#doy x reader

[slytherinshua]

NOMAD AS ROMANCE TROPES

genre. fluff. angst. headcanons. warnings. toxic friends in doy's part. jiwon's is pretty angsty + alcohol mention. slightly angsty in rivr's?? playful bullying in junho's. junho's was written first so it's slightly different than the rest and i'm too lazy to rewrite it to match so just ignore that. not proofread. pairing. nomad x fem!reader (separate). wc. 3.3k. (600-700 per member). request. no. a/n. been cooking this up for a while and i'm pretty happy with how it game out hehe :D (literally just written for @eternalgyu basically cause who else is reading for nomad). net. @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

HONG DOEUI ﾐ ENEMIES TO LOVERS + CONTRACT RELATIONSHIP

“How much are you going to pay me to pretend to be your boyfriend?” Doeui asked with his arms crossed, teasing you with a lift of his eyebrow. He knew he was in the better position, and he revelled in seeing you embarrassed and having to beg for his help. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have lied saying you were dating a guy for over a year now to your friends. And maybe you should have found some other person to fill in, but the truth was, you didn’t know anyone you could ask other than Doeui. Sure, you hated the fact that he knew almost all your secrets, and there were no fond feelings you kept towards the guy. But he knew your boundaries and respected them, unlike other past ‘friends’. Whatever dirt he had on you, he had enough decency to make sure it never spilled past his lips.

“100,000 won per day. Every time you piss me off, a deduction of 20,000. Okay?”

The corner of his lip jumped up, a self-satisfied smirk taking over his features, “Make it 150,000.”

“Deal.”

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

Although you spent 3 days regretting and dreading your decision, on the first day of the contract, Doeui showed up right on time. Instead of his usual zip-up hoodies and beanies, he had adorned a simple cardigan and jeans. His earrings, rings, and chains were all gone, and even his hair was styled neatly. When you questioned him about it, he just gave you a shrug and a slight smile.

“Thought I could sell the act better if I didn’t look like a jerk.”

“Oh, so you admit that you did before?”

“You hated when I dressed like that, and that’s why I did it.” His eyes stared at you as the words fell from his mouth, and something twisted in your chest at the look he gave you.

Something about hearing that he thought about you enough to know about what would make you pissed and what you liked. As stupid as it sounded, no one had given you that much thought before. Even your friends who you got into this contractional mess for didn’t think about you that much. You knew they weren’t good people to hang around. You knew that deep down, they would drop you in half a second if they got tired of you. But you were scared of losing the only people you had in your life, even if they weren’t truly there for you. You didn’t want to be alone. You didn’t want to feel like an outcast again.  

The meeting with your friends went well. They seemed impressed that you could actually pull someone like Doeui. If they knew you were lying, they would definitely drop you in an instant. It took an uncomfortable amount of convincing for them to believe that he was actually in love with you. Kissing him in front of your friends was awkward. 

Not really the kissing part, but the watching. Something about Doeui’s lips felt right. You wished you didn’t have 5 pairs of watchful eyes on you the entire time. You couldn’t memorize the feeling of his skin when you were so aware of the gazes on you two.

A week went by and the same routine stayed. 150,000 left your bank per day, just as you had promised. Each day, you found yourself trying to delay meeting up with your friends, if only to spend just another few minutes alone with Doeui. It was becoming clearer that something had switched. The man who used to piss you off was the very same one who provided you with any comfort. 

He seemed to catch onto you although you had tried to hide it for a while. And when he asked you to tell him the truth, you found yourself spilling all your feelings without a second thought. Your fears, your doubts, your secrets. He knew them all by the end of it. But unlike your fake friends who would’ve surely laughed in your face, he soothed you with a kiss and promises that you knew held a weight you could rely on.

PARK SANGHA ﾐ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

“Remember our first day of middle school?” You ask while staring at the ceiling. The break between each sentence was so quiet you could hear every breath Sangha took. But it was comfortable. Everything felt like home when you were with him.

“Yeah?”

“I was so anxious that you wouldn’t be in the same class section as me. I almost cried looking at the list of names cause I missed yours the first time I looked at it.” You giggled, reminiscing about your childhood.

“You know I’d always find a way to be with you in class.” Sangha stated as a fact, rolling his eyes playfully. He shifted over to his side, cheek squished against the pillow. Your gaze fell to look at him, eyes meeting halfway. You both giggled.

It had been so long since you had a sleepover like this. They were almost every other night during elementary, and still at least once a week during middle school. You were always inseparable. High school was hard on you both, but you got through it together.

“Remember when you forced me to do a scary movie marathon with you on Halloween?” He smiled.

You grinned, “How could I ever forget that? You screamed like a teenage girl and hugged me the entire time.”

“It was scary!”

“It was literally Coraline.” 

“So?! I kept thinking about buttons getting sewn on my eyes.” He shuddered and you let out another laugh, wrapping the blanket tighter over your body. 

It was a bit chilly, and you were ever aware of the heat radiating off of Sangha’s body. It was just slightly too far away for you to benefit from, though. As Sangha continued rambling about horror films and his squeamishness towards the genre, you could only focus on the chill that ran up your spine and how you wish you were wrapped up in his arms instead of the blanket. 

That was weird. You had never wanted to cuddle with Sangha before. Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him, but you barely ever hugged him.

“Are you shivering? I told you to turn up the thermostat.” Sangha laughed, pulling on your arm. “Here, you can leech off of my warmth.”

Your eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around you, the chill immediately fading as you felt his body warmth. You shifted, head resting on his arm like a pillow. His face was close to you, and the blanket comfortably rested over both of you. 

You’d never been this close to him.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, gulping down a nervous lump in your throat. He was so pretty up close. Was he always this pretty?

He was your best friend— you shouldn’t be feeling nervous around him. You grew up with him. But you hadn’t been this close in years, and it was starting to affect you all too quickly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and it had your heart racing a mile a minute.

“Still cold?” 

You shook your head slowly, feeling quite the opposite temperature you had a minute ago. You could feel heat creeping up your neck and spreading to your cheeks. 

“This feels… different.” You mustered your voice, although it still came out in a hesitant whisper.

“Do you not like it?” Sangha questioned, loosening his arms around you.

“No, I like it.” You caught his wrist before he could pull back from you completely, guiding it back to your waist. He breathed out, a smile growing on his lips. 

“I think I like you, you know.” His words were soft and sweet. You could feel the honesty in them. Of course, Sangha would never lie to you. You smiled, and despite your racing heart, you leaned in to press your lips to his. 

It definitely wasn’t what you had originally planned to happen on your first sleepover with your best friend in almost 2 years, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed with the results. He wasn’t just confined to that label anymore either, and now you could proudly call him your boyfriend. 

KIM JIWON ﾐ FALLBACK

Jiwon knew that he was your second choice. Someway or another, there always seemed to be a reason you wouldn’t choose him. He was tired of it. Tired of being thrown around and played with. Tired of being used when you needed it and discarded when you were done. He knew you were bad for him, but he couldn’t find a way to leave you for good.

His heart betrayed him, racing whenever he heard your voice, throwing all logic and sense out the window. He went through the same cycle, convincing himself that he needed to leave you, that you were no good for him. But he always failed. All you had to do was look into his eyes, ask him to stay, and he would. 

It was another one of those nights, where you had crashed at his place after another fight with your ex-boyfriend. You’d probably still choose your ex over him given the choice, wouldn’t you? He wished that he could say he wouldn’t choose staying with you over leaving, but that would be a lie. He was too hung up on the what if’s, dreaming about what could be instead of facing reality. 

He rinsed a washcloth under the sink in the bathroom, making sure the temperature was cold. Wringing it out, he shuffled back to the couch where you were passed out. You had shown up drunk, Jiwon could tell that much, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the armrest. 

He placed the cool cloth on your forehead, adjusting a blanket over your frame with a sigh. What was he doing? Why was he caring for you so gently when you would just leave him when the morning came? He took a seat on the floor beside you, staring at your sleeping face as a million thoughts ran through his head. The answer to his questions stared right at him. He was still too in love with you to let you go. The pain you made him go through was incomparable to the pain of letting you go. He wasn’t strong enough to live his life without you in it.

God, he knew it sounded beyond pathetic. 

You woke up a few hours later. Your earlier headache from the alcohol had subsided. As you sat up slowly, taking in the sight of Jiwon’s apartment, you felt a pang in your chest. You always ended up here when something went wrong. Because you knew Jiwon would make things feel right again. Deep down, you knew it was wrong for you to keep relying on him. What was he even getting in return? 

“You’re awake.” 

Your eyes flicked up to his frame, standing in the kitchen, filling a glass with water. You forced the lump in your throat down as he walked over to you and gave you the glass.

“I’m sorry.” The words fell from your lips before Jiwon could say anything. You looked up to his face, eyes glossy with regret, “To make you have to work so much— I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t.

“He’s not good for you.” Jiwon said, looking at your tired eyes.

“You don’t have to remind me of that.” You whispered quietly, guilt drowning your frame. You sipped the water, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tension that had settled in the room.

“Do you still love him?” 

“I don’t know how to stop loving him.” You said honestly. 

Jiwon's eyes fell. Everything made sense— he understood it all too well. How could he sit there and tell you what to do when he couldn’t even take his own advice? He didn’t know how to stop loving either.

SHIN KANGSU ﾐ RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME

You missed Kangsu. So badly. Every night you spent alone in your bed, surrounded by the empty walls that used to hold memories of him, you missed him more. Your breakup hadn’t ended on bad terms, which, ironically, made everything worse. 

You were just in different stages of life. A relationship wasn’t sustainable in the midst of graduating university and finding your dream career. While you were burdened with the stress of endless choices, Kangsu was struggling with rejection and finding himself. You knew that had you continued your relationship, the turbulence would’ve turned into countless fights and a worse breakup in the end.

But you still believed that Kangsu was the one for you. He felt so right. And you would give anything to have him back now that your life was more stable. You still had his number, although you were afraid to call. You had both promised to cut off contact so you could focus on yourselves. Were you in a good position to ask him to come back? What if he wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t want to? What if he had found someone else?

While you were busy overthinking it, staring at his contact with the old contact photo and heart that you had never deleted from his name, you accidentally pressed the call button. He picked up after the first 2 rings.

“Y/n?”

“Kangsu?” His name felt like deja vu on your tongue. You had repeated it so many times in your head, but saying it out loud brought you back to 3 years ago. 

“Why’d you call?”

You closed your eyes, hearing his soft voice root itself in your head, sure to not leave your mind for the next week. 

“I miss you.” There was no need to lie or pretend like you didn’t. You had always been honest with Kangsu. He never judged you, so there was never a need to conceal yourself or your feelings.

“Really?”

The small lilt in his tone made a flurry of butterflies rush to your stomach. A need to know everything that had happened in his life over the past years invaded your entire body. Before you knew it, you were standing up from your bed and shuffling to put your shoes on.

“Really.”

“Are you free?”

You hummed in affirmation. 

“30 minutes, our spot… Okay?”

“Okay.” You slipped on your coat and opened the front door, hearing similar shuffling from the other side of the phone. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would sound too desperate, but in the end you decided you didn’t care. “I need to see you.” 

There was a pause on Kangsu’s end, as he took in the yearning of your voice. “You’ll see me. I’ll be there, I promise.”

The 30 minutes spent getting to the park that you used to spend every evening at with Kangsu was both fast and slow at the same time. Impatient, anxious, worried, bittersweet; you couldn’t place exactly what you were feeling. You wanted to be back in his arms, the place you craved for years after you broke up. 

You found him sitting on the bench you always sat at, staring at the little bridge running over a small pond. When he saw you, he stood up instantly, eyes glued to your figure. 

He looked different. A good different. You could see the confidence in his face and more wisdom in his eyes. He seemed sure of himself just by the way he held his head on his shoulders. You could tell from just a look that the years apart had been well worth it. He had needed it, and now an even better version of him was facing you.

He pulled you into his arms before you could even run to them, and it all felt the same. His arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you gently. Your perfume hitting his nose, intoxicating his brain with everything he missed about you.

“I missed you.” His earnest words flooded your heart and you buried your head into his chest. Right person, right time.

JEONG JUNHO ﾐ ANNOYANCES TO LOVERS

Junho was always like a splinter in your finger, a pebble in your shoe, or a stitch in your side. Annoying, but never harmful enough to do any real damage. You both messed with each other for your own entertainment, only because he was the oldest friend you knew.

He was easy to play bully when you were younger. He was always shorter than you, with a wimpier frame and a squeakier voice. As six year olds, your harmless bickering and teasing never cut too deep. You’d make fun of each other’s toys in elementary school, or your outfits in middle. You groaned in annoyance whenever you were paired together for projects, spending the whole time bickering and ending up getting a low grade for it. 

By high school, you teased each other for getting a low score on a test, competing to see who would place lower in the class ranking (not that either of you were in the running for the top spots). But you both still ended up sitting together in the canteen when you found yourself friendless the first week. Junho was the only familiar person around you, despite the less than friendly dynamic you shared. While you certainly still bickered and annoyed each other, you could barely throw the low blows you used to. 

Puberty had hit Junho like a truck, gracing him with a tall muscular figure, and a much deeper voice. You could truthfully only admire how he had come into his own. But that didn’t mean you would stop getting a reaction out of him, although you couldn’t ignore how a certain fondness was starting to grow in your heart for him.

When you joined the soccer team, he showed up to practice to laugh whenever you tripped over your own two feet, only for him to be the same person to walk you to the nurse’s office. When he joined musical theater, you made fun of him whenever he was off-key, only to bring him flowers after his first show as the lead role. 

Your quick comebacks to his every teasing remark was a sense of familiarity that he didn’t want to lose. When feelings got into the mix with your regular banter was something neither you or Junho could pinpoint. What you did know is at some point, your eye rolls held all the fondness in the world and your playful smacks on the shoulder were a bit softer than usual. At some point, a sense of pride flooded your body when you looked at Junho and his accomplishments, and you started to voice how proud you were of him.

Whether small pats on the shoulder or tousling his hair (if you could reach), the message seemed to get across to him. The boy you had known since you were little had grown into the man you wanted to be beside you for the rest of your life. Him asking you out officially one late night on a walk surprised neither of you. You knew the feelings had been mutual for a while.

The shift to dating was natural as well. Maybe you were both a bit more caring and attentive than before. You were no longer too shy to hold his hand whenever you wanted (nor did you dismiss the thought whenever it came up, under the delusion that you could never like someone as annoying as Junho). He no longer debated whether bending down to kiss you was overstepping the boundaries of friendship (he had long since lost the war of fighting how much he adored you). But poking fun at each other would always be your love language, and that was a reality you were both more than content with. 

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,, @hursheys

[eternalgyu]

bf texts with nomad !!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack ig a little suggestive if u squint

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: guys I love nomad sm AAAAA LIKE MY BABIES also these r for @slytherinshua BCUZ zanna has been feeding my brainrot to the max.

hong doeui

park sangha

kim jiwon

shin kangsu

jeong junho

[n0madsbase]

Imagine late night drives with Doy, holding hands and talking about the future>>>

Late Nights

Pairing: Doy x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: established relationship, kissing 😱

W/C: 520

A/N: requested by anon, you can send any request you want and i’ll try write it for you

Late nights like these were my favourite, just driving around with Doy, enjoying the peace and quiet of the evening. The streets were mostly filled with college students probably enjoying a night out drinking with friends, and the air was cool with the scent of summer. It's just the two of you, no distractions, and no rush to get anywhere...

It's the perfect environment to spend time together, to talk and to truly appreciate each other's presence. Doy is driving, but he still has one hand on my leg, and he's not afraid to gently squeeze when he wants to get my attention

I reach for his hand on my thigh and intertwine our hands together, Doy then brings my hand up to his lips delicately placing a kiss on the back of my hand

“I just love this” I speak up while looking towards doy admiring him silently

He turns his head to look at me before turning his head back towards the road. “Love what?”

“Just this feeling- you know what i’m trying to say doy?” I stifle the giggle that wants to come out

“I can, just teasing you pup” The car comes to a halt at a red light and Doy turns his head to look to me and I can see the look of pure love in his eyes

“I could just do this forever” I relax my head on the headrest of the passenger seat and close my eyes and hear some rustling, I then feel a quick peck to my cheek before I reopen my eyes to look at Doy

“What, driving on the road or?” I give him a look to stop playing because he knew what I meant “Just kidding pup I know what you mean I could see us still doing this in the future, do you think you’ll still not be sick of me by then?”

“I could never be sick of you hong doeui”

“Well I hope your not, we won’t want our kids to think that you don’t like their dad” Doy says smiling teasingly

“Our kids?!” I questioned him, “Yea our kids we’re gonna have 10 kids, 5 sons and 5 dau-“, “TEN!!?”

“Yea ten kids” he begins to laugh, “You know i'm just teasing you pup”

“You’re sooo funny that I forgot to laugh hong doeui” I reply back sarcastically

“Ouch pup, the full government name” he raises his hand that’s still holding mine to his heart

There’s a few beats of a comforting silence before he starts talking again

“But in all seriousness, if you’re not in my future I don’t know what I would do”

“You’re so down bad Doy-“, “And I don’t care at all if I am- at least I embrace that I’m down bad for you pup” we both lightly laugh before calming down

Doy turns his head and smiles at me once more before he turns his head back to the road again and we return to our peaceful atmosphere we have through our quiet moments during our car rides

[strawberryscentedd]

POV: you're in love w Doy of NOMAD

[alohajun]

might start posting again, testing tags

[kvntsugi]

forinthry

the music was revving up for a drop as the club music was banging. the familiar girl in front of me with her hands on her knees throwing it back like no tomorrow, no care in the world when she turned her head back. eyes locked onto mine with his tongue swiping against her lips in a seductive manner that pulled me in closer.

her skirt was so hiked up her thighs you could practically see up it from the floor below, everyone was just focused on their own things. body shaped like an hourglass, hips swaying from side to side with my cock practically against her. the girl with pigtails kept grinding against my lower halves without a care in the world. dropping lower and lower and letting that thing pop with how much friction there was between her and i.

what to do and what to grab. my hands surfaced against her ass and trying to find whatever to find a shelter for my palms. with each sound of the beat her ass pushed further back into me, unable to hold in much any longer and taking the next step to pull her skirt up and above her waist. seeing a full spectacle of her plump rear and admiring how her thong disappeared between her cheeks. practically only seeing the strings that kept them connected into one.

the music got louder and so did her movements, my cock growing harder by the second and fighting to break free from the sheathe of the slacks i wore. a few smacks came about and marking her pretty skin up, things only became intensified as the bpm picked up from the surround sound.

her hands going against the railing the stood between them and falling to the lower levels, grabbing whatever deemed to be in her way. i was admiring her all evening - unable to do much any longer (with the publics eye on me), it was time to make a move. an even larger one. something to remember this by.

aiding my dominant hand with it creeping up her spine and collecting both ends of her pig-tails together in one. tugging at the silky-sweaty hair to force the girl back up. staring at her orbs with such intensity, the sexual tension rising between myself and her grow longer than my cock.

from between my legs and her suggestive looks, her delicate arms going towards my clothed core and groping it to cope a feel. it was like 'you've had your fun - now its my turn' kind of deal.

pre-cum must have leaked out of my from everything that added up. a culmination between my legs that was about to erupt but i had to keep it in. just for a bit longer. a smidge more before it got rewarded after this long night.

her actions made me feel a tad lightheaded but i wasn't unhappy. my eyes went towards her finger that she raised up, wagging it over as if i were some animal -- and you know what? i wasn't going to complain about this. mimicking the look of a banana with the corner of my cheeks couldn't go much higher and trying to hide it to a smirk. eyes forming crescents with pupils dilating into fiery balls of lust.

step by step, her bubbly ass swayed with each step she took and following her like the obedient pet i became in that moment. getting to the nearest bathroom with how rachet and grotesque it was. no line though, so no complaints there as there was with the usual clubbing activities.

sweating, attractive. and clearly horny.

without a moments rest, the girl fell to her knees in front of me and unzipped my slacks. my raging manhood had a life of its own and sprung free from its confinement. she took me into her little mouth. eyes rolling to the back of my head, groaning in surprise and in pleasure. back leaned against the door and felt myself on cloud nine with how surreal everything was. the music was muffled but still roaring like it matched the beating of my heart and fighting the urge to close my eyes. i needed to see how ideal she was being. how gorgeous the girl on her knees truly was. holding back as i wanted this night to last for an eternity.

instinctively, blame the male hormones i shoved my cock down her throat and choking her. deep throating her mouth and pulling the girl's locks. in and out, back and forth. jamming my girthy length inside of her mouth and holding it in there.

her wet muscle on the underside of my cock made me groan out more, unable to see the girl on her knees anymore as my eyes became shut. darkness enveloped over me as she was making suffocating noises as if she needed to be freed. continuing to hold for a few more knowing she could probably take it.

"oh my god -- doi…" i croaked out before my hands let out and letting the girl gasp for air. eyes shut for a few more minutes to catch my breath and before i knew it - her top was off. exposing the large bosoms she covered her large chest. two fully endowed and beautifully developed breasts. whatever she was eating and god bless her soul for having something so gorgeous.

she pressed her titties forward until they were wrapped around my cock completely. soft and tender, like another home for my cock. it was safe and soft, like they were made just for me, as if her cleavage was specifically designed as a cuddle for my groin. with her hands she pushed her boobs closer together, making her cleavage even more lush and soft and then she started to move. as if this wasn't already bliss she just added more on top of it. she was fucking me all too well.

my mouth stayed agape. not having to do much and i just looked down at her cleavage. softly panting and letting out a moan with every ministration she did. she threw herself completely into this, it all felt so natural, so absolutely necessary. his cock needed this, her tits needed this.

she kept fucking me with her titties, she was definitely enjoying feeling my shaft as she kept moving her tits up and down with a wet spot of pre-cum slipping onto her skin as if it wasn't obvious enough. like a second-hand lube.

my breathing become more and more irregular, "fuck, yes…." i mumbled out, more explicatives and whatnot following suit with my body becoming a ticking time bomb.

small kitten-like licks being incorporated in with each bob my cock came up to her mouth. "yeah? you gonna cum for me, daddy?"

my breath stopped, letting out a loud moan as i came. my voice sounded like it roared in the bathroom and resonated louder than any edm or club music could ever be. her soft and relaxing voice letting me ooze out cum and having my body tighten up with pleasure. my cum spraying all over her boobs, warm wet spots all over doi's perfect skin

doi's long and frail finger scooped up some of the white gunk i just shot out, my eyes were a waning crescent after blowing my load. the wind knocked out of me and trying to catch any semblance of breath that i had prior with her before all of this.

i forgot about how sleazy everything was. coming from a nightclub, or cumming in one - i should say. truly stupendous but never being one to stop my horniness. i was expecting the girl to change her mind and stop, but the more i came to the more she was willing to do. the real rush hit me when the girl stood up after being on her knees for so long. showing her completely shaved pussy and her fat lips from underneath ate the thin line of string from her thong. she knew from experience with whomever else that i would go crazy all night thinking about that tight little body that was barely concealed from view. but for right now - it was all on display for me. all mine to use.

the girl turned around and held onto the ceramic material of the toilet. standing behind her as she was all prepped and ready for me. all ready for the taking and mimicing the same motions we had as if we were back on the dance floor. small sways from side to side, grinding against one another. my crotch back into her soft ass. she would push back against me and rub herself up and down against my cock. slyly slipping my hand down and back up to touch her smooth bare ass, or sliding my hand over between her breasts to get a feel of how large they truly were - and they didn't disappoint. it felt all the better and like i was in a dream.

my cock slid between her luscious thighs and feeling instant wetness begin to form and lather it up, as if her lips didn't do that enough already. her pussy had left a string of aroused juices and my cock was just the next target for it to latch onto.

"ah..ahh…ahh…" she breathed out quietly, her ass bounced off from the thigh job with her hips slowly pivoting. her head turned over to me with pleading doe-like eyes as if she were begging to get fucked.

"hurry…" she whispered.

"god, fuck, doi." speaking out with exasperation. with what this was - incredibly dangerous. not knowing how loud she could be, or if the banging sounds of music could drown out the sound. not faltering no longer and immediately moving in. her soaking wet pussy was waiting for me. pressing my tip against her pussy, as soon as the first few parts of my skin entered the entire thing began to slide in with one easy push.

"mm -- " her voice felt so divine. i was like a conductor leading an orchestra and before she knew it, she quieted her voice.

my knees grew weak despite using the majority of my strength to keep it upright. inch by inch, second by second more of it disappeared like a trick. the moist warmth of her pussy felt especially amazing on my cock, and at first, i just held it inside of her and enjoyed the sensation. if her tits were made for him - her insides definitely were. molded to perfection. she turned to look back at me, all her features aside from her eyes hidden by the sweaty mask of her hair covering up those puppy eyes. you could still see through the space between them. they were wide. begging for it. my lips were agape and i could only just nod in agreement. grabbing her hips and began to thrust into her pussy.

one of her hands went up to support her strength against the wall, the other went towards her mouth and trying to cover up whatever moans trickled out from her small mouth. small sounds illiciting from her orifice with my hand reaching out for her pigtails to help support her weight. nothing like giving it a tug as a faux leash as i kept slamming into her ass and hearing that all to reminiscent clapping sound.

as the night poured on my care for secrecy went lower and lower. if i had been going slow there may have been an excuse to give some guy waiting in line. but there was no mistake to what we were doing. ramming my hips into her fat ass at full speed. luckily, and thank god for it. the music absorbing the wet, slippery noises as my cock stretched out her pussy.

"yes daddy - yes, yes yes!" her voice followed suit. her voice overcoming the makeshift muffler she had once before as her eyes kept glaring at me. her hair waving back and forth into my eyes with each thrust i did onto her. the sheer act of her doing that was enough to develop myself more into it. making myself thrust harder and harder, yanking ont oher hair harder with some animalistic instinct. each thrust made my hips crash against hers. all the while her pussy gripped onto my cock so tightly and making it feel like my very last. and it was.

quietly groaning at the rougher-than-usual thrust, as i rolled my cock into her again and again, the sensation of what felt like tons of cum came pouring out and inside of her. spurts of hot white gunk escaping my system and into hers. the warm sensation of her pussy and my cock ran through my entire body, and even if i finished i didn't want it to end. i only pulled out when there was nothing left and the strength oozed out of my system. the girl stood up straight and eased into me.

"wow.." she spoke out as she patted away some of the sweat off of her forehead. straightening her outfit and making it seem less slutty than before was quite the task but she looked less scruffy than before, i guess? despite still being alone and 'somewhat' secured. the post-nut clarity of the two of us fucking in public hit me like a wrecking ball.

grimacing my teeth and tilting my head, making do of my pants and stuffing my cock back into them and covering myself up despite everything being so sticky and wet.

the girl said nothing, but all i saw was a girl. one that was satisfied and showcasing a toothy grin to show to me.

[allebasimaianunes]

"acenda o meu cigarro"

resumo: acordada nas madrugadas ruidosas, nossa pirralha decide se aventurar pela escadaria do seu prédio para fumar e espairecer a mente, conhecendo feito escrito na sua sina, seu vizinho charmoso que aofre do mesmo mal do século daqueles que pensam demais: a insônia.

baseado livremente na música "sinais", da banda terno rei.

notas da autora: de volta oficalmente aos trabalhos escritícios-literários-criativos (acabei de inventar essa palavra, eu acho rsrsrs), deixei a mente fluir e trouxe em forma de fanfic uma ideia que sempre me apareceu enquanto ouvia essa música em específico (que aliás marcou demais os meus 2020/2, quando eu praticamente só escuva os terno rei), então por que não aproveitar essa minha onda de nostalgia com essa banda que vive na minha alma e escrever algo baseado nas músicas deles, não!?, então basicamente juntei o útil ao agradável e ivoialá, "acenda o meu cigarro", surgiu. o nome também é uma tentativa de fazer uma brincadeiririnha com o nome do filme "drive my car", ou no bom e velho português-brasileiro: "dirija o meu carro". enfim, a ideia aqui é mais explorar o primeiro encontro, a construnção da química e das trocas de vivências e fumos (e olhem que eu nem fumo...); por um acaso estou meio afixionada com o ator kyle gallner, então ele foi o escolhido para viver essa história.

avisos: aqui está tranquilíssimo. na realidade, a única coisa que queria deixar avisado é que o mais breve possível eu irei atualizar minhas fanfics pendentes (oração & the secretary.), apenas isso! ;)

idioma: pt-br

contagem de palavras: 4225 palavras

playlist que escutei pra inspirar:

Acordada às duas e tantas da madrugada, sem muitas opções do que fazer além de ficar zanzando feito um zumbi nos cômodos do meu apartamento, perturbando o sono alheio quase como uma provocação infantil do tipo: “se eu não consigo dormir, então vocês também não irão…!”, decidi pela primeira vez após tantos meses morando por ali retornar um velho hábito esquisito que tinha de em noites de insônia adentro, acometida pela ansiedade generalizada e uma falta de disposição apática, simplesmente fugir para a cobertura ou teto do prédio, rodeada pelo vento gelado das madrugadas, com o intuito de ficar vendo a hora passar diante de mim enquanto observava as luzes acessas, carros indo e vindo, algumas pessoas ainda acordadas caminhando para sabe-se-lá aonde. Eu só tinha o objetivo de ficar parada, contemplando a beleza caótica do urbanismo aglomerado, fumando meu cigarro, por vezes em companhia de meus fones de ouvidos, minhas músicas aceleradas e melancólicas, uma vez aqui e acolá com algum livro ou meu caderninho de rabiscos. Rara era as vezes que me munia com uma garrafa de bebida alcoólica, só quando me dava o luxo de gastar um dinheiro a mais com alguma coisa que eu gostasse que não fosse refrigerante sabor laranja ou suco de uva integral. 

Naquela madrugada de quinta-feira me enfiei na minha blusa de moletom preta, enfiei meu celular com os fones de fio enrolado ao redor do aparelho, o maço de cigarro vermelho e um isqueiro simples de plástico azul-escuro, que comprei na pressa já que havia magicamente perdido o meu uns dias atras – ou alguém simplesmente o pegou de mim. Calcei meus chinelos, com minhas meias brancas de cano alto, o shortinho de seda do meu pijama larguinho deixando minhas pernas expostas aquele arzinho frio que estava fazendo, contrastando com o capuz que envolvia meu rosto. Verifiquei se meus gatos estavam dormindo e pela posição deles, os mesmo estavam no décimo quinto sono, diferente de mim. Saí do meu apartamento, com cuidado, dividia o corredor com mais outros dois vizinhos que via raramente. Uma era uma senhorinha nos seus setenta e poucos anos, curiosa feito uma criança pequena, adorava futricar da vida de todo mundo, menos a dela, para quem que ela esbarrasse no elevador. 

O outro era um casal gay que mais passavam os dias fora do que naquele lugar, vez ou outra vinham gente que alocava o apê para passar umas temporadas, principalmente pela região ficar próxima aos estádios onde shows ocorriam. Eu gosto de brincar que nem precisava gastar dinheiro com ingressos, já que do meu apartamento eu conseguia escutar o barulho dos shows. Isso era motivo de reclamações durante as reuniões de condomínio.

Apertei o botão para subir no elevador, esfregando os olhos, querendo que o sono viesse de todo jeito. Não notei de primeira o aviso pregado ao lado do painel de controle, espremi a visão para ler que:

— O elevador ficará interditado por tempo interditado até que a manutenção seja feita. Pedimos encarecidamente a compreensão de todos os moradores… Atenciosamente, a portaria e o síndico. — Franzi o cenho: — Não fode comigo! — Murmurei, olhando desacreditada para o elevador. Eu tinha duas opções: ou eu voltar para trás ou eu ficar nas escadas mesmo, pois nunca que eu iria subir uns nove lances de escadas. Nunca. Já que estava na chuva, que eu me molhasse! Assim que entrei na área das escadas, senti ao longe um cheiro familiar ao meu olfato. Olhei para baixo, onde imersa na luz quente automática, vi que no lance de baixo a luz estava acesa também, o que significava que eu não estava sozinha. Eu poderia ficar no meu lance, ou subir e ficar entre o meu corredor e o de cima, mas a minha curiosidade gritou e quando me dei conta, meus pés já estavam descendo degrau por degrau, até chegar no lance que dava acesso ao andar de baixo, vendo as costas de um homem, sem camisa, a pele bronzeada das costas definidas refletindo a luz amarela, onde a fumaça do cigarro acesso dançava translúcida em linhas até o teto. Cabelos acobreados, lisos e curtos rentes a nuca. 

Fiquei parada, atrás dele, sem saber como agir. De repente eu fiquei sem jeito comigo mesma, pensando que a melhor coisa seria não atrapalhar o fumo de um homem em plena madrugada de quinta-feira, a nossa frente a janela estava aberta, deixando que o ar frio passasse e arrepiasse todos meus pêlos, permitindo a mim, em pé, um quadro iluminado da cidade acordada. Mas ele me escutou. Óbvio que me escutou – talvez a respiração mais pesada ou o barulho dos meus pensamentos irritantes, de alguma forma ele me escutou e virou lentamente a cabeça por cima do ombro. Nariz adunco, lábios carnudos e um olhar caído e intenso me fitaram. A sobrancelha grossa se movimentou para cima, um sorrisinho surgiu no cantinho dos lábios, ele voltou para frente, sua voz rouca arrastou um cumprimento:

— Também não consegue dormir?

— Hmnnn, está meio óbvio assim!? — Minha voz saiu esquisita, um tanto esganiçada e brusca, me senti estranha por ter soado quase tosca. Mas ele não reagiu de forma grosseria com minha resposta, pelo contrário, ele soltou uma risadinha nasalada e movimentou seu corpo para ficar de perfil, encarando-me pra valer, com olhos esbugalhados cor anis, cílios volumosos dando-lhe um drama na expressão de tédio. Tinha bigode, espesso por cima do lábio superior carnudo. Levou o cigarro pela metade até os lábios, comprimindo-os ao redor do rolo de nicotina, puxando e exalando após tragar, o resto esbranquiçado de fumaça. Seu olhar me analisou de cima abaixo, com distância. Parou para olhar meu rosto, sorriu gentil me respondendo:

— Não é todo mundo que vêm parar nas escadarias em pleno corujão das quintas-feiras. 

— Você têm razão… Eu posso? — Apontei para o espaço vago ao lado dele, tentando sorrir de forma amigável, ele deu de ombros acenando com a cabeça, arrastando o corpo para o lado, quase se encostando na mureta do corrimão, me olhando com uma espera. Sentei ao seu lado já puxando o meu maço, ele leu com curiosidade a marca:

— Você é do Red Camel? Interessante… Eu prefiro o bom e velho Marlboro! Faz mais meu tipo… — Sorriu charmoso, tirando do meio das pernas, no degrau debaixo, o maço clássico para me mostrar. Olhando-o de relance, vi que ele estava de bermuda cargo preta com bolsos e chinelos, assim como eu. Na realidade, olhando-o de perto, quase dente a dente ou melhor!, cigarro a cigarro, percebi que ele era muito bonito. 

Esbocei uma risadinha, puxando um cigarro pela abertura, puxando-o e levando o rolinho até meus lábios, pegando o isqueiro de dentro do meu bolso, tentando acender o fogo. Uma, duas, três tentativas falhas, até ouvir um zip metálico soar ao meu lado e uma chama surgir diante de mim; o meu vizinho desconhecido estava me oferecendo a sua chama descontraído e receptivo, o isqueiro ziplock cromado aberto, a chama encostando na ponta já acendendo o meu cigarro. Como o ato natural de respirar, eu puxei a fumaça, terminando de acender o meu cigarro, observando com olhar atento ele afastar a chama, os olhos ainda presos no meu rosto, provavelmente no cigarro entre meus lábios, antes de voltar ao seu próprio rolinho de nicotina. 

Ficamos ali, lado-a-lado, naquele silêncio esfumaçado. 

Até o momento que fui segurar as cinzas com minha própria mão, mais uma vez a mão dele surgiu com um cinzeiro prateado, pequeno o suficiente para caber dentro de um bolso mais largo, colocando-o entre nós, no degrau abaixo. Após eu perceber o cinzeiro e o aparente cuidado que ele tinha em não sujar o espaço, ele descontraidamente comentou:

— Já reclamaram das cinzas que eu sem querer deixei cair, mesmo fumando encostado na janela, então passei a me prevenir trazendo meu próprio cinzeiro… Fica a dica!

— Anotado! Sempre carregar um cinzeiro a tira colo, pois nunca se sabe quando estaremos fumando no lugar mais inesperado, certo?

— Com certeza! — Riu, terminando de arrematar seu cigarro, amassando a bituca no pratinho. Seus olhos azulados não desgrudava de mim, sua voz era quente e seu hálito era Marlboro puro com um estranho doce mentolado ao fundo: — E o que te trás aqui, no meu cantinho especial? 

— O mesmo que você, provavelmente.

— Insônia então!

— Exato. Essa maldita insônia.

— Então é você que madrugada sim, madrugada não, fica andando para lá e pra cá feito barata tonta, movendo objetos e abrindo janelas e portas até se acalmar e finalmente dormir, é? — Ele semicerrou os olhos. Segurei a risada envergonhada:

— Me desculpa! Eu juro que tento ser menos barulhenta!

— Se isso é você tentando não ser barulhenta, então imagine quando você é barulhenta de fato!

Nos encaramos e começamos a rir, descontraídos como se fossemos amigos de longa data. Recuperado o fôlego, o homem estendeu sua mão:

— Prazer, eu sou Kyle.

Me apresentei, já pensando que o nome dele era bem exótico. Ele com certeza não era gringo, seu português era muito natural, sem sotaque carregado. Talvez algum de seus pais eram estrangeiros e por algum motivo parou aqui neste país tupiniquim, mas não quis fazer muitas perguntas sobre a vida dele. Queria apenas fumar e aproveitar o momento. Lado a lado com Kyle, sentia o calor do seu corpo em contraste do vento frio que penetrava pela janela. Quando terminei o meu cigarro, amassei no pratinho, limpando os dedos no meu moletom, encostando-me na parede soltando um longo suspiro. Ficamos novamente imersos no nosso próprio silêncio, minha mente estava anuviada, esparsa como a fumaça do cigarro que acabei de matar. Já Kyle apresentava um semblante mais sério, uma interrogação formando entre suas sobrancelhas.

— Você costuma perder o sono por causa dos seus pensamentos?

A pergunta repentina tinha um tom sincero, quase vago. Olhei para ele, percebendo que seu rosto tinha uma expressão suave. Suspirei fundo, juntando os caquinhos da minha vida naqueles últimos meses, ponderando se eu poderia me abrir com um estranho. As palavras começaram a sair, simples da minha boca:

— Nem sempre. Tipo… Desde que me mudei para cá, neste prédio e de emprego também, as coisas deram uma mudadinha e às vezes me pego pensando demais nos meus problemas para resolver e perco o sono. É isso ou eu acabo trocando a noite pelo dia. Simples… E você?

— Quase o mesmo. Eu trabalho fazendo turnos e plantões, então não é incomum eu perder o sono, trocar a noite pelo dia e virce-versa. Quando estou de folga, mesmo sendo por dias ou até uma semana completa… É meio foda resgastar o hábito de deitar à noite e dormir por oito, dez horas seguidas. Foda. 

— Oh, então você é médico? 

— Sou — a voz saiu acompanhada de um suspiro sofrido, percebi melhor que aquela estranha apatia dele na realidade era cansaço acumulado em seu rosto, Kyle continuou: — foram longos anos de curso, mais especialização, depois uma pós, um mestrado… Agora um doutorado. Vivo à base de cafeína, cigarro e — olhou para os lados, como se a qualquer momento alguém aparecesse, se curvando para frente abaixando o tom de voz: — armodafinil ou um metilfenidato aqui e ali, eu estou aguentando o tranco.

— Caralho.

— Pois é, caralho! — Riu, complementando: — Não que eu esteja reclamando do salário e dos benefícios, mas sabe… Uma escolha e uma renúncia. Por isso eu vivo aqui fumando um cigarro atrás do outro, ao menos é meu momento de paz e serenidade comigo mesmo.

— Então eu estou atrapalhando o seu momento sozinho, Sr. Kyle!?

— Sim, de fato você está — seu tom era brincalhão, o sorriso faceiro não sumia de seu rosto cuja linhas finas de expressão desenhavam uma idade uns tantos números a mais que a minha. Aquilo só o deixou mais atraente ainda para mim. Kyle buscou no bolso da bermuda seu maço de cigarros, puxando o último da caixinha, colocando-o entre os dedos, um ar reflexivo na sua fala teatral:

— É irônico eu, um médico que fuma? Sim, é. Porém isso daqui é a única salvação de um homem fudido como eu. Sério.

— Você parece um bêbado lunático falando isso… Sério.

— Não tenho culpa se eu sou sincero com meus problemas, queridinha. — Kyle tinha um riso fácil, frouxo, relaxado para quem sofria demais como ele estava deixando a entender. Ascendeu o cigarro, fumando mais uma vez. Ficamos mais alguns minutos em silêncio, ele fumando encarando a janela – ou o nosso reflexo – enquanto eu tinha meus olhos para o mesmo lugar; a forma como o tronco dele ondulava pelo reflexo da janela. De repente uma onda de calor atravessou meu corpo, quase insuportável demais, me vendo obrigada a deslizar a blusa de moletom para fora, tirando meu celular e maço antes de jogar a peça nos meus pés. O ato de me despir chamou a atenção do homem que desviou seu olhar para mim, interessado no meu pequeno show de exposição. Estava com a camisa de alça fina do pijama de seda, com bordados em renda. Meus cabelos bagunçaram e eu me sentia estúpida demais perto dele, ficando com as bochechas vermelhas. Quando o olhei, notei que o olhar dele estava sereno e sua expressão mais relaxada, como se o ato de me despir daquela blusa pesada me igualasse a ele, com seu torso despido. Agora não tinha mais minha armadura imaginária feita de puro algodão e mormaço ao meu redor, agora eu era carne e osso expostos debaixo da luz amarelada daquela escadaria. Percebi que era minha vez de puxar assunto, havia um pedido mudo dele para que eu tomasse essa iniciativa. Sem pensar muitas vezes, deixei que a pergunta saísse naturalmente de mim:

— Quantos anos você tem?

— Trinta e sete anos… E sinto que já vivi uma vida inteira. 

— Tipo como…?

— Você é jornalista ou algo do tipo? — Seu olhar subiu de cima para baixo, analisando meu rosto. Ri da tentativa dele, negando com a cabeça:

— Professora. Agora adivinha de quê!

— Hmn, se não é jornalista, então é a prima pobre de uma… História? Só pode, com essas perguntas de quem sempre têm que saber dos porquês e tudo mais.

— Na mosca. E caralho, não venha me zoar pela minha profissão — cruzei os braços, fingindo estar aborrecida: — sou pobre sim, mas com orgulho! 

Ele ficou uns segundos me encarando desacreditado, até eu cair na risada, encostando pela primeira vez nele; foi um casual tapinha no ombro, rápido porém muito presente. Kyle revirou os olhos:

— Bem, para responder sua pergunta: eu viajei bastante, conheci muita gente, aproveitei pra caramba minha faculdade, já me meti em encrenca, também salvei muita gente delas… Sem contar minha vida profissional, saca? Eu não tenho nada a reclamar…

— Exceto de não conseguir pregar esses belos olhinhos azuis à noite, né? — Retruquei, sincera. Kyle tragou longamente soltando a fumaça para frente, esmagou a bituca no cinzeiro:

— Exceto por eu ter que aguentar uma pirralha falando que nem uma gralha no meu ouvido em plena manhã de quinta.

— Não sou pirralha. Tenho vinte e sete anos, para a sua informação!

— Oh, sério!? — Um brilho iluminou os olhos do homem, por um momento pensei que ele iria me elogiar, porém a língua de navalha dele cortou mais uma vez: — Pensei que você era bem mais velha que isso, caralho!

— Olha se for pra ficar zoando comigo eu juro que vou me levantar e voltar para minha casa!

— Ei, ei, ei! Só estou te enchendo o saco… Pirralinha! — Me puxou descontraidamente para seu lado em um abraço de lado que me pegou de baixa-guarda, mas que não me incomodou no todo. Sentindo a pele dele, quente e macia em contato com a minha, me fez arrepiar levemente. Rindo ainda, ele me olhou com um doce que contrastava com a cortina de seus cílios e o sorriso de seus lábios:

— Então você é professora, hum? 

— Sim. Professora.

— E você comentou que mora aqui há alguns meses, você é da cidade ou…?

— Sou caipira que tenta se passar por uma cidadã plena desta cidade caótica. Vim para cá depois de passar no mestrado, consegui uma designação e desde então nunca mais quis ir embora. Dá para perceber meu sotaque? — Perguntei genuinamente curiosa, já acostumada com comentários sobre meu sotaque muito acentuado ou meu jeitinho calmo demais. Mas Kyle negou com a cabeça, se afastando de mim para usar a mão do braço que me envolvia para coçar o queixo, antes de sorrir caloroso:

— Eu também não sou daqui, nem da cidade e muito menos do estado! Vim pra cá ainda moleque, atravessei o país praticamente, morei com uma tia enquanto terminava o ensino médio, trabalhava e fazia cursinho pros vestibulares. Tentei uma vez, não passei, meus pais me deram mais uma tentativa senão eu teria que voltar pra roça que eu vim… Fiquei meio puto da vida, isso foi muito bom já que me agarrei em tudo quanto era estudo e passei no ENEM e essas merdas todas. Desde então só volto pra minha cidade natal para visitar meus velhos. 

— Forasteiro que nem eu então… A vida tende ser meio complicada para nós que somos de fora — olhei para frente, para a paisagem que temos da cidade acordada assim como nós, me sentindo perder nos meus devaneios acordada: — bem, pelo menos para mim as coisas são um pouco puxadas, tipo nem é pelo emprego, agora que passei pelo estado e estou com algo garantido. Mas sei lá, socializar com gente que viveu uma vida toda acostumada sempre a ter acesso a tudo, desde cultura e outros pequenos privilégios que não tive na minha cidade natal… Me assustou quando cheguei. E ainda me assusta. Acho que é por isso que eu perco o sono fácil… — Virei para olhá-lo, me surpreendendo que Kyle tinha sua atenção completamente voltada para mim, lábios entreabertos como se ele estivesse contemplando algo de surreal. Sorri tímida:

— Eu meio que busco sinais à meia-noite para tentar me encaixar nessa cidade enorme. Não que eu não queira ser engolida, mas mais do que isso — esbocei essa coisa grandiosa com meus braços: — eu quero fazer parte do todo. Senão irei me perder em mim mesma e não irei aproveitar nem metade de tudo que aqui pode me proporcionar…

— Você tem seu ponto. E concordo… Eu já fiquei muitas noites acordado, ainda no meu internato, me questionando como sobreviver nessa caoticidade, e porra, percebi que às vezes tudo que eu precisava era me abrigar comigo mesmo num canto e esperar as coisas virem naturalmente até mim… Tipo, essa luz acima de nós — apontou para a lâmpada que irradiava a luz amarelada, quase ocre em cima de nós, esquetando o lugar e afastando o gélido azulado que vinha de fora: — é o meu sol. O sol que eu não vejo nos meus plantões de madrugada ou que eu acabo negando quando chego em casa completamente derrotado. E aí eu fico aqui, pensando, pensando… Pensando. E fumando, é claro. 

Sorrimos um para o outro. Era natural a conversa fluir com ele, parecia que já éramos amigos de longas conversas naquela escadaria. Peguei o meu maço, puxando mais um rolinho para mim, levando-o até meus lábios. Olhei para Kyle com o cigarro pendendo nos meus lábios, a voz soando meio abafada:

— Acende meu cigarro, por favor?

— Claro! 

Como mágica o isqueiro estava na minha frente, acesso, com sua chama frágil tremendo e acendendo o meu cigarro. Agradeci, cruzei os braços e fiquei ali, observando a janela na minha frente, enquanto a voz de Kyle surgia ao fundo comentando sobre os vizinhos chatos dele que ficava monitorando as idas e vindas dele no apartamento dele. Quando terminei meu cigarro, o sono estava encostando em mim, pesando minhas pálpebras e me conduzindo aos sonhos acordados. Kyle me perguntou entre um bocejo e um longo espreguiço:

— Que horas já são?

— Deixa eu ver — peguei meu celular, a voz se arrastando de sono também: — puta merda, já passam das três da manhã!

— A conversa e o cigarraço renderam, viu? 

— E como! — Levantei num pulo, trazendo comigo minha blusa de moletom e meu cigarro  nas mãos. Acompanhada de Kyle, agora de pé, pude absorver melhor a visão do corpo magro definido, as ondas dos músculos e como a pele alva parecia acobreada pela luz amarelada. Ele era centímetros mais alto que eu, seus olhos estavam pequenos de sono, o sorriso era amplo ao estender a mão:

— Obrigado pela companhia, pirralha, quero que você saiba que foi muito bom papear com você essas filosofias da matina. Se quiser, estarei sempre aqui para acender seus cigarros.

— Okay, digo o mesmo. — Apertei sua mão. Ficamos com nossas mãos apertadas, sorrindo um para o outro, com certa expectativa pairando entre nós, até finalmente eu afrouxar o aperto e me virar de costas para subir mais um lance e chegar no meu andar, sentindo o olhar dele me queimando.

Tornou-se uma prática comum, nas madrugadas de insônia, encontrá-lo sentado nas escadas. Às vezes estava em pé, outras até mesmo deitado no pequeno corredor entre os degraus de subida e descida, debaixo da janela. Com ou sem camisa, bermudas ou calças de moletom, chinelos e meias nos pés, os dias se tornaram semanas, entre cigarros, cinzeiros compartilhados, algumas canecas de café, vinho ou suco, risadinhas e comentários sobre o sindico que não estava gostando do cheiro de cigarro e cinzas impregnados entre os andares oito e nove, tínhamos criado uma amizade sincera das madrugadas – que na virada no primeiro para o segundo mês se tornou encontros casuais na manhã pelo elevador ou à tarde, retornando da escola, vendo-o conversar com o nosso porteiro. Já no terceiro mês, ele me enviava mensagens perguntando se eu estava de pé ou me ligava quando eu não estava afim de sair do conforto da minha cama. Também pareceu decorar meu cronograma: quando chegava das compras, ele estava parado casualmente de fora, com o cigarro entre os dedos, a cara de cansaço do plantão das duas noites viradas anteriores no rosto, se prontificando a me acompanhar até meu apê para ajudar com as compras.

Eu também tentava ajudá-lo: sempre que podia, levava suas encomendas até a porta do seu apartamento, convidava ele para ir comigo na feira aos finais de semana que ele estava disponível e até mesmo para matar o tempo no meu apê humilde, onde ele se estirar no sofá com um dos meus gatos no colo, vendo a tevê até cair no sono. 

Nesses três meses ele não havia tentado nada demais comigo; nenhum tipo de investida maliciosa ou radical demais. Exceto pelas vezes que ele soltava elogios que soavam sinceros como: “hoje você está muito bonita”, ou “adoro como você é inteligente!”, me deixando lisonjeada, Kyle mantinha sempre uma postura muito polida comigo. Nem mesmo quando nos abraçávamos ou nossas mãos ou joelhos se encostavam, ele tentava tirar proveito, mesmo vendo algo brilhar em seus olhos – talvez uma espera vinda de mim. Um sinal para que ele pudesse tentar algo que talvez maquinasse na sua mente desde o primeiro dia que seus olhos cor anis pousaram em mim. Eu sentia isso, e sabemos que intuição de mulher nunca falha.

De fato, seus olhares eram mais lânguidos e doces para mim, os sorrisos maiores e mais calorosos, suas mãos pareciam querer me envolver quando me abraçava. Mas o que me pegava era a forma como ele acolhia a chama de seu isqueiro para acender o meu cigarro, o vermelho do fogo refletido no azul de seus olhos, tornando-se um espelho para aquela fonte de calor que ascendia o meu fogo.  

Estávamos na nossa usual posição de troca: ele curvado com as mãos protegendo a chama frágil do isqueiro ligado, enquanto eu equilibrava o cigarro reto nos meus lábios para mantê-lo firme no lugar, vendo a pontinha queimar e virar cinza, puxando o ar quente para dentro enquanto erguia minha postura, encostando na parede atrás de mim. Era uma madrugada de sexta-feira de um feriado municipal, então tanto eu quanto ele estávamos de folga – ele pegou banco de horas e só voltaria na próxima segunda. 

Kyle encostou na parede ao lado, debaixo da janela, acendeu o seu cigarro, tragando e exalando para cima. Observei a fumaça diluir na cortina de luz amarelada, densa e ao mesmo tempo fina. Sua voz rouca atravessou nosso espaço:

— Tá livre esta noite?

— Tô, por que?

— Nada — deu de ombros, tirando do bolso da calça de moletom um papel me estendendo: — só queria saber se você curte parques de diversão, chegou esse na cidade umas semanas atrás e pensei que seria legal irmos lá, dar uma voltinha, quem sabe ir na roda-gigante… 

— Tá me chamando para um encontro? — Ri, meio descrente, lendo o panfleto amassado que ele me deu. Kyle riu divertido:

— Bem, se você gostar da ideia disso ser um encontro… sim, eu estou.

Ergui meu olhar para ele, minha expressão mudou ligeiramente para surpresa, porém tentei retornar ao meu estado normal, comprimindo o risinho histérico em meus lábios o engolindo com uma tragada exagerada no meu cigarro, me provocando algumas tosses secas. Depois que me recompus, eu olhei mais uma vez o panfleto que prometia ser um parque de diversões realmente divertido, familiar e com uma roda-gigante enorme instalada no centro que dava ampla visão a cidade. 

O olhar do homem era esperançoso. Minha voz saiu suave e decidida: 

— Tudo bem, eu aceito. 

Era como se o rosto do homem tivesse sido iluminado pela chama do próprio cigarro. Nunca me senti tão aquecida e acessa por dentro quanto me senti naquele momento. 

[frickingnerd]

Ai: The Somnium Files Masterlist

Kaname Date

found family - oneshot, feat mizuki

no more pretending - oneshot

nobody believes date got a girlfriend - oneshot

distracted while at work - oneshot

Kuruto Ryuki

falling into cupid's trap - oneshot

kuruto ryuki having a crush - headcanons

Moma Kumakura

in love with a criminal - drabble

Lien Twining

wiping the tears from your eyes - drabble

Gen Ishiyagane

how things used to be - drabble

Mizuki Date

all the plans that went wrong - oneshot

Iris Sagan

loving nostalgia - oneshot, feat kizuna

iris with a s/o who adores her voice - headcanons

Kizuna Chieda

loving nostalgia - oneshot, feat kizuna

kizuna realizing her feelings for you - headcanons

Amame Doi

“it'll all be okay” - drabble

Boss

boss crushing on a colleague - headcanons

Aiba

confessing to aiba - headcanons

Tama

(a)i love you - drabble

[kashixxx47]

MY BABY KAKASHI X Y/N

(Y/n) pov:

kakashi!!! We're having a baby.. Come quick

Kakashi pov:

Really I can't wait..

How...how.. Is my little boy .

Show me his little face.

(Y/n) pov:

HO MY GOD HE LOOKS VERY PRETTY

Look..... Look at him

Kakashi pov:

Y/n I'm so happy for us we have the prettiest baby boy ever.

Thank you I love you so much .

( the dog was what we rescued from the forest the mother given birth and had no food so died so me and Kashi planed to keep him )

(Y/n ) pov :

Love you too and are child..

What should we name him

Kakashi pov:

Mommy and daddy will give you good food and take care of you alright .

We'll name him Aki..

[slytherinshua]

LATE NIGHT KISSES

genre. fluff. warnings. lots of kissing just so much of it. sleepy shirtless doeui </3 and mention of food (potatoes & peanuts). pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 806. request. combined 2 ideas from @eternalgyu: req 1 & req 2. a/n. brainrot leave me alone ISTG i cannot handle doy any longer skdjsk <//3 i swear i'm gonna write for the other members too working on some fics for them currently but doy is just occupying all available brain space i have and every single thought in my brain god.

Doeui didn’t know what time it was when his eyes blinked open after his body shivered for the fifth time. He didn’t know how long he had slept, or where you had gone, or when you’d be back, or why you had left the warm bed (and taken the warmth along with you). But he knew you were gone and he was cold, so he heaved his body up and padded his feet towards the kitchen.

There was no other possible place you could be in the middle of the night besides the bathroom, and he found you searching through the cupboards under the dim glow of a lamp from the living room. Another shiver travelled up his spine, motivating him to step forward and wrap his arms around your waist, craving for the warmth of your body. You gasped from the chill of his body— his bare chest hitting your back as his cheek rested on your shoulder.

“You’re freezing, love.” You said, turning around in his arms, abandoning the peanuts you had been eating out of the bag while you waited for the tater tots to crisp up in the airfryer. “Why didn’t you grab a shirt before coming out here?”

“Didn’t think about it. Just wanted to find you.” He whined, burying his face in your shoulder, rubbing his head against your skin like a sleepy kitten. He was so tired, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without you.

“Well, I’m glad you did.” You giggled, fluffing his hair and rubbing your hand in loving circles to warm up his bare back. “I’m just making a snack, it’s almost done and then we can go back to sleep.”

He hummed, the tiredness from just waking up making his voice much deeper than it usually was. You walked forward slowly, guiding him to follow your steps until his waist hit the back of the counter. He pushed himself on top of it almost as if second nature— having spent so much time using the counter as his personal seat. He clung to your pyjama shirt with one hand, not wanting you to step away from him again.

“Baby, I’ll be back in half a second. Promise.” You reassured him with a quick kiss to his forehead before stepping back. The airfryer beeped quietly, signalling that your food was done. You transferred the warm crispy pieces of potatoes into a bowl, and were back to hugging Doeui within half a minute.

“You’re so tired. Why don’t you just go back to bed now?” You asked, eyebrows falling as you watched him yawn and rub his eyelids, barely even having the energy to open them. His usual bright wide eyes were half closed and hazy as drowsiness still clung to him. He just shook his head firmly and reached for your hand, snaking your fingers with his gently but securely. He giggled when you squeezed his hand, the sound much like a child discovering something new and exciting.

It was a habit of your boyfriend’s to be a bit clingier when tired. When you came to pick him up from his studio, he clung to you like a koala, refusing to let go of your hand even in the car. He craved affection when his brain was low energy, and you were more than happy to shower him with it.

You munched the first tater tot in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as it perfectly satiated your late night cravings. You held up one of the potatoes for your boyfriend, popping it into his mouth as soon as he let his lips fall open. He smiled at the taste of the perfectly warm, savoury, slightly salty potato, and you couldn’t help but kiss the slight dimple on his cheek.

Since you could hardly be asked to stop with just one kiss to the cheek, you quickly trailed down, pressing sweet warm kisses on his neck until you reached his collarbone.

You would’ve stopped there, but you could feel Doeui squeeze your hand tightly, opening his eyes just slightly to look at you. You could tell immediately that he wanted you to continue, and so you did. Gentle loving kisses were placed all over his collarbone and shoulders, and then back up the other side of his neck until you finally reached his lips. You made this kiss last a bit longer, savouring the sweet taste of his lips, a hint of salt still on them from the food. 

“Let’s go back to sleep, hm?” You suggested after finishing the last piece of potato. Doeui nodded in agreement, but still puckered his lips for one last kiss, which made you giggle. “I already kissed you a thousand times. You still want more?” You teased, making him laugh softly.

“Just one more.”

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu

[clare-875]

Emerald Eyes pt.2 (Law, Sabo, Kid, Katakuri)

Pairings: Law x Reader; Sabo x Reader; Kid x Reader; Katakuri x Reader Summary: How he acts when he is jealous Warnings: Some Angst, Fluff, Female Reader A/N: (Requested by @cartoonykatbird) I hope you enjoy :) [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace] _____

- Law -

Law had been looking for you for a while now but when he finally finds you, you were grinning at the pages of a somewhat familiar book in your hands. He was confused, but slightly amused nonetheless as he observes you from the doorway where you are yet to notice his presence.

"[y/n]-ya?"

"Law!"

You say, and though startled you quickly shake out of it. You curse yourself as you know you have been caught grinning like an idiot looking at your favourite character from the book, or rather manga, you had recently become immersed in. Nevertheless, you stand to greet your boyfriend in the doorway with a smile on your face.

"What were you reading?"

He asks when you approach, and you have to fight to keep the flush off your face. "Nothing..." You murmur, unconvincingly even to yourself, as your words dwindle towards the end. "[y/n]-ya?" You look up to your boyfriend who raises his eyebrows to you, an unusual look on his face.

"It's not about that guy, Levi Ackerman, again is it?"

You roll your eyes as you watch the way the amusement in his eyes starts to subside into distaste. You almost have to stifle a laugh at how quickly his mood has changed when he realises you are reading the Attack on Titan manga once more. You had shown him earlier but for 'some reason', he had become irritated by the way you had gushed about your favourite character.

"Maybe..." You murmur. Law lets out a dramatic sigh at that, and he tries to pry the manga from your hands. "[y/n]-ya," he says when you move and step away so he doesn't get it. You start to giggle and run away from his shadowed face, making a run for the bed as you smile at him teasingly.

"No, you can't take this away from me!"

Law's eyebrows twitch as he watches you become distracted in the pages again; you need to finish the manga quickly before he pries it from your hands. He is filled with a feeling he knows to be jealousy and curses the way you have him so wrapped around your finger he can't even handle you fawning over a fictional character.

"Room!"

"Law! Don't you dare-"

But it's too late, soon what's in your hands is a plate from the kitchen rather than the manga you had been trying to finish. "Law!" You exclaim putting the dish to the side and crossing your arms in mock irritation. Your boyfriend, however, is now satisfied that your attention is off the fictional character you seem to adore and back on him.

He makes his way to your side and forces you to look at him, as a hand guides your pouting face to his. "I don't know why you're so obsessed with him anyway." He mumbles, you roll your eyes, feeling some of your annoyance relent at the pettiness your boyfriend holds over such an inconsequential matter.

"Hmm, he's mysterious, dark, handsome, strong..." You say as you look up to him and his sharp eyes teasingly. He leans in dangerously close as he observes your suggestive stare, a smirk starts to linger on his face as he leans in closer to you. "Sounds like someone else I know, [y/n]-ya..." You grin as he inches closer. "Yeah?"

"Yes, but as an added bonus, I'm tall too."

- Sabo -

Sabo knows of your friendship with his brother and as much as he absolutely adores how close the two of you are, he can't help but feel slightly neglected. He observes as the two of you converse rapidly, your energy and personalities a seeming match from heaven as you both keep yourselves entertained in the other's presence.

It was only supposed to be a short stop-by before the two of you made yourselves back to headquarters, but what was supposed to be an hour ended up being half the day. Sabo didn't mind initially, happy to see that his brother and his crew were doing well, but as he observes the chemistry you share with Luffy, he hates that he has to fight the envy that wants to fill his senses.

He didn't know what he was so jealous of. Was it you who formed such a deep connection with his brother so easily? Or was it his brother who seemed to gather your attention and laughter like it was nothing? When he hears your angelic laughter fill his ears, he figures it is the latter that wins.

You absolutely adored Luffy, having heard an abundance of stories about him from your boyfriend and time passed so easily. You both ate and fished and laughed and shared your experiences together and you honestly couldn't remember a time spent with more fun. It is only when you check the time and see how far it has gone into the afternoon, that you realise that you and your boyfriend need to get going.

Everyone gathers to say their goodbyes, and Luffy gives you an extra long hug, a wide smile adorning his face. "Shi, shi, shi. Bye [y/n]!" You return his hug with as much enthusiasm as he does. "Bye Lu!!" And soon, you are headed back with your boyfriend.

You noticed that Sabo had been acting weirdly when you found yourself rambling to him about the times you spent with his brother and he had not replied for a while. You observe the crease between his brow, as though concentrating hard on his thoughts, and the frown on his face had done nothing to waver.

Your own concern brims as you look at his uncharacteristic manner, and so you reach out and hold one of his hands in yours. "Hey, are you alright?" Sabo seems to break free from his thoughts momentarily and he looks at your gaze hesitantly and with a tint of shame in his eyes, but you could not fathom why.

"It's just-" He stops, almost scolding himself for getting worked up over something so stupid. You look at him questioningly and urge him on silently, and he sighs before continuing his words.

"Do you enjoy my company?"

You freeze, a little surprised by the question that slips his lips, so much so you let out an airy laugh. However, when you see the way Sabo's concern doesn't fade, you reply to him earnestly with a smile on your face. "Of course, Sabo. I'm dating you for a reason you know?" Sabo nods, some of his insecurity and envy fading away, but then he asks the question that had been gnawing at him most.

"But do you enjoy my company more than Luffy's?"

That is when you are truly shocked. You raise your eyebrows in utter surprise, but you also see the way your boyfriend has thought long about this and it has been eating away at the security he usually had in your relationship. You squeeze his hand lightly when he goes to turn away, and he keeps his wandering gaze on you.

"Sabo, I absolutely adore your brother. He's fun and energetic, and I love getting to know him because I feel like I'm getting to know someone important to you too. But Sabo, I love you. No one could compare to you."

When your boyfriend looks at you next it is like all his worry has diminished and his stupidity gone as quickly as your words had reassured him. "So would you stop being so jealous, of your brother?" You ask, rolling your eyes at his antics. Sabo smiles shyly, breaking free from whatever thoughts had clouded his mind earlier.

"Sorry love, I guess I just needed the reassurance." He captures your lips before the two of you approach port, and you can feel his growing smile against you. "That's okay love, everyone needs that sometimes." Sabo's grin is as warm as the setting sun as he looks down at you. You, so perfect and kind and devoted to him.

"I love you."

- Kid -

The last thing you would ever expect when wandering the streets with Eustass Kid is for someone to hit on you. Because though you are known to be able to handle yourself, you could not fathom which poor soul would be willing to undergo his utter wrath.

So, when someone does hit on you, it is usually in his absence, and he usually does not learn of it after you deal with it because you don't want unnecessary murder. You figure now was another one of those times when a young, handsome man spoke to you as though you would reciprocate his obvious advances.

The only reason you let him talk to you in the first place was to receive free drinks at the bar where you awaited your boyfriend. You were a pirate first after all - more specifically a Kid Pirate - you couldn't deny a man who so willingly offered something free of charge.

"Here you are love," the man had handed you a drink quicker than you could accept or decline, but of course you accept. Balancing the drink in your hold you smile politely and boldly. "Thank you," you say to him but his grin quickly diminishes when you go to turn away.

"Woah, woah, wait a minute. Don't you kinda owe me something?"

You force down a grimace when the man reaches out a hand to you and makes you face him, his stench reeking of the alcohol in his system. "Excuse me?" You ask, impatience brimming in you. You, after all, were dating Eustass Kid, and your anger and bravery often matched his own. "You passed me the drink willingly, I never said anything about paying you back for that."

The man starts to frown but his eyes ignite with a spark you know all too well. He liked a challenge, and you were a very attractive challenge to him right now. "Now let me tell you something, sweetheart-"

The man in front of you is about to say something, but that is when the air of the bar you were in becomes suddenly cold. The other patrons around you go silent as they notice a looming figure enter, his sharp eyes pointed directly at you. It is for good reason, however, as it is Eustass Kid and members of his crew that saunter in.

"Oh, hey babe!"

You exclaim, a smile on your face, but it does nothing to diminish the spark Kid feels in his chest. The man's hand was still on your face, and it fell limply to his side as he turned to you and then back at Kid. "W-Wait, he's your boyfriend?" He stammers out, shock and fear clear in his senses. "Captain and boyfriend, actually," you say. Satisfied that you are finally free of the man's touch, and finally receiving the respect you deserve.

When Kid finally approaches you, he is filled with a sudden envy that clouds his system and he does not know how to rid of it except with his anger. How dare another man touch your skin so carelessly? Just who does he think he is? Kid instantly steps in front of you, your words filling the air as he does.

"Oh, this is uh, I actually forgot his name, but he got me a drink see. Maybe let him down a bit easy babe-"

Kid growls under his breath at your words, as he stares intimidatingly at the man who looks like he's about to pass out right then and there. "Is that right?" The man's eyes are now wide as saucers but it does nothing to spare him as Kid summons a variety of metals and all of a sudden he is flung from the bar out the window.

The moment of silence only lingers for a second longer before those around you return to their respective conversations and keep their heads low to not attract the attention of your boyfriend. You, however, behold none of the fear they do and roll your eyes at him. "I had it under control, you know?" You say as you look up to his burning red eyes. A half-smirk enlightens his face as he leans down to capture your lips.

"I know doll, but no one gets to touch you like that."

- Katakuri -

Katakuri absolutely adored you. You were kind, compassionate, strong, caring, loving; everything he could ever want in a partner. Even those of the Charlotte Family and Big Mom Crew knew of your appealing qualities and grew fond of you. You just seemed to get along with everyone and your strength in battle made you respected even by Big Mom herself.

Almost everyone knew of your courtship with Katakuri, the two of you had grown up together and everyone had approved of your relationship. Scarcely anyone would come between the two of you, both because they knew of your loyalty and also because of their fear of what Katakuri would do if he found out.

However, the newcomer of Big Mom's crew just didn't seem to get the memo.

You, to Katakuri's displeasure, had the job of showing him around and telling him how everything worked on Whole Cake Island. It had taken from him much of the time the two of you would usually spend together, and he would be lying to say he did not miss you.

One day he had been observing, as usual, the events and occurrences that take place on Whole Cake Island, but his attention had been taken away by his favourite sound in the world: Your voice. Except it was directed at the man you had been showing around, and suddenly instead of the usual way in which he observed, he fought the urge to go down to you and bring you to his side instead.

"And that's it," you say looking to the man you had been showing around for just longer than a week now. "I think you'll get the hang of things pretty quickly. Just stay out of trouble."

You smile politely and go to leave, glad that your job is finally over as you can see Katakuri again. You had missed him. The newbie was okay, to say the least, but he was also young and you hoped his ego wouldn't get him under Big Mom's radar.

"Wait, where are you going in a hurry?"

You turn surprised to see that the man has placed a strong hand on your arm, looking at you with a wide smirk on his face. You force yourself not to frown at his boldness.

"I thought we had a good thing going." He speaks to you with a suggestive tint to his words. "Excuse me?" He grins further as though he thought you were just playing hard to get. "Come on, you spent all that time with me, I know you want something from me."

You roll your eyes at his words. "It was my job, and I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I already have a boyfriend." He bites back a laugh as he meets your stern gaze on his. "Oh come on, who's-"

"She's with me."

You look up surprised to see your boyfriend approaching you, but his eyes are trained on where the man still holds your skin. The man, though seemingly oblivious, seems to get the hint and releases you of his hold.

"You? You can't be serious-"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

There is a deep silence as Katakuri pries you into his side and looks to the newcomer purposefully, a dangerous look lingering in his eyes. The man finally reads the air and bolts. Who wouldn't in the face of one of Big Mom's strongest Commanders?

In his prompt absence, he turns to you, a gentle hand underneath your face as he looks at you gently. "Are you okay, love?" You smile warmly as you lean into his touch and hum. "You know I had that all under control right?" Katakuri's eyes seem to spark at the reminder, but his fond gaze remains as he looks down at you.

"I know, I just wanted to remind him who you truly belong to."

[n0madsbase]

DOY AS A BF 😭 Im like really curious about his jealous side but I also see him like some who will take care of you and will advise you but if someone hits on you, he'll jump, won't care if he's in the middle of the street. Idk tho, I feel like I might be wrong

Jealousy, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, Angst?

Pairing: Doy x reader

Warnings: Jealous doy 😼, suggestive ending, established relationship

W/C: 1.1k

A/N: I changed from using “I” to “you” so somebody pls tell me if it’s fine. Also I feel Doy to be the silent jealous type and not pick a fight with the person flirting but deal with it in private 🤭

The bathroom door opens and out walks doy fresh from his shower, he has his towel wrapped around his waist and his torso was still faintly wet from his shower, you sit at your vanity continuing to get ready whilst you admire your boyfriend through the vanity’s mirror

Doy had invited you to come along with him to have a night out with the boys. You accepted as you didn't really have anything planned for the night, you were probably just going to stay in and maybe watch a movie

Also you wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity of going out with your boyfriend and drinking (the night away)

You hear footsteps before you sense Doy behind you and feel him lean down, you make eye contact with him through the mirror and see him place a kiss to your shoulder he moves up and begins to pecker kisses on your neck

You raise your shoulders trying to get his head away from your neck as his lashes tickle your neck. You eventually get him away from your neck before his hand comes to your chin and he lifts and turns it so you’re looking more at him

He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips he smiles at you before letting your chin go and walking towards the closet that you both shared

“You’re such a tease” you roll your eyes while turning around in your vanity stool telling him whilst looking at him in the walk in closet as he searches for a shirt to wear

Doy lets out an airy laugh, he had pants on at this point but was still searching through his side of the closet for something to wear

You stand and begin to walk towards the closet, you flick the light switch on that is outside the closet doors “Maybe this might help you look for a shirt?” you sarcastically ask Doy before walking into the closet and pulling out a black short-sleeved shirt

“Wear this one” you hand the shirt over to Doy and he salutes you as if you were a sergeant and he was a loyal soldier. You lightly slap his shoulder before heading back to your vanity

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

You were lightly buzzed from the drinks you’ve had so far. Doy and the boys had rented out a private booth and the night was going great so far

You and Doy were sitting in the booth and you signalled for your boyfriend to move closer so you could speak into his ear

“I’m going to bathroom i’ll be right back”

He nods before speaking into your ear “Want me to come with and stand outside the door pup?”

You wave him off saying it’s fine and get up from the couch and begin to make your way to the bathroom

Returning back from the bathroom was interrupted as someone bumped into you causing whatever contents was in their cup to spill over you, not everything was spilled out of the cup but it was enough to make you annoyed

Before you could reprimand the person for bashing into you you hear a familiar voice calling your name

“Y/N?!?”

“Yeonjun?!”

You’re brought into a hug before you can fully comprehend that your ex coworker is hugging you he releases you from the hug but keeps his arms on your shoulders

“I knew it was you!- see I wasn’t sure but I was like is that short person really Y/N or not-, let me buy you a drink as an apology”

You don’t even have time to respond that you were with other people before you’re sat down on a bar stool and Yeonjun orders two drinks

“How have you’ve been!” Yeonjun asks interested

“I’ve been okay- i think?”

“You think?” He leans more towards you and our drinks arrive seconds after, he slides the drink towards you “Would this make you better” he references to the drink slid towards you

Yeonjun had always had a flirty nature and you learned that when you used to work with him

“I miss you- you should come back so we can work together again” he pouts a little

“Definitely not, hated working there” we share a light laugh before yeonjun grabs my hand

“Let’s go dancing or something” He says wanting to egg you on

But before you could answer someone abruptly pulls you up from the stool and towards them, the person wraps their arm around your shoulder you look to the side and recognise your boyfriend, but he had an off expression on his face

“Hey pup, you were taking kinda long” Doy puts emphasis on the nickname and stares directly at yeonjun without breaking eye contact

“Sorry I met my old coworker” You say to Doy

“Oh my bad- Yeonjun this is Doy and a Doy this is-“

“Yeonjun!” you’re cut off by him before you could finish your sentence. He sticks his hand out for Doy to shake but Doy just stares at yeonjun’s extended hand

“Ouch, tough crowd” Yeonjun says while dropping his hand

“Let’s go, we’re leaving” You get enough time to say a quick goodbye to a smirking Yeonjun before Doy is dragging you towards the exit

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

The car ride has been pretty quiet returning back to the apartment and even after entering the apartment Doy had been oddly quiet. It didn’t take long for you to figure out what was wrong with doy. Doy was laying on your shared bed scrolling on his phone as you sat at your vanity

You get up and walk towards the bed straddling Doy’s thighs and he places his phone towards on the bed beside him

“You’re awfully quiet big boy what’s wrong” you ask while tracing patterns on his chest

“…..”, “Does yeonjun have something to do with this” You hear him sharply inhale, this confirms your theory

“Are you perhaps jealous?” You tease while smirking. Doy turns his hand to the side and you lean down and place a kiss on his neck

“Doy you know i love you” he mumbles something along the line of ‘mhmm’ “So you do know there’s nothing to be jealous of, especially yeonjun he’s just naturally a touchy person”

“…whatever..” you sigh and grab his chin lightly to turn his head so he’s facing you “I know pup but it was just weird seeing another guy being all..” he loses his words but you know what he’s trying to say “..with you”

You place a kiss on his lips before starting to speak again “Want me to show you how much I love you?” you ask in a suggestive tone

“…Or I could show you how no other man will ever compare to me.” Doy says while grabbing your hips. You smile down at him knowing he was back to his normal self before leaning down to begin to share messy kisses with each other

[strawberryscentedd]

𝑵𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

𝑫𝒐𝒚

Doy is definitely the canon route of the game, his face is on the cover and used in all the marketing. You, a seasoned visual novel player who's seen it all thought you had him all figured out. He'd be some sort of angry tsundere who's mean until halfway through the story. Oh how wrong you were. Doy is the sort of canon love interest who absolutely rocked your world with how much depth he had. He's an engaging love interest-- you only know just enough to keep you playing each chapter, hoping to learn more and more. He's the dependable love interest who's doing everything in his power to help the main character with the problems he faces, and tries to carry all the burdens himself. When you start reaching the end and showing him he can rely on others it's so rewarding, and it motivates you all the more to choose the right dialogue options and gain his trust. Eventually you become a fiend, doing everything to earn enough points to unlock the premium scenes where you can see him in a new light.

Think: Yamato from Psychadelica of the Black Butterfly

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂

Sangha waltzed into your life like some sort of fae, playfully casting a spell on you with his mischievous sense of humor and warm smile. Sangha was the love interest who brings the main character out of her comfort zone, and dares her to try new things. He makes no attempt to hide his affection for the main character, and loves finding new ways to get reactions out mc. He's the tease route, but he's still an absolute sweetheart and simply wants the main character to have fun and forget life's worries with him. This is the route that's made from spun sugar and leaves you feeling younger and lighter.

Think: Isora from 7scarlet minus the whole "is he a murderer subplot" he wasn't so its okay

𝑶𝒏𝒆

You were not expecting Jiwon to have the chokehold on you like he did, but here you are. Jiwon's the golden boy, the loyal knight, the one who can do no wrong. And yet, his route will have you sobbing anyways. Jiwon will go to bat for you with a smile on his face no matter what. He doesn't just want you to be safe, but happy. He makes sure you eat in the morning and he's always a gentleman, holding doors open for you and sheilding you from the rain with his coat. He's the pure love interest, the one that has you constantly wondering aloud, "how can someone this lovely exist?" He doesn't! He's a 2d animated boy who exists solely in the confines of your Nintendo Switch! But that's okay, because every day, when things get rough, you can open up his route and hear him tell you how everything will be alright bc he's by your side

Think: Alkaid from Lovebrush Chronicles

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒓

Rivr is the textbook mysterious and calm love interest. He seems so mature, so rational, and all you want is to be able to shake up that perfect world and see what he's like on his toes. Rivr is welcoming to everyone, but guarded with his emotions, unless you make the right choices and start gaining enough love points, that is. Something about the main character keeps him coming back for more, he wants to know how you see the world, what you want from life. Eventually you uncover a deep well of emotions, and learn a lot about how to treat people from him. He learns a lot from you as well. His whole route about be about making peace with life and your place in it, and would give players a lot to think about.

Think: Saito from Hakuoki

𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐

Junho's the good ol' childhood friends to lovers route. And yet he's one that even the most ardent detractors of that trope can get behind. You normally don't play childhood friend routes, but he won you over by being the most supportive friend in other routes. Upon playing, Junho quickly becomes your comfort route, one you can play to relax as he and takes the main character to stargaze from rooftops or learn skateboarding from him. He's the gentlest giant and definitely the sort of love interest who is petrified at the idea of confessing. "What if I ruin our friendship!" Increase his love meter to get the rare, sought after ending where he initiates the confession instead of you.

Think: Hino from 7scarlet

[onlymexsarah]

Burning Flames I || Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: less Eris than what you might expect, but with the next episode you'll forgive me; and english is not my first language :)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

The first time Eris saw you was at the High Lords meeting. As soon as he had entered the room something flickered in Eris' chest, something warm that made his eyes looking around, a bored look on his calculated face, as he studied where the source of that flicker was. Then, his eyes laid on you, and oh gods if he had to call all his five centuries of practise to keep his breath from catching.

Before his eyes was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. He felt an unknown urge to know your name, your story, what had brought you there. Your eyes were on his father, studying him as the Vanserras had entered the room.

Eris took a second to realize that you were seated between the High Lady of the Night Court and another bautiful female. All three of you looking oddly similar to one another, and it was that moment that he realized who you were. You and the female at your left were two of the three High Lady's sisters, turned High Fae by Hybhern. Twins, he realized as he looked at the two of you. So close you looked like fire and ice. Your features were warm, even the colors of your hair, skin and eyes were a warm contrast to Nesta's cold features, all sharp and icy.

Your eyes scanned all his brothers until they fell on him, and Eris kept a cold face as you studied him, his posture, how his brothers obeyed to him.

Your eyes flickered quickly to Mor, then on him again and Eris could tell the exact moment that you connected who he was, because you grimaced and turned your face in a cold and dismissal expression. Of course the bastards would spread what happened with Mor; he thought with bitter humor. He gave you a lazy, mocking grin before turning his attention on Thesan, who now was talking to welcome everyone.

It was when Tamlin appeared that he felt that warm flicker inside him again, and when he curiously looked at you what he saw pietrified him. It wasn't cold that shimmered in your eyes. There were pure, burning flames in them.

Two punds of raging, wild, unforgiving fire were now locked on the High Lord of the Spring Court, and for a moment Eris was thankful that you have just watched him with dismissal distain, because what you were giving Tamlin was a promise of slow, painful death.

“It was so easy for you to call me a monster, despite all I did for you, for your family.” A sneer from Tamlin toward you and your twin. “Yet you witnessed all that he did Under the Mountain, and still spread your legs for him. Fitting, I suppose. He whored for Amarantha for decades. Why shouldn’t you be his whore in return?”

Eris saw your hands gripping the arms of the chair, your knuckles white from the strenght. You were going to kill him, he was sure of that. You were going to kill Tamlin someday.

***

You could feel your power, rising in your body, begging to be lashed out.

As you watched Tamlin's smug smirk a lovely imagine formed in your mind. Tamlin's body burning from the inside out, his blood boiling with your flames, his flesh coming down slowly and painfully while he begged to stop. Yes, more you looked at him and more that imagine gave you comfort.

He was the one who had sold you and your sisters to Hybern. He was the one who locked Feyre inside his house, who forbade her from doing anything she wanted. He was the one who responsible for your sisters' traumas, and you were going to make him pay.

You wondered if you were imagining his sweat on his forehead, his hand coming to adjust his shirt's collar every now and then, his breath heavier with every minute. It was if for once your power had listened to you and was now doing what you wanted.

Careful, for how much I'd like to see his blood boiling up it wouldn't win you many alliances to defend the humans. Rhysand's velvet voice appeared in your head, making you blink few times before lettiing go the arms of your chair and calming your breath.

Sorry. You answered him, not feeling ashamed at all. Tamlin was targetting Rhysand too, the male who saved you and gave you a place to call home, promising you that he would keep your sisters safe.

“You’re insane,” Feyre breathed to Tamlin as Varian bared his teeth. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” Your sister pointed toward you and Nesta. “Hybern turned my sisters into Fae, after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!”

“Perhaps Ianthe’s mind was already in Rhysand’s thrall. And what a tragedy to remain young and beautiful. You’re a good actress, I’m sure the trait runs in the family.” said Tamlin with a scoff.

"It seems like you love to insinuate what an Ancheron girl want in her life and what she doesn't." You said slowly, your voice burning with fire as you locked your eyes with his. "I hope the trait doesn't ruin in your court. If you had any left after you let Hybern in their houses."

Tamlin snarled at you, and you only lift your chin higher not feeling scared or intimidated even for a moment. Many things had changed since he had come and wrecked your cottage, and now he was the one who had to be afraid.

"You'll find out, Tamlin..." said Rhysand with a bored voice. "That nothing good come out from telling an Archeron what to do. But you should already know that."

You could feel the flames inside you ready to be leashed out, but you kept them at bay, knowing that all it needed was for Tamlin to make a move toward you or your sisters and you would let them out. It wouldn't matter if you burned too, you would make sure to incinerate Tamlin.

“Pity you didn’t bring the other sister. I hear our little brother’s mate is quite the beauty.” snorted the male you had recognized as Eris. Your eyes snapped to met his and you found him already looking at you.

As soon as he had walked inside the room your brain had gone silent for a moment. He was, with your deepest annoyance, the most beautiful male you had ever seen, and that thought alone was enough to make you ashamed. You had needed few seconds to recognize who he was, and as soon as you put the name on his face you had grimaced at the thought of have called him beautiful in your mind.

You narrowed your eyes, your hands hitching from the unleashed power you were keeping inside your body. If they did as much as to hurt Elain you would incinerate all of the red haired family in front of you.

Eris seemed to understand your look, because he only smirked amused at you before Mor's voice caught his attention. “You still certainly like to hear yourself talk, Eris. Good to know some things don’t change over the centuries.”

Eris’s mouth curled into a smile at the words, the careful game of pretending that they had not seen each other in years. “Good to know that after five hundred years, you still dress like a slut.”

You had barely widened your eyes, disgusted by his words, as a flash of blue light passed in front of your eyes. A moment Eris was seated, the next he was on the ground, Azriel over him.

You hid a smirk behind your hand as you watched Azriel's hands around Eris' throat, and the heir of Autumn running out of air. It didn't matter if you had a secret alliance with him, he had no problem into proving how horrible he was.

When the alliance had been forged the Inner Circle had proceeded to tell you and Nesta what kind of person Eris was. How he had left Mor die because she had refused to marry him. How he had hunted your sister and Lucien when they were escaping the Spring Court.

So, the show that was now in front of your eyes made you amused for the first time since you had been taken from home. Your sister, Feyre, stopped Azriel and invited him to sit beside her, making all of your shift of one chair.

He sat at your right, and after a careful speech from Feyre, Eris apologized with Mor. It was curious that the Lady of the Autumn Court, Eris' mother, watched him with an approval look as he apologized. Maybe not everyone in the Vanserra family was horrible.

Around you everything was going down. Thesand had proposed an antidote for the faebane and while the Night Court was willing to try it, Beron threw free insults to your sister and Rhysand.

Thesan asked, “And you believe the human armies there will bow to Hybern?”

“Its queens sold us out,” Nesta said. She lifted her chin, poised as any emissary. “For the gift of immortality, the human queens will allow Hybern in to sweep away any resistance. They might very well hand over control of their armies to him.” Nesta looked to you, to Feyre, to Rhys. “Where do the humans on our island go? We cannot evacuate them to the continent, and with the wall intact … Many might rather risk waiting than cross over the wall anyway.”

“The fate of the humans below the wall,” Beron cut in, “is none of our concern. Especially in a spit of land with no queen, no army.”

"There are people." You said angryly while the fire run hotter inside your body. All you could see was Beron's disgusting face and his arrogance. "There are families. A moment ago you were all horrified about Amarantha killing the Winter Court's children, but now since they are humans its different?" You asked looking to every High Lords in the eyes, watching them shocked and uncredoulous. "Humans children are less than yours?" Your eyes locked with Kallias, the High Lord of the Winter Court.

"Careful with your accusation." said Kallias with a low voice.

"Careful with your next actions." You said back, letting him see the fire in your eyes, calling back your emissary voice. "How many parents had died trying to protect their kids from Amarantha?"

It was Viviane who answered, her hand closed thighly around her mate's. "All of them."

You rose your chin high, watching her right in the eyes. "Every human will fight againsgt Hybern. With or without your help, they will fight for their children, their families. And they will die too, without your help, hoping for a better future."

“So go waste your own soldiers defending them,” Beron said. “I will not send my own forces to protect chattel.”

Your eyes snapped back on him. “You’re a coward,” Feyre breathed to the High Lord of Autumn. Even Rhys tensed.

At some point Feyre hit Beron with her power, breaking his shield and trapping him in a bubble of water. Your eyebrows rose, surprised to see your sister's full powers.

Let us out, your flames begged. We will end him.

No. You couldn't let them out. Your power felt too descructive to be leasshed in a room full of people. It was better burning from the inside out rather than burning everyone you cared for.

Your sister seemed to calm down after a while, letting Beron breath again with your displeasure. How could someone so horrible be still alive after centuries? Why no one had never killed him?

The display of Feyre's power got the High Lords tensed up. She had showed them she had all their powers and not all of them were too happy.

“The power belongs to us. I think it is,” Beron seethed making you close your hands on your laps in tight fits. if he did as much as take a step toward your sister he would find that your fire was hotter and more dangerous than his.

You could feel them, the flames, starting to come out from your hands. Beron would let the humans die for his own benefits, he will never see reason.

But it was when your sister apologized to the Lady of the Autumn Court and Beron called her human filth that everythink around you exploded.

You felt your power lashing out, and as much killing Beron would only bring you happiness, there was one thing you wanted more. and it was for him to be afraid of you. So when your fire lashed out you stood up and directed it to the chair on which Beron was seated, making him fall on a pile of burning wood.

He yelled in pain. Your fire was circling him like snakes ready to strike, and it felt so good to let it out finally. The room fell quiet, everyone was looking at you but your eyes were fixed on the High Lord of the Autumn Court who now looked at you with a promise of death in his eyes.

"We are here to discuss an imminet war against Hybern." I said deadly serious while every inch of you fought to control the flames that now were out and extremely close to the Vanserra's other memeber. "But talk to my sister like that again, and next time I won't be aiming at the chair."

Beron shot to his feet, his hand still tring to make the little flames on his clothes stop, and declared to no one in particular, “This meeting is over. I hope Hybern butchers you all.”

"This meeting is not over." said Nesta raising on her feet.

She stood tall, a pillar of steel. “You are all there is,” she said to Beron, to all of them. “You are all that there is between Hybern and the end of everything that is good and decent.” She settled her stare on Beron, unflinching and fierce. “You fought against Hybern in the last war. Why do you refuse to do so now?”

Your eyes studied all the Vanserra sons, marking how Eris gestured for his brothers to sit and how his eyes met yours again. You expected to find challenge, rage for what you did to his father, but instead something fickered in his eyes. Something like...pride?

Your confusion must have shown on your face because his expression become amused, and you quickly looked away from him. You didn't want for the heir of Autumn to study you, to think you cared what he thought of you.

“You may hate us. I don’t care if you do. But I do care if you let innocents suffer and die. At least stand for them. Your people. For Hybern will make an example of them. Of all of us.” said Nesta at your side.

“And you know this how?” Beron sneered.

"We went into the Cauldron." You said, pushing away the horrible memories that came back. “It showed us his heart. He will bring down the wall, and butcher those on either side of it.”

Nesta looked to Kallias and Viviane. “I am sorry for the loss of those children. The loss of one is abhorrent.” She shook her head. “But beneath the wall, I witnessed children—entire families—starve to death.” She jerked her chin at you and Feyra. “Were it not for my sisters… I would be among them.”

She was right. You and Nesta might have been twins, but you were born few days before her and that made you the oldest, and as the oldest you had taken upon yourself to provide for your family when the money had ended.

"We are not asking you to protect them." You said firmly, taking Nesta's hand in yours while you watched every High Lord in the eyes. "We are asking you to give them a chance to survive. To fight together for your lands. They have spent centuries starving and dying while you were here with every comfort. They hate you? Yes. They will ask for your help? No. That's why we are here, because without you there will be no human left after this war."

Thesan cleared his throat. “While a noble sentiment, the details of the Treaty did not demand we provide for our human neighbors. They were to be left alone. So we obeyed.”

"Because they are scared of you." You said. "Because most of your kind have enslaved them for centuries. And they are afraid that if they let you close it will happen again. Show them they are wrong. Show them your strenght doesn't have only evil ends, but it can help to build a future where no children, human or Fae, will have to worry ever again."

"You have been entrusted with protecting this land.” Nesta scanned the faces around her. “How can you not fight for it?”

She looked to Beron and his family as she finished. Only the Lady and Eris seemed to be considering, impressed, even, by your and Nesta's speech. You met Eris' eyes again, and you looked at him determinated. He needed to convince his father to fight together, because otherwise the human lands would be reduce to ash.

You thought you had imagined it as he gave you a subt nod, masking it with his hand under his chin. What was it? A promise? Did he understand the gravity of the situantion and actually cared? Or was it only to ensure his alliance with the Night Court?

Beron only said, “I shall consider it.” A look at his family, and they vanished.

Eris stood behind just for few seconds, his eyes scanning all of us, his expression unreadable. His eyes fell on the pool in front of us, then on you and then on the pile of ashes beside him where his father had been seated. Something sparkled in his eyes as if he was understanding something, then with one last curious look toward you he vanished too.

You let out a breath you hadn't realize you were holding, and you seated on your chair again, feeling the tiredness that the leash of power left inside you. Your eyes fell on the pool, and, even if impossible, your blood froze.

There was no water left inside the pool.

That's what Eris had been looking. That's how powerful your flames had been. They had made the magic water evaporate into nothing. You looked over Thesan apogetically, but he just waved a hand as if to dismiss it while water appeared again.

At least now they know who is fighting with the humans. Maybe it was what they needed to convince themself, Rhys' voice appeared in your head with a calming tone, as if he had sensed your terror at what you have done.

What if I hurt someone of our army? You asked panicked in your head, trying to keep a neutral face while your sister was speaking to the High Lords.

I'll make sure it won't happen. Rhysand said firmly and yet kindly. I promise you.

[sturnmeovr]

Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Plan B

Your white sheets drape loosely around Matt’s waist, daring to fall each time he pumps himself in and out of you at a steady pace, going so deep he teases your cervix each time. Low, raspy grunts escape his lips with every snap of his hips, one hand glued to your waistline, not letting you squirm out from his grip one bit while the other dangerously thumbs at your clit. “Ahh! — Matt,” you croak out, your eyes low from the little ball of pleasure building up in your stomach, “I can’t — Fuck!”

You hadn’t had a senseless hook up in months, you were too focused on work and isolating yourself, you had no time for distractions. You didn’t know how you got in this position – pinned underneath your obnoxiously rude and loud upstairs neighbor whom you’ve hated up until twenty minutes ago when he was forcing his tongue in your mouth and clawing at every article of clothing you had on. 

His blue orbs suck you in much like a heavy current. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he stares down at you with a gruff expression sewn deep into his face. He was so focused on making those sweet, sacred moans roll off the tip of your tongue, he almost failed to respond. Too busy fucking you into a mindless state, studying the way your face contorted in pleasure with each thrust. It was all due to him. His mouth gapes open as your eyes roll back, "all that — Mph! — shit you were talking," he manages to get out all while plowing into your sopping cunt, "now you can't — take it, huh?"

Wetness drips from your arousal at the sound of his voice, so deep and husky like he had been holding back his groans. Your wet pussy spits out squelching sounds adding to the mixture of your heavenly moans and Matt’s thighs slapping against yours as he rams himself in and out of you. The sex sounds are so satisfying, you both find yourselves leaning in, foreheads pressed together just to watch how his cock glides in and out of your wet cunt with such ease. You look up at Matt, his eyes already fixated on your face, “look at you," he coos before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, "y’almost there for me, sweet girl?”

That euphoric feeling you had been chasing the last twenty minutes finally reaches its boiling point, sending you over the edge and making your legs shake in an uncontrollable manner. A loud mewl erupts from your lungs and your body goes limp, collapsing onto the memory foam bed beneath you as you moan out, “oh my – god!” You cling onto the bedsheets for dear life, digging your nails deep as he fucks your thru your orgasm, his thumb still working tight circles around your small bundle of nerves.

“Fuckk — y’pussy squeezing me so tight,” he drags out, his eyes clenching shut as your walls convulse around his thick shaft, the feeling becoming too much for him to handle. Matt gives you one final thrust, burying his cock so deep, your entrance sits around the base of him as he spills his full load into you, his dick twitching with each spurt of cum he shoots out. As much as he’d love to stay buried as deep as he could be in the best pussy he’s ever had, the realization quickly sweeps over his mind. Not only did he have his bitchy downstairs neighbor that he couldn’t fucking stand under his complete control, cumming so hard on his cock she was shaking, but he just came in her. He fucking came in her.

Matt tries not to let the awkward silence take over the mood. Letting exhaustion take over his body, he collapses on top of you. Your heart thumps in your chest as he presses a light sloppy kiss to your collarbone, almost like it's an apology. “Fuck, sorry. I’ll uh –,” he breathes out, his nostrils flaring in an attempt to catch his breath, “I’ll insta cart plan b.”

Meanwhile, all you could think about was his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the silky, freshly washed bed sheets below you. That asshole better buy you a plan b.

Introducing Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader

wc - 713

♡‧₊˚ New au incoming 🫣👀 ofc im still doing babydaddy!Chris, just miss writing about Matt 🥰 Let me know what you guys think?! Also want to say thank you @sweetshuga, @strnilolover & @chrislilcumslvt for their second opinions. This probably would've sat in my drafts forever if it wasn't for them lol

Posting the intro next!

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[bratisland]

Soldier Boy x Male Reader frotting h/c’s

wc: 1.3k

warnings: (1) slur lol, not proofread

a/n: i havent written in MONTHS bc of my uni exams and english isnt my first language but i really wanna promote my homosexual soldier boy propaganda so, sorry if its not good lol, my request ''rules" are on my pinned

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He has been with men before, well, it was at the first Herogasm so, to him; it doesn’t count. He was high on drugs, alcohol and sex, he isn’t a homo, he really isn’t.

So why in the fucking hell you just looking at him makes him feel some type of way? He won’t say how he feels, not in a million fucking years, he isn’t a fucking faggot it’s just- you look good for a man, that’s all there’s to it.

He’s most likely just pent up after being revived, his dick is just looking for anything to cum into. So he seeks out women, not like its ever been hard for him. It does relax him somewhat physically but his dick always stays so fucking hard, he bites his lower lip in frustration as he fists cock to completion; with how you would look on your knees, your mouth full of his cock…and that actually helps hell of a lot more than actually fucking a woman. He is so fucked.

It doesn’t really help how much you fucking look at him, normally he would just call out your bullshit but just looking at you makes his chest feel heavy, his cock stiffen and his face distorts into a scowl. Anyone looking from outside thinks that he fucking hates you so much, Butcher says to not concern yourself with it, the fucker’s old and you being queer is probably what’s got him like this. You’d wanted to stand up for yourself but you really don’t want to be torn apart by a supe who hates your fucking guts according to everyone.

It happens so fucking randomly, you’re left to babysit his old ass as the rest of the boys go out to do something– you couldn’t care less. Right now, you had more pressing matters. Like how his gaze doesn’t feel so… cold anymore. He’s been eyefucking you all day! You let out a big sigh as your clammy hands reacher for your glass, “Hey kid,” soldier boy starts and you’re so startled that he adressed you directly for the first time since you’ve met; you spill the water over yourself.

You expect a chuckle, some snarky remark or even a slur, you don’t expect his eyes drawn to your sweatpants then back to your face again, “How do you…” he clicks his tongue in annoyance with himself and the way you’re looking at him- seriously stop- “How do you… people have sex?” you let out a snort despite yourself, what the fuck is this moment you’re having?

“Like, gay sex?” He huffs in annoyance as he leans more onto the table, his relaxed demeanor gone, “obviously you fucking idiot, what else?” you roll your eyes, getting up to grab some napkins to at least dry yourself off a little, you don’t miss the way his eyes drift to your ass, you don’t point it out, “depends, some couples have strict top and bottom roles, who gets dicked down and who does it,” You don’t hear how he gets up from his chair, “some couples like to switch it up, some don’t care and do what they want to, penetration isn’t the only way t…” you’re cut off by the feel of hands caressing the sides of your thighs, your head snaps to look behind you, too look at him.

He raises his eyesbrows as if you’re the one that’s groping his thighs and ass, “dude, what the fuck are you doi…” you’re cut off as he groans (in annoyance, obviously) and turns you around, caging you between him and the kitchen counter. “What the fuck does it look like i’m doing? You’re gonna get us off, so shut the fuck up and–” his hand slides down your damp sweatpants, “stroke and touch it while you can.” 

You want to say something, do something, you really do, but look, he’s a supe and he can break you in half with one hand and he’s hot. Plus you have not gotten any action since you joined the boys, also, being soldier boy’s first proper gay awakening? That is fucking hilarious. So you do as he says and stay still and let your sweatpants drop down, of course he pulls this shit when you’re going commando.

You hear the way his breath hitches at the sight of your cock and fuck it gives you such an ego boost, yeah you’ve got a pretty dick that’s also getting harder by the minute just because he’s giving it an ounce of attention. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the infamous soldier boy’s dick, standing up in attention just because of a “fruit bowl” (his words) of a man, which in this case, is you.

He looks at you, irritation clear in his eyes as you gawk at his cock, yes it’s big and yes your reaction gets him even harder but fuck he just wants to get off at this point, “you gonna help both of us out or stand there with your mouth agape, tinkerbell?” that snaps you out of your surprise and you swallow thickly as you take his and your cock in your hand (it’s hard to- but you make do) and start to slowly strone the tips, which earns you a hiss from soldier boy. You focus your eyes on his face, hands on both of your cock’s. 

You bite your lip at how much he’s reacting to just…frotting, he must’ve been waiting for this, his hips are thrusting upwards, his hips rolling as he moans with relief everytime you stroke. 

He’s never been this horny in his damn life, the way your cock feels against his is indescribable, feels so fucking delicious is all his mush brain can muster. He groans out a fuck as your thumb ghosts over the tip, gathering the precum to get both of you slick. You would say something but you’re honestly too horny to, there’s silence besides moans and groans as you work your cock’s to finish. You feel his dick twitch against your own, his hands grip the sides of your thighs and he pulls you closer; earning a high pitches whine from you. He looks at you once, his pupils dilated with lust and want as he smashes your lips together; your cocks grinding against each other as he rolls his hips non-stop, your hands now steadying you on the counter as soldier boy grinds and rolls his hips. 

The kiss is all tongue and teeth, there’s nothing affectionate about it, just pure animalistic want. Makes you moan like a bitch into it as he overpowers you easily, his hands gripping your ass now, his tongue inside your mouth as he gives one final roll of his hips and cums with a loud ‘fuck, yes’, his voice is the thing that tips you over the edge as you cum with a low pitched whine, both of your hips spasming and stuttering as you grind onto each other and the kiss gets even deeper; refusing to part with you even when both of your t-shirts are now stained with each other’s cum. 

You sigh shakily as he finally lets you go, rudely might i add, as he pushes his hair back and gives you a look you don’t really understand, shoves you off, making you curse under your breath as the counter digs into your lower back. You watch as he just… pulls his sweats back on and takes off his t-shirt, finds cigarettes on one of the cupboards and goes outside to smoke…

“What… the fuck was that?” is all that leaves you, your dick still out and your heart beating so rapidly you think it’s gonna burst through your chest. What a mess of a man, huh.