#divider: kodaswrld

[flowafairy]

✿ I MISS YOU RIGHT ABOUT NOW! clingy bllk men texting you ❀ crack, fluff, offensive language n jokes.

isagi, nagi, reo, rin, sae, karasu, kaiser

do we fw the tbhk header

[atsubie]

۫ 新月 ℳ𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖾 . ࣪

᭨ ⃟⃜ ུ۪𔓕 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 🌑ᛝৣ ۬۟

ᭊ⬤ᰯ 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ִ ◞ ۫

[simonz-angel]

yall can say wtvvvv to me simon is a softest lover

his lips spread like a burning wildfire across your skin, saliva acting as gasoline as it shines over your smooth skin, igniting you in a hot daze.

your lips pop open, mind desperately attempting to conjure up any form of words, incapable of spreading your gratitude. the only thing you can do is gasp, writhe and touch his warm, rugged skin softly. letting your fingers touch the pain he’s conjured and hid over the various years of suffering.

your touch is warm, understanding on a deeper level, and he can feel the tender of your exploring fingertips, your hands skimming and hesitating on every gauge, showing him you accept and you understand him for who he is.

he cups your face, thumb gently settling over your lips, and his eyes peer into yours. his gaze is vulnerable, pupils blown in adoration. “it’s okay, baby, you don’t need to say anything, just feel it.”

and you breathe, teeth skimming across the warm pad of his thumb. his hips settle, meeting yours in a soft embrace, he’s gentle and slow. peeling you apart in layers just to bring you over the edge and have you grasping at his sticky skin.

it was always the best part for him, watching your gaze unlock from his, your body pull and sink against the sheets, your lips slip open in the sweetest of sounds. it was more than sex, it was a way to feel you, to connect mentally and physically, a way to reach into your soul and unlock your deepest feelings, darkest secrets.

although it feels too deep to others, simon couldn’t help himself. being gentle with you, to you was all he could do. he’s been dealt the worst hands within his life, and with work, everything in his life dominated the gentle spiritual of life. your his calm, and he treats you with nothing but a tender love, he can’t help himself, never wanting to show you what he’s seen, what he’s been through.

“that’s it, love, can feel you,” he gasps, hands propping up your legs, careful not to spread you to wide knowing your muscles will begin to cramp, knowing you will ache for days. “just… just take it for me, baby, just let yourself feel good.”

mighta hit the blunt a lil too hard yall

[kodaswrld]

sfw agere & petre divider set 🍼🐾

you are all loved!! ~mama koda

you are all appreciated!! ~mama koda

[blood-smiles]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 ⊹₊⟡⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - TW: Gore description at the end of the chapter . icky stuff, reader has a little bit of androphobia .

ׂ╰┈➤ Ever since you were a little kid you dreamed of being a nurse, any kind of nurse, you really just wanted to help for the greater cause. Was it you trying to indulge a savior complex? Perhaps.

Now that you were in fact at camp, training under a more experienced nurse you came to realize that this place was so so much worse than you expected.

These soldiers were no walk in the park, many of them were traumatized from war, sometimes even refusing to take their medicine because it would numb their pain, the only thing that let them know that they were in fact alive.

It broke your heart.

Then came the harassment, some shouted and tried to swipe at you, doing all they could to keep you away from them. sometimes it was just lustful men, not seeing a woman in so long causing them to grow impatient, some would grab you, look you up and down like a fresh piece of meat. Ugh, disgusting.

You hauled around a basket full of medicine and fresh gauze, turning and weaving through the make shift hospital until reaching a white tent .

You unzipped the “door” and shimmied inside the tent, two people came into view, you greeted your senior nurse and the injured soldier politely.

The nurse turned around, clasping her hands together in what seemed a pleading gesture.

“Oh! (Y/N) there you are, can you take over this one for me? There’s another man badly injured in another tent.”

What? No, please don’t leave me with him!

You sent a pathetic look to the other nurse, begging her not to leave you all alone.

You turned your gaze over to the man sitting on the stretcher, the grip on your basket growing tighter.

He was fucking huge, his body being muscular and tall at the same time. His face obscured by dirtied bandages, all sorts of grime and dried blood splashed on his bandages like faded watercolor.

The nurse gave you a soft pat on the shoulder as she left in a haste.

You cleared your throat, shrugging off the discomfort in your system and getting to work swiftly.

You approached the sink, letting the cold water run over your skin, allowing the soap suds to cleanse the impurities and leave a fresh and pure exterior.

You patted your hands against a paper towel and grabbed the basket containing the various first aid equipment.

“I’m (Y/N) and I will be your nurse for today.” The practiced words rolled off your tongue smoothly, although your expression betrayed your confident rambling.

The man glanced up at you, steely blue-grey eyes glaring at you through golden eyelashes.

You swallowed thickly, quickly observing his physical state, you could point out two or three injuries. But with his face covered you can barely make out if he needs anything to be done on his face.

“I need to remove your bandages to clean injuries below them.” You folded your hands in front of your stomach, furrowing your brows while waiting for him to shout at you.

But the boisterous voice never came, instead a soft grunt answered along with the shuffling of fabric.

The dirtied bandages coiled around his neck, draping over his shoulders as he nodded his head to get his hair out of his vision.

You gazed at his features.. He was beautiful. 

Not the delicate flower type of beauty, not something to be gently handled or protected. It was more like a rough, jagged beauty, alike to the beauty of a rusted, jagged claymore, flowers curled along its hilt and blade.

Blonde hair curled in between his eyebrows in a sort of X shape. His features were strong and sharp, his expression stony and serious. His slightly tanned skin decorated with scars and small cuts.

“Are there any serious injuries you have right now?” 

The man rolled up his stained tank top to reveal bandages wrapped around his ribs, light pink stains splashed on the surface of the yellowed bandages.

You took a deep breath, putting some gloves on to begin inspecting the wound.

You slowly unraveled the bandages, revealing a half-scabbed half-fresh wound underneath, you glanced up at the large man to get a look at how well he was fairing with the pain.

Only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the soft flushing along his cheekbones were telling you that he was feeling pain.

He glanced down at you, pupils dilating for a moment before looking entirely away.

After a little you made sure to send him on his way, his right side was wrapped in bandages and thoroughly disinfected.

You made sure to clean the minor cuts on his face too, medical tape covering some of them.

You grabbed your clipboard, recording his visit today and a simple report on what was done.

“Can you give me your whole name and birthdate?” You asked softly, glancing down at the white boxed paper.

“February 14.” His accented voice answered, folding his old bandages in his own hand.

“..Marcelle Briar.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye shyly.

“Alright, I believe that is it..” you muttered, taking out some pain killers and handing them to him “You can take two every six hours to keep down the pain.. Is there anything else you wanted to speak about?” 

Marcelle looked up from his hands, gently taking your in his, 

“Yes, right here.” He placed your hand over his chest, right over his heart, it was erratically beating against his ribcage almost as if it were about to jump out of his tórax and run off.

“Every time I look at you. My heart.. em.. how do you say..? Fast.” He explained, pressing your hand into his chest even more.

His cheeks were flushed a red tint, small sweat suds forming over his scarred skin.

You laughed nervously, prying your hand away from his relaxed, soft muscles.

Your ears were beginning to feel warmer, how do you explain this to him without outright embarrassing him?

You started “Erm.. Well—“

“Lieutenant cottontail!! There you are.” Another deep voice cut you off as he stepped into the tent.

“..Salvador.” 

It was another burly man of Marcelle’s size, big muscular and intimidating handsome..

But this one was a stark contrast to him, he seemed more extroverted and.. louder, you suppose.

His black hair fell over his face loosely, styled in a messy half-up-half-down type of way.

His gaze shifted to you, eyes widening just a little bit, giving you a curious look.

“hello there.. sorry for the intrusion, muñeca.” He waved at you, his shoulders relaxed.

You stayed quiet, before just nodding your head. 

“You must be the new nurse, right?” He walked closer to you, you tried to ignore how his boots were tracking blood and mud into the sterile tent..

“C-correct.” He leaned down to your level for a moment, observing you intently for a moment, his dark eyes narrowed.

You were about to pop a blood vessel, you could hear the blood pumping through your ears frantically, did you do something wrong? Why was he looking at you like that?

“..You’re pretty cute.” He whispered to himself before he backed away completely, swiveling around to greet the blonde man on the cot.

“We have a new unit of rookies, cmon.” The new man(Salvador) motioned with his head for the other male to get moving.

“See you around, (Y/N).” The black haired one bid his goodbye with a nod of his head and a pat to your head.

The blonde one stared at you for a second, you swear you saw the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before muttering a farewell too.

…

Marcelle might have been struck with Cupid’s arrow. Unfortunately it seemed that he wasn’t the only one under the mischievous cherub’s control.

his “friend” had been shot too. Marcelle could tell, Salvador was laidback and a good personality, complete contrast to him but even with that arrogant exterior Salvador adored to display, Marcelle knew that something changed.

When he spoke to you the tips of his ears were slightly flushed, he toned down his prideful side too, truly a miracle. 

as far as Marcelle knew, Salvador loathed physical touch. However he didn’t hesitate to brush against you. Male-Whore.

And what did the blonde man do this whole time? Seethe as he watched the interaction. He was pushing 34 years old and he was still too shy to speak to a girl. Pathetic.

He now had competition, he hoped that it was just a puppy crush and would lay over and be forgotten by Salvador and him.

Oh how wrong he was.

…

It had been a while since you begun to feel at home at base, and now you had.. friends, you suppose.

Those two soldiers were becoming close to your heart, both of them paying you almost daily visits, gifting you small trinkets they found and wild flowers from their outings.

Salvador liked giving you flowers, especially red ones for some reason, he was the more flirtatious one out of the pair, but you just laughed it off. not like he could have feelings for a puny person like you, could he? He was probably playing with you..

God, are you dense or do you think he doesn’t like you? Salvador has tried everything, he has flirted, shown that you are special to HIM, he has gotten rid of all the nuisances, he literally worships the ground you walk on and you still don’t get that he is hopelessly I love with you?!

Marcelle was sweet, you honestly didn’t expect it from him, he always had an annoyed look and seemed milliseconds away from tearing your head off your shoulders clean.

But he was.. basically a human sized teddy bear—at least towards you. He liked physical proximity(surprisingly), gently hugging your head closer to his chest, burying his nose into your hair, you name it.

Salvador never had any of it, shooting nasty looks at Marcelle and muttering jabs at him, They were both like two brothers fighting over a plushie.

Somehow they both would always end up hugging a part of your body after bickering for a while.

Lately there has been various soldier deaths, strangely enough they were men you knew, both in your good and not so good graces.

They were admitted into the infirmary for life threatening wounds and most of the time died due to blood loss or a punctured organ.

It was traumatic. Having to drag the body out and into a sealed bag to the corresponding family.

Your ears pricked at the sound of screams, you were used to hearing those cries for help. You learned throughout so many years that you were to mind your business, not to investigate and much less wander near the forest.

Bloodcurdling screams resounded from the woods, only the birds and bears present to hear the sound of death.

A blonde man grabbed onto the lower jaw of the bloodied man lying on the floor, thick fingers lodging onto the frenulum of his mouth.

The sound of cartilage tearing reached his ears, a sick laugh reverberating from his chest as blood streamed out the injured soldiers mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A lax voice sounded from behind Marcelle.

Salvador dragged a body with him, creating a dark trail of guts and blood on the dirt flooring.

The man Marcelle was finishing with flailed and cried on the ground, his tongue sticking out from his mouth as there was no more jaw to hang on to.

He flailed for help to the black haired fellow, only for his hopes to be crushed when he started laughing at his misery.

“I know this guy. He groped (Y/N) did he not?” Salvador cracked a rare smile, walking up to the male on the floor and landing a powerful kick to his gut.

Blood gurgled out his mouth, eyes wide as he stared up at both of the devils with fear.

Marcelle scoffed, nodding his head as he placed his foot on his head, applying pressure on hid frontal lobe until it exploded.

Making a mess of blood and brains under his black boot, even after death Marcelle had decided he hadn’t had enough though.

Lifting his leg he stomped down on his head, over and over. And over. And over again.

The deceased man’s face was unrecognizable, being pulverized into the soil as only remnants of skin and meat suggested there was a head on his body once.

Marcelle ripped his name off his uniform, taking out his lighter and burning it.

Salvador threw his own body next to the headless corpse, nudging it with his foot lightly before spitting on the corpses.

“Let’s go. (Y/N) is waiting for us.” Marcelle mumbled, eyeing the bodies one last time before leaving.

You enjoyed your lunch with both the soldiers. But you couldn’t help but notice the slight red tint to Marcelle’s usually honey blonde hair. The red under Salvador’s nails scared you, but you just figured they must have hurt themselves.

You tried to ignore the insanity behind the pair’s eyes as they stared at you, they were looking at you as if they had placed their hearts on silver platters and were waiting for you to take them.

You just smiled, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you from exhaustion. Sadly that wasn’t the case. ♡

[nemesyaaa]

S2!rafe cameron x kook!drug dealer! reader

summary ; so....reader's snorting a line of coke on rafe's dick, and rafe taking pill of ecstasy on reader's pussy...just two losers getting high together (2k3 words.)

warnings : mentions and using of drugs. smut (without real plot.). oral (f. receiving). minors dni.

"so why did you call me? need me for somethin’?"

“ oh please, you’re the one that needs something, when have i needed you for anything?“ after all, you were the dealer, and it was your client so you were right. “ and if you didn’t want to hear from me, you probably shouldn’t have given me your number?”

“ so what, you're just bored ? ”

“ i have something for you. ”

you shook your head, sitting comfortably on the edge of your bed. with one hand, you waved a bag with colorful tablets inside in front of him with a smile falling on your lips.

rafe's eyes lit up, as if suddenly your call was worth it.

“ it’s kinda sad that your face only lights up like that when you’re about to take drugs. ” you rolled your gaze, realizing that you now had his full attention. "you want it? of course, you do. we all know rafe cameron would do anything to get high."

“ and you like that. ” he shutted. “ when your ass is spoiled by my money.”

he came closer to take the bag but you moved your hand away, being much faster than him. he gave you one of his confused looks, his jaw clenching, all frustrated by your move. “don’t play with me like that. just give it to me.”

“ mmh, let me think ? no.” you ordered. “ you want it ? earn it. no kook privilege here.”

rafe started laughing, a nasally laughter that loudly echoed in the room, as his tongue hollowed the side of his inner left cheek with a smirk. “ i don’t beg, quit being a bitch, i don’t beg to have to ‘earn’ this shit. ”

you looked at him warily, knowing full well that he would. “ i think you’re gonna start listening, because you’d do anything to get what you want. if not, it doesn’t really matter to me, i have plenty of clients from figure eight who will pay me twice the amount you do. i just have to call them right now, just give me a sec... ”

his need for drugs was kinda sad,and you felt slightly guilty for using it against him. but as a businesswoman,you easily learned to take advantage of others' vulnerabilities, to use their weaknesses. you had been raised like that, there was nothing you could do about it. and it wasn't like rafe cameron was a nice guy. it was even he who encouraged all this violence within the island.

he finally knelt down, his icy glossy-teared gaze meeting yours, his lower lips trembling and begging you to shove the damn pill in his mouth. he could almost drool on the floor because he was so desperate for this shit.

“it’s immediately less fun when you’re the one begging.” you commented, noticing his blue eyes shine because of the impatience you were putting him through.

“ i did what you asked me to. so no more playing bef…”

“ before what? what could you possibly do? kill me? you gonna try to drown me, or maybe strangle me.. people talk y’know. look, i don’t have time for your bullshit, I’m in charge right now, this little power struggle isn’t going to get you anywhere. i’m not one of your little friends and i’m not scared of you. i don’t need your money but you need drugs, so who do you think is going to win here? get it together or get out. ”

rafe cameron hated this feeling, the way you making him feel shitty, the way you felt so superior to him with your worlds. it was — too much, too humiliating for him.

he was seething, a mixture of rage and sadness, but above all need and weakness. he needed this drug, as much as he needed you to give it to him now. you were terribly making the blood boil in his bulging veins. his body was tense, and inside his mouth, it was foaming. you could see he could die from this. he would have liked to be able to use violence on you, but he was incapable of doing so. you held him helpless.

"you’ve never been in this position before, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it."

you brushed aside the strands of his bangs. “just look at that face, you are pretty, i’ll admit it” you traced his lips with your thumb, brushing it softly. with a mocking tone, you said. “ i don’t get how anyone could be intimidated by you, you’re such a baby. or maybe you’re just like this with me. ”

“ don’t call me that. ”

“then don’t give me a reason too. you’re not better than anyone. now relax, let’s just have fun." and you placed a colored pill against your tongue before pulling your lips over his, slowly sliding and driving the drug into his mouth.

you pressed your tongue against his in a mixture of dripping drool, pushing the colored pill against both of your mouths as they sought each other, sharing each other's taste. you claimed him, as you slobbering directly in his tongue, sucking the pill that had passed from one mouth to the other, from his saliva to yours, slipping in your lips and outside his, before returning to him. “ open up, rafe.” and you released the drug down his throat.

you leaned back, a trickle of saliva stretching from his tongue to your parted and swollen lips. you were breathing heavily as if he had stolen your breath during the kiss.

“ we're not done yet. " you replied in his ear, giving his earlobe a lick.

you sat on the edge of the bed again, removing your skirt and panties before spreading your thighs to let him view your perfect and sweet pussy. you placed a new pill on your tongue, caged around your two fingers before a load of drool caused the drug to slide just between your cunt.

“oops, so clumsy.” you scoffed. " you wanna get that or should i ?"

he moved closer, settling between your thighs but you grabbed his face, gently squishing his cheeks like a little boy. “i know with an ego as big as yours it’s hard to say thank you. you should try using your manners once in a while ”

“ stop trying to mess with me, just give me the damn pill.”

“ mmh…asking like that ? surely not. ”

you wedged the drug between the slits of your wet cunt lips. you could feel rafe’s burning gaze on your thighs, but also that this whole situation was turning him on deeply. drugs as much as sex.

he needed that taste again. he was addicted to it. “come on, get your shit.”

and you didn’t need to say it twice, before his mouth was rushed against your pussy, claiming it as his tongue prodding your lips to find the aphrodisiac candy. you moaned at the feeling of him wrecking your dripping cunt, lapping in it through the pill of drugs. you clenched around him, as he slurped into your soppy folds. he slipped it into his mouth, before giving your pussy a strong and heavy lick, while he gripped your left thigh. his nose was big enough to lolling your clit, getting him so ticklish, to gently caressing your skin. the wet tip brushing it. your hips moving at his messy pace. the way he sucked you was just — so good.

you were completely on cloud, the vision of his dirty face buried between your legs, his sweaty bangs ghosting his forehead, his teeths gripping into your cunt, as his tongue circling around your clit, wetness smeared sloppily through his jawline making you even more wet, and getting him hyped by your little and pretty moans that fell into your lips. the slurpy noises of his mouth devouring you in sync with your desperate voice, tongue smacking your bud. you let your hands hold him in a tight hold in his hair, as you lost yourself against him.

your legs were caged above his broad shoulders, while your hips slapped his cheeks harshly. you were sensitive, gurgling and trembling under the weight of his warm tongue as it touched your sensitive spot to the deep, slurping every single drop of juice dripping in and out of your sweet needy cunt. he lapped every corner as a dog, wrapping and curling his breathy lips around your pulsating bud, groaned everytime he feels it tense around him. and jesus — he loved your damn taste.

his breath was warm, fanning over your spreaded slit which was soaked directly on his tongue. his hold was tightened, literally digging into your flesh, as his mouth filled you so well. she looked even bigger in you, getting her way further in your insides. he was so starved, sucking and sucking as your taste was making him feel even more high than drugs. you could literally see stars, and draw them. your vision was blurred as you reached heaven.

his tongue was heavy and slobbery against your dripping pussy, mixed between his own saliva and your own wetness, which made his entire jaw shiny with the mixture. and with that, the ecstacy effect began to build, making the pleasure even stronger and hotter.

the way your body arched as he eaten your pussy like he hadn’t touched anything, licked anything in months.

you had re-slipped a pill to give him even more of an appetite, feeding him like a starving man. you could feel his short cutted grunts against your pussy, as your hips rubbed his face.

your head was spinning, and your stomach was spiraling. it felt so good, but you were so lost. the drugs, the sex, rafe, everything was wonderfully good. why go to heaven when you have everything here?

rafe had never felt so good, he loved cocaine, he cherished this drug that he had broken and which he could no longer live without. but honestly, he liked drugs in general, anything that would make him high and unstable. he needed this to survive.

he sometimes dreamed of being clean, but it was impossible. all this shit was too much — too important for him. when you came in his mouth, releasing all your heavenly juices on his tongue, you blocked his breath by pulling him harder against your soaked and juicy cunt, forcing his throat to gasp, and swallowing everything that came to his cavity.

“ i want to try something with you.” you said in a lower tone, as you reach his pants, his hard and thick dick stretching the fabric.

he followed your gaze to his boner, not aware of what you were talking about, but the way your eyes were fully gawking at it, getting him even more excited, especially with the effect of drugs inside his mind.

“ i want to get high on your cock. doing a line on it…will you let me ? ”

“ you're sick.”

“ well duh, i hang out with you, don’t i?. ”

“ give me that coke, gonna get the line for ya. ” he offered as you handed him the drug.

he couldn't help but sniff the smell of the coke, as his nose was plunged into the white powder, making him even harder.

you can see the volume of his size growing against your eyes. “ can't you stop it, actually ? ”

“ don't be funny. ”

you took down his pants and his boxers. his cock was tense and big, fully erect right in front of your face. he placed the drug in a straight line on his flesh, while you salivated, watching the powder disperse over him.

“ stay still, rafe. ” you gently shouted.

“ do you really think i can control it ? hurry the fuck up. ”

“ don't stress me out. it's my first time doing this. ” you replied as you lowered your face above his stiffened cock, feeling the tense of his body through the hard rock. his curvy tip flopping some precum drop in the air, as your nose pointed toward the drugs.

it was the first time you experimented something like that, and you felt giddy about it. you blocked one of your nostrils before snorting the entire line at once,while rafe held your head during the whole process. his hand gripping tighter in your hair when the coke reached your nose. and you giggled the next second and doing it again just to feel the sensation another time. his dick twitched against your cheeks, tapping your skin with some lazily slaps.

you were about to step back, when he pulled you away by the neck, your hair falling over his grip, and face leaning toward him. “ already done ? don't run away. you gotta clean up your mess first ”

you lapped his cock to get him clean, rolling your tongue over his sensitive length, the fat shaft throbbing over your mouth, as your saliva soaked him. .

you were high — mouth licking innocent with stoned-looking filled with dizzy eyes. you needed more. but the moment you were about to talk, rafe came between your lips, spurting his warm loads inside you.

“ you wanted a thank you ? here it is. now we're done. ”

“ we all know that you will come back to me. ”

“ babe.” he cutted. “ you wish i came back for you’, but we all know why i came back. ”

“ pretend to not like it if you want, but don't forget to say my name when my taste will still drip from your mouth while you're kissing others. ”

“ glad that you're aware that you're not the only one. now, i'm leaving. don't call me. ”

“ don't need to call you when you will be at my door like a dog. ”

“ do i really have to put my dick in that mouth to shut you up ? or you gonna be a big girl and do it alone ? ”

“ oh oh. seems like you’re just looking for an excuse to do it, but your dick isn’t big enough to keep me quiet.”

“ not big enough ? ” he repeated with a smirk. “ keep talking, sweetheart before i'm gonna stretch that mouth open to death with that not-big-enough dick. ” he came closer, towering you with his height “ glad that you love yapping because after that, i can promise you that you will have something to talk for the entire year. now open that mouth. bigger. want to be a whore ? then make daddy fit in. ”

[tsunaso]

"WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO SERVE"

pairing. Slave!Suguru Geto x Top!Curse user!male reader

synopsis. m/n is involved in human trafficking, and suguru falls into his hands. — 2.1k

warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dead dove, dubcon, human trafficking, slavery, physical restraint, manipulation, exploitation, dark themes, power imbalance.

The auction floor reeked of desperation and fear. Beneath the glamour and riches of bidders, soft sobs and whispered prayers filled the air, a background noise no one paid attention to. 

Suguru Geto sat in silence, his long black hair hanging in tangled strands over his face. His hands were cuffed in front of him, his thin wrists rubbed raw by cold steel.

He was no stranger to this process. The handlers would parade him around, push his face toward the crowd, and croon about his “unique” talents.

They’d remind the buyers of how rare he was—"One of the few sorcerers in captivity,” they’d say. “A handsome one, too. Imagine the possibilities!”

He bit the inside of his cheek as he stood, forcing himself to stay still as rough hands grabbed his chin, tilting his face toward the light. 

He caught glimpses of the bidders—men and women seated in shadows, their faces obscured by masks or veils. He’d learned long ago not to meet their gazes. It only made things worse.

“Fifty million,” someone called from the crowd.

“Sixty,” another countered.

The numbers climbed higher. Suguru’s stomach churned, but his expression remained blank. The money didn’t matter to him. It never had. No amount of wealth could change the fact that his life was no longer his own.

Then a voice cut through the din, smooth and commanding, “One hundred million.”

The room fell silent. Suguru’s head lifted ever so slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he tried to find the source. A figure stood near the back of the room, dressed in sleek black. 

You didn’t bother hiding your face like the others. Why would you? The confidence in your posture, the weight of your gaze, made it clear you had no reason to fear anyone here.

The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then slammed the gavel down with finality. “Sold!”

Suguru’s shoulders stiffened. His fate had been sealed once again.

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You didn’t speak to him until you were alone.

The holding cell where he’d been delivered was cleaner than most—if only marginally. A single cot, a sink, and a mirror bolted to the wall were all it offered. Suguru sat on the cot, his hands still bound, as he listened to your measured footsteps approach.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind you. You took a moment to survey him, your sharp gaze sweeping over his thin frame and dirt-streaked face.

“You’re skinnier than I expected,” you said at last, your tone almost conversational.

Suguru didn’t respond. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor.

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” you continued, crouching in front of him. Your voice softened, but there was an edge to it—a predator’s patience. “But you’re not broken. Not yet.”

His jaw tightened.

You reached out, and for a moment, he thought you were going to strike him. Instead, your fingers brushed his chin, tilting his face upward until his eyes met yours.

“Do you know why I bought you?” you asked.

When he didn’t answer, your grip tightened, your thumb pressing against his jaw. “Answer me.”

“…Because you can,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You smiled faintly, though there was no kindness in it. “That’s part of it. But the real reason is your potential. You’re not like the others. You’re… special.”

Something in your tone made his stomach twist.

“I’ve seen what you can do,” you continued, releasing him and standing to your full height. “Swallowing curses? That’s quite the party trick. Dangerous, too, if you don’t know what you’re doing. But don’t worry—I’ll teach you. I’ll show you how to control it.”

He frowned, his brows furrowing. “Why? What do you want from me?”

You chuckled, the sound low and rich. “You’ll see soon enough. But for now…” You reached into your pocket, pulling out a key. “Let’s get those cuffs off.”

The sudden gesture of “kindness” threw him off guard. He flinched slightly as you stepped closer, but you only unlocked the cuffs, letting them fall to the floor with a heavy clink.

“There,” you said, stepping back. “Better, isn’t it?”

Suguru rubbed his wrists, his gaze wary. He didn’t trust you—he couldn’t. But for the first time in years, he felt the faintest flicker of… something. Not hope, exactly. More like curiosity.

　　　　　　　　　୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Over the next few months, Suguru learned to navigate the strange, suffocating dynamic the two of them shared created. You were cruel but patient, demanding but generous. You pushed him hard, forcing him to confront the creatures that haunted him, but you also gave him food, clothing, and a bed that didn’t smell like rot.

At first, he fought you—quietly, subtly, but it was resistance all the same. He avoided your gaze, answered your commands with silence, and clung to the scraps of defiance he had left. But you were patient. You didn’t need to break him quickly.

One night, after a gruelling session, you found him sitting in the training room, his back against the wall, his head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his dark hair sticking to his sweat-damp skin.

“You’re improving,” you said, stepping into the room.

He didn’t look at you, but you saw the tension in his shoulders.

“You’ve come a long way,” you continued, crouching in front of him. “But you’re still holding back.”

“I’m not—”

“You are,” you interrupted, your voice firm. “You’re afraid of your own power. Afraid of what it means.”

You reached out, your hand settling on his shoulder. He stiffened beneath your touch, but he didn’t pull away.

“But that’s why you have me,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against his collarbone. “To guide you. To take care of you.”

His breath hitched, and you didn’t miss the way his body leaned ever so slightly toward yours, like a moth drawn to a flame.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Suguru,” you murmured, your voice low and steady. “Not with me.”

For a moment, he let himself believe you.

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The tension between you came to a head one evening as you sat together in your private quarters. The room was warm, the fire casting flickering shadows on the walls. Suguru sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands resting on his knees, his posture stiff but his gaze distant.

You watched him for a long moment before speaking. “Do you know why I haven’t sold you yet?”

He blinked, startled by the question.

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees. “Because I see something in you. Something no one else ever has.”

His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face.

“You think you’re weak,” you continued, your voice softening. “But you’re not. You’re strong, Suguru. Stronger than you realize.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening.

You stood and crossed the room, kneeling in front of him. Your fingers tilted his chin upward, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You’ve given me everything except one thing,” you said, your tone laced with quiet command. “Your trust.”

“I…” His voice faltered, his throat dry.

“Do you trust me, Suguru?” you asked, your thumb brushing against his jaw.

His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He wanted to say no, to push you away, but the words wouldn’t come.

You smiled faintly, your hand sliding down to rest against his chest. “Good boy,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his.

His breath hitched, his body betraying him as he leaned into your touch, his resolve crumbling under the weight of your presence.

And when your lips met his, he didn’t pull away.

For a moment, he lets himself sink into the sensation of your lips pressed up against his. But that feeling is fragile and fleeting, cracked the moment your hand slid lower, resting just above his waist. Suguru’s breathing faltered, his dark eyes snapping to yours, wide and uncertain.

“What are you—”

“You’ve come so far, Suguru,” you murmured, cutting him off as your thumb brushed the sensitive curve of his hipbone. “But there’s still more I need to take from you.”

His chest tightened, his pulse pounding in his ears. “You—”

“Shh,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding, your other hand pressing firmly against his shoulder to hold him in place. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

Suguru’s fingers twitched against the floor, his body stiff beneath your touch. He wanted to resist, to push you away, but his limbs felt heavy, sluggish. 

You’d spent months unravelling his defences, picking apart the walls he’d built to protect himself, and now, in this moment, he realized he had nothing left to fight with.

Your lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, a teasing, fleeting touch that made him shiver. “You’re mine, Suguru,” you said, your breath warm against his skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it.”

He shook his head weakly, his jaw clenching in defiance. But when your hand slipped beneath his shirt, your fingers splaying across the hard planes of his stomach and the softness of his plush chest, he couldn’t suppress the quiet gasp that escaped him.

“Say it,” you repeated, your tone sharper now, your grip firm as you pulled him closer.

“I’m…” His voice cracked, his throat dry as shame and reluctant desire churned in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to meet your gaze as the words slipped from his lips in a broken whisper. “I’m yours.”

The smirk that curved your lips was triumphant, your hand trailing higher to press against his racing heart. “Good boy,” you murmured, the praise dripping with satisfaction. “You’re finally starting to understand.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his head tilting back against the wall as you leaned over him, your weight pressing him into the hard floor. His body was tense, his fingers curling into fists at his sides, but he didn’t pull away as your lips found his neck.

You kissed him softly at first, your mouth warm and insistent as it moved along his skin. But when your teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below his ear, he couldn’t stop the quiet sound that escaped him—a low, shaky moan that made your grin widen.

“That’s it,” you murmured, your hands sliding lower to hook into the waistband of his pants. “No more fighting. No more pretending. Just let me have you.”

His breath hitched as you tugged the fabric down, the cool air brushing against his flushed cock. He bit his lip, his face burning with shame as you pressed closer, your hands mapping every inch of his trembling body.

“You’re beautiful like this,” you said softly, your tone laced with both affection and possession. “Completely mine. Doesn’t it feel good to give in?”

Suguru didn’t answer, his breath hitching as your hand wrapped around his embarrassingly hard cock, your touch firm and deliberate. His body betrayed him completely now, his hips jerking into your hand as his resolve crumbled.

“Look at me,” you commanded, your voice sharp enough to cut through the haze clouding his mind.

He hesitated, his eyes flickering with defiance even as his body obeyed, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“There you are,” you murmured, your smirk softening into something almost gentle. “Good boy.”

Your praise sent a shiver down his spine, his body trembling beneath your touch as you stroked him with practiced ease. His breaths came in short, uneven bursts, his head falling back against the floor as heat coiled low in his stomach.

“You’re perfect like this,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his in a teasing, fleeting kiss. “So sweet. So obedient. And all mine.”

He wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate himself. But as your hand moved faster, pulling him closer to the edge, he couldn’t think about anything else—couldn’t feel anything but the urge to cum into your warm sticky hand, the weight of your gaze pressing down on him until he couldn’t breathe.

When he finally broke, his release spilling over your hand in hot, shuddering waves, you caught his gasp with your mouth, swallowing the sound as you kissed him deeply. His body sagged beneath you, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as the tension bled from his limbs.

You pulled back slightly, your lips curved in a satisfied smile as you brushed a strand of hair from his sweat-damp face. “What a privilege it is to serve, isn’t it?”

Suguru’s eyes fluttered shut, his body trembling as he let your words wash over him, too exhausted—too defeated—to respond.

[theoszl]

౨ৎ ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Day one know I been b ad uh

[princessbrunette]

Rewatching season one and thinking about the scene where Wheezie walks in and Rafe quickly flips over his innapropriate magazine out of respect. Imagine him doing the same for deer!reader but because he doesn’t want to taint her innocence

waaaait why are you kind of a genius 🙂‍↕️ i see this as neighbour!rafe with deer!reader and it’s not because he doesn’t wanna taint her innocence, it’s kind of just a knee jerk reaction because he doesn’t want the hot neighbour to see his porn magazines 😒

you come skipping over, rafe barely noticing until you’re virtually right infront of him due to the marijuana clouding his brain. his hand shoots out, flipping the magazines before running a bashful hand through his floppy hair.

“wha’s that?” you hum before you even get to greet him.

“dont worry, alright - why’re you over here anyway?” he drawls, inwardly wondering why his first reaction was to be rude to you. perhaps he’s simply irritated that he got caught.

“was looking for my parents because they’re not home. thought they might be here.” you shrug one shoulder, and he nods slowly, taking a huff from his bong. you stare over the porch, looking into the distance to see if you could see them, or anyone for that matter — as you weren’t so keen on being caught with rafe whilst he’s smoking weed. it didn’t really go with your image.

“y’want some? or….” he coughs, and you turn to blink at him.

“oh, um…” you swallow, overthinking the whole thing. you knew you’d sound deathly uncool. “i don’t smoke.”

rafe wets his lips, nodding exaggeratedly as if to silently say ‘of course.’ before putting it aside. “yeah, uh… good. shits bad for you. you— you know drugs in general just fuck everything up. they ruin lives, man they — they just take everything…i mean, shit.” he rants, growing increasingly more irritated with seemingly no one by the second. at the end of his mini rage, he slams his fist into the soft arm of the porch seat he reclines on, making you widen your eyes slightly.

“yes… that’s what they told us during the anti drug assemblies at school.” you converse, awkwardly wiping your hands down the sides of your plaid dress. you knew rafe enough now to not be so deathly shy, but that didn’t rid you of your social anxiety.

“hah…yeah. shit, i forget we went to the same school. i probably walked right by you, huh.” he calms almost immediately, in the stereotypical unpredictable rafe cameron way. he did walk right past you. many times. you nod, saying nothing at all as to not give yourself away before craning to look behind you at your exit.

“okay. well… if my parents aren’t here i should head home. they’ll probably be there soon anyway.” you glance at your shoes as rafe stands, nodding casually.

“yeah…yeah.”

you go to walk down the porch steps, but stop— feeling a wave of bravery, and turn to look at him over your shoulder, adjusting the tote bag that hangs from it. “oh… and you shouldn’t read those pornographic magazines. they’re objectifying and damaging to women.” you try to hold your chin high, but feel your face get hot. he leans against the porch balcony, seemingly unbothered as you continue walking away.

“yeah well the women in these magazines are gettin’ paid a shit tonne of money so i wouldn’t worry ‘bout them alright?” he calls out carelessly as you disappear away further, before turning his back and sighing, hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “shhhit.” he whispers, to no one but himself.

[heavenurl]

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[meazalykov]

car girl

jill roord x reader

the dutch needs her car fixed, and luckily she found the perfect person to do it for her

warnings: there might be incorrect information about cars on here, since I am not a mechanic. I had to do some research for this one <3

the air smells of oil and warm rubber, the scent of your garage always lingering on your skin no matter how many showers you take. 

the radio hums in the background, some soft rock playing through the speakers as you apply a smooth layer of tint onto a customer’s car windows, your movements precise and careful. 

your blue levi overalls are already stained with grease from an earlier job, but you do not care. it is part of the work, part of who you are. its come with the job i guess.   

your hair is tied up in a sleek ponytail, keeping it out of your face as you concentrate. your hands, skilled and steady, press the tint firmly onto the glass, smoothing out any bubbles with practiced ease. 

just as you are finishing up, the sound of a car pulling into the lot catches your attention. you glance up, wiping your hands on a rag, and immediately recognize the blue-gray mercedes. 

vivianne.  

she steps out of the driver’s seat, stretching slightly before shutting the door. the footballer’s blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she is dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. 

it is not vivianne who captures your attention…it is the brunette stepping out of the passenger seat.  

she is tall, with piercing eyes that sweep over your garage like she is taking it all in. the woman’s posture is relaxed but confident, and she carries herself with the kind of ease that tells you she knows she is attractive. this could be a good or a bad thing but you do not know yet.

your eyes briefly drop to her toned arms, the way her fitted top clings to her, before you look away.  

vivianne smirks, immediately picking up on where your attention went.  

“y/n,” she calls, walking over. 

“this is jill.”  

you wipe your hands on your overalls again before offering jill a nod. 

“nice to meet you.”  

jill’s lips curve into a smirk. 

“i’ve heard about you,” she says, voice smooth. 

“didn’t expect you to be this—” she pauses, her eyes dragging over you shamelessly, “—fine.”  

vivianne groans. 

“jill, for fuck’s sake!”  

you let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow. 

“this how you always introduce yourself?”  

“only when the person is worth it.” jill grins.  

vivianne rolls her eyes. 

“anyway, we came here to you because jill’s got some issues with her car. i figured i’d bring her to the best.”  

you tilt your head, glancing toward the sleek black audi parked next to vivianne’s car. 

“what’s the issue?”  

“been overheating like crazy,” jill says. 

“i barely made it to training yesterday without it acting up.”  

you nod, already suspecting the problem. 

“bring it into the garage. i’ll take a look.”  

jill drives it in while you grab your tools, pulling on a pair of gloves before popping the hood open. steam hisses out, confirming your suspicions. vivianne and jill stand off to the side, watching as you move with confidence, checking each component. 

jill’s eyes never leave you.  

“it’s your radiator,” you finally say, pulling off your gloves. 

“it’s in bad shape. you’ll need a replacement.”  

jill sighs, running a hand through her hair. 

“great. how long’s that gonna take?”  

“a few hours,” you answer. 

“depends on how cooperative your car wants to be.”  

vivianne groans dramatically. 

“i was hoping we could go somewhere.”  

“you still can,” you tell her. 

“i’ve got this.”  

jill smirks. 

“you sure? wouldn’t want to leave you here all alone.”  

you huff a laugh, shaking your head. 

“i’ll be fine. go grab some food or something.”  

vivianne and jill exchange a look before jill shrugs. 

“guess we’ll be back later, then.”  

as they leave, jill casts one last glance over her shoulder, her smirk widening when she catches you looking. you shake your head, turning back to the car, but you cannot help the small smile that tugs at your lips. 

a few hours later, just as you are tightening the last bolt, the sound of footsteps echoes through the garage. you glance up, expecting to see vivianne and jill together, but it is just jill.  

“viv went home,” the dutch woman says, leaning against the nearby tool bench. 

“said she was tired. figured i’d come pick up my car myself.”  

“convenient,” you muse, wiping your hands again.  

jill grins. 

“very.”  

you pull off your gloves, tossing them onto the workbench. 

“your car’s good to go. radiator’s replaced, and i checked your coolant levels too. shouldn’t give you any more trouble.”  

jill nods, taking out her wallet. she pays without hesitation, but instead of just handing you the money, she also slides a small card across the counter.  

you pick it up, frowning slightly. 

“what’s this?”  

“my number,” jill says simply.  

you blink, glancing at the card, then back at her. 

“you need me to check your car again or…?”  

jill laughs, shaking her head. 

“no. i want you to take me out.”  

your eyebrows shoot up. 

“oh.”  

“yeah,” she continues, crossing her arms. 

“figured since you’re single and all, i should take my chance.”  

you huff a small laugh, shaking your head. 

“oh my days…vivianne told you, huh?”  

“yup.”  

you exhale, staring at the card for a moment before slipping it into your pocket. 

“alright, jill.” you meet her gaze, a smirk playing on your lips. 

“guess i’ll be seeing you soon.”  

jill grins. 

“can’t wait.”  

with that, she gets into her car, starts the engine, and pulls out of the garage.

you let out a breath, running a hand through your hair as you watch her leave. 

maybe working late was not such a bad thing after all.

masterlist

[thequeenofcurses]

against the window

summary: eren x fem reader smut with some fluff (kinda) at the end bc he thinks he hurt you wk: 1k

the clear glass window eren had you pressed up against was chilling, but the heat of him pumping his cock into you from behind balanced you out.

“you’re so damn sexy,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he pumped in and out of you.

he turned you, wanting to see your face. his arms and chest flexed when he picked you up. your back was elevated against the window, with your legs now wrapped around his hips. he bounced you up and down on his length, each time nearly reaching your womb. your arms found their home around his neck. he fucked you so rough and mean, but kissed you in-between your bounces so sweetly.

eren wanted to get behind you again, so he begrudgingly put you down. never pulling out of you, lest he miss your connection, he flips you till you're facing the window and your breasts are mashed against it. he kisses your neck from behind and gives it some bites “i can’t get enough of you,”  he admits.

his cock is assaulting your pussy. thrusting in and out, like it’s suffocating, and the only way for it to breathe was inside you. and eren technically was suffocating. he would breathe in your scent. god, you were so intoxicating to him. the only way for eren to not completely drown right now was by pumping his long erect manhood inside of you. eren couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. there was only you. 

“e-eren,” you stuttered out. “you feel so g-good”

eren smirked hearing your praise. he pulled out of you slightly only to slam back inside, his hips bucking into you wildly. “you like that?”

“uh-huh,” you babbled, closing your eyes. “f-fucking me so deep.”

eren’s smile only grew wider hearing your words. they made his cock swell even larger inside you. he firmly gripped your hip while he rutted into you. 

the second you open your eyes, your heart drops to your stomach. levi was walking straight towards your building with hange following behind him.

“oh my god, eren,” you exclaimed. “levi’s coming. hange too. they’ll see us!”

eren poked his head to the side to glance out the window to see just how close they were. he shrugged his shoulders and lifted your left leg up, firmly holding it by your ankle. “let them see,” he whispered into your ear. the possibility of getting caught terrified you, but he was fucking you stupid. 

his hard, long, thrusts into your pussy were unrelenting. he reached down with his other arm, holding you, and rubbed your clit vigorously. “come for me,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

you arch your back, leaning into him, giving him a newer, deeper angle and that sends you over the edge. your tight walls spasm and clamp down onto him like a vice. you’re so, so loud. if these windows weren’t soundproof, levi and hange definitely would have heard you. in spite of you coming down from your high, he’s still bucking into you. thrust. thrust. thrust. 

“i don’t care who sees,” eren claimed. “this pussy is mine. you’re mine.” his words nearly had you shaking. it only takes a few more thrusts until you’re milking all of eren’s seed. he doesn’t stop and slowly fucks his leaking cum back into you. he pumps you full of him and only then, after he’s guaranteed his cum is staying inside you does he actually pull out. he lets go of the tight grip he had on your ankle which is starting to turn red. 

somehow his hair still looks great even though it was a bit disheveled. he looks so beautiful, with only a few hairs out of place on his sweaty head. thankfully (for you!) hange and levi got distracted and turned around before they got close enough to see you guys through the window.

you both back away from the window and head towards the bed, exhaustion starting to take over you. before you can lay down eren glances at your leg and sees the mark he left.

“y/n, did i hurt you?” eren quickly checks your body for anywhere else he could’ve accidentally injured you. his voice was low and urgent. “im sorry.” he found some more red marks along your hips. “im really sorry.”

“it’s okay,” you murmured. you tried to give him a reassuring smile, but the way your hand lightly rubbed your side betrayed your words.

eren’s jaw clenched, his brows knitting together. “don’t say it’s okay if it’s not,” he said, his voice softer now but still weighted with frustration at himself. his hands hovered in the air for a moment like he was unsure whether to touch you again. “where? let me see.”

“eren, it’s nothing. really,” you insisted, “you didn’t mean to—”

“doesn’t matter,” he interrupted, his tone firm, but tinged with regret. “i shouldn’t have…” he trailed off, his hands running through his sweaty hair. something you picked up on that he always does when he’s anxious.

you reached out, gently cupping his face and guiding his eyes back to yours. “hey. i’m fine. i promise. you just surprised me, that’s all.”

his emerald eyes searched your face for any sign of lingering discomfort, his lips pressed into a tight line. “i’ll be more careful,” he said quietly, a vow more to himself than to you.

your thumb brushed against his cheek. “i know you will. i trust you eren.”

“i’d never forgive myself if i hurt you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“you won’t,” you assure him. you lean in to press a kiss to his lips. “and you didn’t. we’re okay.”

for a moment, he held you, his arms wrapping around you in a way that was so protective and grounding all at once. just like when he protects you in his titan form. when he pulls back, the anxiety in his eyes was replaced by something gentler, something only you got to see.

“thank you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “for… putting up with me.”

you laughed softly, a sound that eased the lingering tension in his chest. “i don’t ‘put up’ with you, eren. i love you.”

he gave you a small smile in return “i love you too.”

A/N i dont really know where i was going with this, but i thought about the window scene all day at work and just had to write something

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[j-eongs]

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[kodaswrld]

goth divider set p.2

new creator - requests open - credit me if you use!!

જ⁀➴ credit me please!!

[earthlyangelbby]

More than cookies

Summary: Teaching your crush Eddie to bake cookies turns into something sweeter than anticipated. Could this be the start of something more?

Cw: Fluffy fluff flufferson just a little kissing

2.5k Words

Every week, you bring chocolate chip cookies to the group hangout—a tradition since you started tagging along with Robin about a year ago. Whether it’s a movie night, board games, D&D, or some seasonal get-together, the hangouts usually take place at Eddie’s apartment. Without roommates, his place is the perfect hosting spot.

From the very first evening, you felt welcomed. Meeting Eddie, Nancy, Steve, and Gareth was intimidating at first, but thanks to Robin, they already knew a lot about you. That left you free to mostly observe and get to know them. Eddie’s apartment, especially his cozy living room, quickly became a comfort. With a big couch, a loveseat, beanbag chairs, and plenty of pillows and blankets for movie nights, it was hard not to feel at ease.

You started noticing Eddie more after the first horror movie night. He sat next to you on the couch, and as the scares made you jump and squeal, he instinctively leaned in to check on you. “All good, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

You whispered back with a shy smile, “I’m having fun, just jumpy.”

He smiled and nodded, and from then on, he made a habit of chuckling at your reactions. When you’d jump particularly hard, he’d lean over with a playful grin and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” nudging your shoulder or giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.

Game nights brought more of Eddie’s playful side. He’d jokingly target you, tracking your moves in Monopoly and teasing you about your strategy. “Oh, come on, you love my strategy,” he’d say, nudging your game piece with his. Every casual brush of his arm against yours, every moment he leaned in close, sent your heart racing in ways you couldn’t ignore.

You started arriving early to hangouts, initially because of your type-A personality, but lately, it was just an excuse to get a few moments alone with Eddie. You’d always found him attractive—his big smile, warm brown eyes, and even the way he ate cookies made your heart flutter. To call it a crush would be an understatement.

The way he looked at you and his comments about your cookies had started to feel less polite and more teasing. Every week, Eddie would eat your cookies with a grin that melted you, and every week, he’d say something that left your cheeks burning:

• "If this is what you bring every week, I’m counting the days to the next hangout."

• "Keep this up, and I’ll have to make you my official cookie supplier."

• "I should start bringing my own container to take some home."

• "Sweetheart, I might have to marry you. I can’t live without these."

• "The way you make these cookies makes me curious about what else you’re great at."

Most of his comments were playful, but “what else you’re great at” stuck in your head. What did he mean by that? Whatever it was, you wanted to know. So, you gathered your nerves and invited him to your house—to bake, of course.

 

Eddie made time to come over and learn, which shouldn’t have been a big deal—but it made you nervous. He was about to see your home, a cozy little townhouse you’d inherited from your grandma. Everything was perfectly neat, mostly because you couldn’t bring yourself to change her charming, floral-inspired decor.

You took a deep breath as you prepped the kitchen, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through you. It was just going to be the two of you, and as the clock ticked closer to his arrival, your mind replayed every flirty exchange. The way Eddie smiled at you, that boyish grin lighting up his face as he savored your cookies, always made your cheeks flush.

He had a way of making you feel like a giddy teenager, especially with all the little moments during hangouts—his teasing during games, the lingering looks during movies, and the way he always gravitated toward you when you arrived early. Eddie was curious about you in a way that felt genuine, asking about your week and slipping in subtle, almost shy questions about whether you were seeing anyone.

Then there were the casual touches: a light brush of his arm, a nudge during a game, or his hand grazing yours while passing something. Normally, those things would have made you uncomfortable, but when it was Eddie, they left your skin buzzing and your stomach full of butterflies.

Eddie was in his van, fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel as soft music played in the background. His mind raced as he stared at the road ahead. Okay, Munson, don’t screw this up. She’s a friend—a really good friend. Everyone likes her. Robin says she’s into you. And yeah, she laughs at all your dumb jokes, but… what if this is just about cookies?

He sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. God, she’s so much more than that. Sweet and funny, always bringing those cookies every week. And the way she looks when she smiles… like she doesn’t even know how beautiful she is. How does someone as good as her actually exist? She’s smart, kind, and somehow looks as good as she is. That’s rare. Like lightning-strike rare.

His heart thudded a little harder in his chest at the thought of her. And that laugh... it’s like the best sound in the world. She always laughs when I flirt with her. That’s a good sign, right? Robin said it was. Robin wouldn’t lie about that. Would she?

Eddie’s van pulled into the driveway, and he stared at the little house in front of him. It was sweet and inviting, with blue trim and curtains that reminded him of something out of a storybook. Of course, her house would look like this. Cute, warm, and perfect—just like her.

He flipped down the visor and glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, Munson. Be cool. Be cool. Don’t say anything stupid. Just... bake some cookies and don’t blow it.”

Grabbing the milk and the bowl he’d brought along, Eddie stepped out of the van, straightened his jacket, and made his way to the front door. As he walked up the little path, he couldn’t help but smile. Cookies or not, I’m about to spend the afternoon with the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. That’s enough.

He reached the door, took a deep breath, and knocked, feeling his heart pound in anticipation.

Finally, you heard a knock at the door. You smoothed down your apron, fixed your hair, took a moment to compose yourself, and swung the door open with a bright smile. There he was, looking even cuter than usual, holding a bowl in one hand and a half gallon of milk in the other.

“Ready to make me a cookie making master?” he said, his eyes sparkling.

You laughed nervously, “Cookie master? More like a cookie apprentice!”

He stepped inside and looked around. “Wow, this place is.. cute lots more flowers than I imagined.”

“How often are you imagining my house?” you teased, motioning for him to take a seat at the counter. 

“Just on the whole drive over here,” Eddie laughed.

You pulled out the recipe, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the butterflies in your stomach. “Alright, let’s get started. First, you’ll want to cream the butter and sugars together.”

As you began to demonstrate, you caught him watching you intently. Both his smile and the way he leaned closer made it hard to concentrate. “See? Just like this,” you said, your cheeks warming as he leaned in even more.

“Can I try?” he asked, and you nodded, passing him the wooden spoon. He took over mixing, but not without stealing glances at you. You tried to make your hands look busy, but gave up and stood with your hands behind your back.

“So, what else do you like to make when you’re not saving my sweet tooth?” Eddie asked, looking over at you with genuine curiosity.

“I, um… I enjoy trying new recipes. It’s sort of my thing.” You tried to sound cool, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to think straight.

“Yeah?” He paused, looking serious for a moment. “What do you do when you’re not busy being an amazing cookie supplier?”

“Mostly school,” you replied softly, heart pounding. “And daydream about cute guys who eat my cookies.”

His eyebrows raised slightly, and for a moment, you panicked, realizing what you had just let slip. But a playful smirk appeared on his lips. “Oh really? I’d love to hear more about this ‘cute guy’ you’re daydreaming about.”

You could practically feel the blush creeping up your neck. “Well, he’s sweet, funny, and loves cookies just as much as I do.”

“Lucky guy,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, making your heart race. “I bet he treats you well, huh?”

Before you could respond, you set out the chocolate chips. “Okay, now for the fun part! Let’s add these in.” 

He watched as you poured the chocolate chips into the bowl and then placed a few pieces right next to you on the counter. “I think you need to taste test those,” he said with a wink.

You picked one up and popped it into your mouth, then offered another to him with a grin. “Here, you try! They are the secret to making the cookies perfect.” 

He hesitated for a moment and then took the piece from your fingers, his gaze lingering on yours as he chewed. “Mm so sweet, just like you,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat, and the kitchen suddenly felt a little smaller. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the moment hang between you like a sweet, unspoken confession. “Okay, let’s get back to business!” you said quickly, trying to sidestep the heat in your cheeks.

As you prepared to mix the flour and baking soda, you grinned and said, “But wait, there’s a secret ingredient that takes these cookies to the next level!” You reached for a dark chocolate bar and began chopping it into small pieces.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? More chocolate?”

You nodded, excitement bubbling up. “Yep! Chopped dark chocolate adds a rich depth and makes them extra special. Just wait until you taste them!”

“Nice! I’m all in for extra chocolate,” he said, looking at you with that charming smile again. The way he leaned over the counter to watch you closely made your heart race even more.

As you folded the chopped chocolate into the batter, Eddie's eyes never left you, and the air felt thick as you both worked side by side. You stirred the mixture, stealing glances at him as he concentrated on the process, a slight frown of focus on his lips that made him even more endearing. 

You handed Eddie a spoon and set the baking sheet in front of him. "Alright, cookie apprentice, now we scoop," you said with a grin.

He raised an eyebrow. “This is the big moment, huh? All my training has led to this.”

“Exactly,” you teased. “No pressure, but these scoops determine the success of the entire batch.”

Eddie scooped a dollop of dough onto the sheet and tilted his head. “How’s that for a first try?”

You leaned closer to inspect it, your shoulder brushing his. “Hmm, a little uneven, but not bad. Let me show you the pro technique.”

Grabbing your own spoon, you showed the perfect scoop. “See? Smooth edges, uniform size. It’s an art, really.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder lightly. “So you’re saying I should leave the scooping to you?”

“Not at all!” you shot back, laughing. “You just need practice. Go ahead—try again.”

As he worked on his second scoop, Eddie suddenly dipped his spoon back into the dough and held it out toward you. “Taste test?”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, taking a small bite off the spoon. “Okay, fine. It’s perfect,” you admitted, licking a bit of dough off your lip.

Eddie’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, a playful glint in his eye. “Told you I’d make a great apprentice,” he said, his voice soft but teasing.

Soon, the baking sheet was full, and you slid it into the preheated oven. “Alright, 12 minutes until cookie perfection,” you announced, brushing your hands together.

Eddie leaned back against the counter, watching you with that familiar lazy grin. “So what do we do while we wait? Dance? Play 20 Questions? Or just stare at each other awkwardly?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m voting for not staring awkwardly. How about we clean up a bit?”

As the two of you moved around the kitchen, wiping down counters and washing bowls, the energy between you shifted. The usual teasing felt softer, more intentional. Every brush of his hand against yours, every glance he stole—it all felt charged.

Finally, as you were drying your hands, Eddie stepped closer, his expression unusually serious. “You know,” he began, his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. “For what? Cookies?” you teased nervously.

He shook his head, his lips twitching into a small smile. “No, not cookies. This. Just... being alone with you. I’ve been waiting forever to spend real time with a really pretty girl like you.”

Your breath caught at his words, your cheeks heating. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, his gaze steady. “I don’t think I’ve made it a secret how much I like you. But this—being here, just us—is different. Better.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could overthink it, you said, “I’m glad you’re here, Eddie. I’ve been wanting this too.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Eddie leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I... can I kiss you?”

Your heart raced, but you nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “Yes.”

Eddie's eyes dart from your lips to your eyes then back to your lips and he leans in, his lips brushing yours softly at first, leaving three short burst kisses on your lips. As if he was making sure this was real. He looked at you almost as if he wanted reassurance. You smiled up at him and leaned in. As your lips meld together again, you feel the soft brush of his tongue seeking entry, gently dancing against yours. The sweetness of the chocolate bursts forth as you taste it, mingling with the warmth of his breath. His tongue explores with a mix of urgency and tenderness, igniting a thrilling sensation that sends jolts of electricity through you. The way he tugs you closer only heightens the moment, making each flick and caress feel uniquely intimate. 

The comforting scent of his leather jacket envelops you, grounding you in the heat of the moment. As your tongues intertwine, it creates a beautiful rhythm, an unspoken connection that deepens with every kiss, leaving you breathless and craving more.

Just then, the oven timer dinged, breaking the moment. You both laughed, the sound cutting through the tension like a breath of fresh air.

“Perfect timing,” Eddie said, stepping back but keeping his hand on your waist.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were grinning like teenagers. “You’re really good at that,” you murmured, unable to stop smiling.

Eddie chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “So are you, sweetheart.” You placed your oven mitts on. “Let’s see if these cookies live up to the kiss.” Eddie looked at the tray with a big smile.

“They’d better,” you teased, opening the oven and pulling out the tray. The cookies were golden brown, the chocolate chips melted just enough to glisten.

Eddie grabbed a spatula and carefully transferred a cookie to a plate. “Taste test round two?” he asked, breaking off a piece and holding it out to you.

You took a bite, savoring the gooey chocolate and buttery dough. “Okay, these are pretty amazing,” you admitted.

Eddie took a bite of his own, nodding in agreement. “Not bad for an apprentice, huh?”

“Not bad at all, cookie master,” your smile soft as you met his gaze.

Eddie leaned on the counter. "You know, I’m not even mad if I never get a cookie again, as long as I get to keep kissing you.” 

Thanks so much for reading! Let me know what you thought! :^)

[floralscented]

the file of 𝓭𝓸𝓮!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻.

pouty lips . . . sugary iced lattes . . . baking . . . collecting squishmallows . . . sweetheart . . . romance books . . . big doe eyes . . . weighted blankets . . . pink sunsets . . . white lace . . . gentle rain sounds . . . oversized sweaters . . . decorating . . . journaling . . . hand holding . . . cherry popsicles . . . vanilla scents . . . peach blush !

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ㅤ you've got a match !! ㅤ ─ ♡ ─

clark kent. the pretty, sweet thing that hangs off of his arm like it's a job in of itself. you love him, you adore him, and he'd do anything in the world for you. you're the apple of his eye.

alec mcdowell. polar opposites, you and alec seemed drawn to each other from the beginning. the pessimist to your optimist. the sass to your sweet. you're as complimentary as brown sugar & vanilla.

soldier boy. you were not something that could have been predicted for ben. an innocent little thing that looked at him like he hung the moon? no, ben could never have predicted you, but that didn't mean he was going to just give you up.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ㅤ doe's texts !! ㅤ ─ ♡ ─

to, clark.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 18+ ! ] just a little more. ㅤㅤㅤㅤlightning skies.

to, alec.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤworks in progress . . .

to, ben.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 18+ ! ] her pretty thoughts.

notes. or. something incredibly self indulgent & to force encourage me to write characters i don't / haven't !!

feel free to leave reqs if u wanna i do not have any ideas for this atm besides knowing i wanna do it in between stanford!dean things !! <3

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