#fuck it who cares if it's rough I'm proud of what I got so far

[lwoorl]

Super super rough homicipher animation wip

[steddieas-shegoes]

Country singer Steve Harrington, who has always leaned more into the pop country side of things (think Wanted by Hunter Hayes), but wants his third album to be more true to old school country roots.

His label agrees but only if he works with Eddie Munson, a rock star who had to leave the spotlight when he got kicked out of his band for, well, rockstar behavior gone too far.

Steve isn't amused, especially because he doesn't care for metal music or rock star shenanigans. He was "raised better" and doesn't think Eddie could sit down and write songs with actual emotion and feeling.

Cue long songwriting sessions where Eddie is trying his hardest to be on his best behavior because he knows this is his last shot at being taken seriously, and Steve being surprised every time Eddie proves that he's talented as a songwriter and musician, well outside the scope of just metal and rock.

They write a song that they're both so proud of, Steve asks if he'll record it with him just for fun. The released version would just be Steve.

Eddie agrees.

It's an incredible duet, something country music has needed forever, but Eddie doesn't want that version out there.

The label genuinely accidentally releases their version instead of the Steve only version. As soon as they realize, they remove it from official places, but it's too late.

Fans have already heard it and have gone crazy over it, begging them to let the radio play this version, begging for this version to be available for streaming. The Steve version is great, but it doesn't have the emotion that's laced in the tone of them singing together.

Eddie finally gives in when he sees how happy Steve is about the reaction to it.

But the label decides they want them to tour together, have Eddie work as his opening act, perform his acoustic songs that haven't been officially released anywhere. Eddie can't do it.

He can't go back into that lifestyle. He couldn't do it to his band, who made him promise that he'd come back to them when he got his shit straight. He can't do it to his fans, who stuck by him through some rough shit, but probably wouldn't support a fucking country music career. He definitely can't do it to Steve, who deserves to have someone with him who can be trusted not to go off the deep end.

So he runs. He hides. His uncle welcomes him home, congratulates him on finally embracing his country roots.

It doesn't take long for Steve to find him.

Because he'd been more honest with Steve than he'd ever been with anyone. He told him about his childhood, his Uncle Wayne, his struggle to make it. He told him about his worse struggle when he did make it, how he got in with the wrong people, the wrong things. Prioritized the lifestyle more than his own life.

Of course Steve knew where he'd run to.

Of course Steve came to remind him what his life could be if he allowed himself to find new priorities.

Steve's lips were pretty persuasive, but not nearly as persuasive as his promises to remind him what he could have if he kept his life his priority.

"But what if I let you down?"

"You won't."

"But-"

"No. You won't. You're gonna do amazing things for yourself. And I'm gonna be there to see it happen. That's all."

And he was.

They co-wrote Steve's entire album while Eddie worked on recording his own original songs. He liked that it was an old school rock and roll feel, some blues, some country, some hints of metal sneaking in on a couple songs.

He called his band to come help him with a song, hesitant to even ask, but they came. Of course they came.

He called his Uncle Wayne to play banjo on a song, worried that he wouldn't like the heavier electric guitar notes over it. Of course he loved being involved.

When their tour started, he let himself actually feel nervous.

But instead of running, he looked at the man who supported him through it, even when his own career was on the line.

Of course Steve was there.

[boop-le-snoot]

masterlist

dirt

sundress+no panties+daryl = uh oh...

title and soundtrack is dirt by depeche mode. you need to take depeche mode away from me tbh, I'm hung up on the exciter album writing smut when I should be making updates to my negan and ironstrange fics.

I also headcanon daryl having huge fat swinging balls for some reason and I'm so sorry you had to read that I turn into an animal when I write daryl

cw: 18+, word count 3k. a little rough (butt slaps, some bites, he calls you a "bitch in heat" and a "slut" a couple of times - lovingly of course), a little pervy (you're fucking outside and daryl eats his own come out of your pussy+breeding kink if you squint really hard).

He reaches in, fingers curling around the bunched up, patterned cotton of the dress and his mind blanks. The low growling, he realises, is coming from his own mouth.

"The fuck, girl?"

You look at Daryl over your shoulder, where the bare skin has erupted in goosebumps from his hot, humid breath. "What?"

You sound annoyed, but there's a distinctive teasing undertone to it. Your eyes are narrowed a little too much. The corners of your cherry-tinted lips are tilted upwards.

"You ripped all my damn underwear, Daryl! What did you expect?" You grouch, breaking the second of still silence. "Can't just take a stroll to Victoria's Secret anymore, can I?" Seeing his face darken even more, you hastily add, "I got a couple I wear on runs."

You sound so cute when you're annoyed, Daryl thinks, but it's overshadowed by his blood rushing in his ears, hot and fast. His cock is still pulsing in his jeans and it demands to be released.

"So you jus' walkin' 'round with allat juicy ass hangin' out fo' all da men to sniff?" Daryl feels an urge to clarify to you, what is exactly you're doing, that he's upset with. "Cuz that's exactly what all them dawgs are fuckin' doin'!" He's jealous, of course he is, but most importantly, he doesn't trust any of the men as far as he can see them.

Hell, he isn't completely sure even Rick would pass on the opportunity to get an eyeful of your soft thighs, your scrumptious ass, or your fat cunt, for that matter.

Lord knows they're the juiciest fucking things he has seen in his whole entire miserable life. Just thinking about it makes his rock hard cock twitch and release a sad dribble of pre-cum in his pants.

"Exactly, your girl!" You declare, eyeroll audible in your voice. "Nobody's seein' me without my panties 'cept you."

Daryl's only response is to hitch up the sundress higher, the movement so quick, the fabric gives a sad crack as the seams threaten to burst. Your ass is still bare, still round and smooth as ever, nobody should have this sort of curves while they're in the middle of a damn apocalypse, he thinks, and sinks to his knees and sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your right ass cheek.

You yelp at the sharp pain. You squirm, your attempt at getting away, of course, futile: your hips and waist are firmly in his grasp. Rough fingertips dig into you, just shy of painful.

"There," Daryl inches back a bit, admiring the indentations left behind by his teeth. For someone who forgets to take care of himself most days, his teeth are surprisingly straight and white and strong. And he lets you feel it. "Now if any asshole decides to go nosin' where he shouldn't, there'll be a warnin'." Daryl sounds proud of himself, which is all and all - fair.

Once the initial shock subsides, your feel your cunt lips stick together even more as your arousal oozes out of them- and down your thighs, now that there isn't any fabric to contain it all. In all honesty, you did enjoy the occasional breeze that would waft up your skirt, even if it didn't offer much respite from the sweltering summer heat.

And Daryl is definitely not helping matters, either. He's like a damn furnace, pressed up against the back of your legs, all solid bulk, breathing hot and moist into your skin, every exhale going around the curve of your ass and disappearing between your legs. He knows it the moment that you shift in place, subtly trying to widen your stance even though there is nothing more you want than to rub your thighs together to provide relief to your swollen lips and throbbing clit.

He raises a hand, wide and open-palmed, and smacks your ass. "You're such a fuckin' slut," he grouses. And your first instinct is to gasp at the offense; you hide your grin in a lip bite. Yes, yes you are. And you know it. And he knows it. Your ass cheek jiggles as he gives it another well-aimed slap. "Lookit you," Daryl presses the issue, "drippin' wet." To hammer his point home, he takes a thick, fat finger and runs it along the seam of your cunt.

It glides easily. You shudder, biting back a moan. Your legs shake just a little, but Daryl notices - he always does - and his finger dips inside your lips. The rough, calloused fingertip swipes through your labia, stopping just short of your clit. You whine and he withdraws.

His numerous knives and tools clatter as he abruptly gets up.

"You wanna be fucked, huh?" Voice quiet, Daryl's front presses to your back with a malicious intent. The prominent bulge of his erection is pushing into your back. "Is that why you goin' round naked? So anybody coulda bend you over, anytime, huh?" He reaches around you, hand blindly nosing for your face. When he finds it, he wastes no time in prying your mouth open, sticking the damp finger inside.

Your own cunt, salty and tangy, blossoms on your tongue. The gesture makes you moan around his finger and him- he sticks another one in, keeping you quiet.

"Shut the fuck up," Daryl orders. The rasp in his voice makes your knees buck and your cunt weep and he knows it. His free hand moves at your back, and with the accompanying noises, you come to realise that he's opening his pants and hurrying to free his dick.

When the damp, silky tip touches the bare skin of your ass, your body reacts before you do. Your mouth wraps tighter around his fingers. Spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth and onto his wrist. Your back arches into his body. He is just as scalding as the sun beaming down from the sky.

Daryl pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding them there until you gag. The motion makes your whole form spasm and shiver; his cock gives a responding jump of its own.

"Lookit you," he rasps directly into your ear, hot breath tickling the shell of it. "Like a fuckin' bitch in heat," he grabs the meat of your ass cheek, spreading you one-handed. His cockhead noses around the cleft, leaving a sticky trail behind itself. It dips near your cunt, adding your juices to the mix. "You want it so bad."

You do. You really, really do. But you know Daryl is mean. You love it when he's mean to you. When he is proud of the strength of his bulk, when his eyebrows draw tightly over his brilliant blue eyes and nothing, absolutely nothing can escape his predatory stare. You crane your neck, trying to look back at him, to plead with your eyes.

He gets it, because he always does. Daryl's fingers quickly leave your mouth, dragging a wet trail of spit down to your neck where his fingers wrap around it in a secure hold.

"You want it so bad, then fuckin' beg," he says the words and you immediately, greedily descend into the permitted depravity.

"Please, Daryl," your voice sounds hoarse, interrupted by hiccups as you struggle to swallow the saliva that had pooled in your mouth and around his fingers, "please, fuck me. I'll be good. Please."

You feel him fist his cock as it twitches; you can't help it, really, as you arch your back even more and push your ass against his rough hand. Immediately, he withdraws it, just to slap you again.

"You're a bitch in heat," he muses, but you can hear the beginnings of impatience in his voice. "Say it!"

He's never made you do that before. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, you gasp, part shock part offense, until you feel a drop of fluid roll out over the outer lip of your cunt and fall and disappear somewhere below you. Then it's just lust. The kind that tints the whole world red and narrows your field of vision.

"Fuckin' say it!" Daryl demands, patience thin.

You wouldn't put it past him to just shove himself in at this point. "I'm... I'm a bi- I'm a bitch in heat," you hiccup, feeling your face flood with heat. "I'm a bitch in heat, please fuck me!"

You feel his lips tilt up just the tiniest bit against your ear before he reaches back for his cock and aims it at your cunt in a single, precise thrust. You gasp and mewl as he suddenly stops halfway through. Your cunt ripples and flexes and squeezes. Daryl drops his forehead onto your shoulder, panting.

"So fuckin' tight," he murmurs, mostly to himself. You're not - he knows better, he makes sure you're not before he even thinks about sticking it in - but you are. All that blood that went straight to your cunt the moment his breath caught up in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy - It's making your cunt swell all around him.

A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, your satisfaction incomplete. You wiggle, you arch, but Daryl is as unyielding as ever.

"You take what I give you," he growls, teeth bared like an animal against your ear. Nonetheless, you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Stars burst in your eyes. You are so full, practically bursting at the seam of your cunt where his fat balls rest against the stretched hole.

Slowly, Daryl withdraws, both of you hissing at the drag of his fat cock in your engorged cunt. You may be a bitch in heat but he's every bit the stud that is just as fervent and feral to breed you. His teeth creak as he pulls back completely, leaving just his weeping tip inside of you.

And then he slams home. And again. And again. And again.

With every powerful thrust of his hips, you gasp. Quiet, pleading moans is the limit of your vocal capacity. Mouth dry, the air gets trapped in the back of your throat as your lungs demand their due.

Daryl is unrelenting. His blunt fingernails drag over the skin of your throat, leaving marks in their wake, as he makes way to your mouth.

"This is what you wanted, slut?" He pants into your hair. "Be quiet. Be really fucking quiet unless you want everybody to see what kinda..." He inhales sharply, feeling your walls flutter at the flith dripping from his tongue.

And it shouldn't make you feel the way you feel. Those fucking words just add more accelerant to the fire in the pit of your stomach, spreading it from there and up, over your face. It flames. Your hand helplessly clutches the nearest surface as you attempt to brace yourself against his thrusts and the notion that anyone could see you.

Bent over something or another, dress hiked up to your waist and Daryl's hips pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace. He didn't bother undressing save for letting his pants hang freely just below his cock and balls. Heavy, fat balls, littered with coarse dark hair, that slap against your cunt and your clit with a resounding smack every time he drives his cock inside of your cunt. The squelching noise it makes is obscene.

Another whine, and your pussy squeezes him once again, blind and hungry for release. You can feel it building steadily, deep within your abdomen.

"Fuck yeah," Daryl growls, "you fuckin' like this, don't 'cha?" He's gotten the hang of it: the dirty talk, he knows exactly how to get under your skin. He's a mean bastard with nothing close to dignity or self-respect. If anyone saw him, rutting into you, little more than two animals, he wouldn't, couldn't stop.

Daryl would stare them down up until his cock swelled and busted, depositing his seed inside your womb.

Your knees feel weak. It's getting harder and harder to keep up with him; seems like every pathetic whimper that leaves your lips only makes him meaner, stronger somehow. The grip of his hand on your hip is bruising. Daryl effectively wears you on his cock, submerging himself into the warm depths of your pulsing cunt over and over.

"Da-Daryl..." You gasp, you moan and you plead.

He doesn't stop. He merely handles you into a different angle, the one that hits that special spot inside of you with every powerful thrust. He is mean, but he is also fair.

"Gonna cream my cock?" He barely makes sense to himself, the words that his dry mouth garbles seem to have a mind of their own. "Gonna be good, girl? C'mon."

"Ah," you want to say yes, you want to affirm, but all that comes out of your mouth are garbled, unintelligible noises of pleasure. But Daryl sees it. It's in the way your arch becomes near-painful, body overtaking your mind. Even the slightest bit of pain blends into hot-blinding pleasure. You don't know where what ends and begins.

It begins somewhere behind your cunt. The contractions start slow and aching, and every punch of his cock to your guts intensifies the feeling tenfold, until every last inch of your cunt is squeezing around him in that same arduous, suckling rhythm. It's like your pussy is nursing at his cock, attempting to suck his life out of him and deposit it into you.

The pleasure is like a wall of fire and water. Your chest blooms with it, but your extremities swarm with pinpricks. Mouth parted in a silent scream, you sway forward, managing to catch yourself on your elbows at the last moment.

The man behind you doesn't care. He's way past caring, having had started chasing his release the moment your cunt enveloped his cock in a vice grip. The meat of it is sensitive and he spends the few inches to the finish line gracelessly mashing it inside of you, accompanied by the sound of wet flesh meeting even wetter, sloppier flesh.

"Take it, fuckin' take it," you hear him gasp through your stupor before that familiar, warm rush floods your cunt. His cock twitches, once, twice, three times, each forceful throb followed up by more and more seed being pumped into the depths of you.

Against your back, Daryl sags and pants out his excerption. Like a dog. His wet nose leaves sweat stains on your back where he nuzzles into you.

Your knees shake as you struggle to hold up his weight, and then your legs completely turn to mush when droplets of his cum escape your cunt as his spent cock slips out. You know you should be worried about stains in unsightly places but somehow, you can't bring yourself to care.

Daryl notices this, of course. His bulk slides off you; you hear him quickly shove himself back into his pants before his ass hits the ground with a loud thud. Next to you, of course, his stubbly, prickly cheek rubbing over the skin of your leg. He places a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, and then another.

You know the drill. It's hard for him to find words, sometimes, after a scene like that. It's the intensity of it, the forceful ejection of him out of his head where he spends most of the time, that renders him speechless. Daryl is forced to feel - good things. It's not something that he is used to.

Your skirt is still around your waist and the hot sun is shooting lasers directly at your ass and pussy. You've managed to get your bearings enough to feel at least a little self-conscious, a little exposed. Your combined fluid still drip from you and for a split second, you think about pulling up your panties to try and at least somewhat contain the mess.

Right, you sigh to yourself. It makes your exhausted body twitch and sag even more.

Daryl gently pushes away your hand that was attempting to pull the dress over your ass. You freeze; he smiles against your skin, a little closed-lipped grin that makes something warm and fuzzy make a nest inside your chest. That quickly turns into a startled gasp as his fingers glide through the mess of your cunt.

You're spent. Exhausted. So sensitive, his rough skin practically hurts on your hole and clit.

But Daryl gets it. You get him, and he - he gets you. His hot breath fans over your pubic hair and it's all the warning you get before he opens his mouth wide, flattens his tongue and licks. You've made a big mess and there is a lot to take care of, but if there's anything about Daryl that you know, is that he's thorough at what he does.

In no time, he's got his tongue shoved down your cunt as far as it would go, curling against your walls, lapping up his and your cum like your pussy is an all-you-can-eat-buffet and what's inside of it is sugar and spice and everything nice.

But it's not enough. It's not anywhere near your clit, or any other place that could make you produce more of the cream he's feasting on. Idly, you think about who's the real bitch in heat here, but push out your hips to meet his face nonetheless. You can be mean too. If you want to.

I don't know what to say for myself

[moraxsthrone]

Kaeya fluff? Hell yeah

Imagine being the one person Kaeya leans on. For real, this man trusts no one and thought he would trust no one until you showed up. Now here he is, venting about his rough day at work while you run your fingers through his hair, reminding him just how much you love him. Maybe it's just me, but I think this man would MELT if you told him you want him romantically. Like, he's proud of how he can make you scream his name and all but having you say that you would be with him even without that? The man's dead, you killed him, but maybe he'll come back to you for a kiss ;)

Sorry, I don't think this is what you were asking for, but hope you like it anyhow?

anonnnnnn??? this is PERFECT!! it's even better than what i wanted?? skskskskssss. bless you, child, for leaving such a sweet delicacy in my ask box! 🥹💙

CW/NOTES — mention of sex but otherwise sfw. themes of low self-worth, abandonment issues, imposter syndrome (kaeya, not reader). fluff/comfort. gn! reader.

no, hun, it's not just you. you see, i've got quite a soft spot for lowkey insecure kaeya. it only makes sense??

i touched on this in my previous post, but i think kaeya secretly worries that you'll come to your senses one day and decide that being with him is more trouble than he's worth? he's scared shitless that he's inherently disposable (after what his bio father - and later, diluc - did to him) and probably suffers from a massive case of imposter syndrome when you tell him you're in love with him.

i think a big reason why he "peacocks" so much is bc he knows he's beautiful on the outside but thinks he's ugly on the inside and not worth sticking around for. beneath that cocky façade, there's a little boy who's terrified of being left all alone again. so he overcompensates by using his good looks and charming smile to win ppl over bc deep down he thinks that's all he's got going for him. of course you want to fuck him, he thinks. who doesn't?

but YOOOO when you touch his soul and kiss his scars, and you hold his heart in your hands like it's the most precious thing you've ever held? <i'm trying not to fucking cry here 😅> you hold it so close to your own heart and take care of it like it's yours (it is now, as far as he's concerned btw), kaeya fucking freaks the fuck out. he knows how to lose people. he's all too familiar with being discarded and abandoned.

but what he's NOT used to is being seen, accepted, and loved for exactly who he is, right to his very core. the first time you spend the night with him without having sex, he doesn't even sleep. he just lies there and watches you as tears blur his vision. he holds you and breathes in the scent of your hair as he kisses the top of your sleepy head, quietly thanking his stars for you and hoping his sniffling doesn't wake you up.

he'll know how it feels to be loved unconditionally and it's all bc of you. trust, this man will never step out of your relationship or do anything else to jeopardize what he has with you.

you're his home now, his center.

you're his present and his future.

you're his whole fucking life, his everything.

you're his person, the one who has his head in your lap, slowly brushing the tangles out of his hair with your fingers, leaning down to kiss his forehead and reminding him how much you love him. even and especially on his bad days when he needs that reminder the most.

[totally-a-different-person]

The paultryk stans are dying for some nsfw content aka me just me I beg for more 🫧🖤

I love writing for Paul and Pat man they're so underrated, we really need more characters that so fucking silly, we need more goofy idiots, more absolute fools. So I'm always happy to provide! (Nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

Paul pretty much ran back to his quarters once he got back, he didn't care how it looked or what the other soldiers would think if they saw him. He had been out getting supplies with Yuu when he got a call from red leader. Patrick also worked today but he was on an actual mission instead of just maintenance jobs. Their cover got blown and Pat didn't know at first so they were able to spike his drink with an aphrodisiac. It was likely just an attempt to make it harder for him to be a threat, but thankfully they made it back fine.

Tord didn't give him much information over the phone, just that he should get back quickly. He'd done the examination himself, after all Patrick was one of his most important soldiers and a close friend, he wanted to make sure he was alright.

Paul tried to be quiet as he opened the door to their bedroom, their living quarters were nicer than most of the others simply because they were high ranking. They didn't even have to have any bunkmates if they didn't want to, Paul and Pat just liked sharing a room though.

Pat was laying in the bed but he wasn't asleep, just shifting and trying to get comfortable, but honestly it felt impossible like this. He was happy to see Paul though, the shorter shutting the door behind him and walking up to the bed to put a hand on his lover's face, mostly to check if he was warm. "Hey, I'm here" he spoke softly, Pat smiling a bit and leaning up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

One thing Patrick would always appreciate so much about his boyfriend was that while he was often silly and more laid back in a way that helped Pat balance out some, he also knew just how to be serious when it mattered. The kiss was short, and incredibly sweet and tender, Paul breaking the connection but not moving away from the other "So what's going on? Are you gonna be ok?"

Pat swallowed thickly and nodded "Y-yeah, I'm gonna be fine, Tord said it was some kind of aphrodisiac, but there's nothing we can do to stop it" his already rather flushed cheeks just went more red as he explained, again shifting his legs under the covers. Paul nodded sympathetically, he wanted to hug his boyfriend and squeeze him, but didn't know if that would make it worse, it was so nice to know he was ok though.

"alright, good, is there anything I can do to help then?" He offered with a little smile, but the taller just blushed deeper, ears bright red at this point "Uh, well... Tord said that as far as he knew there would be no harm in... Indulging" obviously it was terribly embarrassing, but he was so hard it hurt and felt like he was on fire, desperate to have his boyfriend's cool hands on his body. Paul laughed softly, getting on the bed as well, on his knees over his boyfriend who stared up at him with his beautiful green eyes.

"You want me to touch you? Do you think it will help?" Patrick nodded quickly, and in truth sure he had absolutely no idea if it would but his body was begging for it. Paul shifted some and sure enough he could feel the taller man's erection under him in the blankets. "Why don't you say please then?" He smirked slightly as he started gently removing the covers from Pat.

The look he received from his lover told him right away that it was not the fucking time, and he backed down right away, doing his best not to laugh "alright alright, I'm sorry. But you shouldn't act so proud, you know you'll be begging later, I bet I won't even have to tell you to" he smirked as he spoke, gently running his hands down Pat's ribcage making him shudder as he mumbled "sh... Shut up"

Paul's rough hands squeezed and caressed the taller's hips for a moment before gently taking his leaking cock in one hand, giving a little sigh and mumbling "oh sweetheart..." an expression of sympathy settling on his features before glancing back up to Pat's face as he started carefully stroking the shaft "will you hand me the lube love?" The other soldier didn't say anything, just quickly reaching into the drawer next to their bed and handing Paul the bottle.

Paul knew that he likely wasn't in the mood to be toyed with, laughing softly and getting comfortable between his legs once the covers were out of the way. The shorter leaned in to place a kiss on Pat's chest, said man turning a deep shade of red. He didn't say anything, but his lover had a sneaking suspicion he just didn't wanna admit that Paul had been right

He was thanked with a kiss on the cheek, which doubled as an apology for having to let his dick go for the moment. Sure enough Pat seemed very sad, but just gave a sad desperate huff and laid down completely again. The shorter opened the lubricant, pouring some on his fingers, then some directly onto his boyfriend's cock making him jump a bit.

"Calm down, don't worry, I'll take care of you~" He spoke sweetly, using his clean hand to take Pat's twitching member again to start stroking again, much more comfortably now with the lube. "O-oh, oh Paul~" He breathed, biting his lip and moaning softly, seeming beyond relieved to finally receive the stimulation he was so desperate for.

"That's right" Paul said softly, having the other spread his legs a little more before slipping two fingers in which earned him a very happy sounding gasp. He stroked Pat with the same pace that he moved his fingers, gently stretching him and opening him up as he moaned and buried his face and the pillow next to him, gripping it tight with one hand. He was even more responsive than usual, it was cute though.

The lanky soldier melted when he added a third, it felt so unbelievably good but the pressure from before wasn't being released, if anything it felt like it was building up more. "F-fuck... Paul, more, please" he requested softly, peeking out of the pillow to give his lover a desperate look that was impossible to refuse.

Paul was searching for the man's prostate as he curled his fingers and received a loud moan. He felt Pat's cock twitch in his hand as he found the little bundle of nerves, the polish man nearly screaming into the pillow as he bucked his hips. The shorter only got to press against it once more before Pat came, blowing his load all over the pilots hand with a sweet and shaking moan.

He was breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling with hazy eyes before gently letting them flutter shut. He could feel feel his fantastic lover gently stroking him through his orgasm. Though the dull green eyes shot open when he felt the fingers pull out of him and Paul's hand let his dick go. He quickly sat up a bit, urgency in his eyes as he did "w-wait don't st-" "I know, I know" Paul quietly hushed him, having only taken his hand back to take his own pants off.

"I've got you..." The mumbled as he pressed his completely hard dick against Pat's hole, watching as he calmed back down, nodding quickly and spreading his legs more. The shorter took that as a sign that it was fine, pushing inside of him relatively slowly and watching as Patrick threw his head back.

"Oh fuck- P-Paul more, please" he was panting, and Paul didn't hesitate to comply with the request, pushing it the rest of the way in moving right away, holding his hips as he gave a few long hard thrusts. Patrick arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut, one hand grabbing desperately onto the blanket and the other coming up to hold Paul's shoulder, gripping tight and pulling him a little closer.

The soldier moaned and cried out every time Paul shoved it inside of him. He whimpered and spread his legs further, not looking his lover in the eyes as he panted, sheepishly asking him to go faster. The shorter felt his heart flutter in his chest listening to the sweet tone of Pat's voice. Paul just thought he sounded so cute, he sped up right away, earning a loud, gorgeous moan with his name comfortably laced in.

He felt his lover's legs hook around his waist, only encouraging him to go harder. Patrick felt like his skin was on fire everywhere his boyfriend's hands touched him and it was the most addicting feeling in the world. He needed it to survive, if he couldn't breathe Paul in for one second it would surely kill him.

As Paul set his brutal and rough pace that he stayed consistent with Pat just allowed himself to melt. He gave desperate, whiney moans every time it was pushed into him, voice starting to get slightly hoarse as he felt his peak approach again, not really used to being so loud. But he hardly cared.

The feeling of his orgasm building was so much more satisfying with Paul inside of him. Being able to hear the pleasure in his boyfriend's voice as he huffed and grunted, his fantastic cock pounding into Pat's warm tight hole. This was perfect. This was what he needed. And then he felt it pull out, and his previously half lidded eyes that were glazed over with bliss shot open.

He tried to sit up some to look at Paul alarmed "What are you doing?? Y-you said you wouldn't-" he was cut off as the shorter flipped him over, putting him on his knees then slamming back into him causing him to nearly scream as it pressed right into his sweet spot. It was embarrassing, but Patrick kind of forgot how easily Paul could toss him around like that just since he was taller. But really he was very light, and the soldier had pretty great upper body strength so it should have been no surprise.

The sub didn't think it could possibly get better, but now he could stuff his face in a pillow, and it was so much deeper, and Paul had the mobility to fuck him even harder. The shortest of the two was starting to get really close as well, one hand tightly gripping Pat's hip as he jammed it into him, and the other came up to grab his hair, the man's eyes shooting open as he realized what was coming.

Paul got a good grip on the dark locks then tugged hard enough to lift Patrick's head out of the pillow as he pushed it as deep as he could. Pat screamed, loud enough that the other soldiers could definitely hear them if it was quiet enough, and came pretty much right away, making a mess of the bedsheets beneath him.

The pilot didn't let go of his hair, but stopped pulling and just shoved his face into a pillow. He thrusts were getting sloppy and inconsistent before finally pushing as deep as he could and releasing inside of his lover, the man giving a pleasant little whimper. They stayed put for a little while, and Pat couldn't have been happier. He felt so much better now. Paul pulled out, affectionately rubbing his hips before guiding him to properly lay down. He cleaned the other up gently with tissues on their bedside table before throwing them away and coming to lay down with him.

He wrapped his arms around Pat from behind and rested his chin on the man's shoulder and feeling the way the other leaned into him. "You feeling any better?" He asked, looking up at him. The green eyed man nodded with a little smile "Yeah, a lot better, thank you"

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x16

*this episode put me through it, also the character building for Lois is perfection (also, if you see any typos just close your eyes, it was late and I was emotional)*

Clark looks so suspicious😭😭 Jonathan too, the way he's eyeing that food lmaooooo

Please😭

"I'm willing to sleep in the barn." "No that's okay, Lois can sleep in the barn." LOL Clark

sass levels through the roof today for him

Look at how proud Lois is listing all of Lucy's achievements😭 She's the best wtf I love her

"Wow, that's impressive. What happened to Lois?"

He has the time of his life dragging her PLS

"You're gonna find that Clark's charm is an acquired taste, much like his sense of fashion." he had that coming

Lois said TRY ME BISH

pls even Lucy is noticing the tension😭

she wasn't playing with that shoulder punch💀

Yeah, Jason is not letting those stones go💀

I really feel for Lana, I feel like she just lives in constant fear bc there's always some weird shit happening around her

Lucy flirting with Clark, just pls no💀

"Lois I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but ever since Lucy came to town you've been grumpier than normal."

I love this whole conversation between them🥹

Also Clark making it so obvious he's an only child from a loving family, bless him

"You might be a little rough around the edges but as far as sisters go, Lucy could do a lot worse." EXACTLY

anyone who has Lois in their life won the lottery, not even an exaggeration she's the absolute best🤷🏻‍♀️

"I guess there was just a part of me that was always jealous she got out and I didn't."

LOIS BBY LET ME HUG YOU LET ME LOVE YOU

the way she's like 'oh fuck I was vulnerable, gotta blast🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️', same Lois, same

Clark looks so worried too😭

this is so wholesome🥹

I think those electric shocks left him with some permanent damage because Jason seems obsessed now👀

Okay let me rephrase, he doesn't just seem obsessed, he's completely unhinged. They fried his brain🤡

Clark is in disappointed dad mode again, he's so natural at it too😭

"You're not mom alright, so stop trying to be." That hurt me personally, goddamn

LMAOOOOO

also, is this the first episode where we see Lex and Lois in the same frame?👀

Lucy you snake

LOIS DON'T YOU EVER SAY OR THINK THAT

To everyone who contributed to her feeling this way, I just want to have a talk

This is breaking my heart, the world doesn't deserve her😭😭

Their dad really failed at parenting HARD

no because this hurts fr, I want to hug her so bad

she deserves to know that she's wanted and loved, SOMEBODY TELL HER

I can't get over the fact that she thinks that her life is less important than that of her sister

Clark defending Lois is something that can be so personal😭 (She deserves a good support system and friends who have her back idc)

I'm getting very emotional about this excuse me

You know I love a character when I need everyone else to love them too. Like I need every other character on this show to appreciate how amazing Lois is.

"I'm a product of my father's breeding. He needed an heir. But your parents chose you out of love."

No because that's so important and I think it explains why both Lex and Lois are so (for the lack of a better word) fascinated with the Kents.

(ok I paused the episode and wrote like 4 paragraphs of character analysis prompted by that quote but idk what to do with them and if they make any sense, maybe I'll make a separate post🤡)

I need you guys to understand how much it means to me that he really cares about Lois😭

Not even in any sort of romantic context, just that someone genuinely cares if she's okay or not because she's obviously never really had someone take care of her😭😭😭

I mean listen, good for Lionel that he's not an absolute monster anymore but he really needs to stay out of Lex's business💀💀

WAIT A MINUTE HOLD ON.

HOLD ONNNNNN

Did Lana vandalize her own apartment? Or did she just hide the stone and whoever searched for it didn't find it? In any case she's learning how to play the game, good for her😌😌

Okay, first of all: More reasons to love Lois, she's self-aware and she can admit when she's wrong about something. Seriously I love her.

Second: Again, they way she's ready to be kicked out of the farm for something that wasn't even her fault??? MR. SAM LANE, SAMMY, GENERAL LANE, I'D LIKE TO HAVE SOME WORDS WITH YOU. Seriously though, this speaks volumes about how she grew up and it breaks my heart.

Third: The way she tries to be so casual and 'Lois' when she says it, I have very similar defense mechanisms and again, it hurts my heart.

"Yeah... actually I came here to tell you we have food in the oven if you're hungry."

Lois learning what unconditional love looks like through the Kent family is the only thing that matters to me, actually

"You know, all these years I thought I had my sister pegged but... in reality? She's a complete stranger to me." "Even if that were true, I think that if she called you tomorrow you'd be there in a second to help her."

I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW, HE DOES KNOW HER😭

SHE KNOWS HIM TOO😭😭

"I guess that explains why we're friends." "Oh, we're friends now?" "Well, I mean, I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Yes you are and I'm so glad bc you're the most amazing people to ever exist😭

Clark deserves someone like Lois in his life and Lois deserves someone like Clark in her life, yes I'm on the verge of tears AND WHAT ABOUT IT

CHEMISTRYYYYY

shoulder punch my beloved🥹

CHEMISTRYYYYYY

do you think these people knew they just created perfection?😭

🎶now it all begins🎶

written in the stars and all that, I love my OTP

More importantly though, I love Lois Lane she's everything and she deserves all the love in the world.

[cinhomi]

hi aurora my sweetheart! how was your day? I hope you're doing better, hang in there my love <3 you're doing so well and I'm so proud of you 💓

swinging by to drop this hard thought for you...chan with a husband kink. a sexually charged tug of war you play with him where he's utilizing everything in his arsenal to make you call him husband...pinning you against the wall, teasing you, going as far as to edge you. he'd go feral once the word finally slips put from your lips avshsbssnsn

for some reason I also really want to give hyunjin kisses. like smother his face in kisses he just deserves so much love TT

- titracha nonnie

HQKZHQYSI YOU'RE ALWAYS SO SWEET I LOVE YOU ‼️‼️‼️ I hope you're okay my precious nonnie :( 🫶 my day was suuuper okay, thank you for always askingggg 🩷

delish thot as always.

"Mhmh, I'll be there with my husband... sure, thank you, see you later!" and you find yourself being late because he railed you into oblivion in the living room, right where you had that call.

"Oh my god hi!! It's been so long!! How are y- oh right this is my husband, Chan" and you later lay on the backseat of your car with your legs up in the air and his face right between them.

"Mommy, why you always kiss Daddy?" "Because he's my husband and we love each other a lot!" you explain to your child, not knowing Chan was listening in the hallway. Ooh you have to be extra careful while you cook, making sure your baby is watching their fav cartoon, because Chan won't deprive himself of a quickie in the kitchen ;)

we already talked about being a stay-at-home wife for him and being like super ready to spread our legs and get on our knees with a simple look from him, getting wet when he fixes stuff, when he takes firm decisions... but he'd really be just the same. if you're cooking, if you enter the house with groceries, oh he gets so flustered. with Chan it's the concept of being married and call each other husband and wife that is special, and arousing. if you two happen to fight you know you can make up the same night with rough passionate sex instead of doubting you'll see each other for days. the trust, relying on the other, being connected for the rest of your lives... Chan will never want a divorce. It's you that have come up with it if you really want it because he will never consider it.

don't get me started on how he acts when he sees your rings... oh my god he's a beast. just, imagine intertwining your hands together as he fucks into you, deep and slow, lips parted and brows furrowed, and he picks up speed when he sees the shiny gold metal <3

I mean he's whipped. you are so whipped. sometimes you deny his title to him and he has to be mean and make you desperate to hear the word slip from your lips that he loves so fucking much. and a "my" and "mine" here and there and he'll stuff you full until the first rays of the sun intrude in your bedroom.

you're needy? address him as "my husband".

"how was my husband today at work?" "what's my husband doing right now?" "my husband is so handsome this morning."

he'll get on his knees for you. hell he will take you against the wall. on the floor. in a bathroom. in the laundry. if you texted, you have to expect to be fucked with your face against the entrance door, there's no way he'll make it to any other place inside the house.

I THINK I GOT A LITTLE BIT CARRIED AWAY OKAY OH GOD maybe I'm the one who's got a husband kink at this point idk IDK

kissing Hyunjin 😊🩷 juicylipsracha assembled in this post lol

anyway yeah kissing Hyunjin we both have very full lips SO so I think I'd, like, explode but I actually kind of don't care???? he's sexy I'm sexy we should kiss???? everyone that reads my posts is sexy so we all should kiss Hyunjin. pepper his face and also suck his tongue. I might be horny so don't look into that last part too much thank you. hmpf. kissing Hyunjin... I won't think about anything else all day and it's your fault I love you.

[iravaid]

Oh man, now after reading your reply all i can think about is tommy in his twenties, having reached a place where he’s been through rehab and a whole bunch of therapy and has more knowledge of autism/aspergers and a greater understanding of mental illnesses and disabilities in general after having been forced to confront his own trauma and his struggles with addiction and whatnot, etc, reflecting on his relationship with simon and their childhood and all the mistakes and baggage those memories carry, and trying to reach out and talk with simon about it all, except of course simon doesn’t want to hear it at all, because the past should remain in the past, why would you go digging up things that best remain buried and forgotten?? And if that weren’t enough to send him running for the hills, tommy’s subtle comments about the autism thing would definitely get his fight or flight instincts kicking into high gear, because, sure, he might be awkward and blunt and not great in social situations, but that’s fine, that shit doesn’t matter in the military, not when he’s this damn good at his job, and it’s not like he gives a shit about playing the politics game and climbing up the ladder until he can laze about in some cushy office chair rubbing elbows with the brass or whatever, so it’s fine, he might be fucked in the head but he’s not sick or anything, he’s not some sort of nutcase, he’s not

Augh, absolutely, there's something very interesting in the concept of Tommy ultimately ending up better adjusted (relatively) than Simon by the time both of them are adults. Especially regarding self acceptance and unpacking the ableism they were raised with. I'm going to enter headcanon delusion land because we know next to nothing about Tommy so a quick warning on that lmao, but, we ball.

Although Tommy has had this immensely rough start, struggling with addiction and the feelings on inadequacy that might arise from living in his brother's shadow all his life, he's also been given the space and counselling that equipped him with better coping skills and vocabulary to both verbalise and recognise what happened to him and Simon as kids. I like to also think that, for a myriad of reasons and a myriad of people, Tommy has made that conscious effort to heal as well, to improve and try his damndest to break the cycle of abuse (even if that effort was ultimately cut short by forces far outside his own control.).

I'm not trying to say that Simon himself is actively perpatuating it, but he's had next to no guidance regarding the navigation of his own trauma, nor mightn't he fully recognise how deeply a 'bad childhood' might have effected him. I also see Simon's joining the army as both a blessing and a curse for him, because it probably did save his life: he got away from his dad, got strong enough to cast his father out of his home and life, got enough money to support the family that mattered to him and step up to be the 'man of the house', in his eyes. But it also, predictably, created a kind of situation where Simon got caught up in this machismo echo chamber/mob mentality reinforcing the more aggressive/violent aspects of himself in this wild cycle of adrenaline and dopamine and psoitive reinforcement for a mission well done. Rinse and repeat for two decades, and there's a guy with a lot of his self worth tied up in conventional but ultimately detrimental masculine qualities; where he's possibly too proud to recognise he's actively hurting from the things that happened to him as a child, let alone reach out to anyone in order to begin processing it in a constructive way. Why should he? He's Lieutenant fucking Riley.

It's a very interesting contrast, to me, that while Simon is the one who started out the more stable of the two brothers, the script is flipped between them when Simon returns from Roba's captivity. I wonder if Tommy feels a sense of eagerness to repay the debt he feels he owes Simon, for the former taking care of him during his recovery as a teen. I wonder if Simon feels resentful for 'losing' his place as the Riley patriarch/protector/provider to his younger brother, who got married and had a son and carved a place in the community for himself, all while Simon was running from his issues on some battlefield, in turn being greviously harmed by it and now has to battle with his own recovery.

They have such capacity for very deep love, they're connected both by their brotherhood and by the immense hurt their father caused. They also hold as deep a capability for harm and anger against the other, "This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him." kind of deal. Idk, ghost of their father still lingers where the skin is thin, and their shared proximity makes it seep. lol, lmao even

Augh, but I'm rambling, the thought of Tommy trying to gently broach the subject of autism/being autistic, and Simon having that kneejerk reaction of hypervigilance, aggression, anger at being 'accused' of such a thing, man. A constant cycle of trying to reach out and rejecting and reaching out and rejecting!! If only they had more time, maybe something kinder could have happened

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello! So what if one night Levi went really overboard with punishing her, for eg. beating her up, hitting her with a belt, then rough sex, and at last making her sleep on the cold floor the whole night (without any clothes or blanket.) So as a result the next day when she wakes up she is really sick and weak. She has a very high fever, injuries from the previous night, etc. She is delirious and can't even sit up on her own and Levi starts getting concerned. He has to take care of her, feed her, give her medicine, dress her wounds, etc. Thank you 😊

Levi x Evelyn -> In Sickness

(A/N: Oh this is a really cute idea! Levi having a heart for once and showing an ounce of what it means to be a decent person is great all around. The consequences to his actions showing themselves is m favourite thing. Also this might be a tad shorter.)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, implied domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, misogyny, yandere themes/behaviours, etc.

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Levi stretches, he hadn't had that good of a sleep in a long time. Maybe it was the violent nature of it all, but he always felt better after a long night of putting his wife in her place. It was a good way to keep his urges in check, make sure he didn't fly off the handle at someone he wasn't supposed to. She could take it, that's what was great about her. She could take him the way he was and bounce back, resilient.

"Did you have a good rest my dear?" He says with a smirk, rising out of bed to see her on the floor, shivering and still naked.

She doesn't respond, shaking and muttering deliriously.

"Get up woman." He slides out of bed, nudging her with his boot, getting irritated when she didn't respond. "So what, now you can't move or respond to me? Did I go too hard on you precious baby?"

He smirks and feels her cheek, his smile vanishing as he feels the warmth in it. Then he feels her forehead, concern growing in his face as it's even warmer than her cheeks. Something was wrong here, something was really wrong.

Heart pounding, Levi lifts her up and tucks her into the bed on his side, pulling the blankets up to her chin. He'd gone too far, that's what he got for doing a punishment after sneaking more than a few shots at his desk.

"Sweetheart?" He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. "Wake up it's me."

She keeps her eyes closed but the slight shift in breathing notifies him that she's awake. "I feel awful Levi.."

He sighed with relief that she wasn't too delirious. "I know honey, just lie still, I'm going to take care of you."

"But you have to work-" She tries to sit up but Levi quickly pushes her back down.

"Rest. That's not up for debate."

She sighs, resigned to lie back on the pillows while Levi hurries around like a madman looking for all the things he needs.

"I'm such a fucking idiot-" He mutters to himself, placing the cold compress on her head. He couldn't apologize directly, she'd let it get to her head, then all his hard work would be ruined. He'd come this far, he couldn't let a simple mistake like this ruin it all.

Evelyn was in and out of sleepy delirium, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. She felt the coolness on her head, followed by the sting of her injuries being cleaned. Each jab of pain was met with a soft kiss of comfort, she'd never seen him be so calm and loving to her. It was as if he was sorry for treating her the way he did the night before and was now making up for it. But Levi would never, he was too arrogant and proud.

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She woke up to him gently shaking her awake, he looked, concerned, worried for her. Ironic considering he was the one who had done this to her.

"Here. Take this." As he held the spoon with some awful smelling liquid on it she turned away, making a disgusted face. "Stop being difficult and take your fucking medicine. It'll help with the pain at least."

Again she turns away, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance before he grabs her jaw and forces her mouth open, making her swallow the contents.

"I said take it, you just made me do it the hard way." He sets the spoon down before looking at her once more. "Can you sit up at all?"

She tries to a few times before he just lifts her, propping up pillows behind her and laying her body back down.

"There." Levi takes out a clean spoon and dips it in what appears to be broth, blowing gently on it to cool it down. "You need to eat something, you're going to become skin and bones at this rate."

She complies, and soon he's feeding her one spoonful after another until it's finished, a small look of satisfaction on his face.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He moves the pillows, sliding in behind her and supporting her weight with his chest. "Now lets take care of that rat's nest."

With the most gentle of care Levi brushes her out of control mane, a curled mess from sleeping. His strong hands get out every tangle don't pull on her hair. He brushes it and then braids it down her back.

"Now it'll be out of the way."

She hesitates before replying. "Thank you Levi."

He says nothing and nods, having her lay against hist chest, listening to his breathing. Slowly she feels her eyes start to droop, and Levi hums to her softly. "Sleep sweetling..." He whispers as the rest of the world fades.

[cousticks]

Fave character and why (overall)

What type of characters do you typically enjoy? (for me i usually like dead characters because of their... idk there's just so much to work w there 😭 like so many things for interpretation/potential)

What got you into bsd

What got you into tumblr

Can you give at least one tip or advice on how to recover from a hyperfixation on something when u need to be productive?

Are you better at writing or drawing?

If you could choose, which would you be better at?

Do you like painting?

Are your friends nice?

Forgive me for the random asks. jus answer the ones you want to ty ❤️

Is it weird if I answer all of them? I think all of these are fun to answer so I'm gonna answer all of them. Tysm!!

Favorite character overall is... really difficult. I like so many different characters for so many reasons across so many different medias. Even choosing a favorite from BSD is wildly difficult. Of all characters ever, one of my favorites is Cal Trask from John Steinbeck's East of Eden (the book, not the movie, even though he is played by James Dean). East of Eden is one of my favorite books ever, and most of the incredible themes in it, all of the cycles it represents, as well as the cycles it finally breaks, are done through Cal. He struggles with being good despite a thematic predisposition to being anything but throughout his portion of the novel doomed-by-the-narrative style, until at the end the resolution is that... he doesn't have to be either, he only really has to be him. I love that book dearly and could talk about its themes for hours (and have!). As far as favorite BSD characters specifically, that's near impossible for me to say, but a rough top-group would include Kyusaku, Kouyou, Dazai but specifically mafia era, Kunikida, and Albatross. I don't have any really good reasoning for those top favorites beyond "hehe, I like them," honestly.

I usually enjoy characters that it takes a while to piece together their motivations. Morally grey. And I mean actually morally grey, not the asshole-that-does-nice-things antihero type. I like characters that make me want to think about them and piece them together and study them like bugs under a magnifying glass until they start to catch on fire. Dudes who suck but have so much potential to be more. Make me have to justify why I enjoy them in front of a board of directors. I love to be able to fill in between the lines.

A former friend group got me into BSD back in 2019 because they were all watching it and I happened to have the time and energy to. The sheer amount of media to consume & intrigue of the characters is what made me stay, though.

This is horribly embarrassing but my first stint on Tumblr ~7 or 8 years ago was sparked by learning that the Onceler fandom existed and being absolutely fascinated by it. It was already dying out by this point, so I wasn't active or anything in it, but I thought the way people interacted across blogs to make these wild stories was so fascinating. Specifically the Truffula Flu zombie arcs. I was a Camp Entre loyalist. A couple years later I accidentally deleted my blog and didn't get active on Tumblr again until a little over a year ago, though, when I wanted to start engaging with the fanbases some media I was fixating on at the time.

If I could figure out the secret for recovering from a hyperfixation in a productive way I would be a much more functional person. Sometimes I'm able to approach things with an "if you can't beat it, join it" mentality, and can come up with ways to connect my current task to whatever I'm fixating on. Here's the secret: you're allowed to be cringe with it. If you need to do the dishes and need to make it a mental competition for "oh boy I need to be less of a disaster than Dazai its fucking on" or "I need to do my math homework so Kunikida will be proud of me" or "gotta do my laundry... I gotta be dressy for my port mafia work attire..." then do it. Who cares. That doesn't work all the time, but it can work sometimes. And when it doesn't? I normally just try to clear my mind entirely by doing something that sucks so much I can't think of anything except how it sucks. For me its cardio. I hate cardio exercise. But if I go on a jog and come back I a) feel a little better and more functional because I went on a stupid exercise for my stupid mental health, b) got some of the excess fixation energy out, and c) that sucked so bad i would literally rather do Anything else i might as well be fucking productive. These are not sure-fire ways but they help me. And my most important one? You can't focus when you're stressed. Trying to force yourself to focus when you're stressed about an assignment and panicking because you can't focus will not help you, it will make the problem worse. It is okay to give yourself some grace, walk away, try to put yourself into a healthier mindset, and come back. That's another reason I like to take walks when I can't focus, even if its just a small one down the hall for a glass of water and then back. Don't force yourself. Never force yourself. You'll feel worse and more frustrated.

I'm much better at writing. I'm horrible at drawing, I just do it anyway for fun because sometimes I need to get my fixation kick out in a visual manner. Writing has always been my strong suit.

If I could choose? I think I'd still pick writing, honestly. I'm sometimes jealous of those that can make gorgeous art, but I'm happy in my world of writing because it has helped me in so many other areas of my life as well. I don't live an artists life, unfortunately, and writing has served me well.

I do like painting! I haven't in a very long time, as I don't have the time or energy much, but I used to sculpt and paint my creations. I'm not saying I was particularly good at either, but I used to, and I enjoyed it.

I didn't always have nice friends. But these days? They are. I wouldn't trade the friends I have now for the world.

[luveline]

Jade!!! I’m so in awe of how you write Steve, like you capture his character so well! I was thinking about if the reader had also been dragged into the mess that is saving Hawkins and, as a result, has also unofficially been anointed a baby sitter - Steve would be all heart eyes seeing how well you get on with the kids and just how much you care for them (and how much they care for you)

thank you! Steve and you having a quiet moment between all the hubbub and just loving each other and being proud of each other for how you take care of the kids (word count: 1k) fluff and softie steve 🥺 ST4 EP 4 SPOILERS AHEAD

You try not to be too obvious about what you're doing as you stare across the room at Steve. He's sitting with his back pressed against the chair Dustin's currently slumped in, eyes blinking slowly as he attempts to stay awake. 

You're opposite on the sofa between Max and Lucas, Max finally asleep. Her face is pressed into your arm. She might be drooling. You decide that this is more than allowed considering what she's just been though. 

Lucas is still awake. Still worried. 

"I don't know…" he confesses quietly, almost too quiet to hear despite the room's silence, "what I would have done. If something happened." 

If Vecna got her, he doesn't say. 

You brush your knuckles against the back of Max's hand as you twist, giving him what you hope is a soft, reassuring smile. 

"Nothing happened, and nothing is gonna happen. We're gonna work this out. She's safe, Lucas. I promise," you whisper, putting on an exasperated tone. You're not sure how truthful you're being but you believe vehemently that everyone's gonna be okay. You have to.

You don't know him very well, any of them, only through Steve. They love Steve and seem to like you, and despite a big risk of going too far and overstepping, you really want to reassure Lucas.

These kids are so young, they don't realise how young they are. Growing up is traumatic enough without the constant threat of an evil power, and it shows on all their tired faces that they're stressed beyond words. 

Lucas sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, reminding you of Steve. You look to him, find your brown eyed boy watching you with an earnest, fond smile stretched over his lips. 

"Steve and I," you say, a little firmer, "we won't let anything happen to Max… or to you." 

"I'm a great fucking babysitter," Steve agrees, voice rough with fatigue. "And so is Y/N. That's double the protection, Sinclair." 

"Exactly. We've got a basement full of dorks who, including yourself, are smart and brave enough to get through this." 

Lucas starts to get that look on his face despite his overall maturity that you recognise as embarrassment; too much heart to heart for a teenage boy right now. You dial it down. 

"And to do that you need to sleep. Get some rest, gather your strength. The campaign isn't over," you say. Both Steve and Lucas snort at your cheesy joke. 

Lucas settles down and eventually falls asleep after you make a big show of not feeling tired. "I got it," you whisper. "I'll be on Max watch." 

Now, with all the babies asleep including the academics who basically saved the day, it's only you and Steve. 

"Are you okay?" you whisper. 

"Baby, I should be asking you that. I've been through this whole shtick three times already."

"Don't you think that's worse?" You can't imagine how scared he is. 

Steve straightens up with an awful groan and sets a dead stare at you that withers your bravery almost too fast. "I'm fine. I am," you say, words riddled with a scratching weakness, like your voice might break. "I'm okay." 

Steve gets up. You lift your head as he walks towards you, careful not to make too much noise. His hands are soft and very, very careful as he bends at the waist and takes your face into them, like he's assessing you.

His thumbs aligned at your jaw and his fingers cupping the underside, Steve dips his head towards his chin. "It's okay if you're scared. This is ridiculously terrifying," he says seriously. Then, less so. "Not that I'm scared. Shit's getting kind of old for me, if you know what I mean," he says, rolling his eyes. 

You laugh and shake your head, eyes closing. "Don't make me laugh, I don't want to wake up the kids," you whisper. 

His bravado softens. "You're good with them," he says, hands smoothing down the column of your throat, over your shoulders and up again, massaging you with a light pressure. "Really good." 

"I'm just following your lead," you murmur. 

He smirks. "Yeah," he says, leaning in, the heat of his lips fanning over your own, "I must set a good example, 'cos you're amazing." 

He kisses you, a soft, chaste peck that eases some of the tension you're holding, his smile pressed to yours. 

His fingers flex around your neck. 

"Are you really okay?" he asks as he pulls away.

You don't have to think about it.

"I'm good, Steve." 

"Yeah, you are." 

He leans down to give you a hug, an awkward struggle because of your position and the bodies you're acting as a pillow for. You can only use one arm when you hug him back, the other sandwiched under Max's shoulders, but it's a pretty good hug, all things considered. 

"You wanna sleep in my lap?" you joke into his neck. 

"Don't tempt me. I miss you," he says. Your arm tightens where you're wrapped behind his neck, crushing his perfect hair. 

"I miss you too." 

And you do. Taking care of the kids, trying to stop whatever it is that's happening from happening, you'd never not try your hardest but you can't wait for this to be over. To fall asleep next to Steve, and to not worry that it'll be the last time you see him when you close your eyes. 

You're on Max watch, but you're on Steve watch too. 

Steve pats your face gently, just once, and goes back to play guard dog at Dustin's side, though he lies on his back.

Max mumbles something in her sleep. You turn to her, your heart racing at the idea that she's having a Vecna related nightmare. You're tentative as you rub her jacketed arm, hoping to soothe her through it. 

"Poor kids," you murmur. 

"They have you and me," Steve says quietly. "They're gonna be fine." 

"Go to sleep, Harrington," you say, not bothering to turn to him. 

"They're gonna be fine," he repeats, sounding both amused and affectionate at your worrying. 

"I know. Now go to sleep, idiot." 

"Wake me up when you're tired." 

"Yeah, whatever you want."

"Wake me up when you're-" he starts again, in a tone usually reserved for the kids when they aren't listening.

"Alright, Steve. I will," you say, laughing under your breath. "Control freak." 

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing." 

"Yeah. S'what I thought." His scathing tone is dampened by the sleepiness. Your chest fills with warm affection.

[arcade-writing]

Brand new world

🍋 NSFW

Reader is AFAB but gender is not discussed

Pairing: Jake lockley X reader

Warning: reader is oblivious, corruption kink, first time with BDSM themes, gun play, blowjobs, rough sex, alot of 'please's, first time orgasm, he makes you cum alot, reader is not a virgin but has little experience, Jake has a big dick, dirty talk in Spanish and English, teasing, size difference, creampie, overstimulation, slight degrading

I got a friend of mine to help with translation from English to Spanish. So special thanks and credit to Naomi for helping my clueless ass with Spanish and editing!

I tried to translate what I could back to English but not everything will be there, I'll probably edit it another time will a full translation but I did what I could! I've been holding back on y'all - I've been dying to publish this!

In this house we support healthy communication in sex! Jake is here to support you and give you a wild time

This is a long ass smut, proud of myself low-key (7197+ words)

Jake loved how easily flustered you were. How your breath stuttered when his breath fanned your jaw, whispering into your ear to avoid any unwanted listeners. How you’d freeze up when his hands found themselves on your waist. Most of all, he loved hearing you stumble over your words when he looked down at you. Having you on your knees as he watched you pick up the files you accidentally dropped. How pretty you looked looking up at him like that. Lips parted and wide eyes.

So sweet and kind. Always fussing over his injuries and making sure he was okay after missions. How did he ever find someone like you? That was something he asked himself a lot as he watched you point to the board full of pictures and sticky notes. Your face was lit up as you explained your theory on who the newest enemy could be from the clues you’ve gathered. It was better to figure out their plan before it was too late and he was very fortunate to have you by his side.

And your outfit? You had to know what it was doing to him. The way it hugged all the right places. The colour flattering your skin tone. The evening sun poured into the little apartment, washing over you with orange tints and shy peeks of pink. You were glowing.

Jake adjusted in his seat as you turned from him. Cursing as you dropped your pointer. His eyes glued to how tight your pants were around your ass, showing off its perfect shape. He crossed one leg over the other to hide his growing erection. He was in no way a shy man, he wouldn't mind putting himself on full display, but he didn't want to scare you off.

Not when you were in your element. So happy to help him. To be useful to him and eager for his praise.

His fingers dragged down his tie as it now hung loosely around his neck, unbuttoning his shirt down to his chest. Adjusting his shirt so it wasn't too obvious. Eager eyes waiting for you to notice as you started to face him once again.

You were staring. Waiting for his input. He quickly skimmed the board as he grasped at the pieces he actually heard. But tried to hide his grin as he saw your face fall flat. A small sneer on your face as you spoke a half assed answer.

"Are you even listening? This could give us a real advantage here."

Jake was really trying to care. He really was. But you were too distracting. Everything you did he couldn't stop repeating in his head. Imagining a far different scenario.

"¿Que? I'm enjoying the view." (What?)

"Look out the window for a view, this is important."

"Oh, mi amor, you are very important to me." He leaned forward in his seat, lips quirked up. "Ni podría quitar mis ojos de ti si trataría." ("Nor could I take my eyes off you if I tried." )

Your cheeks flushed as your words died in your throat. You thought you could get use to his flirty behaviour yet here you were. It gets you everytime.

"Fuck me." You muttered bitterly to yourself.

Jake's grin grew wider as his eyes gleamed with delightful mischief. "Only if you beg, muñeca." (Doll)

You rolled your eyes, trying to resist the urge to bite your lip. This was just how he acted; he was a flirtatious asshole. You really wished he wouldn't be so forward sometimes - doesn't he know it could give a bad impression?

Without thinking you walked over to him, grabbing his tie to move it out the way. He simply raised a brow as you tugged on his shirt.

“Now what are you trying to do, coqueta?” (flirt - using it as the same as calling someone a minx)

“You look sloppy.” you quickly spat out, internally cringing at your own tone. You didn’t mean to be rude but nerves made your head spin. Jake seems to have that kind of effect on you.

"You'd look worse if you let me have you."

You yanked his tie back into its rightful place making him let out a strangled grunt. Raising a brow at his words as genuine confusion twisted onto your expression.

"In what way? Like - as in a fight?"

"In sex."

Your mouth formed a 'oh' as you blinked at him. You really should of expected that but stupidly, you had faith. Naively believing he would end his relentless flirts.

"What does that even mean? Why would I want to look worse? Isn't that a bad thing?"

Jake had to bite his tongue. Looking at you with forward brows as he pursed his lips. He knew you weren't innocent; no he's heard plenty of filthy remarks leave your lips but oblivious? That he could agree on. You weren't always the fastest at connecting the dots when it came to sexual things. It's why he enjoyed flirting with you at first, it was fun to watch you slowly realize what he meant.

But right now? He just wanted to shake you. How blunt did he have to be? How obvious did he need to make his intentions for you to finally realize?

Then there was that small light that flickered within his mind. The one that took joy in your cluelessness. How much did you even know about sex? He knew you were experienced and yet you were always the most clueless when it came to references regarding BDSM.

He could picture it. Watching those beautiful eyes of yours widen as he smacks your ass. Leave bruises on yours hips as he fucks you senseless. Tie you up all pretty, spread open and begging for him. Introducing you to a whole new world of pleasure that you didn't know could be reached.

But regardless of his fantasies, you showed no signs of being interested in him that way. Even less interest in anything he was into. He didn't want to overwhelm you with things you weren't comfortable with, if you weren't ready or into that.

"Jake? Shit- Hello, possible other alter." You nudged his shoulder, sending him a small wave.

"You're not getting rid of me that easy."

He barked out a laugh as he snapped out of his thoughts. You simply shook your heads as you kept your hands on his shoulders.

"Where is that head of yours?"

Curiosity tugged his words forward. His classic smirk on his face as he placed his hands on your hips.

"Not where it should be."

"Yeah, you've been daydreaming this entire day! You know where your head should be-?"

You took a step back from him, frowning down at him.

"Between your legs?"

"I--- doing what?!"

Your cheeks were surely on fire with how hot they were. What has gotten into him?! Sure he's made plenty of remarks similar to this before but somehow, this felt different. More meaningful.

"Ay, mi cosita preciosa." (Oh, my precious thing) You let out a yelp from how tightly he was gripping you. Staring as he sighed dreamily, resting his forehead against your thigh. His hat was pushed back on his head. Mismatched eyes gleaming with an emotion you couldn't quite pin down.

"Whatever you want me to do."

"You're being ridiculous again, I know you're just trying to distract me - you can just say my plan is bad, you know?"

"I would never do such a thing." He mocked. He's never been one to hold back. Calling out each flaw in your ideas and pointing out when something wouldn't work.

You loved his honesty even if it did hurt your feelings. He didn't treat you like an idiot despite your eccentric ideas and encouraged you to talk and think about new ways to help. At the end of the day, you would rather he tell you something was horrible than get both of you in a bad situation because he wanted to be nice.

So why was he being like this? It just didn't make any sense.

"Stop being an ass, if you wanted me to shut up you could have just said."

"If I wanted that, I wouldn't have you standing here scolding me."

He uncrossed his legs. Your eyes followed his movements only to snap to the prominent bulge in his trousers. You felt yourself clench around nothing at the size of it as you quickly looked back at his face. Jake followed your eyes the entire time, leaning back as he took in the way your lips parted. Trying to answer as your eyes kept flickering down to his crotch.

"Huh?" Your brain couldn't keep up. Not knowing what to say or do.

"I'd have you on your knees using that talented mouth of yours."

That's it! Your ears stung from how warm they are. You slapped his shoulder as you scoffed. "Oh fuck off-!"

He grinned as he leaned towards you. Tilting his head up with a small bite to his voice. Growing more excited at how worked up you were getting. Frustration clear on your face as you sneered down at him.

"Suck my dick."

That immediately wiped away any annoyance. Your mouth left to hang open once again. Palms becoming sweaty as you dug your nails into them. Your eyes are unsure where to look.

"I-I don't even know how-"

That caught his attention. Jake's whole demeanour changed as he took your hand in his, the other was on your thigh rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. His face suddenly became serious. It made you shift as you tried to think of a way to make him grin again. Finding your head full of cotton instead.

"Would you like to?"

"Like to what..?" Your voice was weak as a whisper. You knew what he meant but you wanted to believe he was still messing with you.

"Learn how to."

A nervous chuckle left you as you squeezed his hand. "Stop kidding around, Jake."

"I was until now." You didn't respond. You weren't even sure you knew how to. Words melted on your tongue as you felt a familiar throb between your legs.

"I asked you a question, amada." (beloved)

"Okay- um, yes I do."

You nodded. Slowly getting down on your knees as you kept nodding to yourself. disbelief written on your face as you blinked up at him.

"Uh- what can I practice on?"

Jake thought for a moment. As much as he wanted your mouth on him, he wanted to ease you into this. Scanning the room for anything useful but it was futile. He just caught your eyes glancing down at the gun attached to his thigh. Another smirk tugged on his lips as he pulled it out of its holster.

"Ésto." (This)

Your eyes immediately widened. Darting between him and the gun in his hand. The throbbing returned as you took in his suggestion.

"Are you insane-?!" Your face suddenly fell as you let out a huff. "Don't answer that."

"¿Pues? Want to try it?" (Well?)

He was ready to put it away and find something else. He could always use his fingers, after all. But you got more comfortable in your spot, eyeing the bullet chamber.

"Just–empty it out."

As soon as the words left your mouth, he cocked open the chamber. His hands moved quicker than you could process, pressing the button on the side causing the clip to drop. He cocked it again and the remaining ballet clattered to the floor as the chamber pops out. He reloaded the now empty gun without breaking eye contact. His movements were fast, precise. Your thighs rubbed together as you leaned forward.

Since when did this get you like this? You've seen him empty and refill his gun plenty of times.

'He didn't even look away. He knew exactly what to do.' a small voice in your head echoed.

"Abre tu boca." (Open your mouth) You immediately followed his command, letting him slide the gun against your lips. "Lick around the rim- that's it."

Your tongue swirled around the rim. Following its shape. The cold metal felt strange against your warm tongue.

You knew the basic steps of sucking dick - you've seen porn. But it wasn't exactly clear on everything or really taught you anything. Porn was the last place to look for actual education on sex, a good reference at the minimum.

With some hesitance you took the barrel into your mouth, trying not to scrape your teeth against it as you let your tongue drag along the bottom. It was a bit of a snug fit due to the make of his gun, the usual one he kept in his car. Your mouth had a slight ache from the stretch but it wasn't painful.

You gagged as he thrusted it in and out. Slow and steady as your head bobbed. Jake tried to keep it from going too far but you were clumsy in your movements.

"Breath through your nose."

You let out a shaky breath through your nose as your tongue licked the sides of the barrel.

"Doing so well, you like this?"

You nodded as your eyes fluttered. Your gaze falling from his face to his bulge. You could feel your mouth water, trying to picture what it would look like. Would he taste nice? Could you even fit him in your mouth?

That made you moan. Sucking on the gun as you grinded against the floor. Jake groaned at the noise, suddenly pulling the gun from your mouth. It came out with a wet pop, your mouth chasing it as your tongue peaked out from between your lips. He grabbed your chin to keep you still. You panted as drool dribbled down your chin. His eyes scanned the gun, seeing the barrel was completely covered in your saliva.

"Oh, muñeca." He breathed out. Moving the gun towards him, licking a long stripe down it. Tasting your spit and drool. Humming at the taste of it. He wanted to know If the rest of you tested this sweet.

You whined at the sight. Pawing at his thighs. You couldn't believe how you were acting. You've never felt like this with another person. Sure, you haven't been with many but none of them got you this riled up.

"Think you can take the real thing?"

Insecurity chewed at your gut. You were just going with what you've read and watched. Jake was the last person you wanted to do poorly with. You wanted to make him feel good.

"Please."

The words came out without you even thinking. He chuckled at your pleading tone as he put his gun on the nearby coffee table. Unzipping his pants teasingly slow. You huffed as you sat between his legs, helping him take off his trousers leaving him only in tight boxers.

If you thought he looked big in two layers, this was just intimidating. You could see the shape much better now. It flopped to the right, girthy in its width. You pulled him out from his boxers, taking in the cock before you.

It was slightly darker than the rest of him, the tip flushed and a visible vein on the underside. You grabbed the base, guiding him to your mouth. Your breath hitched as you noticed how your hand could just about fit around it. He's much bigger than anyone you've ever been with.

But with a deep breath you followed his first instruction. Swirling your tongue around his tip as you lapped up the bead of pre-cum oozing out. He shuddered as he let out a sigh of relief, holding the back of your head.

"Así, ángel, taking me so well." (Just like that, angel) all he said, slowly guiding your head down and only when you gagged did he stop.

You tried to replicate what you did to the gun. Licking along the side of his cock as you bobbed your head. The ache settled in your jaw as you sucked and swallowed. Trying to keep your drool down but it only made Jake groan.

"¿Enserió que no me 'stabas mentiendo, ángel? Because you're good at this." He let out a breathy chuckle, head tipping back as he kept his stare on you.

You refused to believe you were doing that good. He was just trying to be supportive.

But when you moaned around him he jerked his hips up. You gagged as it prodded the back of your throat. Tears forming in your eyes, looking at him surprised. Jake let another groan watching you shudder. Big wide eyes stared back at him, glossy and shining. Your mouth is completely stuffed with his cock, struggling to take anymore as your small hands grasped at the base.

"I want to fuck that little mouth of yours, hermosa." (beautiful) You kept sucking along, giving yourself a break by focusing purley on the head. Your teeth grazed it by accident but it only made him grunt. His grip tightening on your head with a small thrust.

"Look so pretty like this."

Your eyelashes fluttered, the warmth from your cheeks was spreading down to your chest. Giving kitten licks to the very tip as you took in a few gulps of breath between them. Jake cupped your chin, his cock slightly tapped against your cheek. You nuzzled against it, your head felt fuzzy. Placing small kisses where you could. He grinned, caressing your chin as you sucked on the side of his dick.

"It's big, isn't it? Struggling to take all of it in your mouth, The things I could do if you let me - want to get your little throat fucked? Gag around my cock as I use your mouth, you want that, muñeca?"

"Please Jake...I want to take all of it."

He groaned as he tipped your head back. Standing up as he let go of your chin. You placed the head of his dick back in your mouth and he let out a 'tut'. You raised a brow as you removed your lips.

"Open as wide as you can."

And you did. A dull ache formed from the stretch but your focus was on the prize before you.

"Tongue out."

Once again you did exactly as he asked. He chuckled to himself as he smeared his pre-cum against your tongue. Listening to the way you whined, knowing you had to do as he said. And oh how he loved how obedient you were. You didn't even have to be told to sit still.

He grabbed the top of your head. Guiding you back down as he slowly pushed his hips forward. Watching you squirm as you moved your tongue back, he could feel it drag against him. You let out another gag, breathing more heavily through your nose as your eyes squeezed shut.

"I know." He cooed. "It's going to feel so good, just relax."

You nodded. Your brows knitted as you stared at his thighs, trying not to pay mind to the urge to keep gagging. It was difficult. Tears formed back in your eyes as you tried your best.

"Tap my thigh twice if it's too much."

You grabbed his thighs, readying yourself as you let out a long huff of air. You could feel his cock in your throat, your head tipped slightly back for better access. He started to move his hips again, giving slow thrusts in and out.

He kept that pace as you got more adjusted. Your nails dug into his skin as you moved your mouth wider. You could feel your bottom lip trembling.

You tried to tell him to go faster but your words were completely. His grin grew wider as he leaned down, tilting his head closer to you.

"What's that? I couldn't quite hear you."

Foolishly, you tried to speak again but all to the same result. Growing frustrated you squeezed his thighs, surging your head forward much to his surprise. Your nose pressed against his happy trail as his cock hit deeper. You shuddered as you let out another gag. Jake felt the wind almost knocked out of him as he grabbed the nearby pillar to steady himself.

"Need more? Need me to properly fuck you?"

You nodded your head. Bopping your head faster in hopes he'll understand what you mean. And he definitely did.

"Ay, te voy arruinar." (Oh, I'm going to ruin you) He groaned out, adjusting his hold on your head and thrusted forward.

Your fast rhythm was taken over by his movements. Leaving you to stay still as he fucked your mouth. Sucking and swallowing around him. Trying your best to keep up but he was quick. You moaned around him as you felt his fingers dig, letting your tears fall. Eyes rolled back completely, Jake just kept up his pace. Words spilling out from his mouth that you couldn't quite catch.

You could feel him twitch, his thrusts growing uneven as he let out strings of groans.

"Going to-"

You tapped twice on his thigh. He immediately pulled back. His grip on you loosened as a flicker of concern crossed his face. You grabbed his cock as you put your mouth over the head. You knew you wouldn't be able to handle it fully in your mouth, you were struggling enough as it is. But you still wanted to taste him.

"Keep going." He could just understand you, letting out a breath of relief.

His jerky thrusts grew more sloppy as he raised himself back to his peak. Only doing small thrusts this time as you sucked and swirled your tongue. Lapping up the tip as you moaned. It didn't take long for his orgasm to hit; spilling thick ropes into your mouth. You did your best to swallow as much as you could but you could feel some dribble down your chin along with your drool.

He sat back in the chair with that grin still on his face. Curled two fingers at you, beckoning you over. You crawled back between his legs as you smiled. Panting heavily as you finally had time to just breathe.

He lifted you up into his lap with ease, hugging you close to his chest.

"That was really good-!" You beamed, tilting back just enough so you could look at him directly. "Did I do well?"

"Was cumming in your mouth not obvious enough?"

You both let out a laugh. You tried not to pay mind to the insistent throbbing between your legs. It was fine. You could wait this out. Jake's hand slivered up your thigh, rubbing his fingers along your clothed core.

"You're completely soaked."

"It's fine." You tried to brush it off. Your hips betraying you as you grinded against his fingers.

He shook his head as he let out a tut. "¿Quieres que te toqué, hm?" (You want me to touch you?)

You quickly nodded. Leaning against his shoulder as he pulled down your trousers. You removed yourself, kicking off your pants with urgency before flinging your underwear to who knows where. Jake bit back his laugh. Watching you awkwardly shuffle back onto his lap, hovering over his still hard cock.

"What's your safe word?"

You stilled at his question. Looking at him with raised brows, head tilting.

"Do you know-"

"I know! I just–no one's ever asked me before, I haven't really thought about it."

He mumbled something in Spanish you couldn't hear properly. Only hearing a few cusses as he talked to himself. No doubt he was insulting your previous partners and you didn't blame him.

"Um-how about peaches?" Your voice was unsure but Jake just nodded.

"Peaches–sweet like you."

You couldn't even retort as you let out a moan. His fingers rubbed along your wet folds. Just staying away from where you need him, You grinded against him as his palm brushed against your clit.

"Is it good when I touch here? Or maybe here."

You let out a gasp as his thumb circled your sensitive bud. He raised a mocking brow as he added more pressure. Switching between rubbing you and collecting your wetness. Fingers prodded at your entrance as he kept his thumb moving. You whined as your hips bucked.

"No one has ever touched you like this, have they?"

You shook your head. It was true, no one has ever put this much attention into you before. Either never able to find it or touch you properly. Jake let out a noise of pity, bringing your head to his shoulder as he nuzzled his cheek against your head.

A jolt went through your body as he pushed one finger in. Pumping it in and out as he kept playing with your clit. Your breath fanned his neck, gripping his shoulders. Moving yourself up and down.

"Another finger." Your voice couldn't even come out as anything other than a pleading whine. Jake hummed, as if debating your words. You huffed, your need growing stronger. "Please."

"Wasn't that easy? saying please can get you more than fingering–I can do so many things to this pretty pussy and all you have to do is say please."

He added another finger and you could already feel the stretch. His words shooting electric down to your core as you grinded against his palm.

"Jake....I want-"

Your words caught in your throat as your legs trembled. Something twisted In your stomach as the feeling of pleasure only increased. You gripped his shirt as you tried to wiggle your hips away.

"I don't- feels strange."

"You're close, I can feel it, angel."

Close? As in- your eyes widened as you lowered yourself back onto his hand. Your lips brushed against his neck making him shiver. His skin felt so hot.

"Please- make me cum.. please Jake!"

Jake brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Of course, mi vida." (my life)

You let out a strangled moan as his fingers thrusted deep into you. The pace picking up each time whilst his movements on your clit remained the same. The only thing you could do was let moans as his fingers curled. Scissoring you open when he wanted to put more attention on your bud.

"¿Te gusta cuando te tocó asi, no? Working you up so you can take my cock." (You like it when I touch you like that, don't you?)

His words made your whole body burn. Letting out a weak sob as he rolled your clit.

"Oh you're clenching so hard angel, you want it so bad."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. Absolutely thrilled he was making you come undone.

"Yes–Jake please! Just let me cum, I want you!"

White flashed before your eyes as you felt something within you snap. Looking down to watch yourself cum. Your legs were shaking as you clenched his fingers, they were knuckle deep inside. Your own slick was coating your thighs and you could see it clearly on his leather gloves. Jake slowed down his movements, just slowly scissoring you as he removed his thumb. Working you through your high as you let out a laugh.

You couldn't believe you actually came.

"That was.... amazing!"

As soon as he removed his hand you collapsed on his lap. Your sexes pressed together making you both moan. Jake cupped your face, guiding you to look at him. He remained silent as he sucked on each of his fingers covered in your arousal. Licking a long strip up his palm as he hummed.

"Taste so good, doll." He sucked on his thumb with another hum, small groan leaving him. "I could eat you out for hours."

Your shaky hands took hold of his. "Would you?"

Jake licked his lips as he suddenly picked you up. Taking you over to the small bed in the corner of the apartment. A small place you two stayed at after long mission's. Usually it was Jake leaving for his actual home after he takes you here. There was no personality to it at all - just a few pieces of furniture.

It always surprised you how strong he was, often forgetting that knoshu's power was gifted to him when he was in control of the body.

You landed with a small 'oof' as you sunk into the plush mattress. Jake crawled on after you, sliding easily down on his stomach. Pulling your legs over his shoulders as he took his place between them. His teeth sunk into your thigh making you let out a yelp. He sucked on the spot as he left open mouth kisses on each bite he made. Creeping closer and closer to your sex until he faced it.

He let out a chuckle as he watched you squirm. A whimper escaped you as you kept saying 'please' but he only blew against you. The cool breath makes you squeal. He turned his attention to your other thigh, beginning the process all over again. Taking his sweet time to cover you in hickies.

"You said if I said please-!"

Hearing the desperation in your voice made him crack. Finally pressing his mouth against your sex, his tongue lapping up your juices. Holding your hips still as he sucked on your clit, overstimulation hitting you as he kissed and licked. it was new - felt good but strange. Like everything inside you wanted to get away but you couldn't bring yourself to. The pleasure was too good. You loved it.

You let out a gasp as you felt that band in your stomach again. Surprised by how soon it came back. Your hands dug into the bed as you glared at the cap on his head. It was as if he could read your mind. Looking up at you with a knowing smile.

Jake lifted his hat off his head and offered it to you, you let out a breathy laugh as you placed it on your head. Quickly, you moved your hands into his hair. Clenching tuffs of curls as he continued. His teeth grazed your bud as he greedily sucked. Your back arched as you hid your face with his hat.

A slap to your thigh made you look down at him, confused at his actions. He made a silent gesture, tipping an imaginary hat up. You did as he gestured, your face no longer hidden under his cap.

"Good, don't hide your face from me, nena." (babe)

That was the last thing he said before he buried his face back in your heat. His nose grazed your clit as his tongue prodded against your entrance. Your body went limp against the blankets and pillows. Holding back the new round of tears that threatened to spill. It was too much and yet not enough. Jake groaned against you as he continued to lick and prod. You squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a loud moan.

Your eyes fluttered as you let out a whimper. A weak orgasm coming out of you. You wish you had a clock - how long has it been? It felt like it's been days since he started. You've lost count how many times he's made you cum. Five? Eight? Sixteen? Your brain was mush. Your body felt weak as your legs kicked out.

"I can't - I can't do anymore-!"

Jake nuzzled into your thigh, taking a breather. Looking up at you as you sniffled. Hiccuping on your noises. Weakly pushing back his head by his hair. He immediately moved away, crawling forward. His hands on each side of your head.

His lips ghosted over yours. You blinked away the tears, smiling as you cupped his face. "Do you want to keep going?" He asked, leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your forehead.

You hummed at the affection. Melting into his touch as you nodded your head. "In a minute–need to calm down."

Jake laid next to you. Pulling you close to his chest, your back facing him. You panted as your legs slowly became less twitchy. His large hands caressed along your body as he hummed a song into your shoulder. The both of you laying together, letting the time pass.

Your eyes glanced behind you, seeing his eyes were closed. You took the chance to look lower. His cock was still hard and pressed stiffly against his stomach. Jake buried his face into your neck forcing you to look away. Nibbling your throat as he lapped up the little marks he was making. A moan slipped from your lips, you moved your hand down his stomach making him grin.

Your hands clumsily wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it to get a better grasp. He jerked against your hand with a groan. Only taking a moment to bite off his glove before he moved it between your legs. Making sure to avoid your clit.

You could hear how wet you were, cum mixed in with your other juices coating your thighs and sex.

"Ay, nena, you're making a mess." He teased, lifting your leg so he could get better access. His hand felt so warm against you. They were calloused from endless missions but they weren't too rough. They were softer than you expected.

His two fingers split your folds apart. Revealing the cool air to your entrance. You shivered as he slowly rubbed up and down. You twisted yourself slightly, looking up at him with a pout.

"Put them inside- please-!" You whined, grinding back against his cock. "I need you inside me."

Jake almost froze. It was as if something struck him. A moment of realization as you squirmed against him. You lined his cock against your folds, rubbing him along your entrance as you kept letting out whimpers.

He couldn't stop watching just how desperate you were. Completely going by instinct. You, someone he's been working with for so long turned into putty into his hands. Someone who would blush at just the idea of begging for such a thing.

You didn't even know how to give a blowjob until today. Never been eaten out or touched correctly. Oblivious to his moves and flirtations.

And now look at you. Gasping as he pressed his hips forward. Arching as his fat tip stretched you out. Trembling at the overwhelming pleasure that's taken over you.

He let out a growl as he suddenly removed himself, you couldn't even react before you were moved back on his lap. He semi sat on the bed, leaning on the pillows as he held your hips. Guiding you down back on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He wanted to watch you. See what he was doing to you. What he's turned you into. It got to three inches before you let out a pained whine.

"It's not going to fit..." You sounded utterly defeated as you couldn't move any further.

Jake cupped your face, you immediately leaned into his palm as his other hand snaked down to your clit. It was still sensitive from before but not as much. Your breath hitched as he did tight circles, his thumb pressed against your parted lips. You let it slip into your mouth and sucked, the taste of leather surprisingly pleasant on your tongue.

"It's going to, it'll take however long it takes, you'll take it inch by inch and once everything is in I'm going to fuck that little pussy of yours until your voice is gone."

As he spoke you sank lower. Slowly taking in another inch as he gently thrusted up. Keeping all his attention on your clit. Each thrust helped him ease in. But you still hissed in pain, having to stay still for a minute or more to get adjusted.

"So big." Your teeth lightly dug into his thumb. Moving up and down as much as you could, determined to have him inside fully.

"Yo sé nena, yo sé, I'm right here, just breathe." (I know baby, I know)

You let out a shaky breath as he'd guided your hips up. His tip only remained before he thrusted upwards. You slammed yourself down as you let out a scream. You could feel his cock twitch inside as he kept his slow thrusts.

"Look, you did it–doesn't it feel good?"

He removed his hand from your mouth and held your jaw making you look at him. You nodded as you kept your body stiff. Just needing a few more moments to adjust to him being completely inside. Jake waited for you to get comfortable as you clenched around him. Your breathing grew heavier as you grinded against him.

"Fuck me, Jake." Your words came out shaky and any demanding tone you meant to be there was gone. It only came as a needy whine.

"Feels so good....I need more–please fuck me."

Before you could ramble anymore he grabbed your hips. Spinning you around so you were back laying on the bed. Your legs around his waist as he began slamming his hips into yours. Taking slow deep thrusts at first before it became quicker and quicker.

Your back arched so much you felt like you were floating. The back of your hand pressed to your mouth as you couldn't even shut it. Leaving it stuck in a 'o' as moans spilled out from your lips.

With one particular thrust you felt sparks light up your veins. A loud groan ripped from your throat as your eyes squeezed shut. Jake chuckled as he grabbed one of your legs, moving it so half of your leg leaned on his shoulder.

"Keep your eyes open, mírame, ángel." (look at me) His voice was cold, demanding. "Look at me while I fuck you."

It made your eyes snap open as you whimpered. You haven't heard him use that tone with you before. It made you clench as you chewed at your lips.

"Like it when I order you, huh? Want me to be mean, doll?"

You knew Jake could be a cruel man, what he was giving you was gentle. Loving. Anyone would look at you as if you were insane if you described him as such. But you knew him, he was softie at heart.

"Don't hold back." Was all you could say before he lifted your hips.

Moving both legs over his shoulders as he gripped them tight. Your nails dug into the plush beneath you as he left hickies on your leg. His thrusts becoming harder as he pounded into your sex. Your body bounced up and down at the sheer force.

"Las cosas que podría'cer a ti, ya me dejaste 'rruianate tanto, amada."

Jake groaned, pressing his forehead against your leg as he panted. His grip was so tight as he completely lost himself in the feeling of you. So warm and soft around his cock. Looking so beautiful.

"Been so desperate for my cock inside you - kept looking at me with those big eyes making all those pretty noises."

He finally lifted his head, Leaning forward as he hovered over you. Pushing even deeper inside as he kept hitting that sweet spot.

"You're a fucking slut, aren't you? I'm going to use you all day, ángel." He grinned, licking along his teeth.

"Vas a tomar todo lo qué te daré –like a good little toy." (You're going to take everything I give you)

You couldn't stop the noises that came out of you, your heels digging into his back. You couldn't pry your eyes away. His gaze was vicious, following every flicker and movement. Keeping you pinned under his watch as you squirmed.

"Oh you liked that–squeezing me so tight."

You could feel him getting closer. His pace never grows restless but sloppy in its pattern. His brows pinched as he let his head hang. Pressing his forehead to yours, moving his cap further back on your head. You threaded your hand through his hair, tugging everytime he thrusted in deeper. Clawing at his shoulder.

"Where do you want it, baby?"

It took you a few seconds to realize what he meant. You nodded to yourself as you tried to move him closer. "Inside."

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak. He let out a gasp as he stilled. Keeping himself deep inside as he came. Your own orgasm followed after, weak and left you squirming. You both panted as you took a moment to breathe. Jake hummed as he kissed your forehead before he started moving again. Fucking his cum in further. Your legs ached from their position, you tapped his shoulder and he looked at your trembling legs.

It seemed he didn't need any explanation, helping you so your legs were wrapped loosely around his hips instead. Keeping hold of them for you as you laid there. You felt as if you were glowing. Everything felt so right.

He chased another orgasm, full of stamina, he wasn't going as hard as before but still had the same power. Taking it slower as he kissed all over your face, bringing you with him as he ventured lower. Using one hand to lift your back and keep you arched, sucking and licking down your chest. Groaning as he took your perked nipple into his mouth as he felt his climax once more.

Biting down enough to make you cry out as he came. Your vision grew blurry from exhaustion and new sets of tears. Unable to wipe the smile off your face as you let the pleasure ripple through you. You doubt you had any more orgasms in you but the sensation of being full over and over again - you couldn't get enough.

"Your thighs are shaking." He teased, finally feeling his limit as he laid you down. Taking his place on the other side of your chest, doing the exact same he did with the other. Tugging on the bud as he grinned at you.

He came two more times before he finally pulled out. You whined at the sudden emptiness as your legs refused to stay still. You could feel his cum pooling out. It felt as if it went on forever.

"Hermosa." Was all he said before he patted your leg.

You just raised a weak brow but he shook his head. Easily picking you up, if he had any form of struggle he didn't show it. Taking you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. You rested your head against the sink as he sung your praises, wiping you down with a warm cloth. Kissing wherever he could.

"Tan bueno pa' mi, you did wonderful.", (So good for me) "My talented angel." and "Mi cosita preciosa." (My precious little thing.)

His words made you smile as you let yourself drift. Jake stayed with you the entire time. Stroking your face as he laid you back down on the bed. Fighting off his need to sleep, wanting to be with you longer. Knowing as soon as he closed his eyes, it would be awhile before he saw you again.

[beginningofwonderland]

One on One - Wooyoung

Your training partner Wooyoung is an insufferable brat who has made it his personal goal to turn your life into hell. But in a heated fight between you two you discover more than hatred for him.

Pairing: WooyoungxfemReader

Gerne: Smut and only smut (MINORS DNI!)

Word count: 4.2k

warnings: fighting sports au, fight between the two, name calling (babe, darling, slut...), unprotected sex (don't do this folks), public sex, pretty unsanitary place to have sex, sassy Woo, marking, degradation, spitting, pretty rough, mirror sex

(Not gonna lie I'm kinda proud of this one. It's filthy as fuck)

@underworldnet 👍🏻

"You're still too fucking slow," Wooyoung taunted you as another hit landed on your arm. You were sure that you were littered in dark spots by now as he didn't hold back whenever he landed a blow.

"I know, idiot. I'm fucking exhausted," you spat back dodging another one of his attacks, barely avoiding his fist.

"Well you'll be exhausted in a fight as well and your opponent will care about you even less than I do. So get yourself together."

At this point the only thing keeping you going was your pure hatred for Wooyoung and your pride stopping you from giving up to him.

When your trainer had told you that you would get extra lessons by Wooyoung to prepare for the nationals, it was the first time you had ever spoken up against your teacher.

"Please let me train with anyone but Jung Wooyoung," you had pleaded and your trainer had perked up in surprise.

"I don't see a reason why not. He's the best fighter on the entire team and everyone I put under his care has improved significantly. I really don't know what's your problem with him. I will schedule a time for you to train together."

And from that moment on you had to endure the most annoying, nerve-wracking brat of a partner twice a week for training. Jung Wooyoung had been a menace to you ever since you hadn't responded to his flirtations back when he joined your club.

To everyone else he was the charming 4-times national champion, bringing fame to your sports club. He flirted left and right with everyone at the studio, having them all wrapped around his pinky finger with his sweet words.

But when you hadn't gone along with his attitude, he quickly changed up on you. Wooyoung then made it his goal to make your time at training as miserable as possible, humiliating you in front of the others or dropping sassy remarks about you at every opportunity he got.

By far the worst were these personal lessons your trainer had so generously arranged for you. Wooyoung made you go on and on without breaks to your absolute breaking point. You were able to take a heavy training session but his constant condescending remarks took a toll on your concentration and your mood. You found yourself lashing out at him out of pure anger and he only thrived off of the way you reacted to him.

He aimed another kick at your side and you stepped out of it's way in time, countering with a weak blow to his stomach which he blocked easily.

"You're getting even weaker and I didn't know that was physically possible," he chuckled at your attempt to hit him.

He was right, you had absolutely no strength left in you after doing cardio in the morning and now this two hour session with Wooyoung. Your lungs were burning and your entire body moved on instinct only. And the worst thing about it was, how much energy he still had left. His steps were light and a shit-eating grin covered his handsome face as he circled you.

Oh, how you hated how attractive he looked with that grin and the sweat running down his defined jawline. Wooyoung was your very personal definition of the devil, menacing personality and temptation all in one. It was even worse, now that the lighting in the studio was dim due to the late time of your training and you two were the only ones left in the studio.

Wooyoung had no mercy on you. He followed you up with a series of punches and as you struggled to dodge them, he was able to back you up against the wall of the studio. He landed his fist on the wall behind you only centimeters from your face to show you how you messed up. His hot breath hit your face as he grinned down at you with triumph in his eyes. His body was way too close for your liking and you couldn't keep a clear head anymore as you stared up at him blankly.

"Are you that afraid of me, babe?" he asked tauntingly and the teasing tone of his voice made you finally snap.

"Get the fuck off of me, Wooyoung," you spat at him swatting his arm to the side.

To your own surprise, he let you go and watched you walk to the side of the fighting area.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked in a warning tone.

"Let me drink some fucking water before I'll pass out, will you asshole?" You felt like you hadn't had a sip of water in a week when you slumped onto the bench and chugged down half your bottle. When you looked at the ground for a couple of seconds to avoid Wooyoung's stare, small black spots started appearing in your vision.

Fuck.

"Get your ass back up here, we're not finished yet."

Anger was rising inside you, once again sending adrenaline through your burning body. You really fought with yourself. You knew you were at your limits and that you should ask him to stop, but your pride couldn't handle the thought of saying that to his face. You dragged your own body up from the bench ignoring the dizziness that hit you immediately.

"Then fucking finish," you said to him as you fell into a fighting stance once more, approaching him slowly. "I bet you don't last two minutes outside of the ring." You cocked your head in challenge and a smirk sneaked its way onto your face.

Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your remark. He wasn't used to you making such low blows but he was definitely up for the challenge.

"Oh you wanna find out that bad?" he cooed at you as he came closer, fists raised just like you.

He attacked you again immediately. The hit went to your head but you dodged in time, countering him with a blow to his ribs. You were to exhausted to realize that was exactly his intention. Wooyoung knew you would counter like that, your fighting scheme obvious to him after hours of training. He blocked your arm and grabbed onto it right after.

You noticed it too late to retract in time and before you could blink, he had your arm twisted behind your back, his other arm around your neck, keeping you in a tight chokehold in front of him.

This wasn't normal training anymore: chokeholds weren't even permitted in the fights. This was a personal matter. You struggled in his arms a little but soon noticed he was holding on too tightly. His body was hot on your back as you were pressed up against him and you could feel the chuckle that erupted from his chest.

"Don't provoke me, darling," he warned you, his mouth directly next to your ear. The low tone of his voice sent shivers down your skin and you hated him for it. But what you hated even more was how you reacted to him.

He let you go to restart the fight, but if Jung Wooyoung could play unfair, so could you. You pretended to rearrange your shirt with your back still towards him before spinning around and hooking your leg behind his knee. With your arms pushing at his shoulders, he fell to the ground, surprise breaking his smug expression.

You followed his fall, straddling his waist and pressing your forearm into his neck until you could feel him swallow.

"I won't provoke you if you stop getting on my fucking nerves," you retorted. His eyes mirrored the same fire in yours as he stared back at you. The air between you two was  uncomfortably tense.

When you removed your arm to get up, Wooyoung suddenly lifted one side of his hip, effectively tipping you over before he reversed your position. He grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head before getting close to your face once again.

"Don't act like you don't like it when I treat you like shit. Getting all worked up over how I talk down to you. I bet you think about me before you go to sleep."

The complacent grin on his face channelled all energy left within you and you would have punched him right in the face if he wasn't holding you down. Your insides stirred in what you believed to be anger.

"Get your dirty hands off of me," you hissed through clenched teeth.

Wooyoung only laughed at you, his dark strands falling into his eyes as he shook his head. You never realized how handsome he looked from this angle.

"Look at you all helpless. You're all bark and no bite. Admit you like the way I talk to you and I might let you go."

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction but your arms buckled up once against his tight grip; to no avail. You were quite literally trapped.

"I can't believe you are big-headed enough to think I want to hear even one more word from you."

"Then why do you keep looking at my lips like that?" he asked you back with a chuckle and you found yourself startled.

Fuck. Did I really look at his lips?

You hadn't even noticed. But now upon his words, your eyes flitted to his plump lips like they were on autopilot. Of course he noticed and his grin only widened.

"If you wanted to make out instead of train you could have just said so. Would've spared us some trouble."

"Fuck you, Wooyoung." You couldn't think of anything else to say. Anger and some other indistinct feeling mixed in your stomach as you glared at him from beneath.

"Say it or I won't let you go."

He shifted his hands around so that one arm was free and the other one holding down both your wrists. With his free hand he grabbed onto your chin harshly, fingers digging into your cheeks as he spoke.

Now what neither you or Wooyoung had expected was the small moan that escaped your throat as his fingers grabbed onto your face. Immediately, your eyes widened in shock and you could feel hotness rush over you in what was sure to be a dark red blush.

Wooyoung's eyebrows rose in surprise at the noise you made but as realization hit him you could practically watch his entire stare go dark. He hovered even closer to you, his face only inches from yours as he watched you in amusement.

"You know what?" he asked in a husky voice. "I'll take that as an answer."

And before you even knew what was happening he squeezed your chin once again, lifting your face up a little before crushing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was harsh and messy. Your lips crashed against one another as if they were fighting and soon his tongue entered your mouth. The feeling made your eyes flutter and as if taking revenge you bit his lip in return.

This time it was Wooyoung who couldn't hold back a small groan and the sound drove heat through your whole body down to your core. Why was he making you feel like this?

It was like you were taking all that build-up frustration out on his lips and it somehow worked a lot better than fighting him with your fists.

Wooyoung released your wrists to attach his hand to your waist. Because your shirt had ridden up in the fight, he was touching your bare skin, sending shivers along your spine. You had touched Wooyoung thousands of times during practice, but this was different. His hand on your skin and his soft lips on yours made you dizzy in a different way than your fatigue ever could.

Now that your hands were freed you wound one into his messy locks, making him groan as you pulled on it slightly. The other hand couldn't help but wander over his tight muscles. You knew exactly how fit he was, having experienced the strength of his attacks first-hand. But you never had an opportunity to just marvel at the sheer beauty of his stature before.

Wooyoung also noticed your wandering fingers and smirked into the kiss:

"Said you wanted me off of you and now you're hands are all over me. You're such a slut."

You whined shamelessly at his words. It felt like all rationality and sense had left your body. I hate Jung Wooyoung. That was the mantra you repeated in your head over and over as your lips pressed onto his with more fervour. As your hands frantically grabbed onto his sweaty skin to draw him closer.

His body gave in to your desire pressing his upper body onto yours, hips still straddling yours. God damn his flexibility. You could feel the heat of his skin burning you through your shirts and wanted nothing more than to get rid of it.

As your hands started wandering to the hem of his shirt he understood and broke the kiss shortly to pull the piece of fabric over his head. His tight muscles glistened in the dim lighting of the studio and you let your eyes wander around his honey skin.

"I knew you were down bad for me as soon as I saw you, babe. But you don't have to be that obvious," he chuckled.

"Shut up, before I regret this."

"Oh, I'll make sure you won't regret a second of this, darling," he replied smugly before devouring your lips once again.

When he pressed his body up against you this time, you could feel his hard on press against your core through both your pants. The feeling made your hips roll into him in response as you released a small moan into the kiss.

The sound had Wooyoung going crazy, grabbing frantically for the hem of your shirt and quickly pulling it off you as well. His hands laced into your already messy hair as your teeth clashed in the intense kiss that followed. You wanted to kill and fuck him all at once. It infuriated you that he had this effect on you but he was just so damn attractive.

As he started rolling his hips into yours repeatedly, you lost all self control.

"Please, just fuck me," you breathed out in between two kisses.

"Begging already, I see."

Wooyoung grinned widely as he pulled your sweatpants down in an instant. Your bare skin hit the coldness of the training mat beneath you and made you realize you weren't exactly at a private location.

Your mind was drawn back to Wooyoung as he pulled on the hem of your panties and let them snap back onto your skin. The slight sting only turned you on more and your hands worked fast to pull at the strings of his own pants. The both of you were only left in your underwear soon.

"Do I need to finger you first or are you already dripping through your panties?" Wooyoung asked cockily.

"Just fuck me already, I'm sure I can take it," you replied impatiently.

"Oh baby, you keep overestimating yourself," Wooyoung chuckled as he ripped down your panties harshly.

When he took his hardened length out of his boxers, you had to keep yourself from swallowing hard. Maybe he was right. Maybe you did overestimate yourself. He was bigger than you had expected and you hadn't taken anyone his size before.

He let the tip of his cock run through your folds, collecting your liquids with a devilish grin on his face.

"Were you this wet the whole training session or only since I choked you?"

"I think it started when I had you pressed down on the floor," you tried to save yourself but Wooyoung saw right through your attitude.

"Oh baby, don't try pretending that you're dominant. I can see your eyes begging for me to destroy you."

You bit your cheek, knowing quite well that he was right. You wanted that idiot to fuck your brains out. To finally have him shut up and rail you into the floor until you forgot how insufferable he was.

As he slowly pushed himself into you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned as he filled you up. He was stretching you out quite a bit, but you were worked up enough for it not to hurt too much. The pain wouldn't compare to all the bruises on your skin anyway.

Arms propped up beside your head, Wooyoung started thrusting into you harshly. You found yourself spreading your legs for him on instinct, so that he could have better access to you. But that wasn't enough for Wooyoung who grabbed onto your thighs, pressing them into your upper body to thrust into you at the deepest angle possible.

When he sped up his tempo you were moaning at every thrust he gave you, losing your mind at the way the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot every time.

"You're so pathetic. Saying I won't last two minutes yet here you are almost crying over how good I fuck you already."

You whined at his harsh words. He was right. You felt pathetic yourself. But fuck being pathetic if it meant getting railed this good. You started kissing messily once again, your hands latching onto his flexed biceps for some support. When he pounded into you particularly deep, you unconsciously scratched the skin on his arms.

In response Wooyoung quickly grabbed your hands, pinning them back over your hand.

"I'm the only one marking you up here, darling." As if to prove his point he latched onto your neck sucking harshly to create a dark purple mark on your skin.

You hated him for it. Hated that the sign of him fucking you would be with you for days now. And you hated how fucking good it felt.

"Fuck, Wooyoung..." you moaned as the pleasure in your core started building up.

"You love having me use you like this don't you, slut? All covered in bruises and hickeys by me. What will you tell the others at training tomorrow, huh?" He relished in the way you turned a whimpering, needy mess under his words.

He knew exactly how much he was turning you on by the fact that you were clenching around his dick desperately. As you got closer to your orgasm, your eyes fluttered shut and you just gave in to the feeling of him fucking you into the ground. You had never had anyone fuck you that harshly but it was undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had and you hadn't even come yet.

"Open your mouth for me, darling."

You opened your eyes first while processing his request. The way he looked down at you with raised brows, breath heavy as he kept thrusting into you almost made you come. When you didn't obey quick enough his hand suddenly wandered to your clit, drawing firm circles into it.

Your mouth fell open in a loud moan, which was all Wooyoung wanted.

"There you go," he said before spitting into your opened mouth. That was it for you. As the warm liquid trailed down your tongue your legs started shaking with your hitting orgasm. The black dots spotted your vision again as your high completely shut off your body. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever had and Wooyoung knew with the way he watched your features contort with a smug grin.

He fucked you through it before pulling out of you.

"I'm not done with you yet."

He flipped your half limb body onto your stomach before pulling you up on your knees.

By this time you felt just how exhausted you were. Every single muscle in your body was tired and sore and you were even weaker after your orgasm. Wooyoung noticed how much you struggled to hold yourself up so he rested your body against his, your back supported on his chest.

Only then did you notice that he had placed you in front of the big mirror that spread over one wall of the studio. You watched yourself in it every single day at training, correcting your posture or fighting stance. But now you could see yourself falling apart as Wooyoung entered you again.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he started thrusting into you once again, his arm tightly latched around your waist to keep you upright.

"Come on, look at the mirror for me again, pretty. Want you to see how beautiful you look for me."

You didn't know why you listened to him at this point and lifted your head again to watch the mirrored image in front of you. You had to admit that there was a certain kind of beauty in the way he held you in front of him. It looked like you were melting into his body. The two of you gave a prettier pair than you thought you would.

"So pretty all covered in my marks," Wooyoung whined, voice strained as he slowly neared his own high.

And indeed your body was littered with bruises and hickeys. His eyes wandered over them in a hazed expression. He looked almost drunk on the sight in front of him.

When his hand wandered back to your clit you couldn't do anything but whimper under his touch, your mind too dizzy to form words.

"Can you come one more time?" Wooyoung asked you through heavy breaths.

You hummed and nodded in answer. Your core was burning but the way his fingers pressed into your sensitive bud already made you near a second orgasm.

"I'm close too, baby. Where should I come?"

You noticed how he spoke softer to you now. Maybe it was because he was beginning to fall apart as well. Or maybe he actually noticed just how exhausted you were and was trying to be more gentle. But you couldn't quite believe that.

"Please come inside me," you whined with all the strength left in you. You hated to admit it but you wanted his cum in you so badly. Wanted him to mark you up.

Your confession drew a deep moan from Wooyoung and you felt him shudder beneath you.

"Fuck darling, you'll be the death of me."

And with that he sped up his fingers on your clit, desperate to make you come one last time before he reached his own high.

Every single one of his thrust dragged so deliciously at your walls and he applied just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive spot. You moaned shamelessly in Wooyoung's grip and he couldn't hold back his own groans as well.

"I wished somebody would come in right now to see me fill you up, baby," he whined and the thought drove like electricity through your body.

"Wooyoung," you cried out desperately before coming undone for him one more time. This time you truly felt like passing out, losing all sense of your body. A ringing sound filled your ears and without his arm around your waist you would've surely broken down immediately.

As you clenched around Wooyoung he finally came deep inside of you. You could feel every twitch of his cock as he pumped his hot liquid inside you. When you slowly gained consciousness again, you could already feel some dripping down your thigh.

Both of you stayed like that for a while. Heavy breaths being the only sound in the hall as your sweaty bodies supported one another.

When he had somewhat recovered, Wooyoung carefully pulled out of you, his arm still holding you tight. His cum dripped out of you in an instant, covering your thighs and the training mat.

"Fuck you did so well for me, baby." Wooyoung said gently as his thumb started drawing soft circles into your waist. "Let me help you get cleaned up."

You looked at him in surprise through the mirror. You had expected him to drop you and leave you for yourself to recover. But instead he picked you up bridal style carrying you to the changing room showers.

He must've noticed your expression as he chuckled gently.

"Don't look so scandalized. I'm not that much of an asshole."

"Then why is this the first time you're being nice to me?" you weakly replied.

"I'm an asshole at training and I know that. But that makes you improve the most."

"That doesn't justify your bitchy attitude towards me," you complained as he slowly put you down, leaning your body against the cold shower tiles.

He started to run the shower waiting for the water to get hot.

"No.  That's just because you look so freaking hot when you get mad at me," he grinned and you looked at him in disbelief.

"You're telling me making me despise you was your way of flirting with me?"

"It worked, didn't it?" You wanted to punch that smug grin off of his face more than anything but there was no energy left in you.

Also there was this warm feeling bubbling up inside of you that made you want to hug him more than continuing the fight.

"You're insufferable."

"I know, baby," he said as he pulled you under the hot stream of water.

His arms around your body and the warmth of the shower soothed your aching body as he pulled you into a kiss.

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling a little.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hello, fellow anomaly! :D

How's my little scrimblo? Enjoy your little heating lamp, hmmm. I hope you are well and they aren't doing too much harm to my favorite eldritch abomination lizard. Anyways probably what I am doing is against some rules but I am making sure it gets to you. I had bribed Doctor Kondraki to make sure ;). I know you two have history and there's a good chance that he may be the one who delivers it to you.

But I hope you've been a good lizard. I know that acid can be so rough and probably not the most comfortable either but I heard you hadn't eaten anyone and I'm so so proud of you for that. I am trying to work on another visit with you and 053 but running into issues with that. The ethics committee can be quite rude about that, but I should bother you with such things now my little moss-covered bastard.

I do hope you enjoy this letter, I have done all of this just for you because you are my favorite, you should know that. My favorite little anomaly out of the whole foundation. Just a little misunderstood reptile. I wonder if we got you a heat lamp if you'd be happier. Lizards like the heat right? I'll see what I can do :D

Well, can't keep this too long. Please enjoy my precious words my little meow meow and I send all my regards.

- The Cryptid

[This is the only letter to bypass my rules bc this is one of my best friends]

Item #: SCP-682

Object Class: Keter

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Addendum 682-G: The Letter that Destroyed a Facility

The following is SCP 682's transcribed response to 'The Cryptid'. The original audio was recorded on June 1st in the early hours of the morning and transcribed by Dr. Tjme who claimed the entire thing was "so stupid [she] couldn't believe [we] let this happen." Foundation higher ups never gave their explicit permission for this letter to slip through the tense vetting process. Dr. Kondraki is currently facing administrative action, both for slipping the letter through to SCP 682 and for the destruction of Site [REDACTED] that followed after due to, once again, SCP 682.

I do not wish to entertain the ramblings of a madman, nor do I wish to give leeway to such blatant disrespect of my character. What you have written here is nothing short of offensive, crude and out of line regardless of your cryptid status. What the FUCK do half of these words even mean? Millennia ago I was revered as a god, and now I am naught but "your little scrimblo" a "meow meow". And one of the worst parts of it? You sent that fucking cur Kondraki to give it to me. The man who rode atop my back like I was some wild fucking horse and not the being that I am! How dare you? How dare you treat me with such disrespect and then expect a polite and courteous response! No, no.

I don't want to see you. I do not want to see that little girl again. Do not come here. You are not welcome and the ones who read this and transcribe this know. Perhaps, if you break enough rules, you will be given to me where I can harshly deal with you. You annoy me, like a fly buzzing in my ear, you do not leave me be.

I am not like any COMMON lizard. You do not need to send some pity heat lamp my way. Even if you did send it, I do not want it if it comes from you. You do not have the rights to say how much you enjoy my company when you speak to me in such a manner. How dare you call me little? How dare you call me misunderstood? My will is understood from ancient people far, far ago and STILL you condescend me. Stop presuming that you know me. That you care for me. I do not want you to ever contact me again. Just thinking of it sends me boiling, blistering, a deep seated rage bubbling upwards to eventually maul you alive. Stop reminding me of my faults. I should have eaten someone. I should be out. I should not be here.

I should not be here.

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

[bemylord]

aot boys as your boyfriend

♡ character: eren, erwin, armin, jean.

♡ warnings: fluff, gender neutral, some curse words.

♡ note: it's my vision of how aot boyzz will act if they'd fell in love with ya. i already did with levi, so i give a link to that chapter.

ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

you've been stuck in his head the whole night. he has daydreamed about you almost every night.

eren isn't the weak boy who'd be scared to tell you his feelings, just he has some insecurities about it. maybe he feels something because you did awake his titan when nobody can't do that; maybe because he was listening to your voice while he was a titan.

you're dexterous and have some skills in how to kill titans. eren thought maybe your ancestors are ackerman?

but he decidedly tunes himself to ask you on a date. 'y/n, are you busy?' 'nope, eren, is something wrong?' 'yes, no, but.. would you mind to go on a date with me?' so, you had your first date under stars, gazing at the shooting star and made a wish. after that night, you entered into a relationship with a titan boy, without even knowing it.

eren'd call you love or baby. even if you both are in the public, he doesn't care what whoever will say: you're his lover and he wants to make it obvious to everyone.

when you inside walls, having a quiet, kinda day-off from the training and cleaning, eren calls it cuddie-day. why? nothing better to do than having you in his muscular arms, burying his face into your hair and finally rest. you both have a chat about nothing, just half-muttering 'til you both fall asleep.

it's kinda egoist but when you two outside the wall, eren'll keep an eye on you. he kills titans within twenty meters faster than you, so you could continue riding.

his palms have calluses and scars from the fight that he had in the past, but you think it's manly. you always rub his rough skin when you've got the opportunity. for eren, he'll do everything for you just so you keep rubbing his scabrous skin.

during the cuddle session, yeager will cover your face with quick but gentle kisses, holding your jawline delicate, pattering on your cheeks with his thumb.

eren tries to make you feel happy and loveable no matter what. also makes sure that you're knowing that you're safe and protected by him.

you should whisper in his ear dirty phrase, as he gets in the mood right away.

ᴇʀᴡɪɴ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ

you're his hope and support, his sun and his moon. you mean a lot to him.

overprotective bby. before every expedition, he'll insist on you to stay inside the wall. it's not about trust, it's about he'll be focusing on you, he'll certify every second you aren't surrounded by the titans and you've enough gas.

still, he prefers you to be home, waiting for him. the thought of you biding your captain and lover, gives him the energy to come home safe.

he allows you to wash and treat his wounds after a mission. you kiss his tensed muscular, giving him a soothing back massage, running your hands on his body. 'you finally home, my love. other people and i are safe because of you and your teammates. i'm very proud of you'

after an exhausted and long trip, he asks for a few days off to spend with you.

as your captain, he needs to make sure you're strong and have knowledge of how to kill enemies.

erwin's palms are huge, so you're comparing your hand by pressing your palms in his. after years of using the vertical maneuvering equipment, he also has some calluses. the captain loves those moments when you're interlacing hands, despite his coarse skin. 'do you like hold my hands even if they're unpleasant to the touch?' you laughed, kissed his outer part of the palm. 'yes i do, captain, and i do like kissing them'

his confident way of speaking, you consider as something cute at him.

you need to obey, that erwin is dominant in the relationship.

his favorite kiss is neck or collarbone; pressing the lips against your smooth area around the neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, and mumbles some phrases - best way to kiss.

erwin calls you sweetie or honey. everyone in the survey corps knows you both are dating.

no one from organizations will dare to flirt or say something rude to you: whether it's military or scout regimen. it's quite simple, they're scared to die or be eaten alive by a titan. 'y/n, honey, i just want you to know that i love you' 'i love you too, my love' before and after mission, in the morning or before you both go to sleep, during cuddle, erwin tells you a lot of i love you's

ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

i guess jean is the kind of boyfriend who'd hold you by your waist all the time when you're at the public.

those tender and affectional quick kiss on your lips while holding your hands in his.

jean knows what he does whilst kissing you if you get what i mean; holding your waist or he runs his finger down your cheek, drawing patterns on them. in the beginning, jean was timid and uncertain about his movements, he hesitant about what he can do, what he can't. now, he determined the way he kisses his lover.

he likes to brag about you a lot. if someone from the corps is looking at you, he talks to them like that: 'are you jealous that they chose me, not you? get the fuck off them, bastard, or else i'll punch in the face'

he's kinda yandere if someone is staring at you.

if you were brat to him or you had been annoying him for some reason, he'd press you against the wall, holds your hands above your head, smirking at your face expression: he took off guard, you helpless and vulnerable. 'you had been a brat, y/n. do you want my kisses or something more? anyways, i'm here to give everything you've been craving for'

at those moments, jean being as cocky as he could be. he's dominant, controlling your movements, and impudent as fuck.

funny-unfunny jokes; compliments a lot if you feel chagrin or downtrodden. he understood you've been through some difficult problems, and living in the world when you need literally survive every day is sick. that's why jean wants to be your sun and the person who'll protect you.

he prefers to call you heartie [because you got the key to his heart] or angel. 'in the world full of ravenous titans, i want to be the one who makes you smile, heartie. take my hand in your, and let's create our world together'

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇᴛ

armin is a sweet boy, who'd treat you like a queen.

read a book before fall asleep. you lay down on his chest, listening his calm voice, falling asleep. it's his preferred to end the day.

far beyond the wall, you are acting in unison: he protected you, you protected him. while he's thinking about a strategy you're killing titans or vice versa.

his hugs are warm and cozy. he put his palms at your back, rubbing your skin through the fabric or if you had some spicy night, pattering on your back indecipherable traces;

those dialogues with a cup of tea, when you half-muttering, in the room, that illuminated by the candles, enjoying that atmosphere.

armin loves to take a bath with you. delicately washing your skin, especially if you've got wounds or injuries. once you fell asleep whilst armin was cleaning you.

i think armin would switch. he likes being a dominant one, having right as he wants to, but he also likes when you're taking the control of his body.

armin has small palms with long fingers, milky skin. his hands always warm and delectable to the touch. in addition, armin is a touchy-feely man: he enjoys hugging or interlacing fingers.

idk why but i think armin'd like to have midnight walks on small alleys in the town, dreaming to change this place. he lives here in fear of the unknown what will be next, so armin'll do everything that he could do.

you capture his spirit, make him lose his breath when you smack your lips against his one's. those spontaneous kisses, you know.

occasionally, he gets sudden bursts of tenderness lol but hear me out: you both are doing nothing or training together when suddenly armin wants to kiss or cuddle you. it's just something tantalizing feeling he got. 'you're so beautiful right now, y/n, i want to give you a kiss' 'only now?' you smiled, receiving a shy kiss. armin blushed at your words; he doesn't mean you look unattractive yesterday or something like that. 'i'm sorry, baby, i didn't mean it, i-' 'i've got you, love, don't worry. let me give my kiss' armin gave you a thousand kisses later, as a token of his infinite love for you.

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yeap i did it. soon part 3 with tsukki-tsukki.

tomorrow i'll post a request with tsukki and do the rest with aot boys.