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purplifield · 1 year ago

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🪻| Birthday sex

Can you guess who’s birthday it is?☺️🥳

Requests are open can’t promise I will write them asap😞

CW: 18+; oral f receiving; pet names; soft sex (bcs we NEED more fics with softer sex okay?); short, fem reader; pt 2 maybe because I’m ✨tired✨

You were eating dinner. You clearly heard J shout something at his viewers. It was past 11 pm, and because you were taking care of last minute problems about tomorrow’s party, you were exhausted.

Dragging yourself to the bathroom, all you wanted was to wash all of today’s dirt off of your body. So you clipped your hair, got all clothes off and stepped into rain of warm and relaxing water.

After you got out, you pulled on Schlatt’s shirt , which was way bigger than you. You did your skincare, checked your beauty out one more time and went to bed.

Sadly, Schlatt wasn’t there yet, but his voice wasn’t heard anymore. Sooner or later you heard him pass the bedroom door. Something kept you awake for little while, probably missing spot where he sleeps. But soon the sweet dreams drifted you away from reality.

“Wake up gal” his voice rang, and he admired how your lashes fluttered open. You groaned. It clearly wasn’t morning yet, it was dark around you. You felt Schlatt’s lips on your neck “it’s 12:17. Happy birthday y/n”

“Thank you. But you could’ve just told that in the morning”

“No. I want to gifts start from now” he looked at you with soft eyes “it starts with me taking care of you, if you’re up for it”

Your pussy throbbed. How could you say no? You nod and smile. “But I’m exhausted. Please don’t be rough”

“Your wish is my command”

You were in a spooning position. His hands trailed down from your neck, where he was giving you hickies, to your tits. He massaged them both before moving down your stomach. He started drawing patterns and as the were lowering, you started noticing Schlatt was drawing letters. He drew them slowly so you could understand them, it came to and end with what understood was ‘birthday girl’. You smiled softly.

His fingers played with hem of your underwear. Slowly but surely he got to your plush pussy. His fingers were tender, at first circling around to get you worked up, then when you whimpered he decided push one finger in. To be honest, his fingers were long and girthy, so even one made you let out a bunch of moans. He added another and his pace fastened a little. When J is mean and rough, he uses three fingers and abuses your clit. Now he doesn’t even think about adding more pressure on your bundle or third finger.

“ I can tell from your moans and expressions that you’re going to cum soon. Let’s count down” you whine out a somewhat ‘yes’ and feel your legs shaking a bit. “3…” Schlatt studies your face well, focused on you. You internally thank him for not changing the pace or how deep he pushes in “2…” he drags out his words before kissing you. He pulls away for a second seeing that you can’t wait any more “1. Now love” you let yourself go with a whimper that you swore you never heard from yourself. “Ah such a good girl. Doing so perfect”

“I’m sorry” you whimper embarrassed “can we continue this tomorrow morning? I’m exhausted and about to pass the fuck out. Can’t handle another orgasm”

“Yeah of course. It’s okay” he gets a paper towel/napkin from his nightstand and cleans your mess up “go to the restroom now please. Then we’ll cuddle. ”

You chuckle and flail your arms out around doing the grabby hands motion. There’s no way you could stand up and go by yourself right now. Schlatt understands and sigh’s smilingly, standing up to pick you up.

“Princess treatment only”

#schlatt #schlatt smut #mcyt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #mcyt smut #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x y/n #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #chuckle sandwich

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prouvaireafterdark · 2 years ago

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Lestat and Armand constantly battling each other for highest score in candy crush

my hand slipped

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“Lestat, go the fuck to sleep,” Louis groaned, burying his face in Lestat’s shoulder to shield his eyes from the bright light of his mobile phone as he played Candy Crush for what must be the fifth hour in a row. The sharp sound of his fingernails tapping against its now-broken screen protector was driving him to madness. “Sun’s been up for hours, ain’t you tired yet?”

“Five more minutes, mon cher,” Lestat pleaded, still tapping away with the kind of singular focus only a vampire could achieve. “I am so close to beating that wretched little fiend’s high score I can taste it.”

Louis rolled his eyes so hard he could have sworn he nearly saw his own brain inside his skull.

“You’re a little closer to me setting your phone on fire so I can finally get some rest,“ Louis grumbled, and he meant it too. He felt heavy with exhaustion and to be kept from sleep for so long—especially for the sake of this stupid, petty rivalry he had with Armand—was beginning to wear on his patience.

Lestat’s chest heaved with a petulant sigh, and Louis smiled victoriously a moment later when the obnoxious light that had been burning itself into his eyelids disappeared and he heard the soft click of Lestat’s phone turning off as he set it to the side.

“Merci,” Louis murmured, snuggling deeper into his embrace so he could press a soft, grateful kiss to Lestat’s throat.

Lestat let out a pleased hum at the sensation of Louis’ lips on his skin. With his newly free left hand, he found Louis’ wrist where it rested in the center of his chest and followed the length of his forearm to his elbow, as if to pull him even closer. His right, which had long since slipped up the hem of Louis’ shirt, continued the idle pattern it had been tracing across the dip of his waist before he’d gotten so absorbed in his ridiculous game.

“You don’t hear me complain half as much when you keep me up with your electronic books, you know,” Lestat said, his low baritone conversational as he pressed a kiss of his own to the top of Louis’ head.

“That’s ‘cause you like it when I read to you,” Louis reminded him.

“Mm, that’s true,” Lestat capitulated, a soft, wistful quality to his voice. It turned a touch melancholic as he said a moment later, “You have such a lovely voice, Louis. I’ve missed hearing it every night.”

In spite of himself, Louis was disarmed by Lestat’s words. It was far from the first time Lestat had said something of the sort, but even so Louis felt the frustration that had built inside of him melt to nothing in the face of his vulnerable sincerity.

“You won’t ever have to miss it again,” Louis whispered, drawing his hand up to cover Lestat’s heart, which still beat in time with his own—a reminder of how far they’d come, of how much work they’d put in to get to a place where they could trust each other, love each other again. Lestat had not been the only one who had felt the pain of their separation keenly, and Louis’ throat was thick with emotion at the memory of all those lonely nights spent without him. He swallowed it down, lest the past get the better of him, and cleared his throat before he added, “Well, so long as you stop whining about my ex under your breath while I’m trying to sleep.”

Lestat laughed, his chest rumbling under Louis’ palm. “Anything for you, Louis,” he said, and Louis could tell without opening his eyes that the expression on Lestat’s face was warm and fond.

With a small smile pulling at his lips, Louis let the gentle drumming of their twin heartbeats lull him back to sleep.

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #armand #loustat #this was originally going to be silly and then i made myself sad #also i tried writing this on mobile and tumblr ate it so i had to rewrite it #so rude

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baby-girl-e · 2 years ago

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Ivy

This is a short one, but this was number 5 on my Spotify Wrapped playlist requested by @lightsabersandpens <3 The song is Ivy by Taylor Swift! Remember I'll be taking song requests in my ask box (and I'd prefer them there so I can keep track of them better but either works!) until I've done them all So just send me a number and I'll get to it asap! You can always request specific things too, and I'll try to make it work for the story but with it being specific songs there's no guarantee! If I can't make it work with the song you requested, I will try and make it work in some other way!

Ice had kissed him. Really kissed him. They had just got out of their millionth debriefing after the Layton rescue and he was all but hauled into Ice’s bunk. Before he could say so much as what the hell, he was being kissed. He did ask “what the hell” right after but it came out so breathy it was almost a moan. From there on out they snuck kisses here and there whenever they could. It was initiated mostly by Ice, seemingly not able to get enough of Maverick, which surprised the smaller pilot but he was nowhere near complaining.

Once they were back on shore Maverick was worried that it would all be over, but Ice was still there, showing up to his house to kiss him. Maverick felt like he was in a whirlwind romance that he had read about in books, being saved by the knight in shining armor even if it scared the shit out of him.

There was one night when they were cuddling on Maverick’s couch that he decided he didn’t know enough about Ice. He knew how he kissed for sure, he also was well aware of his flying talent, and yeah they talked sometimes but not about anything of substance.

“Ice?” Maverick turned to look at the taller pilot.

“Yeah Mav?” He was absentmindedly drawing patterns on Mavericks arm and he really didn’t want him to stop.

“Will you tell me something about yourself that I don’t know?” Tom laughs slightly at him.

“I don’t know Mav, you know me pretty well.” Pete wasn’t going to give up, despite him trying to change the subject.

“I know some, but not what really makes you… tick.”

Tom sat for a moment, a look on his face that could only be read as deep in thought.

“If you must know, I don’t actually like being ice cold, no mistakes.” Pete didn’t really know what to do with that. He hadn’t expected more than maybe a funny childhood story.

“Oh yeah?”

“Sometimes I wish I could just let go. It’s tiring sometimes, always being on guard. I don’t know, that probably makes me sound lazy, but it’s the truth.” Tom looked a little sad even, like he was disappointed in himself.

“Ice, babe, it’s not lazy. It’s human. You’re human. Tell you what, with me? You don’t have to be Ice cold, no mistakes. You’ve accepted me for all my crazy, why can’t I do the same?”

Tom looked over Pete for a second, as if he was expecting Maverick to take it back. Then he continued on drawing patterns. Pete felt his hands, ironically cold, through his shirt but found it comforting all the same.

“You really mean that?” Pete gave him an incredulous look and Tom raised his hands in surrender.

“Tom, I asked because I like you. Of course I mean it.” The smile Pete was awarded with was worth every time they had argued. He decided then and there that every moment that they’d stolen, on begged and borrowed time was worth it.

They hid because they had to. He knew that. But he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they didn’t. Would he announce to the world that this was his boyfriend? Would he marry Tom? He doesn’t know any of that, and he supposes he doesn’t need to.

“Tom, this thing we’re doing? You and I? I’m all in. You don’t have to be all in if you don’t want to, just I need to know before I… Before I get too attached. Tell me to run or sit there and tell me what we’ll become.”

Tom cradled Pete’s face in the palm of his freezing hands, and held him. All of him. Pain and everything.

“Pete, I’ve never felt this way before. It feels like you’ve started a goddamn blaze in my heart. I’m all in. It’s going to be the fight of my life every day but I want to do it with you.” He looked sincere, hell he felt sincere. Pete believed him too. He was suddenly covered in the Ivy of Ice’s love and dammit if he didn’t love it.

#icemav #maverick x iceman #iceman kazansky #icemav fic #iceman x maverick #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun #this is a taylor swift song #taylor swift #spotify wrapped #spotify

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ultimateswagger · 1 year ago

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(this is OLD, just ignore it bbg)

so i figure if everyone else is making a welcome home au I might as well

This au is called the Porcelain Doll Au or PD

I absolutely suck at drawing so I’m going to describe it and you can use your imagination to do the illustrations

In this AU, all of the puppets are now porcelain dolls being possessed by the spirit of the unfortunate children that decided to come across home

Also, the dolls can move but their bodies are very stiff and heavy, so it’s extremely tiring to move

Home is still possessed in this au and is basically a ghost house (a land ghost ship) that lures people, mostly children, inside to get killed. I would like to mention that all of the furniture inside is alive and it basically looks like a torture dungeon, there’s so many sharp objects and ways to kill someone in there it’s wild. Anyways, home basically lured them inside, shuts the door and locks it so they don’t come out, and they have 60 seconds to pick how they want to die or home picks for them, and you can tell who has picked their death and who hasn’t. Anywho, now onto the victims

Wally was the first victim, ofc he was Mexican and had a very colorful outfit on, and dark black hair that everyone said looked blue, he died by getting his eyes pierced (that’s why he stares, sometimes his eyes on the doll leak), he also died in the living room, the room that you see as soon as you walk in. He was 5 years old when he died. Wally stumbled across house after wandering off with his friends, eventually loosing them and coming across home trying to find them again. Wally was the first one to find out they they could move, because of how badly he wanted to draw. He usually scoots over to corners that haven’t been dusted (which is every corner) and makes lines with the dust on the floor/wall.

Julie was the second victim and also Wally’s friend, she had long blonde hair and a white dress on, she encountered home when was picking flowers and so she died holding flowers, and she died by being stabbed in her heart so her dress is a bright red and there’s a crack In her chest (her doll has a flower in her hair) She chose her death, trying to do the least painful thing possible. She was 6 1/2 when she died. Sometimes, in the middle of the night she remembers that she never got to give the flowers to her mother, and begins to cry. Water drips down from the painted glass eyes and the soft sound of weeping echoes through the halls. Home uses her weeping to an advantage however, he mimics the sound and lures people in with the weeping. She died in the upstairs bedroom. Also an unimportant detail but she has very mesmerizing blue eyes.

Sally was the third victim, she is a Hawaiian with short blonde hair, wearing an overall skirt and a white t-shirt, she died by having her head set on fire, so she has the sun for a head and her Temperature is always warm. She died in the bathroom In the tub, trying to put out the fire, but she had one dilemma, home didn’t have any plumbing. Although she is a doll now, she likes to sing songs from various musicals in the middle of the night. Because of that, Sally has a voice draw string that she can only talk out of when it’s pulled. I forgot to add this, but she was 7 when she died.

Barnaby was the fourth victim, he’s a Mexican (quite like wally) and wore a blue polkadot t-shirt and the same pattern pantsc he was a little chubby and was walking his dog when he found home, his dog began barking and ran towards home, to which he followed. He found his dog strangled in the downstairs bathroom before he died. he died by getting his head cut off, and so his head is always loose and sometimes falls off. He died in the downstairs bedroom. He chose his fate and figured that decapitation would be the quickest and least painful. He still likes to tell jokes, and sometimes thinks of a really funny joke and begins to burst out laughing in the middle of the night. He was 7 when he died.

Poppy was the fifth victim, she is Caucasian and lived on a farm, she ran into the woods to avenge her chickens that were eaten by a fox, she wore a rainbow dress and had rainbow highlights in her hair, she died by getting skinned, and so the paint slowly chips away on her doll. She died on the balcony, so closed to freedom but just a little to late. She was 8 1/2 when she died. She usually comforts the other kids when they feel homesick of they’re just starting to get used to their new bodies. She is the most responsible next to Frank and is like a mother to all of the other children. She sometimes dusts the walls and floors, making sure to keep at least one corner for Wally!

Howdy was the Sixth victim, he helped his father work at his job and was taking a hike in the woods on his break, he had black hair and had a love for caterpillars. He died by getting his ribs torn out, making it look like he had multiple arms, and so his other set of arms are a little off than the other. He was 8 when he died, and he died in the kitchen trying to grab a knife to protect himself. He is mature and organizes the torture devices when he’s bored. His arms sometimes fall off, and have to be put back on by home, when home feels like it of course. Other times he is found talking about how much he misses his dad and the shop he helped out at. He tried to refrain from talking about his dad, to try and not get homesick. He once tried to break everyone’s dolls to set their souls free, but failed and was punished by having his arms off for a week. After that, he didn’t try and free himself again. Sometimes however he tries to climb on top of tall objects, but always gets put down by home.

Frank was the Seventh victim, always a grumpy and never did anything fun, he wore a black suit and had full black hair, he was always bullied and was dared to go inside of home, despite all of his instincts he went inside. He died by getting his hands cut off and surgically replaced by bleeding out, and so the hands on his doll are more detailed and slightly discolored, they are also always loose and slightly damp. He is the oldest, he was 9 when he died. One time Frank tried to burn down the home, to release him and his friends from this hell (their spirits can only be freed if the dolls are destroyed) but when he lit the house aflame, and closed his eyes to embrace death, he realized the humidity from the flame awww was gone, he opened his eyes to find the fire gone, And although everyone else excepted their fate, Frank still tries to break his and Eddie’s doll to free their souls he always fails and whenever he does home punished him by locking him in the room he died in for a day. Frank and Eddie were best friends, and eventually more, that didn’t last long however, for Frank died on the same day him and Eddie had their first kiss. Frank tried to be clever and tell home that he wanted to die of old age, but instead Home chose for him. Frank also died in the library upstairs, I’d like to mention how Frank and home are enemies, if home could he would banish Frank to relive his death everyday, alas that isn’t possible. A little thing I’d like to add is that Franks doll is coated with pollen and nectar during the spring and so all throughout spring/summer butterflies doesn’t completely cover him but a whole lot of butterflies like to land on him daily

Eddie was the eighth and final victim, he was a mamas boy and always listened to his parents, but after his family dog ran away his mother was devistated, trying to cheer up his mourning mother he ventured off into the woods. He was Caucasian and had bright red hair with freckles and a gap between his teeth, he died by getting his legs cut off and died of shock. His legs are always falling off and severely cracked. He was 8 1/2 when he died and died an exact week after Frank did. He did try and chose his death, but home couldn’t understand him through his stuttering and sobbing and so home chose for him. He died in the hallway trying to crawl to freedom despite the unbearable pain he felt. Eddie didn’t want to be a mail man, but he did help out in the post office to gain money to give to his mother.

However, after Eddie died the deaths seemed to come to a sudden stop, at the same time tho, Wally seemed to start acting a little different..bad different.

That’s all folks, if u got any questions feel free to ask, I’m happy to answer them ^^

#welcome home #welcome home au #wh au #eddie dear #frank frankly #wally darling #howdy pillar #sally starlet #sally starlight #julie joyful #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #angst prompt

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misfit-among-the-angels · 2 months ago

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*he’s sipping his beer when you come in the room, and he puts the beer aside in order to greet you properly* Heeey!!! *he opens his arms wide to catch you as you practically jump in* *he kisses you back while the guys are jokingly telling you both to get a room* *fortunately he’s an expert and shows them all the finger while he’s still kissing you* *he’s tired so after kissing he simply pats the seat next to him to invite you to sit* *it’s not long before his hand starts creeping up your thigh though and draws little pictures on your skin* *when you look at him he smiles and pretends he doesn’t know what he’s doing* *fortunately, it’s time for the band to venture out to meet fans, and Tobi already decided he’s skipping out on this one* *the doors close and suddenly he’s alone with you* So, Darling, I take it you enjoyed your little evening? *he giggles and kisses you again, not being able to wait for your answer* Ah, I’m so exited you came! I wasn’t expecting it! *he’s happy because he missed you so much more than it might’ve appeared from his messages* *finally after kissing to the point of almost making out, he pulls back for some air* Wanna slip out the back and see if we can make it to the hotel without anyone noticing? A little game for us. *he draws patterns on your back with his finger and grins at you* -Tobi

*i sit down but i can't help and press myself a bit closer to him while i chat with the guys. At some point i feel his hand on my thigh and shiver a bit. It's fairly innocent but when i look at him and see his innocent smile i can definitely tell it's not innocent at all. Part of me wants to grab his hand and shove it in my pants but of course that's not gonna happen since we're not alone. I'm glad he's not going to greet the fans and my anticipation spikes when we're finally alone. I smile but then he kisses me again. I eagerly kiss him back and at some point i can't help myself but get my hands under his shirt. I moan in the kiss as i feel his skin, i missed that feeling so much. I alternate between caresses and dragging my nails on his skin. When he pulls away my head is empty and whatever answer i had in my head for his question is gone now* Mmm yes, please. Otherwise i might jump on you here. *i grin too. Other guys did a good job keeping fans occupied and we didn't have any problems reaching hotel* Hey, I'm staying in this hotel too! *i laugh when i realize that somehow i booked a room at the same place where they're staying. In the elevator I can't help myself and touch him a bit, letting my hand creep almost into his pants while i kiss him again. We're luck that at this hour nobody else needs an elevator*

#roleplay #anon Tobi #answered

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russic · 3 years ago

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Eren Jeager Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Under Cut

SFW

Eren Jeager, the man who would give you the world.

He’s the sweetest boyfriend, but he has a terrible attitude towards other people (because he’s a Aries.)

You’ll constantly remind him to “be nice” or “apologize.” He responds, “Baby, I’m only nice to you.”

VERY OUTGOING. Eren is considered the “life of the party.” He is invited to everything! However, he consistently arrives late and steals the aux cord to play 2000s hits like Mr. Brightside. When he arrives, he’s the man everyone wants to meet. However, if people want to talk to him; they have to talk to you. You’re a package deal.

Never loses a game of Beer Pong. Though the two despise each other, Eren and Jean are partners. After they play (and consecutively win), they part ways and don’t speak to each other. It’s a mutual agreement.

Social stoner. He will offer to share his blunt with you by placing it between your lips.

Owns a ton of grey sweatpants. Typically matches them with Nike socks and high tops. At home, he chooses not to wear shirts. However, if you go anywhere, he puts on a black t-shirt and a flannel.

Also has a chain...

Once you get dressed, Eren will intentionally match you. He won’t purchase any corny t-shirts, but he will correlate the color of your outfits.

RINGS GALORE. Wears a different ring on every finger; excluding his pinky. Each year for Valentine's Day, you’ll purchase him a new one.

Purchased you an “E” necklace to wear.

When you aren’t wearing it, he asks, “Babe, where is your necklace?”

Eren’s attention is always on you. He immediately stops everything he is doing once you enter the room. One night you two were at Jean’s party; you left with Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, and Hangee to get pizza. Once you returned, the girls went to the kitchen, but you went to the balcony where the boys were smoking. As soon as Eren saw you, he shut down.

“Hold up, Reiner - Hey, baby? Did you have a good time?”

Uses all the pick-up lines he learns on you.

“I’m not a photographer, but I can picture us together, forever.”

He’s always snacking; he hates meals. He indulges in Cool Ranch Dorito’s.

Obsessed with reality television; especially 90 Day Fiancé.

“....Baby Girl Lisa? This woman is 60 years old.”

Enjoys watching the anime’s you love. However, he constantly talks during the episodes.

While watching My Hero Academia, Eren said, “So this is basically the anime version of Sky High?”

Asks you to do your skin care routine on his face.

You never would have guessed, but Eren enjoys reading. His favorite books include Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm, Slaughterhouse Five, and 1984.

Expresses himself through art. Throughout his notebook, he draws small sketches of you doing things around the house.

“I’m getting a tattoo of this one day.”

Adores when you hug him and wrap your legs around his waist. He could hold you there forever.

When Eren’s tired; he pulls you into his lap and buries his head in your neck. After you get comfortable; within minutes he’s asleep. Since he’s sleeping too well, you don’t want to move. He looks so peaceful.

If you’re sad, Eren will sit across from you, press your foreheads together, and stare into your eyes. You’ll proceed to tell him the situation as you lean on each other for support. This action assures you that he will always listen.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, baby. I won’t have all the answers, but I will listen.”

Cuddling is Eren’s favorite! He will lay down; his hands supporting his head. You’ll lay beside him and place your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. If his hands aren’t supporting his head, he traces patterns in your back or rubs your butt.

Will stop the world just to see you smile.

NSFW

CONSTANTLY HORNY.

Eren’s a dominant man who LOVES degrading you in the bedroom.

Has incredible stamina. Eren goes (at least) five rounds before he’s finished.

Remember how much Eren loves rings? Well, he doesn’t take them off. He enjoys watching his rings drip in your spit and cum.

Strongly believes “No Nut November” shouldn’t be a thing.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard of.”

Expect A LOT of hickeys! Eren always creates dark purple bruises on your neck, breasts, and thighs.

He gets upset when you cover them in makeup.

He’s the opposite... If you give Eren hickeys, he refuses to cover them. In fact, he wants people to notice them.

At a friendly get-together, Jean, Armin, Connie, Sasha, and Eren sat around playing Call of Duty. Since the thermostat was set at seventy-two, Eren took off his shirt. Noticing movement, Jean looked over. He’s never been so shocked at the display of hickeys and scratches that decorated Eren’s body. “Holy fuck Eren, what do you two do in bed? Abuse each other?”

“I could go into detail, but you’d love that too much; huh, horseface?”

He’s rough; be prepared for bondage, gagging, choaking, and slapping.

Eren’s home screen is a black and white photograph of his hand choaking your neck.

Along with his hickeys, he will proudly show it off to other people.

GOD COMPLEX. He loves nothing more than you sinking to your knees to “worship” him.

Pushes you to the headboard and buries his head between your thighs.

Again, ALWAYS HORNY.

If you’re doing the dishes, Eren will slip his hand into your underwear to pleasure you.

He reminds you, “Don’t miss a spot.”

Once you finish; he shoves his fingers into your mouth ordering, “Taste yourself, slut.”

A HUGE TEASE. If you’re working, Eren will kiss your neck or rub your thighs until you have to pay attention to him.

It’s not your pussy; it’s HIS pussy.

Loves fucking you while you’re wearing his flannels and hoodies.

One of Eren’s biggest desires is to have a threesome with you and Levi.

He keeps this a secret because he doesn’t want Levi to kick his ass again.

Public sex...

At one of Jean’s parties, it appeared as if everyone fell asleep in the living room. This left you and Eren awake... Being highly intoxicated and horny, you didn’t hesitate to sit on Eren’s lap and use his fingers to gain your release. You tried to keep quiet, but your airy moans captured the attention of Jean and Reiner. The two pretended to be asleep, but they couldn’t take their eyes away from your figure.

However, Eren knew they were awake.

Discovers himself randomly holding your breast. He claims, “It calms me down.”

Forces EYE CONTACT. He loves watching your facial expressions twist as you’re being pleasured.

“If you don’t look at me, I’ll leave you to fuck yourself.”

Sure, Eren’s not “soft” during sex, but he’s a big teddy bear after you both have finished.

Will lay beside you, pull you onto him, and play with your hair until you fall asleep.

“Sleep good, baby.”

Once you wake up, Eren will make sure your bruises are okay, and your body is cleaned up.

Yes, this can lead to shower sex...

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nctsjiho · 2 years ago

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Left Unspoken

cw: none || era: September 2022, The Dream Show 2

❀ Sometimes two people can understand each other without having to say much. To Chenle there's one person who always seems to know just what to say

Chenle never cries. Even if he wants to, he has difficulty letting the tears roll freely down his cheeks. Even as he watched his friends cry more freely, his own tears only brimmed his eyes without falling—even Haechan who, although cries more often than people realise but always tries to hide tears, cried.

He stumbled down the stairs after the concert had ended. His tired legs feel like they are ready to give out, but they stayed strong carrying the rest of his weight. His world felt a bit blurry. Although the concert had ended, staff were still running around making sure things were going smoothly. He had other staff tending to his needs, but Chenle waved them off politely.

“Good job, bro.” He looks to his right to see his leader give him a warm yet tired smile. Mark patted his shoulder earning a nod and a smile back from the younger man, before he turned to check up on his other members.

Chenle continued taking steps forward—blindly trusting his feet would take him to the green room since his senses weren’t really alert. At a given moment he felt himself bump into something, or someone, but couldn’t register anything but the fact that this person was in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled through a bow. When he was standing fully straight again he finally could make out the figure in front of him.

“You good there?” The sweet and still playful tone of JiHo hit his ears and Chenle let out a content sigh. “You did amazing out there, I’m so proud of you.”

Chenle’s smile fell. I’m so proud of you. He didn’t know why, but as the words continued to echo in his head a sense of relief washed over him.

It was uncomfortable. The way all the tension and tiredness was released from his body at once, leaving his body to feel tingly just underneath the skin. His body felt devoid of any strength yet he didn’t fall to the floor. In front of him JiHo continued to smile at the younger one softly. He noticed her hands were holding his arms. Maybe that’s why I’m still standing. It’s when he looked back up that felt a wetness on his cheek—and it wasn’t sweat.

“I’m pr—” JiHo chuckled softly as she stopped herself. “I’m so proud of you,” she corrected herself.

Chenle felt his body fall forward and he instantly melted into JiHo’s embrace. JiHo’s arms were hugging his waist, hands placed as high as they could reach on his back drawing subtle patterns into his shirt. If it weren’t for JiHo stretching her neck as far up as possible to rest her chin on his shoulder, Chenle’s bigger frame would’ve completely encaged her and her smaller figure wouldn’t be recognizable to anyone watching from the outside—not that anyone was really watching.

The two stayed there in silence for a bit. It reminded Chenle of the days JiHo would come over to his house and they’d quietly enjoy each other’s company. He chuckled at the memories that came to mind and when the stray tear fell from his cheek onto his palm, he chuckled once more. It was maybe only one tear, but it carried the weight of many more.

“Thank you,” Chenle whispered, a smile apparent in his tone.

As they pulled away from each other JiHo held a disgusted expression. “I’m sending you the bill for the dry cleaner,” she joked as she looked down at her clothes. They felt a bit damp after the hug with the idol that was covered in sweat after performing a 3 hour concert. “That hug was a bad idea.”

Chenle’s smile reached his eyes as he watched JiHo complain—although clearly not that bothered. They shared another look, which held all the words they wanted to tell each other along with the thanks Chenle wanted to give her.

“Noona! There you are!” The two turned to see Jisung wave at the older girl excitedly which caused them both to chuckle once more.

“JiHo. Chenle. Come let’s take a picture,” Renjun waved both his friends over.

The two looked at each other and nodded. There were no more words needed between the two as Chenle reached out for JiHo’s hand and with a squeeze pulled her over to the rest of his members.

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luversgirl · 3 years ago

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HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU, rafe cameron

summary: rafe trying to tell you he loves you.

notes: this is my first rafe post sooooo don’t hate on me i’ll cry… no serious i will

warnings: mommy issues, sad rafe and slight description of nudity

WHEN he first realized it he tried to push the feeling away, well more the word then the feelings part.

those three words hadn’t come out of his mouth ever since his mother left.

ever since she did he just couldn’t bring himself to it, to say it to her.

but he sure as hell would try.

the first time he tried they had been standing on his balcony attached to his room looking towards the night sky.

she was wrapped in his embrace, his large muscular arms sat upon her shoulders while her delicate hands were placed lightly holding is arms.

he was nervous, but lucky for him she couldn’t see that at the moment she was looking out into the night sky while he was looking down at his beautiful girlfriend.

“hey y/n?” he spoke surprising himself.

“yeah baby?” she responded looking up at him with her doe eyes making him weak at the knees.

“I— um, nevermind” he quickly stuttered out mentally face palming.

she raised an eyebrow at his strange behaviour but let it go seeing as it was late thinking he was tired.

the second time he tried they were sitting together in his backyard in the grass as his girlfriend sat between his legs.

rafe was drawing random shapes on her back and she was playing with the grass along with the small flowers in front of her.

as he drew random patterns and shapes on his girlfriends back an idea sprouted into his head.

he started to spell something out, she quickly caught on raising her head seeing as it was very noticeable.

so he continued.

i, l— o— v— “y/n, rafe! dinner!” The voice of his stepmother interrupted his plan.

“come on baby” his girlfriend got up from their current spot turning her self around and holding out a hand for her boyfriend.

damn it, he cursed mentally taking her hand going in for dinner.

the third time was a success, but what success comes without a little struggle?

“you okay babe?” y/n asked as she took of her sweaty shirt seeing as she just came back from a run with him.

“um, yeah” he stuttered making it seem obvious that somethings off.

“you sure? you were pretty quite on our run”

our. he always loved it wen she used the word out like “our room, our table, our run”

“i’m just tired, didn’t sleep to well last night” lier he said to himself.

“if you say so” his girlfriend sighed “i’m gonna take a shower, your welcome to join” she smiled giving him a small smile pec on the cheek before walking into the connected washroom.

nows my chance. rafe thought, quickly standing up from his chair and making his was to the shower.

he stepped into the tilde floor room only to see the room already filled with steam and his girlfriend’s clothes on the floor.

he quickly stripped out of his workout clothes and stepped into the shower joining his girlfriend.

“hi” he whispered lowly wrapped his hands around her figure he cherished so deeply.

“hey baby” she smiles turning, still in his arms as they stand in the water together looking into each other’s eyes.

“can I tell you s-something?” rafe stuttered breaking eye contact with his girlfriend.

“anything” she smiled playing with his hair.

“i-i um”

“take your time”

“iloveyou” the cameron boy rushed out in jumble of words.

“could you repeat that?” His girlfriend chuckled.

rafe sighed “i love you” looking towards his girlfriends face to see her reaction.

“i love you too” she smiled with pure joy and love.

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kshira · 3 years ago

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—filthy rich

a bet//making you cum//rich boy sakusa//that’s it//that’s the tweet

18+ content//minors dni

wc: 2,066

18+ content, cursing, f!reader, blushy sakusa, fingering, soft dom sakusa (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of alcohol, reader slightly buzzed, smut in general

+ this is my piece for the rich boy collab, i thank @bakugohoex for letting me join & be sure to check out the rest of the wonderful event!

//“wanna make a bet, pretty boy?” atsumu grins, raising his glass to his lips, raking his eyes over the crowds of people until he makes you his target.

“the bet being?” sakusa says, meeting eye contact with you then bashfully taking the gaze away.

“well i’m bored, a little horny and that pool girl over there looks pretty fuckin’ hot” atsumu takes the glass gulping the last of the whiskey before slamming it back down.

sakusa shutters when he hears the glass crack at the metal table, his nerves are building but the alcohol soothes it—somewhat.

lavish cars fill his garages, endless expensive clothes pack sakusa’s closets, and the infinity amount of money suffused his bank account.

yet sakusa doesn’t understand why he feels numb, his money attracts everything and anyone—his bed never stays empty neither does his wallet but his soul—hollow.

“lets see who can fuck her first but more importantly who can make her cum first” atsumu wipes the brown liquor from his lips before giving sakusa a little push “you first omi.”

sakusa stumbles forward but takes the stride into your path around the pool, slowly walking in your direction watching you scoop the towels from vacant chairs and wiping down tables as you go.

“you do an exceptional job.. as a pool girl..fuck why did i say that, hi hello” sakusa covers his pink covered cheeks, eyeing the way your hips sway a certain way as you finish wiping down a chair.

“is this your way of hitting on me?” you chuckle, turning around to face the unknown force behind you—unexpectedly he wasn’t an old creep this time.

sakusa was in no doubt a beautiful man but where to start? that was what your eyes kept doing.

you started with his hair, the way he certainly tried to mask the curls in gel but the summer heat brought them spiraling down over his face, his pale skin adorned his muscles carved within and the most catching part you found about him was those beauty marks perfectly placed on his face.

“what time do you get off?” sakusa avoids your eyes when he mutters the words out, of course he knows he’s attractive but rejection never settled well with him.

“mm, well if you rub me just right i usually get off pretty quickly” you try to conceal the smile you have watching sakua’s eyes widen by your bold statement, you notice it doesn’t take much to get a reaction from him—you wonder that with other parts of him.

“j-just give me your number and text me when you get off— off work” sakusa coldly states and turns around as quickly as he got there leaving a confused look from you and a hysterical atsumu in the background.

you had seen this famous sakusa before, anybody flocked to him at every social event you unfortunately attended for the filthy disgusting rich, cleaning up behind them and taking their harsh coated words just for the sake of a little bit of money.

sakusa was placed in this group by his fame nonetheless and the staggering amount of money he’d collected through his growing career, so fuck it you think, might as well play this game he’d started—eat the rich instead of them devoring you for a change.

your text to sakusa left unanswered for a brief moment to give you some time to unwind and relax including a well deserved bottle of expensive champagne and a hot shower.

but as the alcohol finally started soaking in your phone lit up and the engine of a car in your apartment complex turned off.

kiyoomi sakusa was here, with all that fame and glory.

he was casually leaning on a ferrari, typical you thought for him to pull up in a car more expensive than anything you owned all together—filthy rich with the looks to double the amount.

“come in” you wave him into your apartment, watching him check his phone again and stride to your spot right inside your home.

“interesting..place” sakusa grunts, taking his shoes off and the door and shyly walking closer to the living room before planting his heavy body down on the couch.

“not up to your standards i guess?” you joke, crawling beside him on the couch, your fingers grazing his chest for stability—he’s nervous with a sweat beading around his dark curls and that tint of pink on his cheeks you’ve started to like on him.

“enough of the small talk, you know why i’m here we texted enough to get on first name basis and for you to know i’m not a creep or anything but—“ sakusa pauses to watch your expression, wide eyed and full of curiosity it kind of pains him to explain further.

“go on” you hum, swiping a piece of hair behind your ear scooting closer to him and to add a little bit of spice your hand stays dormant on his thigh.

“it was a bet to sleep with you but that’s something that we don’t have to do or anything like that—the other part of the bet is useless to talk about but i just had to make it look like i was actually doing the bet so i wouldn’t get ragged on by my friend..” sakusa is afraid to look at you, his eyes staying down at the floor memorizing the patterns of the hardwood floor.

“the bet.. what’s the other part?” you’re genuinely curious but if anything the fact that this rich boy is wanting to walk away in shame and defeat has you wondering—tasting for something else.

“to..make you.. c-cum and i was chosen to go first” sakusa leans back on the couch, wanting to melt into it entirely from embarrassment.

“is that so? i did say it didn’t take much to get me off” you smile back, peeling his large palms from his red cheeks to see a sly smile hiding under it.

“it’s been awhile for me so don’t have great expectations” sakusa chuckles interlocking his fingers with yours and moving inches closer till your lips can just almost touch.

there wasn’t time to take in his kiss when his tongue already started gently touching the walls inside your mouth, the sweet liquor still lingered and mixed with the champagne you had drunk; it was a divine taste.

sakusa went first taking his clothes off, starting with his shirt that colored your old wooden floors, his upper body was on display and fuck did it look good.

the ridges that filled his stomach formed remarkable abs, his skin flashed an ivory stain and those beauty marks created mini constellations all over.

an idea had tainted your mind for awhile, his beautiful body so clean and pure— needed something on it.

“do you mind if i pour this champagne on you?” your finger taps on the glass whilst your other hand draws circles on his bare chest.

“if you clean up the mess you’re going to start” sakusa holds his bottom lip between his teeth as you’d already started pouring the golden liquid all over his stomach.

“i planned to” your tongue drags away the champagne, licking all where it flows but never leaving his skin—you can feel sakusa’s body tremble at every lap you place on him and the bulge under your ass keeps growing bigger.

you gaze up to see him and a hazed lustful sakusa groans back at you, his cheeks dusted pink all over again with that growing bulge under you throbbing at this point.

“do you want me to go further? since you haven’t done this in awhile i can—“ you wince when sakusa pulls your face up by your cheeks, his palms practically swallowing your face whole.

“i said i haven’t done this in a while not that i don’t know how to fuck you” he takes you in another kiss, devouring your lips with his own swirling his tongue around the champagne laying shallow in your mouth.

sakusa decided the sweet taste isn’t enough, he’s growing tired of his hardened dick just rubbing under you, he needs release soon.

“tell me, how does a pool girl like you have chardonnay champagne?” sakusa smirks, pulling your flimsy shirt off to reveal your tits; you shake from the exposed air fluttering to your skin leaving your nipples perked to a draw.

“i think compensation like expensive drinks are well deserved after dealing with rich fucking pricks all day” sakusa leans down listening to your reply, kissing your bare skin till he reaches your breasts.

“this rich fucking prick is about to fuck you though, you pretty little thing” his tongue wraps around one nipple sucking so slightly, you dance your fingers through the strands of his curls—the moan that escaped from your throat define that sakusa is in command.

“f-fuck feels good” you squeak, your voice stays rippled in your lungs—you don’t want to feel this good by a lick or a touch but the way sakusa is treating your body it’s a reflex now.

sakusa moves on to the other perked nipple, treating this one with more attention and while you’re caught up in the pulses your pussy is vibrating he slowly slings his hand down to your shorts, slipping them off and sinking one finger in.

“fuck—so wet, wet for me huh?” he groans into your tits, taking action in your messy hole, scissoring and moving with ease he’s already able to slip another one right in.

you want to answer him but you just don’t care too, you’re so caught up feeling his tongue trace a rotation on your perked breasts and his fingers plunging in your velvet walls that whatever you want to say fills right in with the orgasm you’re about to pull out.

sakusa feels you clamping down on his thick fingers, he knows you’re about to cum and he could walk away right afterwards with his winning bet but with your mouth agape, eyes glossy from the pleasure and you moaning for nobody but him—he wants inside of you.

you're reaching the top of your peak fast, your flowing essence tingling down your toes all you think about is him, his thick fingers and when you start to cum all on his fingers now you’re thinking about his dick.

“taste so good, so fucking good” sakusa pulls away from your cunt, his fingers soaked with the tips of them dripping in your cum and going right in his mouth.

god, did he have to do that?

“want you—want you in me now” you plead, palming at his pants and rubbing at his still stiff cock; you’re no one to beg but fuck you’re doing it now.

“such a good girl for me letting me make you cum, this time i’m gonna cum with you, yeah?” sakusa places a kiss on cheek trailing down your neck while he slips the rest of his clothes off and with the last drop of his clothes off you feel his knees dip in on the couch around you and that first stroke in.

of course measured with his height you’d known he’d be big but that soothing burn into your soaking pussy was the pure, uneducated guess he’d be this big.

but fuck did he reach that spot you couldn’t touch with your fingers, the way he’d bend your knees straight to your chest to get right at your cervix and you’d be goddamned if his dick didn’t rub right in your clit for safe measures.

“i’m not going to last when you feel this good but fuck i wanna” sakusa heaves, bringing his chest flushed to your knees, pressing down harder so he’s so balls deep he’s connected one with your soul.

“you gonna cum so soon huh? cum in this pussy” you moan out, digging nails in him and clenching so hard it’s cutting the blood flow down below on him.

“yeah? that what you want? fill this messy hole with my cum? god you’re so something else” sakusa fucks you faster till his balls are slapping at your wet thighs and his breathing matches with his speed.

“i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold it—fuck!” he bites down on your shoulder before stalling to fill you entirely up.

with a bet like this, you wonder how his other friend is going to fuck you//

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yandere-sins · 3 years ago

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One More

Genshin makes my imagination vibrate pleasantly. I just want to give Kaeya a reason to make me go “Oh?” cause he’s not even my one of my favs. But the sheer sex appeal coming from that man is dangerous.

Characters: Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Groping, Innuendos, Alcohol, Aphrodisiacs, Insults

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“Hey there, Sweetheart. What’s bringing you to the tavern so late at night?”

You had barely entered Angel’s Share and sat down at the bar before hearing the ever-so chipper voice of the cavalry captain drawing closer. There was nothing strange about meeting Kaeya here after a long day of work, but you and Charles exchanged a glance, the bartender sighing deeply. “I’ve only served him two drinks so far,” he explained, and you couldn’t help but think that was already one too many.

But who were you to say no to the Kaeya?

Perhaps better than anyone, Kaeya knew about the little game you two were playing. The always so icy shoulder you gave him as he continued to pressure you with his flirts was only making him want you so much more. You couldn’t count the number of times he had stopped you in the headquarters, pinned you between him and the wall - in broad daylight nonetheless - asking how you’re doing and if you need help with anything. You. Were. Sick of it! If he wanted a child to play father for, he could ask Klee to hang out with him! You, on the other hand, were a remarkable knight, trusted enough with complicated orders that - luckily! - kept you out of the city for a prolonged time so you could avoid him.

It only was hard when you weren’t on duty. Or in the city. Or close to him.

That’s when he became frisky, rather needy too.

Kaeya brushed his face from the left side of your head to the right, taking a deep breath. If it wasn’t known that you two reached back all the way to your training days, anyone would have raised an eyebrow. But most of the other guards were able to brush off his weirdness for affectionate friendship. It was almost like only you could see behind the farce, and perhaps his estranged brother. Not like Diluc had been any help to you, though, aside from breaking Kaeya off you once or twice when he was around and noticing your discomfort.

Taking up the stool beside you, there was no prior question if the seat was taken. A rather empty keg arrived with Kaeya at the bar, and he briefly tapped the rim until Charles fished for another bottle of alcohol to fill it up with. One could say Kaeya and a drink were a good mix, but to you, they were a terrible combination. Drinking made him bold. Unrestrained even.

Even though he offered his keg to you, you merely looked away, sipping at your own glass, one you much rather preferred to the brew he drank his night away with. Grinning, he instead took a hearty sip, leaning against the counter leisurely as he watched the bards perform near the entrance, but you didn’t miss even a single glance he sent your way every few seconds.

It was very unfortunate that you liked Angel’s Share for its drinks best; otherwise, you’d have had a good reason to avoid the establishment. But at the same time, you couldn’t let Kaeya direct all of your life. It was no state that you shouldn’t do what you enjoyed just because he could be there, and yet, you considered it.

“So, how was your mission? I’ve been missing your skills at training.”

“It was fine,” you answered curtly, uninterested in the conversation he initiated. There weren’t many people you talked to when you came back to Mondstadt. Somehow… it had always been hard for you to make friends with the other knights. Part of you suspected Kaeya being a reason why no one seemed to want to hang around, forcing you to spend most of your training with him since no one was willing to spar with you. Then again, you never had any evidence to confirm your suspicion, just like with many other phenomena you experienced over the years.

More than once had there been instances where your orders had been withdrawn just when you came close to solving the problems, often with the excuses that you were still too inexperienced or needed somewhere else. It had been so hard to raise in the ranks while Kaeya seemed to make leaps forward without a worry, but at least, you managed to secure your place now--one far away from the cavalry captain.

Sighing, Kaeya turned around to face the counter again, plopping his arm around your shoulders. Uncomfortably, you rolled your joints, but he instead pulled you closer to him, the smell of alcohol drafting off his lips as he spoke. “No need to play coy. You know you can tell me the truth. Didn’t you miss being home? I’m sure cleaning up those camps must have been exhausting!”

Missed being with me? seemed to be the words he wanted to say, but he packaged them in a way he knew they’d actually affect you. Kaeya had always been clever enough to poke the places that hurt. Of course, you missed home. You’d miss it more if not for him, but you had your family here, your siblings and parents that you’d like to see more often. But there was no chance with how much Kaeya liked to interfere in it. As if he was already part of your family, inviting himself and always showing up unannounced to hang out.

“‘Twas okay,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Well, I missed you,” he chuckled before taking another sip of his keg. “I missed you sooo much!”

That was enough for you, brushing his arm off roughly before turning on your stool to leave. You knew even finding another space to sit wouldn’t spare you from him, and if you ended up in a less crowded area, you didn’t want to imagine what he’d do. “Aw, come on,” you heard behind you as he gripped your arm, making you stop. “I get it, I get it, you’re tired. But you can’t be tired enough not to drink one more with your old pal, right?”

With his voice rising in volume, you two finally gained some attention, and you instantly felt a rush of embarrassment as you stared into quite a few pairs of perplex eyes. Kaeya might have been eccentric, but he was well-liked nonetheless. Causing a scene had never worked well for you, and since you were already deemed an outsider, you’d only catapult yourself more into the shadows if any rumors spread after you left.

Clicking your tongue, you tore yourself out of his grip before sitting back on your chair again, holding up your finger. “One more. Only one more.”

“Of course,” Kaeya grinned, getting his will once again. “Only one.”

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Hot lips brushing against each other, you had no better way to describe your state of being other than burning. For someone so cool and with an icy skill, Kaeya was not even close to being cold and reserved when it came to touching you. With a smile displayed on his mouth whenever he wasn’t using it to tease you, you could barely remember how you two ended up making out in one of the backstreets of Mondstadt. His hands were seemingly everywhere, and at the same time, lingered at the spots that created an audible cue from you when he squeezed them.

“You’re so sensitive,” he noted as you hung in his arms, hands currently squeezing your ass from your thighs upwards. “That’s good, I like that.”

“Fucker,” you merely cursed back. “You only said one more drink! I feel like shit! What the hell was that?”

“On the contrary, you feel amazing,” he ignored your questions, pushing his leg between yours as he pressed you closer to the cold stone wall behind you. A welcome sensation, giving you back some of your senses as the chill helped to calm your heated body. “I fucking hate you, Kaeya,” you confessed drunkenly, but the time was as good as any to say it.

“Ouch,” he brushed it off with a chuckle. “Are you sure? Your body grinding against mine is giving me very different vibes, Darling.”

Next thing, he was back in your mouth, his tongue roaming and keeping yours busy as you slung your arms around him. “You’re so stupid and mean, always testing everyone. You’re probably the reason everyone is avoiding me too, and you don’t let off no matter how much I tell you to leave me alone!”

“Mhm,” he hummed as his lips wandered down your neck, making you stretch it out for him so he could reach better. “And now... I don’t even know! You drugged me?!”

A soft laugh escaped him before you felt a suck at your collarbone, followed by the wet sensation of a tongue tasting your skin. “Bingo, Baby. Lisa really wanted to know what would happen if someone drank this potion and you were all too eager to get it down your throat-”

“To get away from you!” you interrupted him.

“Whatever.”

Finally, Kaeya came up on eye level again, the two of you staring at each other for a moment in silence.

“Whatever?” you questioned, confused by his reaction.

“Yeah, whatever. I think kissing you made me swallow at least, hm... half of it too. Even if we wanted to, we wouldn’t be able to stop now, don’t you think?”

One of the most disgusting grins you had ever seen on the face of a person played around his lips as he pressed up to you, uniting you two in another kiss. Of course, you could stop it! You could, and you would right now. After all, you had allowed it to go on for far too long now! Pressing your hands into his shoulders, Kaeya let out a soft sigh against your lips, his uncovered eye closed as he enjoyed the affection. “One more,” he mumbled as he kissed you again and again, feverishly and impatiently. “I’ve been waiting forever to do this.”

With the excitement of a teenage boy, his hands roamed your body, pulling out the shirt from your trousers to lodge themselves beneath it. Skillful fingertips drew patterns over your skin, up your spine, and down your sides until you were gasping and shivering in his grasp. “Good,” he sighed against your lips, unbothered by you still trying to push him away, only ever flinching as he groped you. “Don’t you already know it? How much you drive me crazy? It’s only fair I drive you crazy too.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about--” you tried to contradict him. But Kaeya was quick to muffle your voice with another deep kiss. Intentionally or not, he met one of your sensitive spots as he explored you, causing a hitched moan to escape you, followed by a satisfied grunt from him. “I’ve been waiting for so long, I can’t have you take it from me now,” he breathed out huskily.

“I’ll scream!” you threatened him. “Let me go now, Kaeya!”

“Ah-ah,” he rebuked you, one of his hands being freed of groping-duty to cover your mouth. “No one’s going to take you away from me now either. Come one, be good, okay?”

Waiting for the right moment, Kaeya couldn’t endure your angry stare for very long before falling into soft laughter. “All right, all right,” he chuckled before leaning forward brushing his lips against his hand. “One more kiss, okay? I will leave you alone after that.”

Furrowing your brows even more, he interpreted you shaking your head as a ‘no’, letting out a long, “Aww…”

“Only one more, pretty please?”

You had to give it to him: persistency was something he didn’t lack. It felt like shooting into your own foot, but part of you just wanted it to be over. You two had kissed so much up till now; how much worse would one more be? And if he let you go afterwards, you could definitely endure it. Lifting up your hand to yank his from your mouth, Kaeya didn’t expect you to take the initiative, looking at you perplexed as you leaned forward to kiss him. No one ever taught you how to kiss, and without his directions, you weren’t actually sure on how any of it worked, but he didn’t seem to mind, humming a pleased tune before returning your awkward smooches.

When was a kiss one kiss? When the lips parted? After the first initial touch? Kaeya’s definition was two minutes of continuous connection between you two, only briefly drawing back for air but never without upholding the contact by biting and pulling on your lip or having your tongue following his out of your mouth into the cold night. He gripped your head tightly in his palms, not allowing you to get away. Only when he let go did you fall back hard against the wall as you two finally broke apart, and you hadn’t noticed how much he had held you up.

The rich flavor of alcohol on your tongue and his scent in your nose didn’t help with getting a clear mind, but nothing about you made sense anymore. Now that he had let you fall back and away from him, you felt even hotter than before, your body clearly bothered by the lack of stimulation. What part of ‘I wanted none of this’ did you not understand yourself? At least by the throbbing in your abdomen, you could tell that whatever kind of potion he had given to you definitely wasn’t a fun experience, but all the more potent.

“Hurts, huh?” he laughed across from you. “Oh, fuck off,” you mustered to say, but the pain was obvious by your expression. You were barely able to keep yourself up properly.

“I’d offer my help, but you made it clear you didn’t want it.” The situation must have been really funny to him, only agitating you more. If it at least hadn’t been Kaeya, you might have accepted help, but you knew you’d have to get yourself home now all by yourself in a state of constant heat with no way to resolve it.

“You caused all of this! You should at least take responsibility without taking advantage of the situation!”

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you decided it was time to step away. There was no use in talking with Kaeya, but the moment your support dwindled, you noticed how wobbly your legs felt, barely capable of holding you up. What had you trained all these years for if a mere potion could make you so incredibly weak? Before you could get back to the wall, one knee gave away, making you sink to the ground where you could barely catch yourself with your hands.

“It’s really working you hard, isn’t it?” you heard him speak down from above. Squatting to your level, you felt his hand slide through your hair before gripping and lifting your head to face him. “Tell you what: If you ask nicely, I’ll help you. Can’t promise you’ll wake up in your bed tomorrow morning, but a bed nonetheless, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed back, and he shook his head, disappointed.

“Try again.”

What choices did you have? Risk the little bit of reputation you still had by being found in the morning, disheveled and drunk from the night before? The knights absolutely hated anything that would ruin their pristine prestige, so much even you knew. You had worked so hard to get where you were, could you really risk all of it? “... please,” escaped you before you could think it through further.

“What was that?” he teased you, and you wondered why he could still be so clear even after drinking much more than you did and having had a taste of the potion from your lips. “Please help me get home.”

This time, he laughed out loud, obviously amused by how pitiful you had to behave to please him. “One more time. Say it one more time, and say it nice.”

Frustrated, you wished you could have punched him in the face, but you only bit your lip, taking a deep breath before complying. “Please, Kaeya. I need your help to get home. Please help me home!”

Embarrassment was all you could think about as he conditioned you to do as he wanted, but finally, after you did what Kaeya demanded, he petted your head, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before reaching under your arms to pull you up. “Look at you, all cute and begging me for help.”

Quickly being lifted from the ground, you found your new halt by gripping into his shoulders tightly and wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you in front of him. “You’re so adorable!” he chuckled as you clung to him much more in fear of him letting you fall than because you wanted it. He seemed to have similar thoughts, giving you a bit of a scare as he let go of you, having you hang from him by only your own strength, which you didn’t trust anymore. But just as quickly, your horrified expression made him laugh, and he gave your rear a teasing slap. Lucky for you, Kaeya didn’t make you fear any longer, embracing you back and allowing you to sink against him more as he started to make his way through the streets of Mondstadt. From an onlooker’s point of view, it might have seemed like you jumped him out of joy, but really, you clung on as if your life depended on it while Kaeya seemingly enjoyed the hug.

“Just get me home, you Asshole,” you grumbled, but your insults didn’t do any damage to his good mood. “Sure, I’ll get you home,” he replied chipper, but you already had bad thoughts as you heard that.

“At least, the place I call ‘home’,” he confirmed your suspicion, and inwardly, you already admitted defeat even as you punched your fist into his shoulder.

“You know how it is,” he brushed it off lightly, patting your backside while he climbed the stairs towards the headquarters with seemingly no effort.

“I can never refuse you or leave you be. I adore you way too much.”

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wishingyouback · 4 years ago

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In The AM.

[01:45am] late nights with minho;

It’s a quarter to two in the morning when you stumble upon minho in your apartment kitchen with his hands on his face.

Though his back is facing you, you can almost picture the look on his face. His eyes closed, hands resting on his face to either try to subside the growing headache he had or, he was just exhausted with amount of workload he had piling up. You frown to yourself and lean against the doorframe of your kitchen, being quiet and careful to not stir him from his thoughts, to take a proper look at him.

His body is slumped in comparison to his usual lean position. His hair is ruffled, looking as if he had run his hands through it a million times to rid of the worries in his head. You’re about to walk over to him when Minho turns his head to look at you. Your eyes immediately catch his and he can’t stop the smile he has growing on his face. You bite your lip to contain your excitement and make your way into his arms that opens warmly for you.

When you wrap your arms around his neck, he finds solidarity in your embrace and hums. You feel his body relax in your warmth and you almost want to cry at how tired he must be.

“How’d you know I was there?”

“I heard you open your door,” he looks at you then kisses your forehead lightly which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I’m sorry I came so late. Practice took longer than usual.”

Minho rarely talked about work — not because he didn’t want to or didn’t trust you. He trusted you with his entire life and if anything, he adored you to bits. It was just that, whenever he would be around you, you helped ease his worries. You took the pain away before he could even acknowledge it; you were his escape from reality because when he was with you, it actually felt like nothing else in the world mattered except for the moments together like right here, right now.

He was extremely thankful for you, and he always made sure to let you know that. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it.

For your first day as a couple, the hazel haired boy surprised you with flowers at midnight because he was busy with practice the entire day. When you reached a month, he bought you the bracelet you had been eyeing the time the both of you went shopping for his lovely cats. Needless to say, Minho was an attentive lover. He knew you inside out — everything you did together felt so intimate and you felt incredibly lucky; even privileged at times to be privy to these type of affections from the man who was once shy in front of you.

You pull away from him to stretch your arms, closely resembling a feline creature he was fond of, which makes him smile.

He keeps you close to him with his arms wrapped gently around your waist as you stand between his legs that he parted to make room for you. “Did I wake you?”

You hadn’t seen each other for two weeks. Though that was considered the shortest time you both have been separated, you missed him a lot more than usual and you were glad you made a spare key just for him to make his entrance any time he wanted. You shook your head.

“I woke up to get a glass of water,” you then rested your head on his shoulders, relaxing in his arms when he started to draw small patterns on your waist. “Did you just get here?”

He checks his phone and nods. “Just a few minutes, actually. We had a last minute meeting too.” He says this with a sigh.

He covers it up with a shrug but you know Minho and you know the difference between his usual nonchalant attitude to this one.

After a moment of silence with him swaying you from side to side and you laughing at the little jokes he would whisper in your ears, you stand up properly and sternly place your hands on his shoulder, making him tilt his head up to look at you. He sees the blank look on your face and sits up to mirror you.

You don’t have to say anything for him to know what you’re asking.

Even if it was just a look or a stare, Minho could read your body language and he recognised it even if you thought you were being subtle. He was alert; protective even, especially when it came to you.

“We learnt this choreography today,” you listen intently and play with the roots of his hair, something you noticed Minho liked even when he would jokingly push your hands away. “It wasn’t difficult, but it wasn’t simple either. I know we’ve done harder but— I just can’t get this one move right and it’s frustrating.”

Your heart suddenly grows heavy and you feel the sudden urge to want to reassure Minho that he’s doing amazing, so you do.

You take a step closer to him, place your hands on his cheeks, making his lips pout a little but make him look into your eyes.

“That’s not your fault, baby.” Minho’s about to deny it but he knows you have more to say, and doesn’t interrupt you. “I know I won’t understand how you completely feel, but I want you to know that I’m so proud of you and that I know you’re already doing your best. You always do, and the boys know that too.”

You stare up into Minho’s eyes and he decides that there was not a single word in the dictionary, he was sure, that could describe just how beautiful you looked tonight.

You weren’t glammed up, nor were you in the least bit trying considering you were asleep, but he decides that this is his favourite look on you. You’re wearing one of his shirts, given it was a lot bigger on you than on him, it fit you perfectly. Your hair was tussled, evident from the tossing and turning you did in your sleep, and your cheeks are more pink then they usually were, but you looked so beautiful that Minho couldn’t resist the kiss he gives you when you’re about to say something in reply.

You smile into the kiss and he suddenly feels so energised that he swallows your giggles and hums a satisfied tune against your lips. When he pulls away, he pecks your cheeks then your nose.

You can’t stop grinning after this, feeling your face heat up. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.” Again, you look up at Minho with the softest look he has ever seen and he nearly melts at the sight.

“Just thankful.” Is what he says which makes you raise your eyebrows as if to ask ‘for what?’ and he knows it isn’t to tease him. You genuinely don’t know what for, and he’s more than happy to tell you. “For you, angel.”

You bury your head into his chest at the new pet name and he already knows you’re blushing. He bites back his inner cheek to stop himself from laughing, but it’s not use because a giggle slips out and you’re pulling away to look at him again.

“Stop.” You whine and he laughs harder.

After a moment, you feel Minho draw figure eights on your back with his fingers and you feel yourself moving into him more to hug him again. He always had that affect on you.

“You wanna know something?” His voice is so low that if you weren’t in his embrace, you wouldn’t have heard it. He looks down to check if you’re listening and you are, you’re already looking at him.

“I’m so in love with you.”

You break into a wide smile and let out a shy laugh. The both of you have been together for a year now, yet you still get giddy at the compliments he gives you; the things he says to you, especially when he tells you that he loves you. It wasn’t new to hear, yet every time he said it to you, you couldn’t help but feel like it was the first time.

Minho found it endearing. He loved seeing you happy and most importantly, he loved loving you. You were his person, his lover and partner in everything.

“I’m so in love with you too.” You say when you wrap your arms around his neck so he can hug you properly. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“You wanna head to bed now?” You nod.

“Let me get a drink then I’ll join you.”

He hums an answer and lets you go get a cup but before you can take another step, he grabs your wrist and when you turn, you feel his lips land on yours. You’re about to react when he pulls away as quickly as he started it, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

“I’ll see you in bed, baby.” You roll your eyes playfully at the older boy let him go. He reluctantly lets go of your hand that he squeezes before leaving and you grab your drinks feeling nothing but pure happiness completely consume your body.

a/n if you made it ‘till the end, thank you so much for reading ily, i do. & if there are any errors, let me know and i’ll fix them ♡ happy reading(s)!

— you’re always loved. x

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strawbrrychan · 3 years ago

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small .

pairing: bang chan x g/n reader

genre: angst, a fluffy ending tho <333

warnings: a handful of curse words, depictions of intrusive thoughts and implied suicide attempt

word count: 0.8k

a/n: this is for a friend,, its short im sorry!

ghoul, i I really hope that you feel better soon. you deserve so much better than how you're treated. you're so strong and im so lucky to have you in my life. every day that I have with you is a day I cherish forever. I love you dearly. <3

You let out a long sigh, dragging your feet through your shared apartment, throwing your limp, jaded body onto the couch. You didn’t bother closing the door, instead, letting it swing itself shut. Your feet were aching to be set free from their cage inside your shoes, convincing you to untie your laces and leaving them where you took them off. At this point, you were curled into yourself on your side letting all of you self-loathing swallow you whole. silent tears made their way out of the corner of your eye, leaving dark wet spots on the fabric of the couch. More began to join them, a loud, choked sob ripped itself from your lungs. You knew another slump was making its way to you.

You simply didn’t want to exist anymore. Nothing seemed to ever go your way, and you were tired of it. You were tired of waking up and hating what you saw staring back in the mirror. Tired of not being able to go a day without thinking of leaving the planet somehow. You just wanted it to stop. Boy, did you feel suffocated. you could never talk to anyone, in fear of making them feel guilty. your shit brain always managed to tell you that you didn’t deserve the love you received, and made you feel guilty for being sad. You hated all of it.

So what if you did something to rid yourself of pain altogether? The thought alone scared you when it first crossed your mind. And more times than you’d like to admit, you considered doing it for real. But the consequences never dawned on you until then. How your boyfriend, Chan, would react. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost you.

You cried harder, guilt ripping you apart like a starved lion. How could you ever even think to leave him like that? You’d ruin him forever.

As if on cue, the soft click of your apartment door made its way to your ears. A whine escaped your lips, praying to whatever was above the clouds that he didn’t see your current state. You grasped the arm of the couch to stand, but steady hands found their way into yours. you paused in front of him in panic. Chan’s hand rested on your cheek, turning your face to meet his. You couldn’t bare to look at him like this, in fear that you might break again.

“Look at me angel,” his voice was gentle and quiet. “Please.” You knew he just wanted to help you, but that didn’t make it any easier to look him in the eye when you were practically crumbling in his hands.

After a moment of his waiting, your puffy red eyes met his warm ones. And, of course, to your dismay, another cry leapt from your throat. You felt so guilty making him take care of you when he already has a plethora of other things to worry about. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” His thumb was wiping your eyes as you tried your hardest to not hiccup as you spoke.

“‘M just so-so tired.” Your breath hitched in your throat as your shaky words fell from your lips, just above a whisper. “Its okay,” chan assured you, stroking your hair. “Take your time.” You took a few more breaths before trying to speak again. You sat there ranting for him for god knows how long, and he stayed with you the whole time. A sigh left your lungs once again, hugging the man in front of you.

Chan’s arms made their way around your form, cradling your body and bringing you to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you on your bed, turning away for a moment to grab one of his t-shirts and placing it next to you. He stood in front of your small frame on the bed, helping you undress yourself. You slipped off your shoes hours ago, leaving your top and bottoms to be removed and replaced. Chan grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it gently as your arms made their way above your head. He tossed the stray article of clothing into your closet, focusing back on you. He smiled at your skin reacting to the cold air, leaving a chaste kiss on your collarbone before handing you his shirt, as he unbuttoned your bottoms. he lifted your hips off of the bed slightly, sliding the clothing down your legs, leaving you in your underwear and his shirt. You laid down, curling up to create some sort of warmth within yourself. As if on cue, chan laid behind you in the now dark bedroom, bringing the covers over you both.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I hate seeing you suffer in silence. I want to help you, baby.” He whispered, kissing the bottom of your hairline. You could feel his featherlight fingertips drawing patterns into the fabric of your shirt. A calm silence fell between you, your restless body flipping over to speak to him. “Thank you. For everything you do for me. I’m working on it, I promise,” you spoke lowly into the dark room, before pressing your lips to his, capturing them in a passionate kiss. “I love you.” you whispered after the kiss, letting him lay on your chest. soon you heard chan emitting soft snores, and you too, joined him in dreamland.

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achillieus · 4 years ago

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let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts) (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on. And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break.

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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headspace, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You try so hard, so very hard to not let Jeon Jungkook have the effect he has on you. You have things to do. But you’re always in his arms again, because you can’t stop thinking about him and he knows it.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, fingering, lil bit of spanking, doggy, hair-pulling, cock warming); PWP; softdom!Jungkook

this post, basically + I found a mysterious hickey on my neck and idk where it came from and it stayed there for days at first i wasn’t going to post this, but who knows, maybe you all want to know what happens in my head when JK is out here looking that good. maybe this is what you’re thinking too, lmao

"Ah, Jungkook, w-wait!"

Already all up in your face, pressing you against the wall, grabbing your thighs and sinking his fingers into them, lifting you up, up.

"Wait for what?" was Jeon Jungkook's hot whisper into your neck. "What am I waiting for, after you look at me like that?"

"I... I didn't..."

"You did."

He planted your legs around his waist, forcing you to grab his shoulders so you wouldn't fall, gripping the black linen fabric, his dangling silver earrings brushing against your silver rings, knuckles, and the backs of your hands. He reached up and pushed your head down to make you stare into his dark brown eyes.

"You looked at them all with a smile, but your eyes lingered on me."

Fuck, his eyes were so pretty.

The fucking shape, so fucking sexy with the way the upper lid curved downward a little in the inner corner, fanning out to that roundness, then his lashes flaring upwards at the end. Paired with that intense gaze and it was a deadly combination.

"Lie to my face. Try it."

His voice was deep but gentle, pinning you between the wall and himself, hardness surrounding your softness. You gazed straight into those dangerous eyes.

"You're going to keep trying, aren't you?"

His pink lips curved into a smirk. "Yes."

His hands went back down, sliding under your red velvet skirt, squeezing your bare thighs. Drumming upwards slowly, sinking his fingers into your ass.

"I told you to stop annoying me."

He kneaded your ass slowly. "You did. And yet I still have the key. You haven't changed the locks to keep me out," he purred, leaning in, pressing his hard chest on yours. Even through the cropped white sweatshirt and his black linen shirt you could feel him, feel his strength and his power over you. "Shall I just stay here from now on? Since you so obviously want me here."

"J-Jungkook..."

Eyes on yours, eyebrow cocked.

"Go ahead and say it. Tell me to get out. Tell me you don't want me," he breathed onto your chin, nails digging into your ass. "Tell me your lies."

"Shut up."

You tilted your head and pressed your lips to his, one hand sliding up to hold his head in place as you kissed him hard, his smirk into your kiss. For such a taunting mouth, he had a lovely kiss, capturing your lips gently, tongue flitting between them. You were sliding down the wall and Jungkook shoved you back up, stepping closer to the wall to sandwich you harder into it, breaking the kiss.

"I have things to do..." you murmured, pushing his long hair back and tucking it behind his ear. Jungkook continued smirking at you, amused by your verbal monologue. "I'm busy, I'm tired, there are people waiting on me..." His dark eyes sparkled with danger. "And you always make me want you instead."

One of his eyebrows quirked. "What a terrible predicament."

You narrowed your eyes. "You're so troublesome."

He smiled, and despite your frustrations, it was a genuine one. It was hard to stay mad at Jungkook.

"I know."

He kissed you this time, making you tingle all over, moaning softly as his tongue played with yours. With a chuckle, he picked you up and leaned you against him, forcing you to clamp your thighs around his waist and your arms to wrap around his neck as he carried you, far too easily for your liking. Jungkook was a strong man. In too many ways, honestly.

"We can just play for a little while," Jungkook purred. "You love playing with me, don't you?"

"Too much, I think..."

He turned and sat on the bed, adjusting your knees to be on either side of him, kissing down your neck, fingertips sliding under your panties.

"Someone is going to think I'm obsessed with you," you puffed, slight irritation in your tone as he pulled up, shoving your panties in between your ass.

"You aren't?" he teased.

"You want me to be," you retorted. Jungkook was squeezing your ass, spreading it out, digging his fingers into it.

"Yes, I do." He licked up your neck and you shivered. His lips kept going up, chaste kisses compared to the manhandling of your ass. Your hair fluffed as he breathed into your ear. "Want this pretty head to be full of thoughts of me." His deft fingers slipped under, stroking the slick wetness. "We always have such fun when you give in to me, don't we?"

Fuck, why did he have to have such a beautiful voice, so rich and so much depth, taking you away to his world?

"And you always, always give in to me."

Two fingers into your pussy, sinking into wet warmth, your eyelids fluttering, arms wrapping around his head, fingers tangling in his black locks, gasping as he thrust them in and out of you, whispering your name hotly in your ear, licking it lightly every time he buried himself all the way to his knuckles.

"P-Please, Jungkook... let me breathe a l-little..."

His head dipped down and you buried your nose into his hair, smelling the sweet scent of product he used, dark stands curled around your fingers and silver rings, pleasure swirling up from your core. He was so good. So fucking good and he probably didn't even know exactly how good he was.

"Just breathe me," Jungkook said to your neck, nipping at the space between your collarbones, leaving small red marks. "I'll be your oxygen. I'll be anything you want, everything you want, make you love me more and more until there's no one else but me."

And then his teeth sank down, biting your neck possessively, to the right and above your collarbone, your head falling back to give him more space, increasing his pace in your pussy so that the wet smacking sounds became louder to match your cries. Deep, hard, rough, just the way you liked it, and one glance down found Jungkook's dark eyes boring into you, chocolatey and heavenly, stubbornly telling you that he wasn't going to give up.

"Jungkook," you hissed. "You're making me crazy."

His pink tongue licked against his bite as he grinned.

You sucked in a breath and pushed his face into your chest, biting your lip to muffle your whine as you came, muscles tensing around his fingers, massaging them roughly as your juices soaked down. Did your skin run hot due to embarrassment or was it just the layers of clothes? Either way, you felt him chuckle as he pulled his fingers out, your panties snapping against your drenched slit uncomfortably. His other hand cupped around your head, tilting it to the side. Your cheek rested on his hair. His glistening fingers in your view, spreading out with strings of your juices in between his joints.

Yup, it was embarrassment.

Jungkook put his fingers in his mouth and you didn't look, cheeks burning hot. He nuzzled your neck, lapping at his mark on you.

"Hm. People are going to see that one," he purred. "That's good."

"People at work are going to think I'm unprofessional," you mumbled.

"Take off your clothes then. I'll mark you in other places."

I'm already marked all over by you, you thought to yourself. You twirled your fingers around the black strip of fabric around his neck, undoing the tie and slipping it down, watching the scarf trail around the curve, a shape you stared at far too much and his mischievous smirk wasn't helping.

"You going to use this on me?" Without knowing it, your voice had become smokey and hazy, matching his playfulness. "Is that why you wore it?"

His large hand closed around yours, finger by finger, still a little damp from his mouth and your juices. Smirking with that flirtatious spark in his eye, maybe innocent at one point but certainly not now because he invaded your head and did it on purpose, caressing your knuckles as he spoke.

"You know I can be anything for you," Jungkook drawled, eyebrow arching gracefully. "In this space, I'm all yours." He pulled the tie out of your fingers slowly, centimeter by centimeter of black linen slipping from your fingers, followed by your sanity with his silvery voice. "If it's what you want, I'll do it."

Every time.

Every fucking time.

And how could you be mad at those eyes, those lips, that face, inviting you to worship him and love him?

You swore there was a time before Jeon Jungkook, but now you couldn't remember and he wasn't letting you remember, pulling you to the center of the bed, taking off your white sweatshirt, yanking down your red velvet skirt, letting you tug at the buttons of his black shirt, pushing it down his shoulders, kissing the exposed skin, his taste flooding your mouth. His hands on your back, digging his nails in, raking down, pleased by the way you shuddered against him, unhooking your bra as you unzipped his slacks. It just wasn't fair, not fair at all how handsome and cute Jungkook was, how hard his muscle was and how soft his touch was, the way he balanced his fingertips on your chin and tipped it up, kissing you again, your name in his lips, melting your ice with his fire, gasping softly as your fingers skimmed his ass and thighs, drawing patterns in his skin.

"I love your kisses," he panted. "They're a perfect combination. Erotic and needy and demanding."

Closer, his hands sliding down, the lightest pressure, guiding you down onto the pillows, the scarf still wrapped around his right hand.

"And the sounds you make." Dropping his head, kissing the curve of your breasts, nudging your silver necklaces away, biting at times, making you moan and bury your fingers in that soft hair once more, black against your silver rings. "Want you to make them over and over again for me, only me..."

His lips around your nipple, tongue so soft but sucking so hard, your back arcing and his eyes on his bites, knowing they'd be there for a while, and yet you could tell he still wanted to do more, wanted his permanent mark on you.

"Jungkook..."

His piercing gaze on you as he detached his lips, switching sides, listening but not stopping. Wrapping his tongue around the hardened nub, sending shocks of pleasure through your nerves, long hair messy and tangled from your fingers. You chewed on your lip, curling your fingers into his scalp, not trying to hurt him but unable to contain the apprehension within you. His lips parted seeing your expression, brushing against your nipple as he spoke.

"Don't look so guilty."

Hands on your hips, pulling you down to his face, the scent of your own nipples heavy in his breath as he laid kisses on your cheeks.

"I don't look this nice just for me, you know. You have to appreciate me."

Imprinting his touch all over you, nails scratching up your skin, fingerprints from his grip, nipping at your swollen lips.

"I'll help you feel good. I promise."

All I can think about is you. You're the worst, Jungkook.

You took the black scarf from him, unwrapping it from his hand. Backed up, feeling his eyes on you, nearly black with lust, watching you collect your hair back and twist the strip around and around, his smirk growing with every second as you tied it off.

"Convenient."

Jungkook knew what you wanted, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you around, making you scramble and gasp at his forcefulness, your silver necklaces hitting you in the chest. On hands and knees now, your favorite, his hand splayed across your back and pressing your shoulder blades down, other hand clutching your panties and yanking, moaning as he watched your juices drip down, snapping against your thighs.

"That's a pretty pussy," he breathed, leaning in. You whimpered as his fingers slid in once again, three this time, fuck, almost too many, stretching you out. You clenched around them, making Jungkook moan. "Mmm, fuck yes, so fucking tight, my cock is going to feel so good inside you…"

He found what he was looking for and nudged your hand with it, the sharp edges of the foil pocket tapping against your rings.

"Reach back for me. Get me hard for you."

"But I haven’t taken off my–"

"Shh, I still have my underwear on, go ahead."

You bit your lip and extended your hand back awkwardly, careful with your rings, palming his semi-hard cock through his boxer briefs as he shoved his fingers into you repeatedly, straightening his back to watch.

"Yes, that's it," Jungkook groaned, putting more force into it, earning the moans he was waiting for, your muscles tensing around his fingers, obscene, sloppy smacks of your viscous juices tainting the room. "Love watching your ass bounce, so fucking sexy..."

He liked watching you struggle too, hand grasping his cock and rubbing the wet spot around the head, jerked around by his fingers, mouth open and unable to catch your breath, his name a dry rasp between curses.

"Jungkook, a-ah... please..."

So hard, throbbing under your fingertips, straining for release.

"Want it... please... w-want your cock to ruin me..."

You heard him chuckle, sliding his fingers out and striking your clit. You yelped sharply, turning into breathless cries as he rubbed your clit with his slick fingers, calluses adding to the friction.

"How can I say no to that?" he drawled. "You want to make me feel good too, hm?"

"Y-Yes, ah, fuck, Jungkook, please..."

You dropped your hand, clutching the sheets, screaming into them, pleasure overtaking you with a sharp throb, hips shaking with effort as your orgasm crashed down, rolling your hips into his touch. Dragged out, eyes rolling back, moan trickling from your lips as he pressed his fingers into your engorged clit, feeling it pulse violently as you rode your high.

"So fucking hot," he breathed. "You want me that bad?"

There was no point in lying now.

"Fuck, yes I do, fuck."

Jungkook snickered, flicking his fingers against your sensitive opening before removing it. You flinched, hearing the sound of the condom being torn open. Your name fell from his lips, teasing, warm, too much familiarity.

"What?"

One hand on your hip, the other smacking your ass. You sucked in a breath, bracing yourself.

"You have a pretty back."

"Oh… Thanks?"

And then a high-pitched moan tore through you as he suddenly filled you up with one quick thrust, tensing every muscle in your body, Jungkook groaning with effort, knowing you would tell him to stop if it was too much, but you weren’t telling him because, even if you were tight, you were also so wet that he entered with minimal effort. It was easy for him, slipping in all the way to the base, his crotch slapping into your ass. Too easy. Fuck, you liked him too fucking much.

“Such a tiny little pussy,” he purred, squeezing your flesh, inhaling sharply as you fitted around him. “You need a cock to stretch you out, don’t you?”

You wiggled your ass into his hips. “Jungkook…”

“Hand, please.”

You whimpered and presented your right hand. His fingers curled around your forearm, gripping tight.

“Hold on now.”

His left hand dug into your hip as he began to fuck you, hard, satisfying, penetrating thrusts of pure power that made you cry out, slamming your left hand into the headboard, pushing back to hold yourself in place and prevent your body from sliding up because he was fucking you so hard, and it was so good, so perfect, your wetness squelching around him, the feeling of suddenly being almost empty then full, empty then full, power and pleasure. Why did he feel so good? Why did it feel so good, uncontrollable moans and pants of his name as he took you from behind?

“You’re holding me so well, fuck, so nice and tight for me,” Jungkook hissed, hand leaving your hip and you knew what was coming, your hips moving of their own accord, meeting his rough thrusts as his left hand grasped your ponytail, wrapping it around his palm, tugging slightly, forcing your head to lift, your silver necklaces jangling against your breasts, whimpering almost pathetically, but it was so good, so good, the little jolts of pain and his cock pounding you and you meeting him, core tightening at his insistent gentle yanks.

“Fuck, so sexy,” he muttered. “Such soft hair, pretty wrists, plump ass fucking me back, aren’t you just the perfect little plaything for me?” His words seeping into you, smokey and hazy with lust, the depth taking you under, drowning in your orgasm as the pleasure rocked through you, and he didn’t stop, simply fucking you through it with a hiss, your name an immoral drawl, paired with the lewd squelching of how fucking wet you were for Jeon Jungkook. “How can I go anywhere else when this pussy needs me so bad, hm? When you demand to be fucked and wrecked by this cock?”

“Jungkook, ah, fuck!”

“That’s it, keep cumming for me, cum all over my cock, fuck, feels so fucking good when you clench like that.”

You were going to lose your fucking mind, with his hand on your hair and his other dropping your forearm, grabbing your hip once again so he could fuck you harder, deeper, the bed shaking with the force. You tried to bury your face into the pillows, but couldn’t because of his grip on your hair, so you just wailed out his name, probably far too loud, tightening all around his entire length, oh fuck, tipping over the edge once more, so wet you could feel it trickling down your clit and thighs, the violent smacking of flesh to flesh causing thick drops to hit your sheets.

Everything smelled like sex. Everything was sex.

And there was nothing in your head but Jeon Jungkook’s cock ruining you.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck me, you’re so fucking good!”

You heard Jungkook moan your name, ramming his hips into you one last time as he came, cock jerking as he filled the condom with strings of cum. His grip on your ponytail tensed and he yanked your head up, forcing you to arch your back and rut your ass into him, elongating the pleasure.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

“Shh…”

Your hands poised under you, your necklaces stuck to your chest, trapped in the uncomfortable position, squeezing him periodically. He groaned at the sensation, pressed against your ass.

“Feels so fucking good,” he murmured. “You still gonna act like you don’t want me?”

Your cheeks flared with heat. He released your hair and reached around, cupping your chin, pushing you to him as he met you halfway, his lips against your ear. You could feel the warmth radiating off his face, beads of sweat brushing against your ear and neck. Breath so hot it was making your pulse race. He was slipping out a little, but your pussy tightened around him. He snickered right into your ear. You shivered, a low moan leaving your throat.

“… Don’t…”

His tongue slid out and traced your earlobe. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t… do this to me…”

Lips right on your hot, hot skin, on fire for Jeon Jungkook, his whisper always in your thoughts.

“Have to. You still want me, don’t you?”

Fuck.

“… Yeah.”

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