touch me, mommy…" It rambled out of him in a breathy stutter.

"I know, hun, I know. Just be patient a little more, yeah? Not enough for you to grind on my thigh, no? Poor lil' bunny, always so bouncy and needy for me." It took all your self-control not to just close your laptop and give Kappa the release he'd been waiting on for so long now.

As you felt Kappa picking up his pace, his throbbing cock thudding against his belly with every roll of his shaky hips, your eyes started running through the sentences. Not even really taking note of their contents anymore. You just wanted to be able to pretend that you'd read all of this, to raise your hand once or twice during the next class to utter some luke-warm facts for your professor to at least remember your face before exam season rolled around faster than you liked it.

"No, shit…fuck…", Your gaze shot towards Kappa immediately, your eyes widening in surprise and equal parts of amusement, "No, no, no, damn, mommy, 'm gonna cum already!"

You didn't try to stop him, no, you very much knew how pent-up the last few weeks had rendered him and he'd been such a good, obedient bunny for you that you allowed him to have this right now.

"Ouw…", You softly hummed into his hair, both of your hands now cupping his waist, "Did fucking yourself on my thigh felt so good, huh? Issok, bun, cum for mommy. Just let go, I gotchu."

For another few unsteady rolls of his hips against your thigh, Kappa grinded his crotch against you, his balls tightening up before he faltered, heavy moans cascading out of his trembling lips as white-hot ropes of his cum splurged all over his lower abdomen and the seam of your shirt, soaking into the fabric.

"There, there…", You pressed a long kiss, affirmative to his temple. "Did so good for me, bun."

Kappa's bright red face pressed into the crook of your neck as he gasped for air, slowly coming down from his orgasm.

" 'M so sorry, mommy.." He, indeed, sounded sorry and not at all please about just cumming like that.

"Oh, no, stop that. It's okay, baby. Been waiting for that so long, no?", You led one hand to wander right to the nape of his neck, your fingers getting lost in sweaty strands of his hair while you hugged him against your form, "Take a breath. It's all good and who said that it'll stop me from touching you as soon as I'm finally done with this stuff here, huh?"

[ababybiter]

living with bangtan part 3

slow burn, fluff, smut, f2l, s2l, e2l, bts x reader, maybe you can help me decide the main love interest ;)

It's a slow start to the morning, which turns into a fast paced one very quickly. You wake up early, so you eat breakfast in the kitchen alone, watching the sun come up. You savour the quiet and lack of chaos that is the boys. Today was the road trip to the beach.

What started as a peaceful morning became rushed, you accidentally fall back to sleep after your shower, only to be awoken in your towel by a sharp knock on the door from one of the boys. "I've already called shotgun so don't try it!" You hear Taehyung skip away from the door.

Finally, everyone piles into the mini van Jin hired for the trip. You bag a window seat in the middle row, and Jungkook squeezes in beside you. He tries his hardest not to interfere with your space, placing himself just so, his knee barely so much as knocking yours.

"Alright dickheads I'm in charge of the snacks, don't get greedy." Yoongi slides in on the end.

"But you always fall asleep, give them to someone else." Jin plugs himself in and turns on the engine.

"Tough, it'll make you more self disciplined."

"You sound like my mother." You groan, and Jungkook chuckles.

Taehyung jumps in the passenger. He turns around to you. "When do I get to meet your mother?"

You narrow your eyes at your best friend. "Why?"

"I just so happened to come across her facebook page-"

"Stay away from my mother Taehyung!" You lean across Jungkook, feigning a slap.

"Is she pretty?" Jungkook tries to make eye contact with Taehyung.

"She's lovely." He smiles an innocent smile and you cover your face.

As the journey starts, Jungkook puts on his headphones. Taehyung controls the music whilst making conversation with you for most of the ride.

"Hey Jin-Hyung go easy on the potholes we're dying back here." Jimin whines from the back row. You turn around and he gives you a playfully terrified expression. You giggle.

"Sorry." Jin calls back to him. "We're basically here."

You nudge Jungkook who had fallen asleep as soon as he started listening to music, so he can see the ocean come into view. At first he screws up his features, annoyed to be awoken, but then he takes in the view and smiles. "We're here." He leans forward. "We're here, right?"

"Yes, Jungkook. We're here." Jin sighs. "I thought if I heard 'are we there yet' from Y/N one more time I was going to crash the car."

"Thank you for keeping us alive." You pat him on the shoulder.

As you step out of the car, the smell of the sea invigorates you, the wind blasting your hair back. You squeal excitedly. "Do you know how long it's been since I went to the beach?!"

"A long ass time?" Jungkook chuckles, stepping out behind you.

"Do you think there are amusements here?" You turn to him and almost melts at your expression before realising what you just said.

"You mean like arcades?" He lights up. "Fuck yeah I hope so."

"Wow, there's two of them." Taehyung mumbles.

--

You, Jimin, Hobi and Taehyung have a hilarious time challenging each other to sprint races along the shore, the waves lapping at your feet. You almost die laughing as Taehyung takes a tumble into the water. That is until Jungkook joins the races and it all gets old very quickly.

"Man, and I thought it was bad losing to Y/N at Mario Kart." Jin tuts from the blanket. "It's even worse watching this train wreck."

"Yeah, fuck off Jungkook." You collapse on the sand as Jimin tackles Jungkook onto the towels.

"Watch out!" Namjoon growls, moving his book out of the way just in time. The two of you hadn't actually spoken one on one since the kiss, but it wasn't awkward, in fact you were glad that neither one of you had brought it up.

"What are you reading?" You edge closer, breaking the ice.

He glances up at you carefully, then realises you're not about to make fun of him. "It's a book I'm planning to recommend to the class on Monday. I know, I know, working on a trip."

"I mean, yeah it's good to get ahead, but you should relax, Joon. You're acing the professor stuff."

"I just, can't look like an idiot up there. I'm pretty good at most of it, and staying calm through all of it. But it feels like if I slack off for a day or two, it'll all come crumbling down."

"It's not healthy to be like that." You touch his arm. "I mean it Joon, you're one of the best professors this college has ever seen. And you're not even full time yet!" He hides a smile as you continue. "Relax, please. You deserve it."

He meets your eyes then, and you almost cower. He hasn't looked you dead in the eyes since your kiss, and it's like the two of you are both brought back to that moment right there and then. His gaze drops to your lips and you think he might do it again, right here in front of everyone, but he snaps his head to watch Jungkook and Jimin wrestle over a packet of crisps.

You follow his gaze to watch Jungkook smack Jimin on the head with the chips, causing you to burst out laughing. Jungkook catches your eye and grins.

"Hey, Jin." You turn around looking for him, he's sitting up now, dusting sand off his shoes. "Let's go find a giant Mario Kart machine so I can beat you again."

"Oh, you're on." Jin moves to get up. "I'm done with the sand anyway."

"You're both on!" Jungkook sprints to the end of the beach, towards the shops.

"Look what you've done." Hobi rolls his eyes, tipping his neck back to drink some water. He's sweaty from running, and it beads down his neck. When he catches you watching, he smirks. "You like me or something?"

"I like that water you're drinking." You snatch it, blushing. "It's so hot." You tip the water back, letting a lot of it dribble down your throat, and onto your thin top, cooling you off. When you finish and stop to wipe yourself, you notice Hobi staring right back.

"What?" You smirk. "You like me or something?"

"Let's go, Y/N." Jin holds out a hand and you take it, leaving a gobsmacked Hobi to sit on the sand.

--

The sky turned pink as the eight of you headed back to the car after a tiring by fun day.

"Hey." You felt your back collide with something soft. You turned to see Yoongi stood there, a black and pink plushy in his hand.

You gasped. "How did you-"

"I saw you looking at it. Here." He passes you the cute teddy you saw in the claw machine and thought would look perfect on your bed.

"But, how? These games are like, scams?"

"I'm just that good."

"Thank you, are you sure I can keep it?"

"Yeah. It's not really my style." He shrugs.

You look down at the toy, it's little playful smirk and vampire teeth. If Yoongi were to ever be a teddy, it would be this one.

As you jumped into the car, Namjoon sidled up to Yoongi. "So how much did you pay the teenager working at the arcade to open the machine up?"

"Not much. These kids will take anything. It's sad really." He smirks.

Namjoon smiles softly, watching you show off your plush to Taehyung.

"So, winner of the most games gets shotgun the way back right?" Jungkook jumps into the passenger seat, causing the others to groan. Joon takes the opportunity and slides into the seat next to you.

Jin rubs his face tiredly. "Okay kids, next stop, home."

"Earbud?"

You turn to see a cozy looking Joon, almost being swallowed by his hoodie, holding one of his earphones out to you.

"Sure." You smile, leaning closer to him. A relaxing R&B song fills your left ear drum, and soon enough you're lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body and cologne.

"Y/N." A deep voice wakes you. "We're back now."

You wake up, your head resting on Joons shoulder, the earbud long forgotten.

"Oh, thank you."

"For what?" He chuckles, helping you out of the car.

"Um...I'm not sure."

For waking you, letting you use his earbud, his shoulder, for making you feel comfortable despite the last few days, and for smiling that same smile he's always held for you, at you now.

The boys are already dragging themselves to the elevator, slapping Jin on the back as they go.

"Who's up for fried chicken?" You beam, earning a chorus of strangely melodious cheers.

--

jimin :): are u coming out tonight? <3

You stare at the text on your phone, contemplating. It was a Thursday afternoon, and you had a 10am class the next day. With anyone else you'd have answered a simple yes or no, stating the time you wished to stay out for. But there was a strange buzz in the air, something brewing in the pit of your stomach.

It had been a while since there had been a crazy night out, and you had a feeling tonight was long overdue.

you: what's the plan again? x

jimin :): crazy new club in central, i think all of us are going

you: crazy??

jimin :): dress up babe :P

Soon enough you're squashed in the back of an uber, the ribbed tight dress you chose hugging your curves. Jimin spreads his legs and grins at you. He looks insanely good in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

"You know it's pitch black outside right?" You laugh.

He giggles as Hobi holds a phone out to the two of you. "Say Cheeeeeese."

Jimin throws up a peace sign, leaning in to you. You get a waft of his aftershave, and press your cheek to his.

When you get to the club, Jimin leans forward to thank the uber driver personally, even though you tell him he doesn't need to, he always does.

You step out, balancing your in heels on the curb. You swish your hair around, looking for the other uber that the others followed you in. The boys are right behind you, piling out. Jin is standing on the sidewalk, staring at you.

He's using his hands vigorously as part of a conversation with Jungkook, all the while, keeping his eyes locked on you.

And you keep your eyes on him too.

He looks like a model tonight, black shirt with too many buttons undone, something about him sparkles. You walk straight over to him.

"Are you wearing glitter?"

He winks. "That's just me."

You walk into the club, blue lighting surrounds you, the bar is decked out in neon, like a beacon of hope to get wasted. In expecting the prices to be extreme, you had all pre-drinked at the apartment just to be safe.

"Want to dance?" Jungkook pushes his long hair back, also decked in black, he looks too good. The heat from his body already making you sweat. The kid was a human radiator.

"Let's do it." You let him guide you on to the dance floor. The two of you start jumping to the beat, before the song quickly changes and you turn your back against his front.

"What are you doing?" He huffs.

"Dancing." You grab his hands, placing them on your hips.

You feel his knuckles tighten and he pulls your ass against him. You're not sure what comes over you, probably the shots you did in the kitchen, but you're shaking your ass over his crotch, feeling his jeans tighten with every movement.

Suddenly, he pushes you off. "Careful."

"Why?" You spin, pulling him in. "It's fun-"

"It wont be when I pop a boner on the dance floor." He glances behind you and you follow his gaze to find Hobi, a secret laugh on his lips and two glasses in his hands.

"First rounds on me." He shouts over the music, handing the drinks to you and Jungkook. "Am I interrupting?"

"No." Jungkook blurts.

You roll your eyes and push past them, heading for a seat at the bar. You slam your drink down on the surface, trying to control the feelings inside you. Jeez, when was the last time you got laid?

You close your eyes, massaging your scalp for a few minutes, before you're finishing your drink quickly.

"Woah there, you're meant to savour it." Hobi comes up behind you on the stool. "That cost me way too much."

"I was getting hot out there." You slip off the stool.

"Yeah, I can tell." He grins, shaking his head. "I'm loving the dress by the way."

"Thanks. I'm good now though. Let's dance." You pull Hobi back to the dance floor as a fast paced drum and bass starts. You can't count how many people you accidentally hit with your hair, but then you're spinning and spinning, the colours and lights blurring into one orb.

"Go Y/N!" Jimin laughs his pretty laugh, pulling out his camera and snapping shots of you.

"You okay Y/N?" Hobi grabs you.

"Never better!" You grab him and jump.

Really you were, not a care in the world in that moment, with them. You spin again, knocking into Jungkook. He laughs.

"I'm sorry about earlier!" You shout into his face.

"Don't worry about it." He smirks, pulling you closer. "I'm sorry for getting weird. How about a redo?"

You grin and let him run his hands over you as dance to a new song. You face him this time, running your hands through his hair. "Your hair is getting so long!"

"I know." He winces. "Should I cut it?"

"No!" You growl almost animalistic-ally. "I love it." You mewl.

"Yeah?" He huffs, his hands sliding upwards. "You love it?"

"Yeah."

You're not sure when the two of you got so close, or who leaned in first, but suddenly you're kissing Jungkook. His lips are warm and wet from his incessant licking of them while you were talking. You feel him smile into your mouth and soon the two of you are giggling like a couple of experimental besties.

Suddenly rough hands separate the two of you, Yoongi, who hadn't spoken to you all night, pushing Jungkook off into a quiet end of the club.

"Yoongi what the fuck are you doing?" You grab his bicep but his posture stays locked in position to shield Jungkook from you.

"What are you doing, Jungkook? This is a bad idea and you know it."

"We were just having fun!" Jungkook looks bewildered. "Hyung, you can't be serious-"

"What's the problem?" Jin appears.

Yoongi turns to him, avoiding your gaze. "This kid just-"

"I saw what happened on the dance floor." Jin. states calmly, hands in his pockets. "What's your problem?"

"She's drunk!" Yoongi cries.

"No I'm not!" You exclaim.

"They're both the same level of tipsy." Jin tells him. "You're just seeing what you want to see."

"I'm trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake." Yoongi argues.

"So which is it Yoongi?" You force him to face you. "I'm drunk or I'm a stupid mistake?"

"That's not what I-"

"The fact is, she's neither." Jin cuts him off, instantly silencing the 3 of you. You're about to beam and thank him for standing up for you when he adds on-

"If Y/N wants to make that kind of choice, she's just as responsible." He turns and gives you a dark look, his eyes penetrating the safe wall he had built himself, shielding you from the social anxiety of being judged by nearly everyone. Now he's shot through the barrier with just one stare.

You're confused, your heart pounding so fast from the adrenaline and everything else. Jungkook looks guilty, Yoongi won't even look at you, and Jin is already turning away, bored, with a hint of something else in his expression.

It hurts.

"Whaa is going on?" A drunk Namjoon barges into the awkward circle. "You guys are really sucking the good vibes out of the whole club." He slurs, swinging his nearly full glass.

Jungkook looks up. "Joon, careful."

"Why?" He throws his body from side to side dramatically, whatever liquid was in that glass now covering your neck, chest and lower half of your hair. It instantly soaks your dress and you wonder how one drink can spread so much. How did this night go downhill so fast?

You gasp.

"Oh no, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Joon's eyes widen as the moment seems to sober him briefly. "I-I didn't see you-" He looks utterly devastated.

You feel worse.

"I'm going home. I...don't feel like I should be here anymore."

Before anyone can say anything, you turn swiftly on your heels and make a beeline for the door. The thumping bass is all you can hear until you push out of the double doors and past the startled bouncer. You hobble over to the a side road, pulling out your phone, thanking the heavens in that moment for instant cab services.

Two minutes. You thank your lucky stars again for Uber. You strain your eyes, gazing down the road, willing it to appear. You sniff and pretend you're not on the verge of crying.

One pair of footsteps comes up behind you. You don't have the energy to even defend yourself if it were a stranger. Luckily it wasn't.

"Someone had to go after you, and since this is pretty much my fault, it should be me.”

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END OF PART 3

who is it 0.o find out in the next part which will contain smut!

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Three

Pairing:  Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary:   You go speed-dating but Bucky has your attention just as much as you have his.

A/N:  Thanks so much for reading, I hope you're liking where this is going. The next chapter or two is set on the same night so there's more speed-dating and more Bucky wanting your attention.

If you like any of this series so far please give it a like and a reblog.  If you’re loving it please let me know what you think or feel about it - I will always reply to comments and reblog comments where Tumblr doesn’t lose them in the ether.

Date night attire- Blue peplum jump suit. Image source: Pinterest - but that’s as far as I remember where it came from.

Emails, messages, and social media conversations are in bold block quotes.

Acronym/terms glossary for this chapter: PUG - Pick-up Game KDR - Kill/Death Ratio

Warnings:   Alcohol consumption and drunkenness, slight implied fat shaming, light emotional discomfort, Buvky is a flirt.

***18 + content - this series is written for adults.  Minors do not read or interact please ***

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Nine to fives in the Tech One role basically meant you were doing Angela’s job while she skived off and fluffed her future career with the general manager.  You didn’t care, you had all the responsibility you wanted with none of the management commitment, and the busier Angela was with her own business the less she was all up in yours.

Before you knew it, the time was 4.30.  You’d been thinking about your plans for the evening whilst dealing with menial tasks that shouldn’t have even been escalated to you.  Then again, they were easy so you didn’t mind all that much.

You mentally planned your time between leaving work and meeting Becca and Den.  Pick up a sandwich and then a tube and train ride home since you only brought your car to work for night shifts.  Hopefully Baker Street tube station wouldn’t be heaving otherwise you’d be window-licking all the way to Vauxhall station.  Shower, make-up, get dressed (the blue jumpsuit wasn’t a bad idea), and do your hair before getting a taxi at 6.45 to meet the girls at Rococo - you liked that bar, they served good cocktails.

At 4.55 you finished your last call and set yourself as unavailable.  There would be no chance you’d get ready in time if a new case came up and you had to stay to finish it.  You submitted your final report and put your headset on charge for the morning.  With an enthusiastic wave to Angela, you exited the tech suite in a flurry of fumbled coat and bag at bang-on 5pm.

Arriving home twenty minutes later than you’d hoped, feeling harassed and thoroughly peeved at the inconvenience that was the rest of humanity, you threw your stuff on the sofa and rushed upstairs.  You’d eaten your sandwich on the tube ride home, ignoring the snarky looks you got from the people stood near you.

Yeah?  So what?  Big girls still need to eat, y’know.

Your shower was rushed and your make-up wasn’t cooperating.  Originally you’d wanted a nude look that made you look natural but pretty.  As it turned out, fate had other ideas and after some drama with your blending, you decided to darken your eyeshadow and add some false lashes to sell the whole look.

Attire:  Sapphire blue jump suit with an asymmetric peplum and tapered ankles.  It had a V-neck tank style top that accented your breasts but wasn’t overly revealing.  You liked the peplum because it took away the problem of possible camel toe, and because it hid your tummy and a bit of your thighs too.

Hair:  No problem.  Dried and loosely curled, left down.  Perfect.

Shoes:  Standard nude pumps with a heel high enough to be cute but low enough to be comfortable.  Matching bag.

Taxi:  Arriving now.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you slipped into the back of the taxi and headed to Rococo – on time.

“You look so pretty.”  Denise said, fake kissing your cheek.  The greeting kisses weren’t fake because the greetings were fake but because getting your lipstick on your friend’s cheek wasn’t the done thing, at least not until much later on in the night.

“Thanks.”  You grimaced.  Never truly able to accept a compliment.  “You too, Den.  I love your new make-up look.”

“Thanks honey!  I love your hair.”  She twisted some of you hair around her finger wistfully.  “I wish my hair was as nice as yours.”

You groaned internally, not wanting to get started on round after round of compliments.  Yes, you were insecure but the constant fishing compliments drew your thoughts to everything you didn’t like about yourself.

Just stop already!

You smiled uncomfortably and patted Den’s arm awkwardly, watching Becca come from the bar with drinks.

“Babe!  You look great!”  Becca slipped a glass of complimentary wine into your hand before hugging your fiercely.  “I hope you pre-gamed.”  She muttered in your ear - a sign that tonight might not be as easy as you hoped.

“If you can call ham salad on rye pre-gaming.”  You chuckled, sipping at the wine.  It was cheap but passable – it would get you pissed.  “How’s it looking?”

“So, I saw this one guy who looks pretty fit but he’s not really my type.”

“You mean he’s shorter than you?”

“Yeah, exactly that.”  She sipped her wine with a shit-eating grin.

“Give him a chance when you get to talk to him, he might surprise you.”

“Oh, he’s not here for the speed dating.”  She looked sheepishly around.  “He’s behind the bar.”

“Jesus, woman!”  You laughed.  “Well here’s to you getting laid, real fucking soon.”  You toasted and clinked glasses.

The three of you took pictures; selfies and a couple of full length pictures in pair.  You hated pictures of yourself but had to admit that you did look pretty nice when you got dressed up, and your curves looked a bit sexy instead of frumpy and lumpy.

After two glasses of wine you were starting to warm up.  The organisers had given you all sticky labels with your names on them and a ticket with a table number on it, a date scorecard and a pen.  Becca was table two, you were table three and Denise was table four.

There were twenty tables in total with a woman sat at each.  Dates would last up to five minutes, with a minute between so daters could fill out their scorecards and the men move to the next table, and some bathroom time every few dates.

You were nervous.  So nervous that you could quite easily freak the fuck out and just leave.

You’re not here for you, you’re here for Becca.  You reminded yourself.

Thankfully there were waiters who would come around a top up the drinks as the dates progressed.  Becca was right, you should have had a few pre-drinks.

You looked up to see a ginger-haired, round-faced man stood in front of your table.  He smiled at you, his eyes a sparkling blue that made you think maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Ginger-haired Mike turned out to be a mummy’s boy.  Living at home, never moved out, not once.  In between jobs.  Bird watcher.  Tea-total.  Vegetarian despite the leather shoes.  And thoroughly boring.

“It was nice to meet you, Mike.”  You shook his hand weakly and watched him shuffle away before putting a cross next to his name.

Your next date was a guy dressed like he was attending a job interview.  Who knew, maybe he was.  Perhaps he was after a domineering woman to run his life.

You were so right about that.  Right off the cuff, he admitted what he wanted.

“I’m looking for a strong woman who isn’t afraid to take charge of things, in life and in the bedroom.”  Dan said.  His intense stare, held over-long, was a little creepy. No.  A lot creepy.  “I like bossy.  Are you bossy?”

You drained your glass as a way to stifle the nervous laugh you almost snorted out.  Looking past him, you made eye contact with one of the waiters and tapped your glass with a soft smile, mouthing thanks when she’d topped you up.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Dan, I just don’t think that’s for me.”  You watched him nod, his lips thinning down into a thoughtful line.  Maybe here isn’t the place to look for what you need, it seems like you’re after something very specific.  And you don’t want to pay for it.  You added mentally.

You felt like an agony aunt, hearing the relationship woes of the general public.

Dan thanked you for your time and left at the end of your ‘date’.  He moved to Denise’s table and you couldn’t help but smirk at how that one was going to go.  He was a general bottom and she was a sexual bottom.  You chuckled dryly putting a cross next to his name as well.

Your next date wouldn’t talk to you.  Liam sat messaging on his phone after stating: ‘I don’t date big girls, sorry.’

Well, if that wasn’t a little upsetting you didn’t know what was.  You had to respect him for being upfront about it, and he didn’t insult you or anything but the way he just blanked you after stating his preference really knocked your confidence.

You supposed that since Liam was ignoring you there was no harm in giving your phone some attention too.  You decided to reply to Bucky.

Buckinator!

FYI, future Mr MoonDragon would have to have an impressively huge set of balls on him to handle me.  And I don’t know about getting lucky… I might have to clear out some cobwebs first lol.  Though by the looks of it, that’s not going to happen tonight.  No sir!

Just had this one guy completely blow me off.  He’s sat ignoring me on his phone right now.  What can I say?  My personality is just that magnetic lol.

Yeah, guys say that all the time about Russian accents… You’re just one of the many suckers drawn in by a sweet and attractive Russian doll.  I have to say I’m a little disappointed in you, here I was thinking you were different.

At this rate I’ll be able to play in this PUG you were talking about though I dunno how good I’ll be… there has been copious amounts of wine consumed already 😛

MD XX

The wine made you brazen and you flirted a little more in your email to Bucky than normal.  You hoped he didn’t get scared off because you were really starting to like him.

Your phone vibrated in your lap twice during your next date – a guy who was so interested in talking about himself that he never got to hear anything about you, which suited you fine.  There was a kind of confidence and cocksurety that could be attractive, and then there was arrogance and a downright self-centred kind of behaviour that was repulsive – this was that kind.

After that date, everyone was allowed a bathroom/smoke break, and you had been drinking the wine pretty fast so were ready to break the seal.

Sitting on the loo you checked your phone.  Two emails from Bucky.

WTF?  What an asshole!  What did he say?  He obviously needs a lobotomy or some sort or intervention if he doesn’t find your company riveting.

So, big balls are a requirement?  Just how big do they have to be?  Asking for a friend lol.  Cobwebs?  Jesus woman, you’re presenting quite an image.  Surely it hasn’t been THAT long?  Is assistance needed in the clearing of said cobwebs?  Also asking for a friend 😉.

Oh, gimme a break!  I never said I liked a Russian accent that much.  I mean, it’s cool and all but I actually really like yours.  Your voice rocks so hard I could listen to you talk all fucking day.  Pretty sure I’ve been the perfect gentleman about it though.

Listen, wine is good, don’t worry about drunken PUG playing.  I’m already on the whiskey.  Just come play with me, my KDR is improving now that you’re not fragging me left and right.  Can’t possibly have THAT now can we?

I’m off to pour another drink!  CHEERS!

Bucky XXX

Oh shit!  Give the guy an inch in terms of flirtation and he runs a mile with it.  Blushing, you read his second email.

Sorry if I said anything embarrassing or took things too far.  You can ignore drunk Bucky.  He talks so much shit.

Buck X

What if you didn’t want to ignore it?  What if the things he’d said had lit a fire in your chest that was starting to melt that famously commented upon (by him) frozen and shrivelled lump of coal you had for a heart?

Buckinator!

I’m hiding in the bathroom right now lol.  Why can’t all guys be like you.  You’re really sweet, you know?  Don’t ever apologise for being you.

But yes, you do talk so much shit, it’s part of the reason I like you 😉  Don’t go getting angry at poor Liam, if they’re all like him then I get to talk to you more.

I’ll see what I can do about playing later.  I’m in work tomorrow though and my boss complains if I look tired when I rock up at the office.  No promises.

MD XX

The next few dates went alright.  Conversation flowed and you actually talked a bit about yourself.

There was one guy, Rick, who you actually checked the yes box for a second date.  He’d been charming and lovely but also witty.  He’d made you feel appreciated just in the five minutes you got to spend with him, complimenting your smile and the sparkle in your eyes.  Laughing when you played it off as the glassy stare of a wine-soaked drunkard.

Another bathroom break and you had three emails.  One from Nat, and another two from Bucky.  What the hell was he doing?  Maybe the whiskey was loosening him up like the wine had done for you.

Hi MD,

Just messaging to find out if you’re in on this PUG later or if you’re just playing hard-to-get with Barnes 😉  I figured maybe you’d come play with me even if you wanted to avoid the train wreck that is Bucky on the bottle.

Hit me up,

Nat XXX

You quickly replied, choosing not to say anything about her comment on your playing hard to get with Bucky.

Nat,

I’ll try to play.  It depends on what time I get home from this date thing, and I’m working tomorrow too.  I actually think I want to see drunk Bucky.  He sounds like so much fun.

TTYL8R

XXX

You only had a couple of minutes before you had to be back at your table, and with half of the dates left to go there was still a lot of people to get through.  You quickly tried to read Bucky’s emails.

Umm…

Who are you and what have you done with my MoonDragon?  Calling me sweet?  Is the frozen tundra of your heart finally melting?  Have I finally penetrated your permafrost armour?  Don’t stop though, I like this contrasting side of you.

Babe, I’d be more than happy to have them all be like that guy if It means I get more time with you but they’re the reason you’re there, looking for love.  You deserve better than a bunch of guys that ignore you so I hope you find someone who’ll treat you right.

And if you don’t, I’ll be waiting.

Bucky XXX

Wait what?  Your chest tightened with mild panic and excitement.  You rushed to read his second email.

I meant I’ll be waiting to play with you tonight if you get home in time and hopefully don’t go for that booty call.

God I’m such an ass.  Sorry.

With your face fully flushed and a light bubbling of excitement still in your chest you made your way back to your table.

“You’re looking radiant.”  Becca leaned over to you.  “Find anyone you like yet?”

Yeah, but not here.  You thought bitterly.  Your blush was a combination of wine and Bucky flirting shamelessly with you.

“I checked one off for a second date.”  You said with a sigh.  “What about you?”

“Meh, two.”  She said and you were hard pushed to imagine which of the guys you’d seen that had piqued her interest.  You wondered if Liam was one of them.  Just wait until you told her about him later.

“Wonder how many Den checked.”

“Four.”  Becca laughed.  “She’s keeping her options open.”

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[wclking-fire]

HEALTH UPDATE

trigger heavy: vent tw, hospital tw, illness tw, blood mention tw and I guess harassment? a few comments were made, just read with caution please!

✿ Please know I am doing much better now, I am resting although I now think I have chronic fatigue from the fever which is a pain in the butt but I am glad I have recovered well. ✿

✿ Meowdy! I have something of a health update. So, remember that cafe job I got? Well it wasn't a job, it was a trial run. Basically free labour for them. Yeah. That started as a weeks trial and then some how stumbled into a month and then stumbled into two month trial, even though I mentioned my aim was to make money for christmas but whatever I guess. As the days went by I went from doing around three hours for three days to six days and almost doing six/seven hours worth of work. WITHOUT PAY I MIGHT ADD. Anyway that isn't even the worst thing. Get this. A month in I get bacterial tonsillitis and I am on a course of penicillin for ten days. They still have me working in the cafe, the only day I had off was when I booked the GP appointment to get my throat checked. Five days in and my tonsils are getting worse and worse and I am struggling to breathe at night like near on choking out. This employer is seeing how I am like during hours working and still doesn't let me go home and they still ask me to do more hours with each passing day. I have a fever, I am working seven hours on two hours of sleep, I am covering staff that don't get punished, they get sent to the back where I am front of house and just doing everything, I am stumbling over my feet because my ears are going with the tonsillitis. BUT GET THIS. IT GETS SO SO BAD I HAD TO GO TO HOSPITAL BECAUSE MY GP THINKS IT IS GLANDULAR FEVER. So, I get sent to hospital and turns out I had bacterial tonsillitis and glandular fever. The blood tests came back that my liver function was up, my temp was 38.6 which is deadly and my blood pressure was 167/93. I had fluids and went on my way, but like what the fuck? Like I have just had the absolute piss ripped out of me. Granted I said yes to all the times they asked me to come in so maybe it is my fault too, but still. If you can't tell someone is that ill??? Like really?? I sounded worse each day. Not to mention the texts messages sent were not showing any mercy like I said the doctor recommended two days off. They didn't they told me to go back when I felt better, but I was stubborn and told said employer 'oh they said two days off.' The employer responded. 'If you wanna come in tomorrow that is totally fine.' Then I was like well shit. I have to come in now... Lot of guilt tripping. They told me to call them next time I was off because it wasn't nice to read that I was off from a text??? LIKE WHAT-???? Then when I phoned them again about the whole thing it was just sighing like it was my fault I was ill??? News flash, you get glandular fever from scrubbing dirty dishes and guess what my job was. The scary part is that glandular fever affects the liver and spleen if I knocked my spleen whilst I was working it could of ruptured. Not to mention the sexual comments made to me like insinuating I performed sexual acts for a taxi ride I laughed it off but I shouldn't have and the comments about my weight like bleh. ✿

TLDR: The person who hired me for the free labour worked me into the ground whilst I had bacterial tonsillitis and glandular fever. After my trip to the hospital they sent me a message saying 'have they fixed you?' and I am like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK-

[ladietblonde]

So hi, it’s been a year, and a lot has changed but also nothing at all because really I’m still broke, still chic, and still in the same place neglecting my responsibilities.

My readership of zero I’m sure has missed me so much, love you guys wow. Here’s a quick update on my life so you know that a) I’m still alive, b) I’m still poor and making it work, and c) still chic.

As anyone would know, I’m an English student, now in my third year of undergrad loving the ride as my parents still support me financially in affording the roof over my head and the school that crushes my hopes and dreams and sleep. I have to work part-time to afford to eat, shop, drink, smoke, etc. and I do, but I’ve had some job struggles. I left my old clothing retail job I had for a year because I couldn’t deal with the pressure of commission and risking an empty paycheque for a more relaxed one. Of course, that went really really well for about five months when I totally had a panic attack mid-shift (being unstable is just so chic) and got cut from the schedule. That was three weeks before Christmas. Thank god I had birthday money to keep me alive otherwise I would have fallen apart and everything would have suffered. My devastatingly handsome boyfriend came to visit after Christmas and I finally had paid off my credit card balance (which really isn’t that high because I’m totally responsible and have a reasonable limit) but then his card got copied whilst he was here and I was footing all the bills and was quickly broke and indebted once again. After about a month of no work, no pay, and racking up debt I finally found another job not in retail which is so cute and easy but a 15 hour/week set schedule so it’s virtually impossible to afford everything on my paycheques. I love the job though and it makes me feel like such a student it’s just so perfect.

So now that whole unemployment struggle brought me back here of all places, because the chic struggle is really back on. I’ve decided though that since I’m definitely older and wiser, this blog should be too. Not saying I don’t condone not eating carbs for a month to fit into a size two, because I still eat chic (aka minimally, chewing is so basic), I’m saying that I need to share more and learn from my empty (but hopefully soon growing) readership. I’m not going to get social media though because no, you can’t see my face and I really don’t have time for that I only post like once every two months on my normal instagram and twitter creeps me out. I do need to share all of my wisdom with the world though like how to stretch your wardrobe so you only have to pay for laundry once every month and how to convince your friends that staying in is so much more chic than a bar and definitely how to make people think you’re so put together and mature and balanced when really you’re falling apart on the inside and can’t remember what a properly-sized meal looks like.

So yeah, in summary: I’m back bitches, and I might be here to stay a bit longer than last time, if you ask nicely.

[starrypawz]

This week has been marked with ‘my brain and body decided to be massive a holes’ and just

[stranger-nightmare]

Eddie Munson - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: surprise!! to celebrate the end of my birthday week sleepover I decided to do a lil nsfw alphabet for my beloved boy Eddie! I hope you enjoy!! <33

p.s I also just might have a few more of these lined up for a few more Stranger Things characters too…

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eddie is an aftercare king, literally the sweetest, softest boy there is. He’ll let you take your time as you recover, because he’s probably overstimulated the hell out of you after making you cum multiple times. He’ll kiss and stroke all over your body gently, whispering soft praise about how good you were for him. Once you feel ready to move he’ll coax you into the shower to get cleaned up. Sometimes he even joins you in the shower and helps wash your body for you. He’s just very tender and intimate with his aftercare. Like his aftercare is simple, but so effective. He usually puts down a towel or an old shirt or something before he fucks you so you guys won't have to worry about the mess too much afterwards. Then once you guys are cleaned up he’ll just snuggle and smooch the hell out of you until you guys fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Eddie likes his hands and his fingers the most about himself, and honestly it’s mostly because he knows just how much you love them. Eddie’s one to love and worship his partner’s entire body but I think if he had to pick some favourite parts it would be your ass, your thighs, and your tummy, no matter the size.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think Eddie cums a lot to be honest; I think he can go multiple rounds and cum multiple times. He’s also definitely has a thing for eating you out after he’s cum inside you, tasting the mixture of your cum with his. He’s also been known to to snap a Polaroid of his cum leaking out of you; he thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

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

Eddie likes to jerk himself off with your panties when you leave them behind at his place. Like I think he’ll take whatever shirt of yours you’ve left at his as well, or even the shirt of his that you borrowed, and just inhale the scent of you whilst he fucks himself into his hand, your pretty panties wrapped around his dick. He’s also obsessed with taking dirty pictures of you with his Polaroid. He even took a picture once of him jerking off into your panties and gave it to you as a gift to remind you just what you do to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay so personally I think Eddie is reasonably experienced. I don’t think he’s ever really been in a proper relationship before but I do think he’s definitely fucked. Like he's had quite a few secret hook ups and one night stands, like after his gigs or whatever. And he’s the type to get off on giving his partners pleasure so he’s definitely put the work in to learn how to please whoever he’s hooking up with so yeah he’s definitely a good lay in my opinion.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Eddie goes absolutely wild for having you ride him. He thinks he’ll literally never tire of that view. It’s usually his go to image in his head when he jerks off, when he’s not using his favourite filthy Polaroids of you. He loves how fucking hot it looks to have you on top of him but also he loves how intimate and sweet it can be when he sits up to press his face against yours, letting your breathes mingle and your lips meet sloppily as you fuck yourself on him.

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

Oh absolutely this boy can be goofy in bed. He’s so good at making you feel comfortable and safe and even in the midst of fucking you good and proper he can still make you laugh and giggle with his antics. He’ll put on stupid voices, crack jokes, whatever. Sex with Eddie can sometimes just be so lighthearted and fun. And you think it might just be one of your favourite things about him. But, don’t get me wrong, Eddie can still be super intense and serious when he wants to be. Sometimes while he’s fucking you he’s so unbelievably soft and tender and intimate with you you genuinely think your heart might burst; like he literally teaches you the definition of making love.

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

Eddie doesn’t shave down there at all and honestly good for him. His bush is glorious, it’s canon to me. His snail trial is beautiful and you often love to gently twirl your fingers in his lil trial to tease him before you get to touching him.

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

As I said earlier Eddie definitely has an intense and intimate streak to him. He really puts his all into showing you how much he loves and worships you, because this boy is down bad for you. And I think he shows this a lot by worshipping your body and pleasuring you. Like Eddie is definitely a giver in the bedroom and it’s one of his ways of expressing how much he fucking adores you. He also does like to be face to face with you when you’re ‘making love’ because he loves watching your face. He likes being so close to you he can feel your breath mixing with his own, your noses bumping together, your lips meeting in desperate and sloppy kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yeah Eddie jerks off a lot. Like a lot. And like I said previously, he’s definitely got a thing for using your panties to help get himself off. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if he got himself off almost every night. He usually likes to whip out the dirty Polaroids he’s got of you and jerk off to them. He’s constantly having to take even more filthy Polaroids of you when you come over because he’s, well, ruined a few of them by accidentally finishing all over them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, both being choked himself and choking his partner. Biting / marking. Mild blood kink. He likes to be pegged for sure. Overstimulation. Edging. Somnophilia. Voyeurism. Mutual masturbation. Being tied up / restrained, or doing so to his partner; those handcuffs come in handy ya know. He’d probably be into role play / dressing up, like having you as a sexy maiden or elf queen or something along those lines. And I think with the role playing thing he might potentially be into some consensual non-consent stuff, but only if you were into it too. He definitely has that fantasy of fucking you whilst you’re wearing the infamous Princess Leia bikini. He also kinda has a thing for fucking you in places where other people can hear you as well; he’s into semi-public sex.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

So I think his favourite place to do it is probably your bed because honestly it’s just much nicer than his. But he also likes to do it in his trailer, especially since he’s usually alone a fair amount of the time whilst Wayne is out working a lot. Like as much as he does have a thing for letting other people hear how good he makes you feel he also really likes the intimacy of how closed off from the world the two of you can be in the trailer alone. Also special mention to his dungeon master throne because he most definitely likes to fuck you there as well. And honourable mention to the back of his van, of course.

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

Oh gods, almost anything and everything turns him on. He is a horny, horny boy. You wear his favourite skirt to school? He’s fucking you in the nearest storage room. You chew your lip whilst you concentrate on your strategy during a DnD game? He’s fucking on the table afterwards. He genuinely just finds almost everything about you so incredibly sexy he struggles to contain himself most of the time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any kind of face slapping, I don’t know why but I just don’t think he’d like that / want to do that.

0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he definitely prefers giving. He fucking lives to eat you out, it’s one of his most favourite things in the world. He could do it for hours, just revelling in how good you taste. Sometimes it’s enough for him cum in his pants just from going down on you. But don’t get wrong, he’s still absolutely fucking weak for when you go down on him. When you blow him he is an absolute wreck, like whimpering and whining pathetically as he bucks into your mouth. Usually he doesn’t let you blow him for too long before he’s just begging to actually fuck you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eddie is flexible and adaptable, he can honestly do both! He can fuck you hard and fast, so rough and brutal that you’re seeing stars. Or, he can make such sweet and tender love to you that your heart literally melts from the intimacy and intensity of it.

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

Oh he’s always down for a quickie. Like yes he absolutely loves longer sessions where he can really take the time to make you cum over and over again. But sometimes the two of you can only squeeze in brief moments together and a quickie is all you can afford, and he’s honestly more than happy to take that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah he’s absolutely a risk taker when it comes to fucking you in semi-public settings. He absolutely loves to fuck you whilst there’s other people in the house because he gets off on the idea of other people hearing just how good he makes you feel, other people hearing you scream his name. You’ve honestly lost count of the number of times he’s fucked you in random bedrooms and bathrooms at various house parties. He’s also definitely down to experiment with various things, new positions, new toys, etc. He’s honestly always looking for new ways to please you and through all the experimentation he’s mostly paying attention to what you end up liking and enjoying the most.

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

This boy has incredible stamina. He can go round after round with minimal recovery / rest time in between. And even if he needs time to recover he’ll still make busy with pleasuring you in the meantime. I feel like this makes up for the fact that he doesn’t really last too long once he actually starts getting stimulated himself, which is why he puts so much effort into pleasuring you in other ways like with his fingers and / or his tongue. Regardless, Eddie tires you out good and proper pretty much every single time he fucks you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he’s probably got a very well used fleshlight that he sometimes uses to get off with when you’re not around. And he think he does like to use toys on you as well. Again like I just said in the previous point, he likes to pleasure you in other ways before he gets to actually fucking you so yeah he absolutely loves to use toys on you. His favourite is using a reasonably small vibrator to help fuck you at the same time he eats you out. Then there’s, of course, the strap-on that you use to peg him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease. But it’s usually because he wants to make you just as horny as he is at any given moment. He knows how much you love his hands and his fingers and he uses that to his advantage. Placing them on your thigh, brushing them along your arm, running them suggestively over his lips, adjusting his belt and looping his thumbs through his jeans. Just anything to draw your attention to his hands because he knows that’s a sure fire way to drive you absolutely wild with lust for him.

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

Eddie can be either quiet or loud depending on what mood he’s in. So when he’s domming you he’s very loud; grunting, groaning, and talking dirty. But when he’s in sub mode he’s a bit more quiet. He’s all soft whimpers and whines, gentle gasps and moans, his voice shaky and wavering as he cries out your name.

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

Okay so because I think Eddie gets off on pleasuring his partners I think he’s actually really good in bed, like he knows how to please his partners. And because of this I think secretly a lot of the cheerleaders like to use him to covertly hook up with and get off because all their jock boyfriends are shit in bed. He doesn’t mind, I mean he think’s it’s hot, but also it kinda makes Eddie feel dirty and not in the good way because they’re all just using him for pleasure and then not even acknowledging him outside of that. This was all before he got together with you, of course. You, who finally showed him the love and appreciation he deserves outside of the bedroom as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay so I personally think Eddie is packing a pretty reasonable dick. In my head it’s slightly longer than average and is of average girth. And you best believe he knows how to use it.

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

Eddie has a hella high sex drive; that boy is horny almost 24/7. He’s literally so needy for you. If you can’t come over for the night he just makes do with jerking himself off imagining and wishing he was fucking you. Honestly, as I said, I can imagine he gets himself almost every night. And when you do come over to visit him, oh boy does he take advantage of every second you’re with him, going multiple rounds, making both you and him cum multiple times. But even outside of sex, Eddie is still just generally needy. I think he’s reasonably clingy and honestly just constantly wants you near him. He often likes to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He’ll do this even in the cafeteria at school, he doesn’t care, he really just wants to touching you in some way almost all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

My precious boy is absolutely lights out after he’s finished fucking you. Especially because it’s usually the norm for him to go multiple rounds with you. So yeah it’s usually mere minutes (after he’s finished with the aftercare of course) before he’s snoring away with his arms draped over you, his lips pursed into an adorable little pout. I don’t know why but I just imagine Eddie to have a tiny soft pout to his lips when he sleeps.

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So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

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D.R.W - dirty little secret

2.8k words minors DNI

danny x fem!reader

WARNINGS: daddy kink, gagging, slapping, degradation, cheating, spit, basically whatever u can think of

daniel robert wagner. what you wouldn't do for that man. one problem. he has a girlfriend. jordan. she was sweet of course but oh god was she a fucking airhead. you could fuck her boyfriend behind her back and she would never find out.

you had known danny since forever but never close enough to actually talk to him. he was in a band and seemed untouchable. that made you want him even fucking more. the way he played on stage made you dive your hand in your panties a great number of times. watching him play on stage was nothing but pure sex appeal.

one night after coming down from yet another high while looking at danny's instagram page you saw a particular comment.

jordieswxrld: so handsome! 💞

you were quick to tap on her account and message her.

y/n: hi girlie! you don't know me but I'm friends with the band and figured we could hang sometime!

jordieswxrld: omg hi!! i'd be down!

y/n: perf! does tomorrow at the tangle hearts cafe work?

jordieswxrld: it does!! how about 2ish?

perfect.

you continued to message her about stupid shit like your favorite colors, foods, how you met the boys, etc. you both agreed to bring one of the boys along. you got josh to agree and she said daniel would come along with her.

you set your phone down and drifted off to bed.

the next day you planned a perfect outfit. one that didn't draw too much unwanted attention but one you hoped would make danny notice you. even a little sneak at your cleavage would've made you happy. you slipped into a light brown cropped tank top with black high waisted pants. since it was starting to get cold you threw on a white knitted cardigan and some boots to top it off.

you looked over your outfit once more before meeting josh in your living room.

"ready to go?" you asked before grabbing your over the shoulder purse. he nodded and opened the door for you.

"i'm glad you're finally giving danny a chance, he's a cool dude." josh spoke whilst backing out of your driveway.

"yeah, i just guess i never felt the need." which a complete half assed answer and you knew josh knew that. it was an absolute lie. you never got to know danny because you'd eye fuck him everytime you'd come around him. every word you would have spoken to him would be dripping in lust. your words would have flowed like a spoon drenched honey, dripping back into the bottle with the sun casting a golden hue onto the counter.

the ride to the cafe was short, it wasn't too far from your house. the second you laid eyes on danny and his god awful girlfriend you didn't know whether to be happy around danny or annoyed to be around jordan.

as you got closer to the table, you presented a smile. danny and jordan got up, jordan greeting you with a hug first. danny greeted you with another hug, this one just a second longer than the one you had with his girlfriend. his cologne engulfed you. the scent alone made you want to rip his clothes off and go at it until you both had not an ounce of energy left in you.

"it's amazing to finally meet you! i've heard so many great things. i've just never managed to find time to hang out!" you said, faking your best friendly voice.

"ohh! i'm sure! you work at a big company i'm sure it's hard to find free time!" she said back.

"oh it really is!" you said sipping on your americano.

"i barely got today off." you spoke out, making casual talk.

"so, what is it you do?" danny chirped up.

"oh- well i work as a medical front desk receptionist. it wasn't too bad in the beginning but with covid, we're all so in demand so it's almost impossible to get any days off." you explained, taking in danny's every movement, every detail. his brown curls softly bounced with every movement his head made. the way he paid attention to your every word. you felt almost as if you were talking his ears off just to watch his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

for a moment you thought he was an actual angel on earth sent down to bless your body with some holy feeling. but the feeling was much less than holy. the exact opposite to be specific. maybe an angel sent from hell.

"y/n…y/n!" you said, getting snapped out of your thoughts by josh tapping you on the side of your arm.

"what?" you barked back, clearly annoyed.

"danny asked you a fucking question dip shit." josh yelled into your ear.

"shut the fuck up josh, youre so loud! sorry danny, i was in my own world for a second!"

"that's okay, y/n. i was wondering if you were going to be at the show tonight. maybe we could all go to a bar after the show." he suggested.

"oh definitely! that sounds like so much fun."

the boys were kicking off their first leg of tour right here in their home state, michigan.

the rest of the day was spent in that little cafe, you taking in every beautiful detail of what was the man in front of you.

when it was time for your departure, you hugged them all goodbye.

"bye you guys! see you tonight!" jordan said, walking back to the car with daniel.

"he is really cool." you said looking down at your feet.

"told you." josh said with a smug smirk.

josh dropped you off at your house before going to the venue he needed to be at for sound check.

you quickly ran to your room, desperately searching for an outfit when you came across two items you knew would work well together. you decided to go with the band's theme.

you dressed in a body suit that was a gold velvet texture. it was two pieces of material covering your tits just right. it gave enough cleavage but you could jump around to the music if you really wanted. you found a chain belt to hang around your waist. it was also gold with suns on it. the suns has faces on them and it was very much one of your favorite possessions.

you paired them with nude stilettos and started on your makeup. you went with a basic gold glitter on your eyelids with black winged liner. you carefully placed gemstones under your eyes, mimicking what josh usually has when he's on stage.

you took an uber to the venue, not wanting to deal with the mess that was parking. as you went behind the building, you showed your pass to the security guards and met up with the boys backstage as they were about to go on. you saw the kiszka's, danny and everyone's girlfriends but dannys.

as you walked up to danny, asking him where jordan had been.

"she had to be with her family, it was an emergency." he said, he sounded sad but not too bad to the point you felt the need to feel bad for him. maybe this was your chance. with all the pent up energy he'd have from performing, he'd need to take it out somewhere. right?

you gave him a long hug before slowly taking a curl of his into your hand and slowly slid it between your two fingers.

"you look good tonight. goodluck." you whispered into his ear, placing a hand on his chest before walking away to get a drink. you smirked to yourself, hoping you had gotten to him. you'd definitely shown enough of your tits for him to check you out at least a couple times at the cafe earlier in the day.

as you went back backstage, you saw the boys giving it their all to the fans. as you leaned against a wall, you noticed danny eyeing you every so often when josh would take a moment to give the crowd a heartfelt speech.

as you took a sip of your white claw, you managed to "accidentally" dribble some onto your chest. you made a fake surprised face and took the drops of it onto your finger. making sure danny was looking, you lapped the liquid off your finger, making eye contact with danny.

you watched danny take a hard gulp, shaking whatever thoughts he had going on in his beautiful mind.

during their last song, you made your way to his changing room. you took a seat on his couch, crossing your legs and scrolling on your phone mindlessly until you heard the doorknob turning. you quickly shoo-ed your phone away and put on a smug smirk plastered on your face.

as he walked into the room, he was shirtless and covered in sweat. if he asked you to, you'd lick the sweat off the soft skin of his chest. his chest was moving like mountains, heaving up and down because of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

"what are you doing here, y/n?" he sounded shocked. really you couldn't blame him.

"hm. just..chilling i guess, daniel."

you could tell your words were working their magic. his eyes slowly darkened as his pupils expanded, making his eyes look black and full of pure lust. you looked at him with hooded eyes as you got up, dabbing his sweat off with a cooled towel.

"you seemed distracted daniel. what happened tonight?" you giggled as you slowly backed him up against the counter multiple makeup products were laid on.

"you know what the fuck my problem was y/n." his voice was much darker now, sending another gush of desire in between your legs.

"tell me, my sweet daniel. what was the problem." the sentence was more of a command at this point. both of your voices were low, not risking getting caught by any of the other brothers.

"my problem is that you eye fuck me any and every chance you get." he said through gritted teeth.

you softly placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"i'm so much better than her daniel. i promise you that."

as you slowly pulled away from his body, he brought you back in with his hands digging into your skin.

"y/n.." he muttered.

"i've looked at you for so long, daniel. imagining how you'd feel against my body. imagining how much heat our bodies could produce together."

"if you keep talking like that i'm ripping your clothes off and fucking you dumb right here, right now." he said, pushing his very noticeable boner onto your thigh.

you were once, lost for words. not a single thought other than fucking the man in front of you were floating around your pathetic little mind.

"you don't think i didn't notice when you were bending over the table today? showing me your tits?"

you felt your bodies switch places. you were now pressed against the counter. you both were unbelievably hot and bothered. danny leaned down to place little kisses to your neck.

"what? you'd love be my filthy fucking secret. wouldn't you? getting fucked by me everytime shes not around."

"i'd love to be your dirty little secret, danny." you said, nibbling his ear lobe before slowly falling down to your knees. you undid his belt and undoing his pants. you watched them fall to the ground. you were left with his dick print outlined on his boxers. you wanted nothing more than to pull them down his thighs and shove his cock down your throat. yet, you refrained of doing so. you wanted to take your time with him.

you slowly outlined the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that had beaded through the fabric. you savored the salty taste on your lips before slowly pulling down his boxers. you softly gasped at his size, looking up at him.

"be a good girl and suck my cock like you're supposed to." he muttered, looking down at you. his hair was softly framing his face, his lips turning red due to softly biting on them.

you did as you were told and started with the tip, getting it wet and slobbered up. after doing so you ran your tongue under his shaft before taking about half of his dick into your mouth. he gathered your hair into his hand and made a ponytail with it, holding it together.

"c'mon now, you can do better than that. now can't you?" he said, pushing his cock down your throat. you let out a rather loud gag.

"look at you. acting like a whore and you can't even take my fucking cock." he growled, giving you a slap to your face.

he pushed his cock down your throat once more, leaving it there for a second.

"breathe through your nose, calm down." he smirked, loving to watch the struggle. when you gargled against his dick he let you off. a thick strand of spit connecting you to his cock. your mascara was slowly running down your face from your eyes watering while you gagged.

he stood you up, slipping you out of your body suit. you kicked your shoes off and he did so. the kiss you were currently sharing was full of moans and wet noises.

he pushed you back onto the couch and bent down to his knees. he slapped your pussy a couple times, causing you to jerk your body.

"danny please-"

"don't fucking speak unless your calling me daddy. do you understand?"

you were yet again at a loss for words.

"yes…i- yes daddy."

he pulled you to his mouth, giving a big fat lick, licking up every ounce of wetness you'd produced.

"you taste like fucking heaven. and this? is this for me?"

you nodded as he went back down on you. you covered your mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.

he sucked on your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the hand that was placed over your mouth was now yanking hard on danny's hair.

"fuck daddy, youre so fucking good- holy shit!" you whisper yelled as intense pleasure coursed through you.

"let me hear you. your pathetic whines."

"danny what abou-"

"don't. fucking. question me." he barked out at you.

he fucked you with his tongue, causing you to tense every muscle in your body.

"daddy- fuck! i'm gunna-!" you cried out as you came over his face. he pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal.

as you caught your breath, he walked over to grab his belt.

"on your knees." was all he spoke as you sat on your knees, facing away from him.

he grabbed your hands and quickly tied them together with his belt. how he knew how to do this? you would never know. and never would you have ever guessed daniel was so kinky.

he pushed you down, your chest hitting the back of the couch. a rough moan released from deep within your chest when danny stuffed his cock into your cunt. wet noises were bouncing off the walls, along with daniel's grunts and your moans. he grabbed your hands that were now tied together, using it to thrust into you. he took no time before going at almost impossible pace.

you were taking every feeling in, you couldn't help but let your mind go blank. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth was hung open.

"look at you. putty in my fucking hands. you came at me and now my cock is too much for your pathetic little self." he said, giving your ass a good couple slaps.

you started drooling, like you cared. you'd be a mess after this anyway. he threw his head back and gave the other side of your ass the same amount of slaps, evening everything out.

you were so close to the edge. so so close to feeling that burst of release you've been needing for god knows how long.

"daddy- i'm so close. don't stop- oh fucking god! don't fucking stop!"

a couple more thrusts and danny was pushing his cock further into you, painting your walls with his cum. you on the other hand, started to cry as you felt your orgasm. the feeling being almost too much for you. you were almost screaming by the time you were shaking over daniel's cock.

both of your breaths were unsteady and heartbeats going as fast as rabbits.

"holy shit." he said as he pulled out. his cum leaked out of you as he undid the belt around your wrists.

"look at that. my very own cock slut. hm." he said in almost a coo-ing voice.

he helped you wash up and even took your makeup off of your face before changing into some of his comfy clothes. you left long before he had to.

at the end of the day you felt happy you finally got what you needed. you were sore most definitely, but so fucking happy.