#god what if walked into the ring in a big shirt and sweatpants. no red no leather. beard overgrown. circles under his eyes

[mrfunnyinthebank]

do you think LA Knight is gonna be able to look us in the eye tonight

[dazedkook]

ANGEL BABY — JJK

tags: popular!yn and nerd!jk trope, oral (m receiving)

[unedited]

Nothing makes Jungkook happier than receiving your call and getting informed that your parents are out of the town. Even when he is busy preparing for a test, he quickly puts his books aside when he sees an upcoming call from you. Jungkook's lips curl into a smile when he hears a small squeal, he nervously taps on the table as he waits for you to speak.

"Kook, are you busy?" He can't help but to chuckle when you ask him that question, you should have known better now that he will always have time for you.

"Nope, I have been chilling on my bed since morning. What's wrong baby?" He doesn't hesitate to lie while in fact he has to turn in his assignment on the same night. He acknowledges that you truly have him wrapped around your little finger and he will do anything for you. It has been weeks since the last time you met so he is painfully desperate to feel you in his arms again.

"My parents are not home this weekend, is it fine for you to come over to my place?" You put the phone on speaker and rush to pick up the pile of clothings on your floor. Your pretty boyfriend doesn't like messy things (although he wouldn't mind if it's you) but you still want to clean your room so it will be comfortable for him. You remember dropping by his house and God, his room smells so nice and he keeps it all clean too.

"Feel good?" He lazily hums as a response and whispered a sweet 'thank you baby' into your left ear. A simple word from him make you feel so giddy so you shower his face with kisses. Your sweetest boy only deserves the best head, hug and kisses.

"Wait for me darling" He ends the call and sprints to the bathroom to clean up before putting on his usual sweatpant and oversized black shirt. He drives to your neighborhood and parks slightly far from your house. He doesn't want to risk getting caught, not when your father is his professor. No word will ever explain the horror he feels when he sees the family portrait in the living room. He reaches out for his phone and takes a final look at his hair and makes sure his breath smells nice before ringing the bells.

As soon as the door opens wide, he gets a little bit too excited and embraces you. He wraps his hands tightly around your waist and kicks the door in an attempt to close it. Being the shorter one, you have the urge to just jump on his body and let him carry you around. Jungkook doesn't even have to hold you since you are straddling over his waist and your hands are comfortably resting around his neck.

"I missed you so bad" Your hands naturally run through his fluffy strawberry blonde hair. He smells like one too, to be specific a white strawberry. "Have you had your breakfast?" His lips turns into a pout when you cup his dimpled cheeks, he is just so round and adorable. You just want to kiss him all over his face and suck him off until he cries.

"Mhm, I had ramen and sandwich" He walks up the stairs and stops midway when you get off from his body. Knowing how hectic he gets especially during examination week, you believe that your boyfriend is lacking some proper meals for the past few days. It wouldn't hurt to feed him before having fun in the bedroom.

"But, that is not enough, my big baby needs to eat more" You retort and he obeys then follows you to the kitchen. Even though Jungkook is so much taller, looks scarier and physically stronger than you, he becomes a small bunny around you. He is such a good boy and you want to reward him for that. After having a meal together, you decided to cuddle with him while watching random videos on YouTube. You take a glance on the clock and realise it has been half an hour since the meal. He should be ready and comfy now.

"When are you going to fuck me?" You whisper and laugh when his ear turns red. Being a considerate girlfriend, you wait for him to fully digest his food before getting into the nasty activities. "I just want you to fuck me with your big cock and make me go dumb like a stupid slut" He laughes fondly hearing your statement, it's so honest and he enjoys it. Although, he prefers to be gentle with you. He doesn't want to treat you like an object and wants to show that he truly loves you.

"Darling, I can't bring myself to treat you like that. You know that I love you a lot" He confesses instead of choking you and abusing your holes until your brain rot. See, he is absolutely perfect in your eyes but you think he should try to assert more dominance especially in bed. It doesn't help when you're mad horny and he is always gentle with you. Feeling a little bit upset with it, your hands travel inside his pants and pull his cock out.

He slightly shivers when your cold hand (barely) wraps around his warm cock, he finds it so adorable that sometimes you have to use both of your hands to play with it. You keep on stroking his length while the other hand was busy massaging his inner thigh, you can't help but to giggle when pre-cum starts leaking out of his reddening tip. You absolutely like that he always gets dripping messy as it shows that he is enjoying your touch. On the other hand, he feels so embarrassed. It always happens whenever you play with his cock. He swears that he tries hard to not come early but he isn't capable of doing it when you look so pretty with his dick in your hands and his oversensitivity is not helping either.

One of the things that you love about Jungkook is he is very vocal in bed. He always makes the cutest noises ever whenever he's close to his orgasm, you really love hearing his deep grunts whenever he drills into you. Not to mention, he has a habit where he will hold your hands whenever you ride him. He winces in pleasure when you lick the dripping white liquid on his cock, he stops himself from thrusting his whole length down to your throat. He lets out a small whine when you remove your top, you know very well that he likes to paint your chest with his cum.

A loud whine escapes his lips when you rub his sensitive tip on your hard nipples, he groans harder when you occasionally switch between sandwiching his dick between your tits and sucking the soul out of him. it didn't take a long time before his cum splatters all over your chest, some of it even ended up on your cheek.

You can tell that he is still dazed by the hazy look in his eyes so you straddle his hips and cup his cheeks to make him look straight into your eyes.

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author's note: hi it's been months and i have few requests in inbox (most of it lust for life au) but enjoy this small drabble, ill do the editing when i have time !! thank u for reading and requesting 🤯

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

fem Ayato hcs

Ace of Wands

She's intense

There's no other way to put it bright red hair, tall, and fair, confident steps, laid back shoulders, and a grin with lazy droopy eyes that frame the prettiest marble green. She takes space, she is an expression that leaves an impression and god forbid if she doesn't catch attention.

Objectively speaking she's gorgeous you know Cordelia gave her them good genes when it comes to looks, but there is something crooked about her.

She's on the taller side 5'7-5'8, with her combat boots or air forces usually 5'10.

Out of all her sisters she has the shortest hair, it's a mullet.

It's still it's beautiful pomegranate red, but healthier and softer.

if she feels like dressing up she'll curl the ends and add in cute clips. If she's playing sports or working out she'll tie it up in a half up, half down. Or messy space bun.

When she walks past it leaves the scent of musk and incense, with like citrusy wine undertones.

Definitely turns heads

Her outfits are mismatched and if she actually likes her sisters clothes she'll steal it

Tight cropped shirts, rhine stones, chunky belts, a multitude of necklaces and rings, low sweatpants and jeans, a variety of air forces. Big leather jackets or varsity jackets, sports wear. Basketball shorts and tank tops, caps and beanies. Very much y2k aesthetic.

Sometimes she also wears very androgynous fits, after all she has her father's strong jaw and thick eyebrows that create a multitude of emotions.

Main colours red, white, black. Printed stuff with animals like dragons or tigers, small tops and big trousers

She keeps her nails short, but healthy and clean sometimes she lets her sisters paint them. Has cute stickers and bandages from kanato.

An amazing bone structure with high cheek bones, and arched eyebrows, long calloused fingers, and steady shoulders that hold more responsibility than a child should know.

Her body type leans into her mother's with a pear shaped body, she's got nice tits but very little ass, she has wonderful legs, you can tell she never skips leg day.

Captain of her basketball team, and most prominent member in most of the schools athletic clubs trying to bring up her credit.

She's got a trophy wall and she will accept nothing less then gold on it, which is even though she hates working out and as a vampire she probably doesn't have to prove her strength she goes the extra mile.

The sports hall stays open an hour later than usual because she's doing more reps trying to perfect her new decoy move. Laito has to pick her up to make sure she doesn't over work herself.

Same reason she doesn't fail, sure she's not a A* student but will never be caught lacking with anything less than a C.

Studies with spite, after all she's never interested in anything unless it provides her thrill.

A genuine enigma, she goes from captivating the room with spit fire taunts to a silent complexity.

Rolls her eyes, kisses her teeth, furrows her brows but but her eyes crinkle with how wide she grins, smirks like the Cheshire cat and cackles and giggles and whines.

She's been entertained by many men and women over the years, they all share one quality. Big muscles with impressive pecs (tits she likes tits man idk what you want me to say) or small petite people who give wonderful hugs, and smell so good and warm. They always have the brightest eyes

It all ends the same for her regardless she'll fall into bed with them once, twice leaving her marks with hickeys and scratches. She likes making them scream her name and whine. Cheeks rosy and tears. She wants to monopolize their time, everything should be about her.

To her she'll throw around words like baby, and my angel to get what she wants.

She's got this gravelly and loud voice, with the slightest foreign accent perhaps from her early years living in between The capital of the Vampire's Solis Occasum and The capital of Vibora Schlangenmaul.

But at heart she's still a girl, a girl locked in a room piles of books surrounding her as she hears her sisters decorate each others hair with flowers and her mother's incessant drawl with Ritcher. A girl who will always be lacking, the girl who was not the first born, the girl who isn't the prodigy, the girl who's mother loves so many but not her own, the girl.

Because being the girl is enough of the burden, a heir who's not the eldest is laughable but a heir who's a girl. Pure hysterical.

Red rimmed eyes, watery peridotites that are identical to the one person she can't run away from. The water engulfs her, she can't escape it all the men who watched her closely growing up, her mother's "close" friends. The perfect political piece.

Strong enough to challenge the heir meant strong enough to give children, blood of both the vampire king and one of the last first blood women, sister of the future king.

As well as the king's brothers precious niece after all there was no one who quite inherited her mother's skills for entrapment as well as she did. The more men who realized her mother was unattainable turned their gaze on her and her sisters.

Well as the eldest daughters she couldn't just let that go huh? Beat lines of people up, ruined noble houses, de flowered random noble daughters lead monster hunts for her grandfather. Hardly anyone could deny her as a sakamaki.

After all she was there, she held her mother no matter how much she hated her, she washed her sister when their father finally let her out the dungeon after the convinced the council with a little pressure from her maternal grandfather, she combs and cleans laito up. She soothes and distracts kanato on the bad nights. After all she may not be the eldest son but eldest daughters were always a little tougher

After all her allies aren't any else when they were born after all the Ace of wands was drawn with the tower and the two of cups

[lilithgrax]

Seeing In Color

Summary: Jungkook decides karate is better than boxing and takes you to Dragon’s Gate, where you meet the Boy With the Dragon Tattoo.

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: PG; swearing

Warnings: Swearing; Taehyung is a little shit-stirrer, isn't he?

Author’s Note: This has turned into more of a slow burn than I intended... I just cannot help myself with these side characters. They stir up ideas.

You can find this work on my Ao3 as well at Lillith_Grax.

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Yoongi looks at both of you quizzically but gives you a gummy smile. He's not wearing his gi, just a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and you assume he must be done with his classes for today. You try not to let him notice you're staring but his shirt is just too tight and his sweatpants are just too low on his hips for you not to. A few lingering seconds on his chest let you know that the red on his chest is just ever so noticeable through the white fabric of his shirt.

Jungkook doesn't answer and looks everywhere but Yoongi's face, not sure what to say. Yoongi stuffs his hands in his sweats pockets, taking a deep breath and backing up a step.

"Did I interrupt something? I'll just go get my coffee and be on my way then."

He starts to walk away but you blurt out for him to wait and grab the leg of his pants before he can get too far. He turns to look down at you and you let go, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. He didn't seem annoyed, or angry, but you wondered if knowing what happened between Jungkook and Hoseok would change anything. You've been told over and over that it was just a fling, it was a long time ago, but you can't help but feel the bile churn in your stomach whenever you think about it. You've never been friends with an ex before and that concept seems entirely foreign to you.

"Come down and sit with us after you get your coffee." Jungkook offers, saving you from having to think of words to stumble over. Yoongi smiles in affirmation and tells you he'll be right back. Your best friend just stares at you with a tired look on his face and shakes his head at himself.

"I should have known he might show up to the coffee shop thats right next to his dojo. I'm a fucking idiot." You notice Jungkook squint over your shoulder and then his eyes widen, a look of terror crossing his face and he sucks in a breath of air in a loud gasp.

"Oh, no." He whispers. "Oh no. Oh Goddddddd."

You spin around in your chair and look over to the counter. Yoongi stands off to the side, waiting at the end of the counter for his drink to be made. He's talking to another man who also seems to be waiting for his drink. He's a couple of inches taller, dark brown wavy hair falling around his eyes. He looks trendy in a floral print button down that shows a little too much collarbone, but it doesn't dawn on you the reason for Jungkook's reaction until you see him stick out his plump, pouty bottom lip at Yoongi.

"Oh my God." You whisper, whipping back around to face your friend. "Is that the hot artsy guy?! From Sculpture & Painting?!"

"Shhhhh!!" Jungkook takes his hood off of his head and swipes his hair back, internally panicking. You peek back over your shoulder and they both now have their drinks in hand, and you see the tall one point at Jungkook before they both start walking over.

"I look like shit. And Yoongi's going to bring up Hoseok." Your best friend whispers, almost inaudible. "This is a nightmare." He emphasizes the last word, eyes going wide. You notice Jungkook's struggle not to sink down into his chair to try and become invisible as they approach the table.

"Taehyung." He says immediately, offering you his hand to shake. You take it. "Nice to meet you." The smile that he gives you is dazzling. This close, you notice that he has a gold choker on, and big pearl earrings. You can feel a few rings on the long, slender fingers of his hand that you're holding. Very stylish, but different than Hoseok, you think. Expensive taste.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you too, Taehyung." You think about adding 'Jungkook has told me a lot of good things about you' to the end of your sentence, but you don't want to add to your best friend's embarrassment. You flick your eyes over to Yoongi, and he's smiling fondly at you. Warmth pools in your chest. Then you realize they're both standing, shifting weight on their feet, and you look around for extra chairs. Taehyung is ahead of you, walking around to your other side and pulling a chair in between you and Jungkook. You look up at Yoongi and he just smiles down at you, moving next to your seat to rest his hand on the back of it. You feel his thumb touch start stroking your upper back, but after a second he pulls his hand away, thinking better of it. Your stomach churns and you can't decide what you're feeling right now.

"Taehyung started student teaching when I was a senior at the university." Yoongi starts, "I recognized him from the class, but he says you're much better at the arts than I was, Jungkook."

Jungkook perks up and gives an 'Oh?' to Yoongi before glancing over at Taehyung, who's flashing him a winning smile. He chuckles when Jungkook glances away almost immediately and tries to cover his face with his hair. You watch Taehyung's eyes give him a long, lingering once-over; smile still plastered on his face. A thousand thoughts start to swirl in your head- there's something about Taehyung but you just can't put your finger on what you're feeling.

"Have a late night last night?" Taehyung's voice is smooth and velvety, but not sultry like Yoongi's. You try not to think about it too much so you don't get turned on. His smile has turned into a little teasing smirk, leaning towards Jungkook with an elbow on the table.

Yoongi interjects. "Oh yeah. I heard you mention something about Hoseok. Is he alright?"

Both of you freeze. Jungkook looks at you with pleading eyes. This man you just met, Taehyung- is just as gorgeous as Jungkook made him out to be. In that moment you figure out what that something about him is- he's beautiful and has an air about him that tells you he knows he's beautiful. You definitely believe your best friend when he says people fawn over him all the time. But something about the way he's looking at Jungkook tells you other things- that he knows Jungkook has been flirting with him, and he's totally into it. Maybe. And after all he's done for you, you try to think of something fast to save his ass. You turn and look up at Yoongi.

"He's fine! He just drank way too much last night and Jungkook was nice enough to babysit and make sure he got home safely, since Namjoon went home early."

For a second, as you're locking eyes with Yoongi, your heart pounds so loud in your chest you swear he would hear it. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

"Tch. Not surprised. He was always the lush of the group." He sticks out one finger from around his coffee cup to point at Jungkook. "Told you that wasn't Joon's scene. Surprised he even went at all."

He takes a sip of his coffee and you fight the urge to physically express how relieved you are. Thankfully, nobody is left to stew in their thoughts for too long because Taehyung speaks up, looking over at you from behind his wavy hair.

"Are you two on a date? Did we interrupt?"

In a complete twist of his attitude, Jungkook laughs.

"Absolutely not." He responds to Taehyung, almost sounding disgusted. You'd be offended if you didn't know the intricacies of this situation completely. Taehyung keeps looking at you, studying both you and Yoongi, and the wheels in his head seem to start turning. From the few moments you've known Taehyung you can't tell if you like him or not; you like that he's so forward but it also makes it seem like he enjoys drama.

"Is that so?" he laughs. Jungkook's eyes light up watching him laugh, you can see the infatuation written plainly on his face. But for some reason, Taehyung is still looking at you.

"If not Jungkook, do you have a boyfriend, y/n?"

[seijohsbabe]

omg imagine daddy iwa. like...he’s no longer with your mother meaning divorced, but you get to visit him every weekend! it’s so much fun and it’s your favorite part of the week because he stuffs you full of his load. 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻

(mom gets suspicious everytime you come back home with a blush and grin)

canyouwritethisplease

a/n: Omg yes!!!! Thank u so much to be my first ask, it made me so happy c: Daddy iwa is 🥵 (I’m sorry if it’s kinda short)

Ship: Dad!Iwaizumi x f!Reader

Tw: incest, daddy kink, dubcon, choking, overstimulation, (Reader is in college)

Wordcount: 2,0k

When you were called down by your parents and they looked you in the face, you had expected everything except that.

"We're going to divorce." The words rang in your head to this day. When your father moved out and you stayed with your mother alone, you couldn't help but cry. He hugged you tightly and whispered in your ear, "You can visit me every weekend." And so you did. It's been like this for two years and you're always happy to go to see him. The weekends were full of fun. But at a certain time, you are looking forward to the weekends even more. Every time you came back to your mum, with red cheeks and a big grin on your face. She just raised her eyebrows at you, but your dad specifically forbade you to talk to anyone about it, and you did. It was also the reason you didn't want a boyfriend. You were safe with Daddy and that was enough for you.

This weekend it was time again. You packed your things and stood at the door to say goodbye to your mum. Since there were only two stations by train, you didn’t have to wait long until you finally see his face again. With fast steps, you jump from the train to bring the way between the house and the train station behind you. Excited you ring the house to which you have already been a lot. Long you did not have to wait until he opened the door. "Daddy!!" You screamed loud, while you hugged him. His strong muscular arms put themselves around your -in contrast to him- small body, while he buried his face on your head to smell your scent "Princess, I've already missed you." He muttered against your hairline, while he pulled you into the house, and sat us on the couch.

As he sat with two jars next to you and pat his thigh while smiling at you. "Come here Princess, I've missed you." The nickname let your middle tingle, while you crawled over to him, and placed yourself on his strong thighs, while you put your hands around his neck. His hands in turn placed on your thighs and drove up and down, well-considered that your skirt slipped higher and higher.

"I've missed you so much daddy, please take care of me." Your voice became more and more desperate, but Iwaizumi only chuckled while he continued to drive over your thighs with his big strong hands and put them on your hips. "Oh my little girl, I’ve missed you too, but your so eager today, aren’t you?" he said while pushing you down and rubbing you against something hard. Of course you knew what it was and it made you whine. All week you couldn't think of anything else but to be filled by him.

Very slowly he let your skirt go up until he could see your dressed cunny. When he tore your underpants with one hand, you were startled briefly. "Already so wet for daddy huh?" he said, looking at your glistening cunt which screamed literally to be filled. His finger grazed through your cunt to collect all your wetness.

"Yes Daddy just for you", you answered while you looked him in the eyes. His eyes, they had something that enchanted you every time.

He brought his finger up to bring it before your mouth. You knew what to do, so you took his finger in your mouth and licked it clean, while you looked him in the eyes. When he took his finger back to him again, he put his hand around your face and stroked you with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, the missing warmth of his touch. Without a word, he lifted you by your thighs, which made you scream briefly.

"Well I'm gonna fill you up real‘ good today Princess.“

Your lower abdomen tickled now, and you couldn’t stop the urge to kiss him, while he walked you two to his bedroom. Your hands grabbed his hair to pull him even more into you. It was a passionate kiss which the two of you shared. You knew all this was wrong, but since he asked you once, to make you feel better after a hard breakup, of course, you said yes because Daddy always made you feel better.

And since then you couldn’t stop thinking of him and his big cock which filled you always so nice.

Your kiss just didn't end, it was like time stood still until he put you on the bed and stood over you and looked down at you with a big grin on his face. Your eyes spoke a thousand words. You wanted him. Now. Of course, he didn't let himself be told twice and pulled his shirt over his head, and immediately afterward pulled your skirt off your legs. You were impatient and you didn't hid it either, because you were immediately on your knees to help him a little, but he just shook his head and let you get up again. Your questioning look at him made him giggle. "Oh baby, I've missed you, I just want to fill you up right now." While he pushed you back onto the bed, to let you lay on your back. His hands started moving over your cunt to go even higher until it got to your shirt and pulled it over your head. Your bra fell to the floor quickly too. Now completely naked, hair lying around you, cunt dripping, you looked like an angel to Iwaizumi, sent by the gods. His angel belonged only to him and gave him redemption.

Your gaze held Iwaizumi's while he took off his sweatpants, including his underpants. It was clear to see how much he missed you. His cock stood straight up, the tip leaking with pre-cum, while he gave it a few pumps until he laid over you, his strong muscular arms from years of training next to your head while he looked down at you, and entered you with one push. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Your hands gripped his upper arms. After the first bump, he couldn't pull himself together and groaned. His tip kissed your cervix perfectly with every thrust. It made you moan and drive your nails down into its skin as your eyes rolled back.

Out of nowhere, he started pounding into you at an incredibly fast pace. It was unclear to you how he could bring so much power into his thrusts in this position, but it felt so good.

"D-Daddyyyy." You moaned as he got faster and faster. One of his hands had now moved further down to play with your sensitive nipple.

"Cum for me Princess, come on.“

It was just so much to feel for you right now. You could feel every inch of his length in you. And with a final snap, you finally came, pulling your walls tightly around him while you kept repeating "Daddy" until it was just a whisper. He let you ride your high while he watched your face with eagle eyes.

When you came back down he leaned over you and began to pick up his pace again. During this, he looked for your wrists to hold them together over your head with one hand. "Fuck your just so tight." he hissed while his pace quickened. The slapping of your skin echoed in the room, mixed with your moans, and Iwaizumi‘s groans.

"I'm gonna cum into you." Your walls clenched around him. "Oh, you like that? My Lil cumslut. Always so eager for my cum.“

His free hand pressed onto your lower belly. "Fuck, Do you feel that?I can feel my cock right here“ he pressed again, but you couldn't answer him because of his cock going in and out and your ever-growing knot that will soon explode for the second time. His hand continued to slide down until he reached your clit and put pressure on it. And with one more powerful push, you both came at the same time. Long white ropes splattered your walls white while your walls basically pumped him out. His hips rolled in and out of you at a slow pace while you were still too much in ecstasy to notice that he was rolling you over to let himself lay on the back while you were on top of him. His penis still inside you, he lifted you up to let you fall on him in one quick motion. Your eyes widened and a loud moan escaped you.

"S 'too much Daddy-" you've mumbled. His hands caressed your back while he praised you.

Slowly he lifted you to see you straight in front of him again. "Princess, I said beforehand I would fill you up, do you think I lied?" You shook your head. "Well then, ride me like a good girl come on.“

Your hands planted themselves on his strong chest to lift you up and sink you down again. You didn't have much strength but you were still trying to build up a pace.

But this was probably not enough, because Iwaizumi put his hand around your neck and squeezed it once. "So tired already? Come on you can do more.“ But you just shook your head. Being able to say something would not have been possible because your air supply was getting tighter. "You have to do everything by yourself," he mumbled to himself. And with that, he planted his feet on the bed, while he put his hands on your hips. Without being able to say another word, he pounded into you again. His length slid along your walls, you could feel each of his veins, even his tip which, as always, hit your point perfectly every time. Your hands tried to hold his shoulders while the stars came back to your vision. "Fuck- Daddy's so big" Your hands clung to his strong shoulders and it seemed he would never stop his pace at this rate.

His eyes tightened as you tightened your hands on his shoulders. "I'm cumming, I’m cumming, I’m- fuck." And that brought you to your third orgasm for today. Your senses were numb, your walls clammed around him while he was still chasing his climax. But he didn't have to wait long for it when he came into you with a final snap, and shot his second load cum into you, and immediately pulled himself out of you, to let you lay next to him in his arms. His cum just dripped out of you, but it felt incredible to have finally been filled again. Your eyes closed because you were too tired to move a centimeter now.

"Was it Good Princess?" He chuckled while he put back your hair that was hanging in your face. "Mhm, I've missed Daddy's cock so much." You mumbled into a pillow. But that wouldn't be the last time, because tomorrow was another day. When you come back home you have to make sure to walk upright after the many laps you two did over the weekend, because the last thing you two need is when your mum scoops up what you did.

[the-marvelclub]

Don’t forget me

steve rogers x reader

Summary: Steve and reader are happily married, so what happens when a mission goes wrong and Steve is pronounced dead? And what if he comes back but she’s already in a relationship?

Warnings: Fluff, a lot of angst, main character death (?) but with a happy ending.

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Author’s note: Happy because i finished this in just a few hours, hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated.

Little caresses of soft fingers running up and down your bare back made you shiver, waking you up, your eyes flutter open.

You groaned and buried your face in the pillow. Steve's chuckle echoed throughout the room before you felt wet kisses being spread all over your lower back, slowly making their way up to your shoulders. Fingers moving your hair to one side exposing your right ear. 

"Good morning, Dollface" he whispered in your ear in his husky voice, which honestly always sounds like that when he just woke up, and he bit your ear lobe making butterflies erupt in your stomach and making you a little giddy.  

You had spent the night in Steve's room, the light soft reddish color coming through the windows and painting the white walls of Steve's room making you aware that it was probably just dawn, the atmosphere was calm and familiar and his bed was certainly a thousand times more comfortable than yours could ever be. 

"Good god, Steve. I bet you it's not even 6:00am" you mumbled sleepily, he might be a super soldier but you needed your 9 hours of sleep. Steve let out a chuckle in your ear again, bringing shivers all over your body. 

"You really look cute when you're half asleep like that" he replied still talking into your ear, running his soft hand all over your back only to then grab your waist, letting his arm rest there. "I want to marry you." 

You smiled before turning your body to be face to face with Steve knowing he wouldn't let you sleep anymore, you pulled the white silk sheet in your best effort to cover your body looking up at him. He was leaning on his left elbow, his right arm still wrapped around your waist, his torso was naked, the sheets on his hips.

"But I already said ‘I do’, baby" you smiled showing him the ring on your left hand and remembering your wedding day. You had been best friends for what seemed like forever before a mission which required you to pretend to be married led to you both confessing your feelings, then you had realized it had all been a plan by the others to finally get you to admit what they had already known for quite some time, that the mission never really required you to go as a couple, but you couldn't be mad at them, quite the opposite, you felt a deep gratitude towards them, because you would never have been able to do it on your own. A year later, Steve had taken you to the roof of the Compound where you could see the distant lights of the skyscrapers of New York, where he had prepared you a dinner with your favorite meals and a bottle of wine and had gotten down on one knee, opening the little red velvet box with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, he really was a 40s man, full of romance and chivalry.  Six months later you were married.

"Right, but I'm talking about a vow renewal, I just can't believe you're mine, you're like a dream" he let out, the pink painting his cheeks matching yours.  His dirty blonde hair was a mess and his eyes sparkled with pure adoration.  

"You really are full of compliments today, huh?" you smiled bringing your hand to his hair and giving it a little squeeze. You loved this Steve, he had always been romantic and protective of you, but this Steve, the one you only knew in the early morning hours was driving you crazy, the sentimental Steve, full of compliments and caresses and without shirt on. The Steve who could look into your soul with just one look and that lazy smile. The one only you knew. 

"Stop complaining, you know you love it" he said smiling mischievously, like a little boy.  

"I can't complain" you shrugged, sliding your fingers down his hard chest, imagining how good it would look with a couple of tattoos on it. You bit your lip thinking about it before returning your gaze to him, who already had his eyes on you, his eyes glowing, fingers at your waist squeezing. Before you could register what was happening, he had lunged towards you pressing his lips hard against yours, you sighed as you felt his lips sucking on yours and grabbed his cheeks pulling him closer to you, his hands taking your waist and lifting you up to get you on top of him, he bit your bottom lip asking for entrance but you put both hands on his chest putting distance between the two of you, ending the kiss and shaking your head. You still hadn't brushed your teeth. 

He grunted with discontent and pouted, completely adorable, but kept his arms around your waist. You stroked his hair and he closed his eyes, sighing. 

"I really love you" he let out, looking into your eyes, with an expression you couldn't read, he suddenly looked worried and even a little scared. "I would do anything to protect you, you know that right?". 

You frowned. 

"What is this all about?" you asked leaning your face on his chest looking into his eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

He shook his head before giving you a small smile, wanting you to forget the subject. 

"It's the mission, isn't it?" you sighed.

He looked at you for a long moment and you knew the answer. 

Steve along with Fury had been tracking a dangerous organization for months that for some reason were targeting Steve. They both believed it wasn't that big of a threat. They had only sent Steve a couple of death threats, but being Captain America and part of the Avengers, there were always enemies. But when one afternoon, a threat had come to you, Steve got to work and he and Fury had been tracking the origin of these for months and now they finally had a lead.  

"It's probably nothing," he said, "don't worry about it, Fury will go with me on this one. Maybe the lead will be useless." You knew he didn't want to worry you but you couldn't help it, you wanted to go with him this afternoon but you as well as everyone else had other missions to attend to. 

You nodded and kissed his chin reassuringly. 

He placed a kiss on your forehead and released you by turning you to your side of the bed, before getting out of bed, putting on his sweatpants and putting on his white shirt. 

It was your turn to pout, missing his warm body. 

"Come on, Dollface." He said placing his palms on the mattress and leaning over to you "I'll make you those chocolate chip pancakes and when I get back from the mission we're going to watch that Jason Bourne movie you love so much."

You let out an excited squeal and hugged him by the neck pulling him back into bed.  

"You sure know how to spoil a girl."

_

Steve never returned from that mission.

That afternoon you were in the kitchen preparing popcorn for movie night with Steve and the next minute, Fury had come out of the elevator doors, concern filling his face and honestly it was the most you had ever seen him show any emotion, he had quietly approached Tony, ignoring the greetings of the team that was hanging out in the living room, he had taken him to the briefing room and they had been inside for quite a while. You had been watching the elevator doors waiting for Steve to come out of them before deciding to ask Fury, but before you could even take a step, Tony had left the room and the moment you looked at his face, your stomach sank, a horrible feeling surrounding you. You had never seen Tony like that before, the look in his eyes was something you would never be able to describe, he was pale, his eyes seemed sunken and he kept looking nowhere in particular. A few moments later that seemed like hours, he had uttered the words that broke you inside.

Steve hadn't made it.

You don't remember much after that, all you remember is popcorn strewn all over the kitchen floor, a deafening scream that you never realized you had let out, and the pain in your knees as you fell to the floor. You remember screams coming from the others, asking Tony and Fury for explanations and a lot of commotion. But what you could never forget even if you wanted to was the pain of your heart being squeezed inside you and the horrible feeling that now everything would be different.

That had been 1 year and 6 months ago. Since the news everything had been a blur. It was as if you were seeing everything from outside your body. The first few days, you didn't leave the living room couch, your gaze focused on the metal doors of that gray elevator, you didn't eat, you didn't sleep, waiting for Steve to show up with his suit dirty from the mission and the shield in his hand, telling you that it had taken a little longer than usual but that everything had gone well, that he had nothing but a few scratches on his body and that he would take a shower before cuddling up with you in bed.

The day you understood that Steve would never walk out those doors, you couldn't help but be angry at him for leaving you alone that morning after breakfast and not asking for help from the team, but more than anything you were angry at yourself for not doing anything about it. You thought it was a routine mission, just to confirm that the clue was legit. You never gave the subject much thought. You couldn't believe you had been so naive and you knew it was your fault.

The next few months after that you and the team as well as Fury had been immersed in the case, trying to track down the organization and the man responsible for Steve's death. Thousands of leads were emerging every day but they all led to a dead end. The team wasn't much better, everyone blamed each other for Steve's death but you knew it all affected Tony the most. Natasha and Wanda were there for you but Bucky was the one who were constantly with you during the first few months, supporting you and looking out for you. But you could see he was hurting too, Bucky had gone back to his old self, he was withdrawing from everyone, except you. Barely making conversation with the others and most of the time going out without telling you where he was going. You wanted to ask him about it but you knew he needed time. Hell, you needed it too. A year and a half later it seemed like everything was back to normal, even though you knew that inside you were all different people. Losing family wasn’t easy.

Thank God you had Matthew, an agent who worked at the coumpound, he had been in charge of the funeral and since then, he always made sure you were okay, at first it was small talk in the hallways, telling you how sorry he was and asking you how you were feeling, then it was little gifts, he always brought you coffee and gave you a smile when he saw you filling out reports in the briefing room, before you knew it he had become a great friend. His blue eyes and the way he treated you reminded you of Steve, and you knew you were drawn to that sense of familiarity and comfort. Then at that party, he had kissed you and although his kisses were nothing compared to Steve's, you accepted a date with him when he asked you the next day.

"Are you okay? You look distracted" Wanda's thick accent brought you out of your thoughts, you turned to look at her and her eyes were looking at you with concern.

You cleared your throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." You replied avoiding her questioning eyes, taking your necklace between your hand squeezing it. The wedding ring now taking its place on this one and not on your finger. Everyone was in the kitchen; you were sitting at the table peeling an orange and Wanda was next to you. Natasha was next to Bruce making himself a sandwich while Tony was complaining about the coffee grounds they had toss out in the sink, you let out a small chuckle, you knew it had been Sam who was sitting there reading a magazine completely ignoring Tony. Clint was spending the weekend with his family and Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

"I know this may be a difficult day for you" Wanda murmured moving closer to you, making sure no one else could hear. "We completed the mission. We arrested the bastard who..." she sighed "I know that maybe you thought this would bring you relief. But everything gets better with time, believe me I know." She had promised never to read your mind and you knew she had not. You smiled at her, you loved the fact that she knew you so well that she didn't have to use her powers to know what you were thinking.

2 days ago, the mission had been completed, they had found the person responsible for Steve's death and had dismantled the organization, surprised to find that they had some infiltrators right there working in the Compound, people you looked at every day, people who had seen you suffer and they were responsible all this time. You pushed those thoughts out of your mind quickly as you felt rage growing inside you again. You sighed deeply and remembered that Fury was taking care of it. Everything would be okay now.

"So how are things going with Matt?" Natasha asked approaching the table as she munched on her sandwich. Before you could answer, Fury appeared through the kitchen door. You frowned. It was unusual to have a visit from him at this hours of the night.

"Briefing room. Now," was all he said before turning and walking out of the kitchen. The whole team was surprised but followed him without a word. Entering the briefing room, you leaned against the wall in one of the corners waiting for Fury to speak.

"Two years ago we became aware of an existing threat that was harming one of our team. We mistakenly thought it was something minor, it wasn't until a year and a half ago that we discovered it was all part of something bigger and more dangerous. Something highly sensitive that if not handled correctly could harm us and the nation by exposing secrets of our operations."

"We already know that..." Tony began speaking, with one hand on his head, looking exhausted.

"Maria and I came up with a plan that we would put into action once we got the first lead" he interrupted, ignoring Tony's comment. "If we made them believe that they had achieved their goal, we would have an ace up our sleeve when it came to dismantling their organization, which we have done successfully, thanks to the help of this person..." he sighed and looked at the floor "I ask you to please try to understand."

I frowned, just as confused as the whole team.

"What are you talking about, sir?" You let out and he turned to look at you, sighing once more before shaking his head pointing towards the door.

"Hello, Dollface."

Everything happened in slow motion, the room filled with a deafening silence, you turned towards the door directing your gaze to the source of the voice. And if it wasn't for those blue eyes that wouldn't take their eyes off you, You knew you'd pass out right there.

Steve.

He was standing in the doorframe. And he looked different; his hair was longer, his beard covered half of his face and he looked 10 years older, he had dark circles around his eyes as if he hadn't slept since that morning when he had woken up next to you kissing your body. He was wearing a dark blue suit, and Bucky was standing next to him.

Realization fell over you and you felt your stomach sunk. Tears stung your eyes and you couldn't breathe. You walked slowly towards him, not trusting your own legs and planted yourself in front of him, he was like the ghost of the old Steve, only this one was rough around the edges, his eyes looked at you with adoration but also regret. Before he could say a word, you slapped him.

The sound of hand against cheek echoed across the room. Steve didn't seem surprised. Suddenly the whole room was filled with commotion, everyone started talking at the same time, but you couldn't take it anymore, you felt that at any moment you would fall to the floor. So you just walked out of there, but not without giving Bucky a death glare. The bastard knew it all along.

You ran to your room, ignoring the calls of Steve running after you and the commotion of the place. You locked the door to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom, where you couldn't hear Steve knocking on your door over and over again. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were a mess, the tears wouldn't stop falling even though you didn't feel them and your face was pale, with trembling hands you ripped off the necklace with the ring and threw it on the floor before sitting down on the floor and started crying.

_

It had been a week since Steve had returned, a week that you had been avoiding him, against your better judgment you had gone to Matt's apartment where he had offered you a place to stay, the coumpound being the last place you wanted to be. You felt your body move and perform the simplest of tasks like washing the dishes, folding your clothes or even watching a movie but your mind just wasn't there, you were like a zombie, and it was already starting to affect your relationship with Matt, you knew it wasn't fair to him but you couldn't care in the slightest, not for now. You hated to admit it but you missed Steve, you missed his voice, his laugh, the way he looked at you, his kisses, his touches. And knowing he was so close to you was driving you crazy. But he had betrayed you. He knew it, he knew it all that time and he didn't tell you, he didn't dare to tell you that morning when it was just you and him. He had let you suffer for a year and a half. To hell with the plan, he had broken your heart. The next morning after he came, you had sneaked into Natasha's room and left the necklace with the wedding ring for her to give back to Steve, she tried to talk some sense into you but you had already made up your mind, after that you had left with Matt.

"I like this part, it's when she realizes the alien is with her on the ship" you heard Matt's voice speak, you two were watching a stupid sci-fi movie, your gaze on the screen but you weren't paying attention to it, your mind wandering elsewhere.

"Mmmh."

"And then she befriends the alien."

"Uh-huh."

"And then they move in together and play badminton on Sundays."

"Interesting."

"That's it" he said letting out a sigh before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV, snapping you out of your thoughts. "You're not even listening”.

Guilt wash all over you.

"Sorry, I was just a little distracted that's all." you said quickly.

He turned to look at you and gave you a smile but it didn't reach his blue eyes, which now that you took a good look at him were nothing like Steve's at all. "This isn't going to work, is it?" he finally asked but you knew he already knew the answer.

You sighed and shook your head slowly. He was a sweet boy and deserved better.

"I'm sorry" you said "I don't want you to think I'm just using you to get over Steve, I really like you, it's just... things are really complicated in my life right now" you finally admitted.

"I know" he said wiping away a tear you didn't know had escaped. "I knew from the moment I heard he was back. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now" he murmured.

You gave him a weak smile "I know I haven't been fair to you the last few days and I'm sorry, I know you deserve someone better, a woman who is completely crazy about you, and who will be because you are kind, thoughtful and deserve better than someone who is broken."

"You're not broken," He assure you. "I just think you really miss him and need him, and I'll let you in on a secret...he does too."

"Thank you, Matt." you said before getting up from the couch and grabbing the few things you had brought with you before heading for the door.

"I know this job demands a lot from us but there is nothing you two can't overcome, you are Steve and Y/n after all" he spoke behind you "just give him a chance to explain himself, you both deserve it."

You turned and gave him a small smile before walking out the door.

_

Steve was sitting at the bar, drinking his whiskey even though he knew he couldn't get drunk no matter how much he wanted to. He was twirling your wedding ring between his fingers. Ever since Natasha had given it to him he hadn't been able to take his eyes off it. Everything had gotten out of control. He took one more sip, savoring the burning sensation in his throat when he did, a hand patted his shoulder and he watched as Bucky sat down beside him.

"You're missing the party," he said sipping from his beer.

"Did you know that she's been staying at Matt's apartment these few days?" he blurted out completely ignoring his friend's earlier comment.

Bucky sighed, not quite knowing what to say.

"I remember Matt, I used to train him when he was first recruited, a good guy" he muttered "He can give her the life she deserves".

"Come on dude" bucky snorted "they've been dating for a month, it's not like they're getting married".

"It's not like she can't" Steve said "I'm sure she'll be sending me the divorce papers any minute now".

Bucky gasped.

"Impossible, she's crazy about you." He said continually shaking his head.

"I messed it up with her, Buck" he said finishing his drink before getting up and heading to his room, he was in no mood to party.

He had messed up, that morning he just thought it would be a simple mission and that he would be back that afternoon but then the lead had turned out to be more important than they had thought. Fury had told him the plan but there was no time to think about the pros and cons, they were up against the clock. So decisions were made and as much as it pained him he knew that was the only way to keep her safe, because they would come for her, of that he had no doubt. And he would do anything to protect her. Anything.

_

You could hear the faint sound of music coming from downstairs, the party was in progress as you walked down the empty hallways leading to the bedrooms, relieved that everyone was at the party and didn't see you coming. Matt’s words surrounding your thoughts, maybe what you needed was to hear it from Steve before you could move on with your life. You didn't realize that you had unconsciously made your way to Steve's room until you opened the door and looked inside, the room that for a year had been empty was now occupied by his things. With trembling hands you closed the door behind you and looked at his things, a shirt was on the bed and you couldn't help but pick it up and smell it. God, you had missed him so much.

Tears began to flood your eyes again but you were sick of crying so you left the shirt where it was and sat on the big bed, memories about that morning before he left filling your mind.

"I would do anything to protect you, you know that right?". 

You shook your head at the memory, pushing those thoughts out of your head and placed your head in your hands.

You heard the door to the room being open and you cursed under your breath. You knew you had to face him but you didn't think it would be so soon, he was supposed to be at the party, his party.

You quickly raised your head and watched him walk in, he was wearing a completely black suit, his long hair was perfectly combed back and he still had that beard, he looked like a dream, butterflies erupting in your stomach and you had to take all your willpower not to jump him. There was a lot to talk about.

He had his eyes on the floor but when he looked at you an expression of surprise covered his face. This was the last place he thought you would be. He called your name in surprise and you quickly got out of bed.

"Sneaking out of the party?" you let out a nervous laugh at his intense stare, he hadn't moved a muscle "Come on, Steve. You know that’s not nice."

Several seconds passed and he didn't speak, maybe this was a bad idea, coming to his room was a bad idea. You turned to grab your bag off the bed and get out of there when his voice spoke behind you.

"Can I hold you?" he blurted out, startling you. You turned to look at him, he had his hands shoved in his pockets and looked shy, as if he was sure you would tell him no.

Your heart skipped a beat and you nodded your head slowly. There was a lot to talk about but you missed him more than anything in the world and you needed him. Without you having to repeat it to him, he took long strides to where you were and took you in his arms, pressing you against him, burying his head in your neck and inhaling your scent, making you shiver. You slipped your arms around his neck and shoulders and held on to him, he smelled just like you remember, of his favorite cologne and mint, and now a little whiskey too. You felt tears fill your eyes and you squeeze them shut to keep them from coming out. It felt almost unreal, while he was gone you had dreamed a thousand times of holding him in your arms, you didn't think you would ever be able to feel him again, to hear his jokes, his laughter and the way your name came from his lips. It was all too much.

Just as quickly as he had walked towards you and hugged you, he broke away from you and walked to lean against the wooden door he had entered through, too far away from you for your liking, his gaze fixed on the floor and his hands in his pockets. "I need to say this, and I can't do it if you're too close to me," he let out in a hurried voice and continued, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused you during the time I was away, that morning I didn't know things would end up so badly, but it was worse than we thought and everyone was in danger...you were in danger. And I couldn't let them harm you because of me. There wasn't enough time to think of a better plan than the one Fury had come up with. I promised myself I would tell you I was safe but we realized there were infiltrators here in the building, I knew they would be watching your every move, I would put you in danger if I told you. So I told Bucky to look out for you. I know that it doesn't justify what I put you through but I needed you to know." He sigh closing my eyes. "I understand if you hate me, I know I ruined us and Matt is a great guy, I always knew you deserved someone who didn't have such a complicated life or put you at constant risk but please, I just want you to know... not only am I deeply in love with you, you are my best friend."

You couldn't breathe and you were aware that you were crying again, so without thinking twice, you advanced with a determined step towards him and when he looked up, you took his face with your hands wiping his tears away and planted a kiss, pushing your body to his, you took him by surprise but it only took a second for him to grab you by the hair and get you closer to his mouth. You had missed him so much, and yet it was as if you still knew his lips by heart and he knew yours, both matching perfectly. You let out a small groan as he lowered his hands to your waist and grabbed one of your thighs indicating you to jump, turning you around pushing you to the door, the new angle allowing you to kiss him better since he was much taller than you. After a few seconds you broke away to take a breath of air. You leaned your head back against the door running your fingers through his beard, taking your time to memorize him, he was the same yet so different but you definitely liked it.

"Stop looking at me like that, you're making me weak" he mumble hiding his face in your neck, his beard scratching your bare skin making you shiver and let out a giggle.

"I really like this beard, please don't ever shave it off". You sighed as he gave you little kisses on your neck, tickling you.

"Mmmh."

He planted one last kiss on your neck before you brought your legs to the floor again.

"I think you have something that belongs to me" you whispered as you reached into the small pocket of the black shirt; the small wedding ring. You had felt it when you were kissing him. You took it and placed it back on your finger. Steve looked at you confused but at the same time a full smile appeared on his face. You pressed your forehead to his and placed your hands on his chest.

"Don't leave me like that again, you scared me." You whispered to him.

"I promise I won't, Dollface" he whispered back. You knew there was still a lot to talk about but what you were completely sure of was that Steve Rogers never breaks a promise.

[drakenology]

How about when your working as a hotel concierge and one of the famous pro heroes (can be anyone u like, maybe Bakugou? 😉) comes in for a relaxin vacation from doing so many hero work. He doesn’t know us, but he will. 🥴

you are a genius, muah!

thank you anon for inspiring this piece.

Room Service! - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings: smut! (minors gtfo), oral (male receiving & female receiving), mentions of cum, size kink, mirror sex (cause it slaps), just a raunchy hook up between two consenting adults (so pro hero katsukiii)

Tonight was making your job really fucking annoying. You sat at your desk answering phone calls about which pro hero would be staying at your hotel (the only bane of your existence).

Of course you can’t disclose that information because of privacy but you didn’t even know that yourself. You sigh as you hang up the phone on yet another greedy fangirl trying to get closer to whomever would be staying here.

You start to wonder who it might be; that 7 foot tall red head or maybe the sexy blonde who could make you blow whenever he wanted.

It was no secret you’d been a fan of Mr. Dynamight since his earlier days of hero work; your coworkers often caught you doodling your name and his last name on a piece of paper like a high school girl with a monster crush. Your mind wandered, thinking of what you’d do-what you’d say if Dynamight walked into your lobby right-

“Yo. I’ve got a reservation under Katsuki Bakugo.” A raspy voice rang in your ears to snap you out of your daydream, making you jump in surprise. Holy shit, it’s him! Fuck. Stay calm.

“Oh! U-uh.. Welcome Mr. Dynamigh- I mean Bakugo.” You stutter, palms clammy and shaking as you look his name up in the computer.

“You new or somethin’?” Bakugo asked, red eyes peering over the counter and straight down at your body.

Even though this isn’t his first time staying here for vacations he’s never seen a hot little thing like you working the desk. All dressed up in an orange button up blouse and a black pencil skirt he could just lift up and have his way with you in. Damn you look good in orange.

You notice his gaze and turn your attention back to the computer, internally screaming as you realize Katsuki Bakugo is fucking staring at you.

“No. Actually this is my third month here. I usually work mornings but we’re unfortunately incredibly shortstaffed tonight so.. here I am.” You nervously laugh, spelling his name wrong about fifty times out of anxiousness before finally finding his name and room number.

“Room 202, sir. Would you like for me to escort you?” You question, standing from your seat and stretching your limbs since you’ve been sitting in that damned chair all night.

Bakugo drank the shape of your body in, following your curves with his eyes and licking his lips enough for you to see.

“Nah, I got it. You just sit your pretty ass down. I might call you for somethin’ later.” Katsuki says with a wink, hauling his luggage in those big strong arms of his off to the elevator, fuck.

Is he being hot on purpose?

You’re left at your desk hot and bothered. You couldn’t help it but your mind was just filled with all the filthy things you’d do to Katsuki. Thank god no one else came through the lobby for most of the night because with the way you felt right now, how could a girl focus on anything?

Almost an hour goes by quickly, your daydreams and fantasies haulting when you hear the phone ring. Sigh. You reluctantly pick it up, rolling your eyes as you brace to hear yet another fan girl’s screaming.

“Hello, This is Y/N. How can I help you?” You say monotonously, looking down at your nails.

“Hey, sexy desk lady. This you?” The same raspy voice that ached your pussy sang to you.

“Th-this is she.” You gasp, so entranced that you actually answered to the nickname.

“What’s on the menu? I hope all meals include sexy concierges.” He says, his smirk audible. “‘M hungry.”

“Oh. Well we do have a steak dinner I could bring up to you. How does that sound?” You stutter, hardly able to seem professional with his blatant flirting.

“Perfect. Oh and tell your boss or whoever the fuck you answer to that your shift is over. I want you in my room.” Katsuki declared, confidence dripping over every word.

“B-But sir, I can’t just-“ You try to speak, interrupted.

“Customer’s always right.” He teased before hanging up, making sure you got the point.

You take in a breathe, taken aback by how swiftly he can turn you on just by speaking to you. You stand from your chair, almost falling back down from the shakiness of your legs. Fuck it if Bakugo wanted you so badly, here you come. Stumbling into the kitchen you put in Bakugo’s order and tell your manager that the Pro-Hero wants you to deliver his food and keep him company.

“Shit! Hopefully he leaves a good tip. He’s gonna put in such a good rating for us and....” She rambled, the rest of her quarrel falling on deaf ears. You were too busy creaming in your panties at the thought of Bakugo grabbing you by the fucking hair and just-

“Order up!” The chef yells snapping you out of your mindless filth. He’s wheeling over the room service cart for you to take upstairs and shouting something about giving it to him hot.

“Smile, Y/N. Make a good first impression.” Your manager said, leading you to the elevator with one hand on your back.

The ride up felt like the longest elevator ride in history. The walk down the hallway seemed even longer as you look for his room.

200...201....202.

You stand at his door, heart threatning to leap out of your chest as you knock softly.

“Who is it?” Katsuki shouted through the door and some loud rock music.

“Room Service!” You manage, hoping you hid your nervousness well. You hear the music die down and the lock of the door click unlocked.

As the door swung open your eyes beheld the image of Bakugo’s toned and muscular torso without a shirt. His sweatpants hung lazily on his hips, the waistband of his boxers showing proudly. As your eyes unknowingly travel further down you get an eyeful of what he’s packing. And baby it is heat.

His dick-print was so prominent it was almost astounding . Is this him soft? You quickly look back upwards at the tall God in front of you and look at his handsome face. Gruff and just manly looking. His hair was tossed all over his head, eyes low and intense as he smirked at you. How on earth can one man be this attractive?

“Ah. Right on time. Get yer ass in here.” Bakugo rasped, groaning at the sight of you. You push yourself and the cart inside, swallowing the lump in your throat. Bakugo walks in front of you and puts out the joint he smoked just fresh out of the shower.

The employee in you told you to scold him for smoking in the building. But for now, hell, let him do whatever he wants. You push the cart into the small living area of his suite, Bakugo sitting on the loveseat in front of you.

“Damn. You look good behind that cart, ya know that?” He says, looking you up and down with those plush lips between his teeth.

You feel your body get hot, not a single thought behind your eyes.

“I-I u-uhm.” You choke. Katsuki stands from the couch and walks towards you like a lion who had just cornered a gazelle. His hands pull you towards him, face so close to yours he could kiss you if he wanted.

“Speak up, sexy. It’s no fun if you don’t talk back. Don’t tell me you’re nervous.” He purred, leaning into your neck and leaving a chaste kiss.

Your eyes flutter, moaning softly as his kisses become deeper. The trail he left led all the way up to your ear, gasping as he nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“I-I’m sorry. I am a little ner- ah- vous.” You mewl, feeling like you might drop to the floor as his hands snuck down from your waist and onto your ass.

“Mhm. Just relax. I don’t bite. Well, from the looks of it you like a little biting don’t you?” He teased, letting his hands do more talking for him.

His hands knead and caress your body as he leaned down to kiss you. It was the hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced; his big hands exploring your body while nibbling your bottom lip as he pulled away for air only to dive right back into your mouth. He picked you up and led you to the loveseat; hands planted what seemed like permanently into your ass as he sat you on his lap.

He starts undoing the buttons of your shirt, eventually getting annoyed with the stupid blouse and just ripping it open. You gasp as all the buttons pop and fall on the floor, your bra on full display for Katsuki as he hissed.

“Fuck. ‘So sexy.” He huffs, pulling your tits out of your bra and taking one into his mouth. You’re turning into jelly in his hands, mindlessly grinding your aching pussy against his groin and moaning into the room.

“Shit. You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” Katsuki rasped, pressing a thumb onto your covered clit for you to grind on. Your breathing hitched, knowing he can feel how wet you are through your panties as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Suddenly he stops, causing you to whine from the loss if his mouth.

“Wait, baby. I wanna see what that pretty mouth can do.” Katsuki lulled, pressing his fingers in your mouth while you happily suck on them. You climb off his lap and situate yourself on your knees in front of him, pulling his sweats and boxers down without a second thought.

Fuck was he big. He had girth and length with these sickeningly prominent veins, his pretty dick already deliciously leaking pre-cum. You try not to moan at the upward curve in it, imagining all the spots he can hit with it in just the right angle. And it was heavy too, the spring of his dick leaving his briefs causing it to smack right on his abs. You look up at Bakugo’s eyes who haven’t left you since you got on your knees.

“Go on, sexy. Show me what you got.” He coos, sighing as you take him into your wet mouth.

You tease him a little, swiping your tongue over the head to lick up some of that pre cum. You’re staring at him with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out and sliding your mouth down until you’re taking him into your throat. Gagging and drooling you bob your head, slurping a bit as he grabbed your hair.

“S-Shiit, baby.” He moans, your drool dripping all over the place as he fucked your mouth with a fist full of your hair. As he’s pulling you up and down on his cock you hollow your cheeks in time with his movements, tears streaming down your face and smudging your mascara.

“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. Fuck.” He hissed, letting go of your hair to let you get up and breathe. You take his cock out of your mouth with a *pop* and stroke him, all your slobber being the perfect lube as you pump and twist up and down with your hand.

Bakugo leans into the loveseat, his head hanging back into the chair as he cussed. You were making him feel so good, shit you were pretty close to making him cum.

“Want me inside you, baby?” He managed, your mouth and hands taking his breath away. You pull away from his dick again, blinking away your tears.

“Uh-huh.” You nod, the fastest thing you could say. Before you know it you’re scooped up and flung onto the bed, your skirt and panties discarded somewhere.

You don’t even ask him to return the favor. To be honest you didn’t need him to. But the way his tongue flicked your clit around was enough to intoxicate anyone. You can’t help the loud moans you let out, legs trembling as he stuck his tongue inside you. He teased your folds with his tongue, sloppily making out with your pussy until you’re completely blank-headed.

“Look at me, baby.” He hummed, immediately wrapping his lips around your clit.

Your eyes roll back, trying hard to look at his face as he devoured you. His fierce eyes caught your hazy gaze, a fucked out expression written all over your face as he quite literally sucked your orgasm out of you. Katsuki’s lips left your pussy, his chin glistening in your slick with a shit eating grin on his face. Maybe he should stay here more often.

“Heh. First time in my life a woman’s left me speechless.” He says sitting up, his dick standing at attention right above your cunt. The bastard starts tapping his cock on your already sensitive clit with a devilish smirk, biting his lip at your reaction.

Every tap made your eyes cross, your puffy clit throbbing at the sensation. Your whines become desperate, causing Katsuki to crave the satisfaction of your begging. With a raised eyebrow he pushed himself only half way inside you, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.

“You want it? Hm? I’m talkin’ to you.” Katsuki teased, raising your face to look at him by your chin.

God you looked so sexy like this; legs spread, thighs quivering from all the pleasure, a tantalizingly dumb look on your face.

“Y-yes.. Katsuki p-please.” You plead, mewling when he starts moving but way too slow for your liking.

“All of it, yeah?” He further questioned, really enjoying teasing you. The look on your face as he plunged deeper inside you just enough to stretch you was priceless, a little shriek escaping you.

“Yess, god yes.” You bellow, desperate for your itch to finally be scratched. With a dark chuckle Katsuki slams all of his length inside your gummy walls, your head thrown back into the pillows at the brute force. And that dull stretch felt so good, as if Katsuki’s dick was made to fuck you.

“So biig- ngh!” You struggle to say, covering your mouth as you notice you’re screaming for him. Bakugo takes your hand off your mouth and pinned it above your head, smirking down at the dazed face before him.

“I know, baby. So good for me. So fuckin’ tight.” Bakugo rambles, rutting his hips into yours as he lifts your thighs up and throws them over his broad shoulders.

The new position sent shockwaves through your whole body, your cries so audible you swore you heard them echo in his room. His pace was slow but deliberate, that fucking curve hitting that spot over and over again.

“Oh my god! Oh my godd!” You chant, your wet walls clenching down onto his cock threatening to cum all over him.

“Thats it, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” Bakugo urged, taking one hand and rubbing insane circles into your throbbing clit his thrusts becoming more brutal as you feel him hit your cervix in the most pleasurable way.

You say something about cumming for him or something, the sentence scrambled as you boil over. Your face was too sinful for words to explain, tongue hanging out as you pant and fat tears bubbling in your eyes.

“I’m not finished. Turn around.” Katsuki demands, smacking your thigh to get you to muster whatever strength you have left to turn around.

Next thing you know you’re bent over, Bakugo plunging back inside as if he had already missed the feeling of your sweet walls. His dick was made for this position, the upward curve hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

“God, look at you..” Bakugo says, his gaze meeting the full length mirror in front of his bed. “So fucking sexy.” He muttered, pulling you by your hair to make you behold what he was looking at.

Your eyes meet the glass reflection of you being absolutely railed senselessly by a man you’d desired since you were a teenager. And it all felt so good. You watch his movements, every flex of his muscles, every heave of his chest as he panted. He was so gorgeous. Even when he was pounding your poor pussy into submission; all sweaty and sticky he was really something to marvel at.

“Fuuck you’re gonna make me cum. That’s it baby, just like that.” Bakugo moans, grabbing a fist full of your hair and smacking your ass all while locking eyes with the mirror and back down again to where you both connect.

You’re so fucked out you can hardly speak, chanting filthy words to coax him into cumming while throwing your ass back on him in time with his thrusts. He’s cussing up a storm, his pace speeding up as he hummed nasty words back at you.

“Want me to cum, baby? Yeah? Shiit, you’re pussy’s so fucking good.” He groans, snapping his hips into you and biting a little into your shoulder. Soon you’re cumming for him again; you don’t know how or when but a mixture of his disgusting words and that big fat cock sliding in and out of you just pushed you over the edge yet again.

“Fuck.” Bakugo hissed, pulling out of your gummy walls to cum all over your ass. He’s pumping himself for a while, staring down at your glazed ass and moaning at the sight.

Bakugo nearly shoves himself back inside you when he sees you reach back and swipe some onto your finger and taste his cum.

“Shit.” You both gasp, panting and sharing the same high as Bakugo jumps up to get a towel. You lay limp and damn near lifeless on the bed as he wipes your ass off, smacking it once it was clean.

“That was the best fucking room service I’ve ever ordered.”

[disasterofastory]

Spring (Ivar x Reader)

Spring modern!Ivar x Reader Warnings: smut

We decided to deep-clean and declutter our entire apartment, can’t be too embarrassing what we find, right? - from THIS prompt list

Spring is your favorite season. The weather gets better, you can change your winter clothes, and you can buy fresh flowers to decorate the small flat you live in with your housemate, Ivar. The sun is already up when you go to work and still shines when you go home after a long day. For you, this is the season you can start with a new page and not New Year as for the others. The first thing you do when the spring comes is deep-clean the entire house. You wash down the windows, move the furniture to clean under them and declutter everything you do not need anymore. When you are done, the whole apartment is clean and smells good.

Ivar loves it.

But he hates it if he has to help you.

“Your room is the next,” you tell him, placing your hand on your hip. You look around the kitchen and living room with a satisfied but tired sigh. Everything is in order, and you love the feeling you get from it. You changed the pillowcases, vacuumed the couch and everything you could after you scrubbed down the whole kitchen. The air smells like furniture cleaner with a pine scent in it. “We don’t have to,” he tells you, standing up from the sofa. “I can do it myself.” “Don’t be silly. I can help,” you smile. “It will be faster.” “Y/N! Seriously, I don’t need your help.” “I know you don’t need it, but I’m glad to help,” you answer stubbornly, moving into his room. He follows you with an annoyed sigh. His dark hair is tied in a bun, and his green shirt and sweatpants are dusty from cleaning. You open the window to let in some fresh air and go to his wardrobe while he sits down on his bed. “Y/N…” Ivar starts again, but you don’t let him argue anymore. “Sort out the clothes you need,” you tell him, and he has no other choice but obey.

Living with Ivar is much easier than a few years ago. When you moved in, he was rude and avoided you. You had to be stubborn and shameless to accept you as his friend. Since then, you met his family, you even celebrated a few holidays with him, and you were there for him when he broke up with Freydis. You know his moodiness and his sometimes spiteful nature, and you learned to handle it.

“I can’t believe it. It’s Sunday, and I have to clean,” he grunts, moving to his bookshelf to continue the work. “You can rest the whole week next week. We don’t work, remember?” You can smell his cologne, putting down the used sheets to wash it later. “We should turn the mattress over,” you tell him, leaning down to grab it. “Y/N! Wait! No!” He yells, but it’s too late. At first, you don’t even know why he is so upset about it and what do you hold in your hands. Then you look at it better. It’s lacy and red. And it’s yours. You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t utter a word out. “Get out!” Ivar shouts at you. His face is red from anger and embarrassment. “Leave!”

You run out of his room with your panties between your hands. His door bangs loudly behind you, and you jump from the noise. You move back to your room, closing the door before you sit down on the bed. Your head is full of thoughts. You are afraid to think why it was in his room, but at the same time, it makes you… excited. With a heavy sigh, you fall back on your pillows, staring up to the ceiling.

The next week is hard. Ivar avoids you, and you avoid him too. The only way you know he is home because you hear his crutches outside your room. You imagine a million and one conversations with him, but you are not brave enough to make the first move. You know he is angry, embarrassed, and humiliated, but you are those things too! What if the only way to solve this to move out? Is your friendship over? Does he never want to talk with you again? It’s ridiculous that you are the one who feels bad when he is the pervert.

But…

You are a pervert too.

You imagined him laying on his bed with your panties in his hands, while with his other hand he… Yeah, you are in big trouble.

You spend your days in your room, till one morning you have enough of this. If it depends on Ivar, you two will never talk again. Still, in your pajamas with newfound bravery, you march over to his room without knocking. He jumps on his bed when you burst into the room and stare at him angrily. “Now what?” You ask him. “How long do you play this nonsense? You want me to move out?”

You are furious, but not because of the panties. And you feel like an idiot because of it. You are furious because you can lose Ivar. Yes, it's hard to deal with Ivar sometimes. He can be moody and angry for nothing, but at the same time, he can be attentive if he wants to. He always lets you watch your favorite series even if he wants to watch something else. He makes you coffee and breakfast if he knows you have to wake up early. Your whole relationship is about taking care of each other, even if it's hard at times.

“Y/N,” he says, you know he is suffering under your waiting gaze. “I don’t know what you are waiting for from me. I don’t know how I could make this right.” “An explanation, for example.” “I didn’t plan it,” he starts. “I helped you clean your room the other day, and before I knew it, I… stole your panties. I didn’t do anything with it, I promise! I wanted to bring it back, but you walked up and down in the house the whole day, and I couldn��t.” “But why?” You ask him, calmer this time. You sit down on his bed next to him. He still looks at you like a deer in the headlights. His hair is messy, and his face is flushed. “I…” he starts, licking his dry lips. “I love you, okay? I just didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I ruined it anyway, didn’t I?” “No,” you answer. “It was worst that I had to avoid you all week than… the panties.” “Please, tell me how I could make it right, and I will do it,” he begs you, placing his hand on yours, squeezing it. He can’t even look into your eyes as you stare at him, thinking.

He loves you…

“I tell you something,” you decide. “But you have to promise me whatever happens, you won’t get angry, and you won’t avoid me. You have to learn to communicate with me even if it’s hard or embarrassing.” “I promise,” he nods repeatedly. You lick your lips, before with a determined sigh, you lean closer to his ear. You support yourself on his bare chest, so you feel his heartbeat speeds up at your touch. “I imagined you several times this week,” you confess. Your voice is almost a whisper. “What?” He asks you, confused but intrigued. You feel powerful with the knowledge he loves you, and you want to enjoy this opportunity because you know Ivar. He can’t be long without control. “I imagined you, laying on this bed,” you start. “And jerking off with my panties around your cock.” You see his Adam’s apple jumping as he gulps with a quiet squeak. You almost laugh at his expression. He really looks like a deer in the headlight with his blue eyes and open mouth. “What?” He repeats it breathlessly. “Don’t say you didn’t imagine it,” you say, still smiling. “Don’t say you didn’t want to play with it while you touch yourself. You didn’t imagine me wearing it with the matching bra while I moan your name?” “Don’t play with me,” he begs. He still can’t believe it's really happening. The woman he loves is almost on top of him, telling him things to get him aroused.

He loves you for a long time now. At first, it started as a crush while he was with Freydis. He found your perfume sweet, and he always liked your laugh. His feelings grew and grew till he couldn't deny them anymore. He broke up with Freydis, but he never had enough bravery to confess his love for you. And he definitely never imagined it like this.

“I don’t,” you promise him more seriously, caressing his blushed cheek. “I can’t think of anyone else but you, since the… you know, panties-incident.” “Oh, Gods!” He closes his eyes, cringing. “Can you not tell it like this again?” “Oh, come on!” You laugh. “I want to see it.” “See what?” He asks you. “Touching yourself with my panties around you,” you confess, biting your lip. Ivar stares into your eyes for a few seconds, thinking you joke with him, but when he sees you are serious, he gulps and nods. “Give me what you wear,” he orders you, and you almost squeal from happiness. You already feel damp between your legs as you stand up to take off your clothes. You try to lengthen the process and give him a show as you take off your pajamas and finally your panties. You see his hand shaking as he reaches out for it, and you let him take it. You climb above his knees carefully. Your legs spread a little, enough for him to see your wetness while you watch him pushing down his grey pants to free himself.

His whole body shakes from excitement. You are his dream girl, and now you are here above him, naked and waiting.

He places your black laced panties around his erection, and you moan just from the sight. His breath gets heavier and heavier as he moves his hand up and down on his shaft. His muscles tense on his stomach and his arms flex from his movements. “Play with yourself,” he says huskily. His blue eyes stare at your naked form. You reach down between your legs and give him a show, circling your waist as your fingers move. With your other hand, you start to massage one of your breasts, and the only reason you don’t close your eyes from the pleasure because you can’t look away from Ivar’s member. He is hard and ready. Your panties move up and down under his touch. After a few minutes like this, you lean down to his cock and start to jerk him off yourself before you take him in your mouth. He is warm, and your eyes almost roll back to your head at the feeling. Your ears ring from his hoarse moans, and you speed up your pace to hear it again. He grabs your hair, your scalp burns as he pushes you down on him more till he hits your throat. “Gods, Y/N!” He shouts in ecstasy. You look up at him under your eyelashes. “Come here,” he orders. You move up to him, paying attention to his legs. One of his arms goes around your back to pull you closer to him while the other one grabs your breast to his mouth. He licks and bites your nipple to his heart content and moves his hand down to your pussy. You massage his scalp as you try to stay in place, but you can’t stay like this any longer, and he knows it. “Ride me,” he says, letting you go. You move above his manhood and slowly sink down on him. You both moan at the feeling, and for a few minutes, neither of you move. He enjoys your warm tightness while you try to memorize the fullness you feel in yourself. “You are beautiful,” he sighs, staring at you. His foggy eyes jump from your eyes to your moaning mouth and down on your whole body, and he stops on your joined parts.

He knows he can never forget this sight and feeling. You look beautiful above him and around him. Your hair is disheveled, and your eyes shine with pleasure. Your thighs flex as you move, and your breasts jump up and down with your rhythm. He feels your weight on his chest as you lean on him. His skin is red in the wake of your nails.

“I love you,” he says between two grunts, grabbing your hips. “I love you too,” you moan, leaning more on him to kiss his lips for the first time. The kiss is messy as you still move up and down on him but enough for him to cum. You move back up to your original position, reaching down between your legs to speed up your pleasure. Your whole body is shaking and tingling as you lay down next to Ivar with his help. “You meant it?” He asks you softly, cuddling you to his body while you caress his chest after a few minutes. “That you love me?” “Yes,” you smile at him. “I really love you.” “I love you too.”

[binniesthighs]

ANON THIS WAS SO FUN.  Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho | 

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho 

Genre: that good good smut 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism 

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?” 

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!” 

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.” 

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right;  they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back. 

“and you had to get all the flavors?” 

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!” 

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label.  “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?” 

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?” 

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!” 

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?” 

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.” 

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking. 

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips. 

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.” 

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe. 

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose. 

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand. 

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?” 

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.” 

~💋~ 

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore. 

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time. 

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.” 

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.” 

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.” 

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?” 

“hell if I know.” 

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization. 

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???” 

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?” 

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?” 

“i-it always was!” 

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!” 

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you. 

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world. 

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow. 

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.” 

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms. 

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...” 

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving. 

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...” 

“something what? spit it out!!” 

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale. 

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way. 

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.” 

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?” 

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.” 

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???” 

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously. 

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ” 

“right here???” 

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!” 

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!” 

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory. 

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that. 

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were. 

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?” 

“wow.” you marveled. 

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest. 

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air. 

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on. 

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands. 

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch. 

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more. 

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants. 

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously. 

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain. 

“--tou-touch--” 

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand. 

“‘hurts so, so bad.” 

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes. 

“what do you want me to do about it?” 

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...” 

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans. 

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more. 

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth. 

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips. 

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down. 

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth. 

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.” 

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther. 

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...” 

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.  

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?” 

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?” 

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?” 

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste. 

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other. 

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.” 

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes. 

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.” 

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers. 

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?” 

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later. 

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids. 

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you. 

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--” 

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon. 

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls. 

“I’m close, god, minho--” 

ding-ding-ding! 

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???” 

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago. 

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room. 

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.” 

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face: 

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?” 

[doyumacy]

RIDE OUT - 7

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you hear a knock on the door and you ignore it. you have been locked in your for two days ignoring everyone’s call, especially yuta and mark’s.

a second knock on the door interrupts you from doing nothing. you groan and put a pillow over your head. there’s a third knock and you sigh. still ignoring them.

“i know you’re there, y/n,” you hear jisung from outside. “come on, open up. you need to eat something.”

you get up from your bed and open the door, not letting him inside your bedroom. “i’m not hungry, jisung. please leave me alone.”

you’re about to close the door when jisung stows his foot on it. you groan. “jisung!”

“may i come in?” he looks at you. “please.”

you sigh and let him in. he’s carrying a tray with food on it. jisung places it on your desk and stares at you. you go back to your bed and lay on it, hugging your pillow. he sits on the edge of the bed. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?” you ask, your face buried on the pillow you’re hugging.

jiusng sighs. “for what they did.”

you look at jisung and frown. “it’s not your fault, jisung. you don’t need to apologise.”

“someone has to,” jisung tilts his head, looking at you.

you sit on the bed resting your back on the headboard. “come here.” you tap the spot next to you and jisung takes his shoes off, sitting next to you. “i know you it was hard for you when he ‘died’ because i know you looked up at him.”

jisung nods. “i felt like i lost a brother, you know?”

“yeah,” you murmur and put an arm around his shoulders. “it was hard for all of us.”

jisung stays quiet a few seconds and then lifts his chin to meet you gaze. “i know you’re hurt and upset at him. i am, too.” he admits, “but there must be a reason why he did what he did.”

“are you here to convince me to talk to him?” you cock an eyebrow at him.

jisung shakes his head. “i’m just trying to say that he deserves the benefit of the doubt, you know?”

you roll your eyes. “i don’t want to talk to him. or see him.”

“and mark?” jisung inquiries.

“what about him?” you frown.

“i heard the way you talked to him the other day, he didn't deserve it,” jisung looks at you. “i mean, it was kind of fucked up but it wasn’t his choice to make.”

you press your lips together and bite your lip. “i know. i was just furious. oh god, i was rude to him, wasn’t i?”

jisung gently nods his head. “yep.”

“i should go and apologise.” you affirm.

“and you should also talk to yuta.”

you roll your eyes. “no. he’s dead to me.”

“but he’s not actually dead,” jisung wiggles his eyebrows. “at least let him explain why he did it.”

“you’re a pain in the ass, have i told you that?” you cock an eyebrow at him.

jisung grins. “yeah. all the time.”

you laugh and slightly slap his arm. “now get out so i can take a shower.”

jisung nods and gets up from the bed. “when you come back, can i talk to you about something?”

“we can talk now,” you look at him and sit on the bed, crossing your legs.

“i can wait. go and talk to mark,” he says walking to the door.

“jisung, you’re my brother. you come first. tell me,” you look at him and grab his arm. “what is it?”

jisung shakes his head. “later. go and get mark back. you two like each other so bad.”

you cross your arms on your chest. “i don’t like him… that much.”

“yes you do,” jisung rolls his eyes. “you two are heels over each other. we can notice it.”

“i’m just gonna ignore you,” you open the door for him. “now leave.”

“you stink anyways,” jisung shrugs and you open your mouth. he laughs leaving your bedroom.

when you’re done taking a shower, you go to your closet and open your underwear drawer. you eyes go to your red lace panties, mark’s favourite. you bite your lip and choose to wear them just in case, as well with a red lace bra. you wear classic jeans and a black shirt. you grab your white nike and then take your stuff leaving the house.

you drive to mark’s place and you park right behind his car. you doubt if you should put the code or ring the bell. you groan internally. “fuck it.” you whisper and log the code. the doors unlock and you enter the building just to get on the elevator. as soon as you’re in the hallway, you forget everything you have to say. you want to turn around and leave.

you clench your fists and take a deep breath when you’re standing in front of his door. you knock. nothing. you knock again and your heart footsteps approaching the door.

mark opens the door and he didn’t expect you to be there. he tilts his head to the side and you smile shyly. “hi,” you say.

“hey,” he greets back, smiling. “what are you doing here?”

“uhm… i was in the neighbourhood,” you rub your forehead. “may i come in?”

mark hums and he opens the door so you can get into his apartment. he shuts the door behind him and you turn to him. “i wasn’t exactly in the neighbourhood.”

“i figured,” mark crosses his arms on his chest.

you sigh. “listen, i was a dick to you and you didn’t deserve it. i was upset, but mostly at johnny and yuta. i didn’t mean what i said. i’m sorry.”

mark walks to you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “i know,”

“so you’re not mad at me?” you look at him and he shakes his head. you wrap your arms around him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

mark kisses your left temple and places his hand on your back. “what made your mind change?”

“i have a very wise brother,” you reply. “not johnny. jisung.”

mark chuckles. “don’t tell him but i like him better than johnny.”

you laugh and stroke his lower back with your fingers. “mark?” you lean back a bit and look at him.

“yes?” he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.

“i like you,” you whisper.

mark grins. “i like you, too.”

you pull him closer by taking his neck with your hand and kiss him. you let his tongue gently slip through your lips, tasting them. you playfully bite his tongue and he growls. “that hurt.”

“i know,” you put your lips back on his. his hands rest on your ass and he pulls your closer to him, gripping at them. the kiss is soft and sweet yet passionate, his lips slowly moving against yours.

before you know it, he lays you on his bed, hovering over you. he takes off his hoodie in a hurry, and places each of his hands on either side of you. you smile looking at him. “i see you missed me.”

“you have no idea,” he unbuttons your jeans and he tugs them off, he groans. “you knew where you’d end up, didn’t you?”

you bite your lip and grin. “i had two options and came prepared just in case.”

“smart girl,” mark hums and tugs his fingers inside the hem of your panties, taking them off. you lift up your hips a bit to help him and he holds your red lace panties on his index finger. “these belong to me now.”

“hey no,” you frown. “they’re very expensive. give them back.”

“no,” mark hovers over your body again and kisses you. you whine when he slips his finger under your heat and rubs your core teasingly. “i see you missed me,” he mocks your previous tone.

"i d-did you gasp, as he begins rubbing your clit faster. mark lays his right palm on your stomach, stopping you from moving. you.

a string of moans leave your mouth as you begin reaching your high, and mark hitting your sweet spot faster.

as you come, you arch your back almost automatically. you roll your eyes as you feel the euphoric fire spread all over your body and squirm as you come all over his fingers. mark stares at you lustily.

"what?" is all you manage to say.

"you make a pretty face when you cum," mark smiles, before licking your cum off his fingers while making eye contact with you. this makes you blush a bit.

you bring  your hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging it lightly. mark kicks them off and you remove your shirt. he whistles looking at your red bra. “i’m keeping it too.”

you laugh, unclapsiting it and throw it somewhere in his room. for a moment you totally forget about the hickeys doyoung left on your skin nights ago and when you remember it, you groan to yourself. you notice mark looking at them and you press your lips together. he leans closer and softly kisses your neck, your chest and your breasts. you sigh and you run your hands through his hair.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“shh,” his lips go back to yours. “it’s okay. don’t be.”

your hands travel to his fully hard dick and gently wrap your hand around it, you slowly start jerking him off and mark rests his head in the crook of yours, groaning.

“let me suck you off,” you say, bumping his dick.

“i want you to, but right now all i want is to be inside of you,” mark bites your earlobe. “ride me.”

mark crawls over to the headboard of the bed. he smirks as he sees you crawl over to him and he spits on his hand and bring it to his cock, feeling it up slowly. mark places his hands on your waist as you lower yourself down to his cock.

he groans when he fully enters you. you begin moving on his dick and instantly grip his shoulders as a small wave of pain hits you.

"you okay?" mark lifts your chin up.

"yes... it's just that... you're so big, i haven't gotten used to you." you blush at your answer.

mark smirks. "it's okay baby, let's go slow" he places hands on your hips again. you begin to move again, mark keeping a firm grip on your hips. you relax as soon as the pain is replaced with pleasure.

mark concentrates on looking at how your pussy swallows his cock entirely, making him twitch inside you.

mark let his hands fall down to your ass, cupping them into his hands. "ah!" you gasp, as he suddenly spanks you. mark grins, before kissing you neck.

you feel something building up in your stomach, and begin moving faster on him.

"shit.. i'm gonna cum. fuck," mark groans.

you grip his shoulders as you bounce faster on him. mark groans again and throws his head back as he feels your walls clench around him. you moan his name as you come all over him.

mark cums in you shortly after, moaning quietly as he watches the cum drip out of your pussy.

"fuck," mark says.

you move off his abdomen slowly and crumble onto the bed sheets.

mark's laugh makes you turn to him and you frown. "what?"

"i just changed the sheets," he pulls you close to him.

"sorry," you pout and he gives you a peck on the nose. you smile. "i need my panties back."

"why? you look hot laying on my bed naked," mark smirks looking at you.

"i just can't be walking around your place naked, mark," you giggle.

"it's a risk i'm willing to take," he sighs dramatically.

"i can't stand you," you tell him.

"then sit," he kisses you.

you groan. "seriously!"

mark laughs and rests his chin on your chest.

later that day, you and mark are cooking, or at least trying it. he’s chopping some bell peppers and you make sure the chicken won’t burn. as he adds the sliced peppers in the chicken, he leans against the counter and stares at you. you catch him and you laugh. “this is the third time i catch you staring. what?”

mark gently shakes his head. “i just… i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?” you say, checking on the chicken.

“what’s gonna happen with yuta?”

you stay still for a few seconds and then look at mark. you shrug. “i know he owes me some explanation, or at least i deserve one, but i don’t know if i want to talk to him. yet.”

mark slowly nods and crosses his arms on his chest. “i know it’s none of my business, but i need to know where i’m standing, you know?” he knits his eyebrows together. “i know he was, or is, a big part of your life and the feeling will always be there.”

you press your lips together. “i was in love with him, deeply. yuta meant so much for me. i married him because i thought he was the man of my life.”

“hold on, hold on,” mark waves his hand and looks at you. “you two were married?”

you nod. “yep. no one knew. it was a secret thing we did before he died.”

mark gulps. he starts thinking that maybe he's not good enough for you. what if you realise you don't really like him and you're still in love with yuta? he can't get his heart broken again. he wouldn't take it.

you turn off the stove and walk to him wrapping your arms around his waist while you look at him. “whatever you’re thinking, just drop it. i like you and i’m pretty sure i mean it. i do.”

mark cups your face by placing his hand on both sides of it and looks at you in the eyes. “promise me.”

“i promise you,” you look at him.

mark sighs and hugs you resting his head on your right shoulder. “okay.”

you stroke the back of his head and kiss his cheek. you stay there for a few minutes until mark leans back and nods. he kisses your forehead and then smiles at you. “so, i’m fucking a married woman?”

“i’m technically a widow,” you reply and mark chuckles.

(...)

you hate jisung and his manipulative ways to approach people and persuade them to, what he says, ‘better for them.’ you can’t believe a 19 year old boy convinced you to do something. and here you are, walking to an abandoned place to meet your dead husband.

you spot yuta at the end of the hallway and walk towards him. it’s dark outside and freezing. he can hear your steps approaching him and he turns around. his hair is longer than usual and black. his shoulders look more broaden and you can’t deny he looks good.

“thanks for coming, y/n,” yuta looks at you.

you nod. “i don’t have much time, so start talking.”

yuta takes a deep breath. “i’m an interpol agent. i was going undercover when we met.”

you tilt your head to the side, confused. “you what?”

yuta walks to you. “i was chasing some leads that took me to your shop. i knew johnny worked there and i thought he’d help me to get my car ‘fixed’, but there was you.”

“so you used me?” you stare at him.

yuta presses his lips together. “yes and no. i knew you were his sister and if i could get closer to you, then i would be close to him, too.” he admits. “but you made me feel something i never felt. the first night we spent together i knew i wanted to keep seeing you.”

you scoff. “since the day you lied to us. you lied to me, you lied about who you were. god, is yuta even your real name?”

“i lied because i had to, y/n,” he sighs. “i spent years making drugs for these mafias and i’d report everything to the interpol, do you know how dangerous that is?” he stares at you. “i wanted to tell you the truth many times, but i was scared that if you knew, they would come for you, too.”

you blink and lower your head. yuta stands in front of you and cups your face. “the yakuza eventually caught me and i barely had time to get away from japan and come home with you.” he’s looking you in the eye. “they found me here too and i couldn’t let them hurt you, or johnny and jisung.”

“that’s why you faked your death,” you whisper.

yuta nods and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs without stopping cupping your face. “i asked johnny to help me but he refused at first, but when i confessed everything of course he wanted to kill me as well, but he chose to protect you and jisung.”

you sigh and close your eyes. yuta takes one of your hands and runs his thumb over the back of it. “do you really think i wanted to hurt you? god y/n, i just had married you. i love you. madly.” you open your eyes when you hear those words and there’s a guilt feeling. “i was wrong for lying to you, but i did it to protect you.”

"dragging you into this where you could get so hurt or even killed was something i couldn't let myself do. trapping you here with me where you would never be able to leave. you're the love of my life, giving you a chance was all i could think to do." his voice wobbles dangerously, but he gets the words out.

"i would've followed you anywhere." tears sparkle in your eyes.

"i know," he replies, "that's why i did it, why i love you."

you sniff before pulling yuta into a hug, your face pressed onto his neck. yuta hugs you back tightly, his hand smoothing down your hair in the same way he did whenever you felt sad. you two hold each other like that for a while.

yuta kisses your forehead and pulls away. "i still have one thing to do."

"what is it?"

"turn doyoung in," he looks at you.

you gulp. "he's insane."

"i know," yuta nods. "that's why i want you to stay away from him. can you do that?"

"he's practically my boss..." you rub your forehead.

"not anymore. please, y/n." yuta cups your face again. "promise me."

you remove his hands from your face. "i can take care of myself."

yuta groans. "dammit y/n, why are you so stubborn?"

"let me finish what i've been doing, i'm really close," you ask him. "after that, i won't ever see him again."

when you come back home, you get a text message and you smile when you see mark’s name on the screen.

how’d it go?

it went well. see you tomorrow? i kinda miss you.

you’re obsessed with me, but i guess i can make time for you.

you roll your eyes.

never mind. bye loser

mark chuckles.

just kidding. looking forward to seeing you, baby ;)

now who’s obsessed with who

it’s true. i want you to sit on my face

ew mark why are you always horny

you make horny

see you’re obsessed with me

and your ass. and your boobs. your legs and your pretty pussy

wow you’re a total romantic 

well what do you want me to say pretty lady 

something more classy

i want to make love to you. does that work?

yes. better

well i want to make love to you

you grin and leave your phone on the glass table in the living room. you hear a whine from the kitchen and you frown walking there. you see jisung sitting at one of the dining room tables and johnny in front of him. jisung has a split lip and one of his eyebrows is bleeding. you rush over and stand next to jisung. “what happened?!”

“i don’t know, he won’t tell me,” johnny replies, pressing a cotton ball with alcohol on jisung's injured eyebrow. he groans in pain.

you turn to jisung. “what happened, jisung?”

“nothing!” he groans when johnny presses more on the cut. “someone tried to rob me.”

“that’s bullshit and you know it,” johnny stares at him. “no one in this damn neigubourhood would dare to fuck with you, or y/n.”

“jisung, if you’re in trouble you can tell us,” you tell him. “we can help you.”

jisung sighs and runs a hand through his hair. he stares at you and then lowers his head. “green subaru,” he whispers.

johnny frowns. “green subaru?” he repeats.

you ignore johnny and lift jisung’s chin up. “what do you know about him?”

“i am jwi,” he confesses.

[sloppykyuu]

Piss Princess - H.T.

Pairing: Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: SMUT

Summary: peeing on makki and being a gross little girl

Warnings: piss, degrading, use of daddy, hard-ish Dom! makki, lemme know if theres anything else I missed 

Extra warning: if you don’t like piss and anything to do with it don’t read this. It contains peeing on people, drinking pee etc. So just don’t read it if you’re not into that

I dunno why but I been dreaming of pissing on makki so yeah enjoy my piss filled brain rot. It’s honestly pretty garbage I’m not gonna lie I just had to get it off my mind.

“Daddy,” the soft sound of your voice pulls him away from the screen in front of him, his gaze moving to watch you quickly move over to him and plop yourself into his lap. Legs on either side of him and arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling your face into his neck. 

“What’s up, pretty girl?” you don’t respond to him, only give him a small whimper in response and nuzzle your nose deeper into his neck. He lets you rest there, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he assumes that you’re falling asleep. 

And it seems that you are, your breath is even and you aren’t squirming in his hold. However, it seems he assumed wrong because he feels a wet warmth spread across his crotch. For a second, he thinks he might have came in his pants, or even peed himself because you’re warmth allowed him to relax enough but it dawns on him by the way your fingers clench into his shirt, pulling the material tight between your fingers that your not asleep. The smell of urine floods his nose and he’s made aware that you, in fact, pissed in his lap. 

“What the fuck?” he groans, “did you just fucking piss on me?” He pushes your body away from his, pushing you onto the floor. His gaze immediately flies to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, they had been completely drenched turning a dark gray. 

“M’sorry daddy, I had to go.” his piercing glare stares into your guilty eyes, bottom lip jutting out as he stares at you. 

“So you pissed on me?” you nod shyly at him, bringing a hand down to rub your drenched, panty covered pussy. “You’re so fucking gross, you know that?” you nod at him again, eyeing him carefully as he slips off the couch. “So fucking disgusting. You don’t have any fucking manners.” 

He slips off his soiled sweatpants, cock releasing from the material and slapping against his stomach. He reaches for you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you forward. “Clean it off.” He hooks his thumb into your mouth, prying your jaw open and shoving his cock into your mouth. 

He guides your movements, bobbing your head up and down his length by your hair, slamming the tip of his cock into the back of your throat. “Disgusting fucking girl, cleaning the pee off my cock. You like the way it taste, princess?” 

He pulls you off his cock, slapping the head of his cock to your tongue and jerking on his cock before slamming you back onto him, releasing a thick load into the back of your throat. Roughly grabbing your jaw and telling you to swallow it. When you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed all of his cock, he brings his cock back up to your lips squinting his eyes as he releases his own yellow fluid into your mouth. “Dumb little piss whore, swallow it.” 

You do as told, dropping your tongue out of your mouth once again to assure you swallowed every drop. He nods in gratitude, patting the top of your head before pushing it out of his way and walking to his bedroom. You get up from your spot on the floor quickly walking into the bedroom. “Get on the bed.”

You scrambled onto the bed, laying on your back as he crawls on top of you his long fingers moving to the soaked material of your panties. He shakes his head at the feeling before pushing your panty to the side and rubbing his fingers on your clit. “Do it again.”

“huh?” he was so upset before why would he make you do it again? “if you want to piss on me so badly, do it again.” you swallow the lump in your throat feeling your cunt clench on the fingers that teased your sloppy hole.  You feel the wetness slide down your ass and pool under you on the bed, staining the white sheets. He sinks two fingers into your cunt, moving himself down to be face to face with your leaking pussy. As you continue to gush out the liquid he attaches his lips to your little clit, sucking harshly and thrusting his fingers into you. Curling them into your gummy walls, massaging at your most sensitive spot. 

“Oh! oh, daddy!” your back arches off the bed, hands flying into his hair and pushing his face deeper into your pussy. 

“Does my little piss whore like that?” he presses his fingers directly into your g-spot. 

“Ye-yes! it feels s-so good, oh my god!” your toes curl and you release into his mouth, creamy and thick leaking out of your hole right onto his awaiting tongue while his thumb flicks at your puffy, red clit. 

“Dirty fucking bitch.” he slides up your body, hands and face leaving your ruined pussy and pressing his cum and piss coated lips to yours. Making you moan loudly into the kiss as he dips his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. 

“Need you, Hiro.” your legs wrap around his hips, pushing his hard length onto your puffy lips, eliciting a deep groan from him as he parts your folds and slides his slender cock through them. Eyes stuck on the way the tip of his cock spreads your wetness around. He pulls back, pink, flushed tip poking at your entrance. 

“Just ate your dirty cunt and you still need more?” you nod frantically, pressing him into you again, whimpering at the way his cock starts to spread you open. He rolls his eyes and presses his lips to yours before sheathing himself in you in one movement. You whine loudly into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 

“Fuck me, daddy, please!” he chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and beginning a rough pace. 

“Needy little girl, can never get enough of me can you, angel?” You answer him in a loud whine, the feeling of his long cock filling you up and hitting every overly sensitive spot with accuracy has your vision going white and eyes rolling into the back of your head. It was too overwhelming, the way he fingered you and tortured your spot has you too sensitive, legs flailing as he pounds into you. 

“Oh! da-” your words get cut off by the gushing of your cunt. Creating thick rings of white around his cock and dripping into the mess under you. Walls clenching and unclenching, sporadically around his cock has him drilling his hips deep inside you before releasing his thick seed deep into your womb. 

He groans into your neck, gently nipping the soft skin there as he ruts his hips deeper into you. You expect him to stop, to pull out and run to the bathroom to clean the both of you up, instead he grabs the back of your knees pushing your legs into your body and rearing his hips back again. 

“No! daddy, stop it hurts!” he doesn’t listen, pretending he can't hear your pathetic whines. Only slamming his cock deeper into your cunt, pressing right onto your cervix. “It’s too deep! please, daddy” 

“shut up,” He groans in annoyance, hands reaching down to rip the panties off your bottom, interrupting your squeals by stuffing the damp material into your mouth.”You’re so fucking whiny.” 

You look up at him with big eyes, tears brimming the corners of them and all he can do is laugh at the muffled whines that attempt to come out of your mouth. You feel the way your belly tightens, knowing at any second you’ll explode around him. Your heels dig into the bottom of his back, forcing his cock deep into you. You cum. Hard. Spraying all over his bottom half and soaking the bed under you. 

“Oh my fucking-!” he throws his head back, stilling his hips and releasing another sticky load of cum into your cunt. Giving small thrusts as he empties his balls into you. 

He pulls out when he comes down from his high, pulling the panties from your mouth and throwing them somewhere in the room. “You’re such a gross little baby.” he smiles down at your fucked out face, grinning as you nod with a soft smile. “My gross little baby.” he chuckles pressing a kiss to your lips. 

[divineruler]

DRINKIES WITH THE BROSKIS ~ Ross

[WRITTEN FOR @cooperdaysgf]

[THANK YOU @darlingkitt FOR THE WORDS OF ENCOURGMENT]

Ross gets drunk. You take care of him. Need I say more?

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS- light swearing, fluff, cuddling, undressing, substance use

WORDS- 2K

You stared mindlessly at your tv screen, taking out a row of zombies with a few taps of your game controller. You sigh as the round ends, taking a moment to shove your hand in the bag of Cheetos, whipping the dust on the side of your pants. You are knocked out of your video game trance as your phone rings. You slide off your headset, picking up your phone from off the end table.

Trevor

Why the hell would Trevor be calling you at 2 AM on a Friday? You sigh again, remembering that Ross said he would be going out with some friends. Might as well answer; trouble seems to follow that boy everywhere. 

"Trevor, what's happening. Why are you calling me." You ask, throwing another handful of Cheetos in your mouth. 

"Yooo! You p-picked up." Trevor answered, trying to sound as sober as possible. "T-Thatsss good news." 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, getting increasingly frustrated with Trevor's ineptitude. 

"Okay, Okay, sooo," Trevor starts. "Ssome of the broskisss went for d-drinkies. It was awessome. But u-um Ross is like hella drunk and, um, ssomeone had to take h-him back to h-his, um, house thingy."

"Right, so I'm guessing I'm the one who has to take Ross back to his house thingy." You clarify, rolling your eyes. 

"Yeash, he's wassted." 

"And why can't you guys take him?" You ask, slipping your shoes on.  "How are the rest of the broskis getting home?" 

"Ohhh yeah, we are t-taking a cab. There'sss not e-e-enough room for the Rosssss Man, so we called y-you" 

"Reading your loud and clear, Trevor." You huff, "so you're just going to leave him there and expect me to clean up after you?" 

"W-What? I-I"

"I'm just being an ass. Text me the address; I'm on my way." You roll your eyes, grabbing your keys before heading out the front door. 

-

You pull up to the bar, parking your car on the curb. You look around; the lights inside are shut off, the bar clearly closed quite some time ago. The parking lot is empty, the only light coming from the flickering streetlamps lining the street. Where the hell is he? Your question is quickly answered as you hear the sound of loud snoring coming from the front steps of the bar. You follow the sound, burying your head in your hands as you find him sleeping against the side of the bar. You can't help but chuckle. Of course you would find Ross sleeping outside of a closed bar in the middle of the night. Typical Ross. 

You kneel down next to him, shaking his shoulder, trying to wake him up. 

"Ross," You whisper. "Time to get up" He just groans, shifting slightly. "Come on, get up," You say, grabbing the collar of his jacket to pull him to his feet. He fusses, still half asleep. Obviously unhappy, someone woke him up from his nap. You tilt his head up, shaking him just enough to get him to open his eyes. 

"Wwwhat?" He mumbles, trying to piece together what the hell was happening. "Mom?"

"Nope, not your mom." You chuckle as he starts to wake up a bit. "Come on, hun. We gotta get you home." You say, hooking your arm under his and supporting his weight as your stand him up. "Come on, big guy." He groans, trying to stay steady on his feet. 

"Am I in t-trouble?" He asks as you two stumble through the parking lot, heading back to your car. 

"No, you're not in trouble." You say, opening the passenger side door and helping him into the seat, pulling the seatbelt across his chest. "You just have shitty friends." You close the door, walking around to the other side of the car, and getting in the driver's seat. You start up the car and begin the drive home. 

"Woah. Pretty l-lights." Ross mumbles, absolutely entranced by the dashboard. "What does thisss do?" He asks, turning the dial for the air conditioning. Ross flinches as the AC blasts him in the face. He puts his hands up to block the stream of cold air.

"No! Don't touch that." You say, taking your eyes off the road to turn the AC off and to move his hands to his lap. "Just chill out. Please. We're almost at your apartment. 

-

You grab Ross' hand, easing him out of the passenger seat. He wobbles on his feet, and you wrap your arm back around his shoulder to keep him standing. He stumbles on his feet as you walk him up the stairs, reaching into his pant pocket to grab his key. You shove the key in the door, swinging it open. 

"There we go. Home sweet home." You lead him through the door before letting him go, ready to head back to your car and head home. You get halfway down the stairs before you hear a loud crash and Ross moaning your name. "Fuck." You mutter, making your way back to his apartment to find him on the ground along with the coat rack. You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you kneel down next to him. "I should have known better. Do you really need me to help you to bed?" He rolls over onto his back, a bruise already forming on the side of his face where he landed. 

"D-Do you think that girls would be grossed out if I s-showed them my third nipple?" 

"Okay, first off, you're never drinking again. Secondly, you don't have a third nipple, so I don't think you need to worry about it." 

"Okay, t-thank god." He slurs, trying to sit himself up. You shake your head but can't help but giggle a little. 

"Let's get you to bed." You say, pulling him up by his arms. He wobbles before falling forward into your arms. You catch him, wrapping your arms around his chest. You stagger for a moment, taking a second to bask in the feeling of his body so close to yours. 

You had always cared about Ross, and you could see yourself being invested in a relationship with him. But you were both in very different places in your life. You had your college classes, and he was trying to find a steady job and pay his rent. So you both remained friends, neither of you having the balls to admit you had feelings for each other. 

But the feeling of him so close to you was the only thing you could think about as you walked him to his bedroom. Your stomach fluttered at the smell of his deodorant and the feeling of his stubble when he stumbled into you. You were falling for him, hard. 

"Okay. Time for bed." You say as you sit him down on the side of his bed. He giggles to himself, that stupid smile of his plastered on his face. You blush, quickly kneeling down to untie his shoes and hide your bashful expression. Not that he would notice anyway. 

"Y-You know wwhat?" He starts as you pull his shoes off, taking his socks with them. "I-I think I'm falling for sssomeone." You whip your head up to look at him; his eyes are unfocused, staring at the wall. He probably didn't even know he was talking. 

"Is that so?" You asked, standing back up. "Well, we can talk about that another time. I don't think you know what you're talking about right now, Ross. Arms up." You smile as he lazily lifts his arms up. You grab his shirt by the collar, lifting it over his head. Revealing his pale chest, and luckily, no third nipple. 

"But I thinkkk sh-she's too good for me," Ross mumbles, laying down on the bed, his legs still hanging off the side. Your expression softens as you see the sadness in his eyes. 

"Don't say that. You're a great guy Ross." You blush as you begin to unbutton and unzip his jeans. There was nothing sexual about it; you just wanted him to be comfortable. But it still felt intimate. "Any girl would be happy to date you. As long as you keep the falling asleep outside the bar to a minimum." You pull his jeans down his hips, and he kicks them down his legs. Leaving him in just his boxers. His ducky boxers. "Nice choice; the ducky boxers really suit you." You laugh, pulling his legs up onto the bed so he could fully lay down. Your face was bright red at this point, but he was too busy staring at the ceiling to notice. You pulled back the covers, tucking him in before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. To your surprise, he closed his eyes and quietly groaned at your kiss. You stared down at him as his eyes slowly closed. He looked so peaceful. You tucked him in one more time before heading to his door and turning the light off. Just as you were about to close his door and head back home, he sat up. 

"Yes, hun?" You ask, the light from the hallway illuminating his face. 

"C-Can you sstay with me?" He asked, patting the bed next to him. You freeze for a moment. Wondering if it's just the alcohol talking. 

"You mean you want me to spend the night?" You ask, walking back into his room and closing the door behind you. He nods, looking at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes. You take a second to grasp the situation; he was asking you to stay. To spend the night with him. You. Him. The same bed. Bodies touching. All night. A small smile creps on your face; at this point, you didn't care if it was the alcohol talking. You wanted nothing more than to get in bed with him and hold him in your arms. 

"Of course, I'll stay with you, honey." You shyly pull your shirt off, feeling comfortable staying in your baggy sweatpants. You climb into bed next to him. At first, the sheets feel cold and foreign, and you are too scared to make the first move. But soon enough, Ross turns to face you, slowly inching closer till his head is resting on your shoulder. You feel your confidence grow as you wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you. He rests his head on your chest, cuddling into you. You slowly rub soothing circles on his back and run your fingers through his hair. He hums happily as you lull him to sleep. His eyes slowly close, and his breathing levels. You look at his peaceful face and feel his chest rising and falling with each breath as you hold him close to you. You bite your lip between your teeth before shyly leaning down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, hoping not to wake him up. Butterflies explode in your stomach as you feel your lips touch his. The kiss is lovely despite the taste of alcohol on his lips. You pull away, holding him closer. You see a smile tug at his lips, and his eyes slowly crack open. 

"H-Hey, I um, think yyou were righttt..." He whispers. "I t-think she would be happyyy to d-date me. 

[cuuno-moved]

after it all (or: boomer fucking dies)

inspired by @sleepsart's incredible comic

tws for: a very graphic car wreck and death (but it gets a semi-happy ending)

They woke up in a dark room.

That’s it. That’s all they knew. It was dark, and they were cold. Not cold in a ‘freeze to death’ cold, but in a ‘put on an extra sweater before you go out’ cold.

They didn’t have an extra sweater. They didn’t even have a sweater. They stood there in their baggy white t-shirt and light grey sweatpants, and they shivered.

They missed their hat.

They didn’t even know what their hat looked like, only that they didn’t have it, only that they missed it.

They called out, a few times. A plaintive little cry for help, met with an echoing silent indifference.

It was quiet in a way nothing was quiet.

Not even their footsteps against the ground filled the silence, the quiet thunks hardly doing anything to fill the sickening empty void.

Finally, there was light, and they could breathe.

It was still dark, of course, it wasn’t that kind of light, but there was light.

It was a woman.

It was a giant woman, nearly too tall to take in one look, with a long black veil, and a long red dress. A ring shone on her hand, a diamond the size of their head.

She was watching them.

They weren’t sure how they could tell, but they could.

“Hello.” They murmured, although they were still far enough away that she couldn’t possibly hear them.

“Hello, my child,” She responded, calmly and beautifully, and she knelt. “I’m sorry you ended up here when you did.”

“Where am I?” They asked.

“You’re safe. You’re home.”

“I’m cold,” They said, pulling at their tshirt. “Why am I cold?”

“It’s often cold here,” She said, apologetically. “Sometimes it’s not, but often it is.”

“Ah,” They said, understandingly, although they didn’t understand at all. “Who are you?”

They felt the woman smile, although they couldn’t see it. “I am the lady of the crows, I am the final hope, I am the mother of night, Angelwife.”

“Trixtin,” They murmured, reverently. “Goddess of Death.”

She nodded, and they sank to their knees.

“Who am I?”

“Remember.” Trixtin said, gently.

“I can’t,” They moaned, tugging at their shirt. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Yes you can.” She said. “Now remember.”

And they did.

It was a beautiful day, the day they died, and not just because they were finally going to be free. The sun was a beautiful shade of blue, the sun was shining and there was just a hint of a breeze. It was beautiful. It was freedom.

Hannah had turned on the radio in the car, and as some generic pop song played, she tapped her fingers against the wheel, bobbing her head. Her little pink sunglasses sat on the tip of her nose and she took a sip of her cherry soda as they raced down the road.

They were almost like any other friends on vacation, any other young adults, fresh out of high school, exploring the world.

For a moment, they tried to pretend they were, that they were sat beside Hannah on a road trip across the country or whatever, instead of running from a fighting ring, desperately searching for her brothers, who may or may not have found some sort of paradise-

“Boomer.” She said, sharply. “I can hear you overthinking from here.”

“I just… I’ve been in there for years,” They said, tiredly. “I’m not even sure where we’re going.”

“I told you,” She said, laughing. “Punz sent me a letter. There’s an SMP, it’s safe. He’s on good terms with the admin, we’ve got special permission to enter.”

Boomer hummed, pulling their knees up to their chest. “I miss him.”

“So do I,” She said. “So do I…”

It was quiet for a bit, before they spoke again, quieter this time. “Do you think they’ll send anyone after us?”

Hannah sighed, running her fingertips over the leather stitching of the wheel. “No. Hypixel has so many players, we’re hardly a drop in the bucket. Us leaving is like… it’d make it worse if they admitted that they let us get away. Pretend they’re in control. Pretend we’re not a threat on the outside.”

“Are we?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. They weren’t going to do anything to try to stop Hypixel. They weren’t going back. They weren’t going to try to help anyone else escape.

When Technoblade finally got out, when he was released, he told the news he would never go back. For months, the news proclaimed in big letters: ‘Hypixel legend Technoblade swears to never return.’ The players cursed his name. They told each other that if they ever excaped, they would help each other.

They wouldn’t though.

They weren’t revolution leaders.

They were kids and teens and tired gladiators, sick of fighting, sick of the pain of death and respawning and despairing.

Boomer let their head rest against the window, bouncing off the glass. “You know where we’re going, right?”

Hannah tapped the GPS with one long, acryllic nail. “Yeah, baby. Only two more hours.”

Boomer nodded, smiling. “Okay. Okay, good, that’s alright then. We’re good.”

“Take a nap, Boom,” Hannah said, reaching over to grab their hand. “I’ll take care of us, don’t worry.”

Boomer chuckled. “I know. Night, Rose. Wake me up when we get there.”

They woke up two hours later to Hannah cheering.

“We’re there!” She cried, beaming at them. “We’re safe!”

They stretched their arms up, cracking their back. It was getting dark out, but it looked like rain was on the horizon. It was still beautiful, trees and valleys and beautiful mountains.

They felt their heart swell.

They weren’t sure what happened next.

One moment, they were watching the clouds brush across the sky.

The next, a cow was in the road and Hannah yanked the wheel to the side.

The car went off the road.

Their head slammed back, then forward, and then, suddenly, they were upside down.

Their chest hurt.

Their stomach hurt.

They were bleeding.

They couldn’t breathe.

“Hannah?” They rasped, craning their neck.

She was still in her seat, at least, her eyes unfocused and wide. There was a cut on her forehead, and the blood ran into her hair, turning the brown curls rusty. As soon as they choked out her name, she seemed to snap to attention.

“Boomer?” She murmured. “Oh- oh god.”

She reached down to her seatbelt, rattling it, and finally, it unlatched, releasing her, and she fell hard.

“My seatbelt is stuck,” Boomer choked out. “I can’t… I can’t move.”

“No-” Hannah gasped, and crawled closer. “No, no it can’t be.”

She pressed the latch, then tugged, then yanked, then she let out a scream, ripping at the belt itself.

“Hannah,” Boomer said, grabbing at her hand. “Hannah get out. Go. Save yourself.”

“No,” She hissed, almost ferally. “No, I’m not fucking leaving you.”

“What more can you do?” They murmured. They were losing blood fast.

“...I’m going to get help,” She promised, pressing her lips together. “Just… stay here. Don’t die on me.”

“Okay,” They lied. “Okay.”

She wriggled her way out of the car though the shattered windshield.

They blinked.

It was raining.

They were bleeding.

It hurt.

There were footsteps.

They blinked.

Two pairs of hands were tugging on them.

They opened their eyes.

They were being held.

A man stared down at them.

He was talking in a soft humming tone, his hands pressed against their neck.

They couldn’t feel their legs.

They blinked.

It was all so dark.

They couldn’t see.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Punz laughed, flicking at their forehead. “Open your eyes!”

They did.

They were alone.

No, Hannah was here.

The man was here, too, his voice still deep and reassuring.

His solid black eyes shone with tears.

He was crying for them.

He didn’t even know them.

They were so tired.

They pressed their hands to the ground.

They were laying on the grass.

Hannah was carrying them.

They were falling.

They were in a car.

They were in a tournament.

They were alone.

It was cold.

Trixtin watched them.

They stared back.

“My name is Boomer,” They said, quietly. “I’m Boomer.”

“Yes you are,” She agreed. “You are Boomer.”

“...I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Who was that man?” They asked. “The one who held me, in the end.”

“His name is Sam, he will look after Hannah as long as he can. They buried you, in her garden, by the rose bushes.”

“Will they be okay? Hannah and Punz and Purpled?”

“... I’m afraid I don’t know.”

“Can I go back? Please? I don’t- I have to help them. I’m too young-”

“You can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

At that, she hesitated, thought it through. “It isn’t your turn.”

“That’s bullshit.” They spat, even though they knew cursing at a goddess was ill advised in every way that counts.

“Oh?” She sounded almost laughing, like a mother who’d caught her child with his mouth full of chalk. “Why is that?”

“I didn’t get to fucking live, man. I didn’t get to stop all that bad shit from hurting them.”

She seemed to blink. “Oh…”

“Can I at least have my hat?”

There was a pause, then, before she sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” They said. “Thank you so much.”

Death hummed, standing slowly. She towered into the misty darkness above them, and for just a moment, Boomer saw under her veil, saw her skeletal face and shining ruby eyes, and then she turned, and walked away, and they were alone.

Alone.

[truckloadoffrogs]

SamBucky runaway groom? 👀Bucky is the groom and he doesn’t want to get married with whoever it is and Sam pulls up to take him away and they ride off into the sunset together

Ooh cute! I like it. I hope I did it justice!

(tw: cheating)

—

Bucky watched the low light of the bar glance off his half-empty beer bottle as he twisted it in his hand. What the fuck was he doing here? He was supposed to get married to Brock tomorrow, to the love of his life, and here he was, sitting by himself at a sticky, dark bar, regretting every decision he ever made.

He brought the bottle back up to his lips and took a long sip. Maybe if he was plastered it would be easier to go to sleep knowing that this time tomorrow he would be married.

He was sure Steve was looking for him. Steve took his best-man duties very seriously, especially considering he hated Brock. With a passion.

The first time Steve met Brock, Bucky had been dating him for almost three months. Brock was hurt Bucky waited that long to introduce him, and told him that often, but Bucky honestly was worried about Steve’s reaction. That should have been his first clue.

Brock was just a bit— what’s the word? Crass. He wasn’t outright rude or anything, but he would just say things that would have made Bucky’s Ma give him a sharp look, then ask what he said his parents did, dear?

Needless to say, Brock and Steve very much did not hit it off. Dinner was very awkward, Steve glaring daggers at Brock and Brock glaring daggers at Steve and Bucky trying in vain to lighten the mood. This happened any time the three of them got together, and eventually Bucky gave up, and decided to have two separate lives: one with Steve and one with Brock.

For the next year, Bucky tried to rationalize his relationship with Brock. Brock was just honest, he didn’t have much of a filter but he wasn’t a bad guy, he obviously loved Bucky very much, et cetera, et cetera.

When Brock proposed, Bucky said yes because he thought he had to. He had never been in love before he met Brock, and this is what love felt like, right? If you love someone you have to lock them down, right?

But now here he was, the night before his wedding, alone and depressed.

Someone next to him ordered a beer. Looking over was automatic, and it was no sooner than had he turned his head that Bucky saw possibly the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life.

A grin was parting his lips, showing a charming gap between his two front teeth, and his mouth was framed by a neat goatee. His cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, his eyes were dancing with mirth at something someone on the other side of the room said as he looked over his shoulder, and oh my god he was big enough to hold Bucky down while he slowly pushed into him--

Bucky cleared his throat as he turned back to face the bar. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't thirst over some stranger the night before his fucking wedding! Bucky groaned and dropped his head to the sticky bar top. He grimaced in distaste, but didn't have the energy to lift his head back up again.

"Hey man, you good?" The man next to him asked.

Bucky rolled his forehead around until he was looking at the man. The man's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed in concern, and his beautiful lips were in a gentle smile, and his big, beautiful body was turned towards him so Bucky could see his beautiful chest straining the turtleneck he was wearing... God. Maybe Bucky was already plastered.

He remembered that the man had asked him a question, so he nodded, blinked slowly, and rolled his head back so he was looking at the bar-top again instead of this Adonis.

"Yup. I'm fantastic," Bucky mumbled, "Absolutely fantastic."

"What's that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your very obvious misery seeping out of you."

Despite himself, Bucky chuckled. He lifted his head and rubbed at his forehead, trying and failing to get whatever was making the bar sticky off of his skin.

"Yeah, I'm good," he repeated. Holding out his right hand, he introduced himself, "Bucky."

"Sam," the man-- Sam-- said as he shook hands with him. "What kinda name is 'Bucky'?"

Bucky laughs and shakes his head self-deprecatingly. "My real name is James, but there were, like, four other James's in my grade in elementary school so I went by my middle name, Buchanan."

"No fucking way you're named after a president!"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Bucky giggled (giggled?? who was he? a middle school girl?), "And anyway, isn't it worse to immediately know that I have the same name as a president? Nerd."

Sam let out a bright bark of laughter, and shoved Bucky's shoulder. "Man, shut up."

Sam's fingers caressed Bucky's arm as his hand dropped, and Bucky could almost feel the tension between them, sparkling like static electricity. Bucky watched Sam's hand drop back to the bar, then looked up at Sam, making eye contact with him. Bucky's smile shrank slightly when he realized he had never felt this kind of chemistry with someone before, and he had only met Sam maybe three minutes ago. He looked back at his beer bottle.

Clearing his throat, Sam said, "So you never did say why you're sitting here alone being all sad."

"Uhm, I'm gettin' married tomorrow." He let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh." Sam looked disappointed. Maybe he felt the same chemistry Bucky did. "Wait, why are you here, then?"

"I just realized that I'm pretty sure I don't love him," Bucky mumbled, "Which is a shit way of ringing in a wedding." He refused to look up at Sam, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Well at least you figured it out now, right? Instead of months or years later."

Bucky looked up at Sam, surprised. "You don't think I'm crazy?"

Sam smiled. "Hey, if you know, you know."

Bucky felt caught in Sam's gaze, he wasn't able to look away. Is this what love felt like?

The past year flashed by before Bucky's eyes. When had he ever been excited about a text from Brock? When had Brock actually made him feel good, feel loved, feel cared for? Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with someone he couldn't even bring home to Steve?

"I gotta," He stood up so quickly his stool tipped backwards, and clattered loudly on the ground behind him. "I gotta call off a wedding--"

Mouth open in shock, Sam watched as Bucky backed up out of the bar.

"Wait here for me?" Bucky called to him, before turning around and bursting out onto the street.

He sprinted down the block to the hotel the wedding party was staying at, and suddenly slammed into a body coming the other direction, both of them falling to the ground.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorr-- Steve! Thank god I found you!" He stumbled to standing, holding out a hand for a bewildered Steve to do the same.

"Bucky what the hell--"

"We have to call off the wedding, Steve!" Bucky gasped, still holding onto Steve's hand. Steve gaped.

"What?"

"Yeah, I met Sam at the bar and he’s beautiful and I figured out that I don't love Brock at all and I have to break up with him before I get stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life!"

He tugged on Steve's hand, forcing him into a run towards the hotel.

"Sam? Who the hell is Sa--"

"Never mind that, Steve!" Bucky yelled.

Panting, Steve yelled back, "Well I can't say I'm not happy about it!" He flashed a grin at Bucky. "I never liked him!"

Bucky laughed, giddy with relief. He had no idea how much the prospect of a life with Brock had been weighing on him until it was gone. "You'll like Sam!"

They burst into the hotel lobby, parting people like the Red Sea as they ran to the elevators. Jabbing the button Brock's floor's button frantically, Bucky bounced on his feet.

"Oh shit!" He suddenly realized something and turned to Steve, "I have no idea what to say to Brock!"

"I'm not the one who has to break up with him, this is your call."

The elevator doors opened, and Bucky hesitated. "Am I making the right decision, Steve?" he asked quietly.

"Bucky, these past ten minutes have been the happiest I've seen you in months," Steve responded gently, throwing out an arm when the elevator doors began to close again.

Bucky took a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator, leaving Steve inside. He began to walk to Brock's hotel room, shaking his hands where they hung by his side. Once he got to the right door, he stopped, let out an explosive breath, and knocked on the door.

"Just a min'!" came a harried yell from inside. After a beat, the door swung open to reveal Brock, wearing low-slung sweatpants and no shirt, damp with sweat. Brock's eyes widened with panic, and he reflexively looked behind him where a rumbled bed was able to be seen, complete with a naked woman who quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her breasts.

Bucky let out a loud laugh. "Thank god! Now I don't feel bad about breaking up with you!" He turned on his heel, and threw Brock the middle finger over his shoulder, "We're through!"

His cheeks ached with how big his grin was. Thank god. Right before he reached the elevators again, he glanced behind him to see a dumbfounded Brock standing in the hallway.

"You're paying for the whole wedding, dickwad!" Bucky yelled as the elevator arrived. He stepped inside, not sparing Brock another look.

The elevator doors closed, and Bucky laughed with delight, leaning against the wall. Holy shit. Once the elevator arrived at the lobby again he walked out to Steve, who looked up from a magazine when he heard Bucky arrive.

"He was cheating on me!" Bucky said with a huge grin. "I'm going back to the bar. I'll see you in the morning?"

Steve nodded dazedly as Bucky turned around to leave the building.

"Wait!" Steve said, causing Bucky to turn around, "You're okay?"

"Never been better, Stevie."

He hummed tunelessly as he walked down the block. He hoped Sam was still there.

When he pulled open the door to the bar, the gentle hum of people talking rushed out. He scanned his eyes around the room, before walking up to Sam, who was still sitting at the bar. Tapping on his shoulder, Bucky held out his hand when Sam turned around.

"Bucky, newly single. Can I buy you a drink?"

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let me know what y'all think!

[carminecalico]

Eren X Armin “Fuck Away the Pain” Chapter 2

“Angel Among Humans”

The next morning leads to an interesting story to Eren's past.

This chapter uses the song “Somebody Out There” by A Rocket to the Moon

*also quick note.

My story is also on Ao3 the link is below I would love it if y’all showed it some love on there too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28809192?view_full_work=true

Eren woke up groaning burying his face back into the pillows. "Reiner!" Eren waited for his roomate's response and when he got nothing, “Seriously Reiner? What the fu-" Eren finally sat up and rubbed his eyes before realizing this wasn't his room. He looked around the Ocean blue room and took in the decor. Various sized seashells covered the dresser and windowsill, by the window there was a hammock hanging from the ceiling. Looking above him he saw the strings of lights covering the ceiling. Eren smiled at the charm the room held before furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing his head, "What happened last night?" Just then Armin, just wearing sweatpants, walked in with two mugs in hand and everything came flooding back. His eyes widened as he looked down at himself and saw he was only in his boxers.

"We didn't do anything if that's what your little freakout's about." Armin chuckled, "You just came over to sleep. I guess you lost track of your roommate after the show. Coffee?" Armin sat down next to Eren on the bed before handing him one of the mugs. Eren smiled taking the coffee before leaning in and pressing his lips to Armin’s gently. Wrapping an arm around Eren’s neck Armin signed softly into the kiss. "Good morning to you too Eren." Armin said as they pulled away from the kiss. The two of them chuckled leaning their foreheads’ against each other's. They finish their coffees setting the mugs down on the nightstand. Eren grabs Armin by the waist pulling him onto his lap. Armin's face goes red as he wraps his arms around Eren’s neck.

"Kiss me.” Eren all but demands as he looks deep into Armin’s eyes. Armin leaned down pressing his lips against Eren’s sighing. Eren groans as he trails one of his hands up Armin's back pulling him closer. "I wouldn't be able to convince you to skip the library today would I?" Eren breathes out in between kisses. Armin giggles as he pulls back. "I'm taking that as a no?" Eren frowns and falls back on the bed.

"I'm already behind on my thesis, and you have yours to work on too!" Armin smiles as he pulls his hair back and puts it up in his signature messy bun. "You can come back over tonight if you'd like. But I need to get dressed." Armin leans down pressing a chaste kiss to Eren’s lips before getting up and walking over to his closet. "Do you need to go home and change?"

“What you don't like my look anymore?" Eren chuckles folding his hands behind his head, "Yea I need to get my laptop and everything too, I'd like to come back tonight if the offer’s there." He looks up at the lights, "I want to see these at night." Eren got up and started getting dressed in last nights’ outfit.

"Oh quiet, you know that's not what I meant." Armin walked out of the closet with a yawn. He had a white button-up on under a blue striped sweater, paired with faded blue skinny jeans. Armin walked over to his dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers for a pair of socks, "I just don't know how well a mesh crop top goes over at the library. I'd offer something of mine but I think you're a little too tall to fit." Grabbing a pair of navy blue socks to match his sweater he walked to the bed and sat down. He pulled on his socks and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "I don't think Mikasa came home last night, hope she's okay." He went to his messages and shot Mikasa a text.

Eren chuckles, crawling on the bed behind Armin before kissing his head, "I think you just don't want others to see. I'm ready to go whenever you are blondie." Eren nuzzled his face into Armin’s neck, "I just hope Reiner doesn't embarrass me at my place. Please don't take anything he says seriously okay?" Eren wraps an arm around Armin’s waist feeling him nod. “You ready to go?" Eren asks as Armin finishes putting his black doc martens on.

"Yea let's get going to your place, I want to get a window seat at the library." Armin grabs his keys and school bag, slinging it over his shoulder. The door opens to reveal a disheveled looking Mikasa. She groans and drops her keys on the table. "Mikasa! You're okay! Where were you?! I was worried sick!" Armin rushes over to her and hugs her tightly. "You look like you got hit by a bus."

"Thanks Armin, that's so nice of you." Mikasa rolls her eyes as she rubs her head. "That bassist sure knows how to put them down and here I thought I had a-" Mikasa notices Eren walk out of Armin’s room and her eyes widen. "Oh my god, Armin! Are you feeling okay? You never go out and all of a sudden you bring a guy home?!?"She places her hand on his forehead as a mother would before being swatted away by Armin.

“Knock it off Mikasa, nothing even happened, he just slept over. But you must be perfectly fine seeing how you can still flip out over nothing. Eren c'mon let's go." Armin walks out the door and heads downstairs. Eren scratches the back of his neck before following after him. Armin grunts as he tosses his bag in the back seat of his car. "I love Mikasa but my god is she suffocating." He slams the car door shut and sighs.

Eren chuckles, "I think it's sweet she's so caring. Not everyone has a friend like that." Eren walks to the driver's door and opens it for Armin. Armin smiles at him walking over to his door going up on his toes pressing a kiss to Eren’s cheek. He gets in the car and fumbles with his keys as Eren walks to the passenger side. As Eren gets in, Armin starts the car and starts driving towards Eren’s apartment following the GPS's directions. Eren reaches over placing a hand on Armin’s thigh gently rubbing his thumb in little circles. Armin smiles and grabs his hand intertwining their fingers bringing their hands up to his lips. He presses his lips against the back of Eren’s hand. Eren blushes slightly and looks out the window.

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"Reiner please be dressed!" Eren called out as he opens the door to the apartment, he walked in with Armin in tow. Reiner rolls his eyes from the couch and stuck his middle finger up at Eren. "Oh thank god, for once you're decent. Reiner this is Armin, Armin this is my roommate Reiner he's kinda like my big brother." Armin and Reiner nod to each other before Reiner turns his attention back to the TV. "Good talk." Eren shakes his head grabbing Armin’s hand leading him to his room down the hall.

Armin looks around Eren’s room, the walls covered in band posters of Rock and Grunge bands Armin’s never heard of, the ceiling outlined with a color-changing light strip. One wall seemed dedicated to trippy posters that change colors with the lights and one corner by the bed had an acoustic guitar propped up on a stand. Even just looking at the two rooms all Armin could think is how different they are. Armin sat down on the bed while Eren slipped off his shirt. Armin stared pulling his lower lip between his teeth. He lets his eyes wander down Eren’s back before Eren walks to his closet and is out of view.

Eren walks back into view putting half his hair up in a ponytail. He's got a black button-up on with a white band t-shirt over it with black ripped jeans. He walked over to his vanity and opened his little box for his piercings. He changes out his eyebrow ring for an all-black one and put in his lip rings, one on each side of his lower lip. He quickly adjusted his skewed nose ring and grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer. He sat next to Armin who was just staring, "Like what you see love?" Eren winked at him before pressing his lips against Armin’s roughly. He ran his thumb along Armin’s cheek before pulling his socks on quickly and sliding on a pair of worn black vans. "Okay, I'm ready to go." Eren grabs his backpack then Armin’s hand and walks out of the apartment.

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"Oh perfect! There's still window seats open!" Armin drags Eren to the tables at the window and sets his stuff down on the table. He opens his laptop and rushes over to a section of books and grabs the few books he needs. Eren sat himself down at the table pulling his laptop out along with studio-grade headphones slipping them on his head leaving one ear free. Armin came back and set the books down and sat down himself. He went to start working on his thesis before pausing and looking over at Eren. "Hey, you never told me your major, or what your thesis is on."

"I'm a music major, big surprise, my thesis setup is probably a little different than yours. It’s for my composition class so basically, I'm composing a song. Though I'm struggling, they want it to tell a story." Eren leans back in his chair, scratching at the back of his neck, "Problem is,the topics we have to pick from I have no experience with." He looked over at Armin who was resting his head on his hand smiling gently. Eren looked down awkwardly and cleared his throat, “Heh, sorry I didn't mean to prattle on like that...." He looked back up at Armin smiling, "You're really easy to talk to, Blondie.”

"No I know you a little better now. Besides I guarantee my thesis will sound dull to you in comparison." Armin chuckled as Eren gestured for him to elaborate. "Well, I'm doing a thesis on Upper Ocean and Submesoscale Processes." Armin laughed lightly seeing Eren’s raise an eyebrow in confusion. "It’s interactions of ocean currents with other bodies of water, to put it simply. I'm an oceanography major after all remember?" Armin tucked one of the bits of hair that fell out of his bun behind his ear. “When you finish your song, will you show me? I'd love to hear it." He smiled as Eren nodded before he grabbed one of the books and opened it.

Eren taps his pencil on the table to the instrumental playing through his headphones, and his eyes drift to Armin. He fixes his gaze on Armin’s eyes, smiling at the faint glow behind them. He lets his eyes wander down Armin’s face as he rests his head on his free hand. His eyes catch on Armin’s lip he's chewing on in concentration before taking in the whole view; Armin flipping through pages of 3 different books while taking notes on his laptop, more strands of Armin’s hair having fallen from his bun now frame his face. Armin looks up catching Eren’s stare and his cheeks flush pink as he smiles. Eren felt his heart stop and skip a few beats seeing Armin as nothing short of an angel. "That doesn't look like you're getting any work done." Armin teased giggling lightly before turning back to his book with a small smile.

Eren dragged a hand down his face as a sole thought makes its way to the front of his mind. He scrolls through his recorded instrumentals settling on a simple light sound and putting it on loop. Eren pulls the assignment up on his laptop and stares at one of the possible prompts intently. 'A longing love story’ Eren‘s face drops and he grabs his lyric notebook and titles the new song, ‘Somebody Out There’

"Oh hi Professor Ackerman, what brings you to the library on a weekend?" Armin asks his head slightly tilted to the side. Eren's eyes shoot open before he brings a hand to his forehead to try and hide his face.

"Armin please you can call me Levi, Professor sounds old." Levi says dryly with a stack of books under one arm. His eyes shift to Eren and one of his eyebrows flicks up before he rolls his eyes. "Believe it or not I still enjoy coming to the library to read. Working on your thesis?" Levi asks causing Armin to nod. Levi lets out a sigh. "I can tell it's you Eren. Glad to see you're doing well." He deadpans as Eren lowers his hand shifting his gaze to the table. Armin's eyes shift between the two confused. "Well, I'll quit intruding on your guys’ little study date. Armin, I'll see you in class Tuesday." Levi saunters off to a far corner.

Armin looks at Eren seeing his unease and deciding it not be the best time to ask. "Hey, I'm getting kinda hungry, wanna take a break and go grab some food?" Eren nods silently and puts away his things. Armin takes his books to the shelf he found them on and walks over to Eren, ”You don't have to tell me but are you okay?" He asks cautiously as he places a hand on Eren’s shoulder. Eren places his hand on Armin‘s letting out a sigh and nodding. He stands up as he gently pushes Armin’s hand off his shoulder.

"What do you wanna eat? It's my treat." Eren asks as he walks to Armin grabbing his hand. Eren frowns seeing Armin’s distressed look before sighing. "Levi's my ex-fling, we ended things a few weeks ago. That's all Blondie." Eren groans seeing that the distressed look didn't leave Armin's face. "You know what I'll just go." Eren throws his bag on his shoulder and rushes out of the library before Armin can say anything.

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That Thursday Armin let Historia talk him into getting coffee with her and Ymir. Ymir rests her head on her hand frowning at Armin. "I can't believe Eren’s still keeping out of touch with you. He was so smitten with you the night we all met." Armin shrugged running his thumb along the brim of his mug. "I get his ex showing up makes things awkward but still." Ymir lifts her head up as an idea pops into her head. "Why don't you come to his performance? Part of our grade is performing our originals and he's performing tomorrow. I can sneak you in and you can talk to him after, I mean he'll be pissed at me but at least you might be able to talk it out."

"You know what? Yeah, besides he owes me lunch." Armin chuckles before sipping his hot cocoa. He smiled watching Historia’s eyes light up while she talked with Ymir. "Hey did he tell you what his song was about? I never had a chance to ask." Armin asked to which Ymir shook her head.

"Guess we're both in for a surprise."

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Armin’s sat on the ground in front of Mikasa who's braiding his bangs and pinning them along the side of his head while they wait for Ymir to get Armin. He's got on an emerald green t-shirt under a black cardigan with a pair of black chino pants. Armin slips on a pair of black Chelsea boots and checks the time. ‘She should be here.’ Just as he finishes his thought he hears a loud knock come from the door. Armin grabs his messenger bag and walks to the door. He waves to Mikasa before opening the door and leaves the apartment with Ymir. They sneak into the classroom and sit in the middle of the classroom.

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"Eren! Wake up!" Reiner throws a water bottle at Eren to wake him up. "You've got your thesis performance today!" Eren groans raising an arm to flip off Reiner before sitting up. "I'll make some coffee. Good luck today bro.” Reiner leaves the room to make Eren some coffee. Eren signs as he gets up and walks to his closet. He grabs a random grey sweater and a pair of black jeans with holes in the knees before quickly getting dressed. He threw on a black beanie,a pair of black socks, and his worn-out black vans. He grabbed his backpack and guitar case leaving his room to be greeted with a travel mug of coffee. He mumbles out a 'thanks' before taking the coffee and heads out the door.

Eren quietly drinks his coffee on the bus with his earbuds in, his current obsession being 'You Me At Six'. His mind wanders to Armin and he frowns as he looks out the window. 'He's too good for me.' is the main thought that takes over his brain when he thinks of the precious blonde. He finishes his coffee and tucks the mug in his bag as he tries focusing on the music blasting in his ears. But, a certain blonde has taken residence in the forefront of Eren’s brain. Resting his head against the window Eren becomes plagued with the sound of Armin’s laugh and the way Armin looked at him as they pulled away from a kiss. He lets out a frustrated sigh, 'I hope he doesn't resent me for Saturday, I just would've hurt him eventually. I always hurt them no matter what I do...’ He gets off the bus at his school and makes his way to his classroom with his head down. He sits down near the front and rests his head on his hand taking out one of his earbuds.

"Today we will be finishing the performances and out of the remaining students who have to go looks like only one is here. Looks like it'll be a short class today so Yeager you're up."

Eren grabs his guitar out of his case and makes his way to the front of the class. He sits in the chair and quickly double-checks the tuning on his guitar. He takes a deep breath before he starts playing looking down at his hands. "You deserve someone who listens to you, hears every word, and knows what to do. When you're feeling hopeless lost and confused, there's somebody out there who will."

Eren looks up with his eyes closed and a small frown on his face. “You need a man who holds you for hours, make your friends jealous when he brings you flowers. And laughs when he says they don't have love like ours, there‘s somebody out there who will.” Eren opens his eyes as he looks around the classroom. His eyes meet Armin’s and his heart skips a beat, keeping eye contact with Armin he continues singing “There's somebody out there who's looking for you, someday he'll find you, I swear that its true.” Eren’s eyes tear up as he sings the next line. "He's gonna kiss you and you'll feel the world stand still, there's somebody out there who will."

Armin’s eyes are glued to Eren the moment he walked in the door. While Eren was getting ready to perform, Armin folded his arms on the table in front of him and rests his chin on top of his hands. He lets out a small hum as Eren starts playing, Armin’s eyes wandering down to Eren’s hands. Slowly becoming mesmerized by the way his hands bend to play before shaking his head and looking back up in time to lock eyes with Eren. Armin lifted his head off his hands as he refused to break eye contact. His eyes widened seeing the tears form in Eren’s eyes.

Eren looked away from Armin closing his eyes tightly causing his brows to furrow. “He'll take you dancing and pull you in close, spin you around, and won't let you go, till they turn the lights off and he'll take you home. There's somebody out there who will." He opens his eyes looking off to the side the pained expression still present on his face. “There's somebody out there who's looking for you, someday he'll find you I swear that it's true. He's gonna kiss you and you'll feel the world stand still, there's somebody out there who will."

Eren looks back at Armin with a sad smile before continuing. “Tossing and turning and dreaming at night, about finding him and praying and hoping you might. 'Cause you deserve someone who knows how to treat you right, I know he's out there he's looking for you. Someday he'll find you I swear that it's true, and he's gonna kiss you and you'll feel the world stand still." He keeps his eyes on Armin as he finishes his song. "Oh, you need some who'll miss you, hold you, and kiss you. There's somebody out there who will." He stands up and puts his guitar back in its case.

The class erupts in applause, Eren’s performances are always something the class looks forward to, as Armin gets up and runs up to Eren. Armin throws his arms around Eren’s neck pulling him into a tight hug. "You're a damn idiot, Eren.” Armin mumbles resting his head on Eren's shoulder. "You owe me an explanation."

Eren chuckles as he wraps his arms around Armin’s waist tightly, "Yeah, I've heard that before." He leans his head against Armin’s holding the blonde as close as he can. Eren lets his eyes flutter shut while running one hand up to the back of Armin’s neck. "I know I do, I just can't believe you're here right now."

The class gets dismissed, Ymir hands Armin his bag before giving Eren a 'Don’t fuck this up again' look and she walks out the classroom calling Historia. The two settle on a small, quiet coffee shop near the college to talk. They sit in a corner booth practically closed off from the rest of the coffee shop. Eren sighs as he gathers his thoughts, before he can say anything Armin speaks up. "Look, I think I kinda get what happened, especially after your song, but I don't like when people make my choices for me." Armin looked over at Eren, "I mean no one has ever made me feel so special before, and I was with Jean since sophomore year in high school.",

"I'm not a good person Armin, I don't even know how to do the whole dating or boyfriend thing." Eren cuts Armin off before he can say anything else. "I've never done it. I mean I- I banged Levi for 3 months just ‘cause I thought it'd be fun, knowing he wanted more. You're an angel in comparison, I don't deserve that not after how many people I've hurt." Eren fixes his gaze on his mug refusing to meet Armin’s eyes.

"Who cares? Eren there's a reason it's called the past. It's past you, what good does it do to sulk over it? All you can do is learn from it now, you can't change it." Armin grabs Eren’s chin gently turning his face towards his before he leans in and presses his lips to Eren’s. As he pulls away from the kiss Armin gives Eren the same look that's plagued his mind since they first kissed. Resting his forehead on Eren’s, Armin smiles, "Just so you know I do plan on making fun of you for the whole 'sleeping with my professor' thing for a while." Eren chuckles lightly, a smile forming on his lips. "You want to be with me, yes or no?" Armin asks leaning closer so their lips are just inches apart.

Muttering a 'fuck it' under his breath, Eren grabs the back of Armin’s neck and closes the distance between their lips in a rough kiss. Eren pulls away just enough to talk, "More than anything Blondie," Armin hums in agreement as he grabs Eren’s collar before pulling him back into the kiss, both of them smiling against each other's lips.

 'Damn Blondie what’re you doing to me?'

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x F!Reader 

Rating: 18 + for language 

November Writing Challenge 

Day 4: Tweeted: Benny Miller 

December 24th, Christmas Eve, 1962

Christmas, the best time of the year. Your small studio apartment is decorated on every surface. Fresh garland draped around the window, a wreath with a large red bow on the back of the door, a small Christmas tree with twinkle lights and few bulbs of red and green. The room is as festive as you can make it on a small budget. It was a small luxury to buy the fresh decorations instead of the synthetic but to you it’s what makes it worth it. You go around lighting small candles, and the warm smells of vanilla fill the room. You take in a deep breath and smile at the glow from the lights. 

You move to the small coat closet and pull out the two packages wrapped in old newspaper, wrapped with a large silver bow and you smile at the name on the tag before placing them under the tree. You move to the window and look at the picturesque scene outside. The blanket of snow on the ground was made almost brighter by the colorful lights bouncing off it. You turn over to your small heater and turn it on. Making sure the room is as warm as you can afford. This was a special Christmas this year.

Last week your sometimes “roommate” Llewyn Davis was making his usual rotations of couches when he came to you. During the visit you asked about his holiday plans knowing he usually spent it with his sister and her family. He got very quiet before telling you he and her had a small falling out and he honestly didn’t know where he was going to end up. You immediately offered your small home to him and after some deliberation he agreed. He was hesitant, worried about ruining your holiday with your family but when you told him you would be alone he agreed. 

As you watched the snow blow thicker outside the window you began to wonder if maybe he got a better offer or made up with his sister and was now spending the holiday with her. Your thoughts began to grow sad before you realized the buzzer was ringing loudly in the small space. You ran to the door before pressing the button for the speaker. 

“Hello?” 

“It’s Llewyn,” can the slightly shaky reply. 

You press the buzzer and walk back to your couch grabbing a blanket before putting the kettle on the stove to boil water. A few minutes later knocking draws your attention. You walk over to the door and pull it open gesturing for him to come inside. Wearing a threadbare coat, shoes leaking water on the floor, and shivering you begin grabbing his things from his hands. He opens his mouth to protest before you silence him with a look. He lets out a sigh lifting his arms to help you take off his coat, wrapping the warm blanket around his shoulders, you push him towards the couch. 

Dropping to your knees you remove his shoes, and socks. Reaching for the slippers on the coffee table before sliding his feet into the furry shoes. 

“When did you get those?” he asks, pointing to the shoes. 

“I just had them around,” you gesture with your hand vaguely. 

“Y- you just so happen to have a pair of men’s slippers in my size sitting around your apartment,” he asks, the shiver not quite gone. 

You choose not to answer, rising from the ground back to the small kitchen pulling down a cup and putting a scoop of instant coffee inside before topping it off with the boiling water. You bring the cup over to him and you swear you can see the steam rise as his frozen hands envelope the cup. 

“Where were you? I was expecting you here a few hours ago. I was beginning to think you forgot about me…” you ask. 

“No...no I didn’t forget I had to go over to Jim and Jeans and get my stuff. Although I almost didn’t come I know how much of a downer I can be and I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas.” 

You take a moment before answering, “I’m glad you didn't. I can’t tell you how much I have been looking forward to spending Christmas with you Llewyn. It’s all I have been able to think about.” 

You look away from him afraid that you had said too much, you feel his hands slightly warmer from the cup take your own and you raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m glad I came too, I...I’ve been looking forward to this. It’s so easy to be with you, you don’t expect me to be a performing monkey like the Gorfeins or make me feel like a piece of shit like Jean. You just let me be myself and I love that about you.” 

You smile brightly at him before you're interrupted by the sound of the timer going off in the kitchen. You hop up and slide on your oven mitts pulling out several dishes all at once. Fluffy mashed potatoes, roasted green beans, a small honey ham, and a cherry pie. Llewyn slowly rises from the couch walking over to you.

“I know that it’s not prime rib or a big fancy turkey but I wanted to do something special for us, plus we’ll have plenty to eat for the next few days, I’m sorry it’s not more I ju-” your rambling is cut off by Llewyn who wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. 

You let out a large sigh before you wrap your arms around his neck. He still feels cold beneath your hands. You pull back, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“Your skin feels like ice Llewyn, why don’t you take a hot shower, I’ll leave a change of clothes for you in the bathroom and make us each a plate. Does that sound ok?” 

“Ok… but I don’t actually have anything else to change into, I haven’t been to the laundry mat in a few days. This is the last clean thing I have I wa-”

“I will leave you something clean in the bathroom for after your shower,” you cut him off before he can finish. 

He gives you that look again, “you just happen to have clothes my size sitting around-” 

“Just go take a goddamn shower Llewyn,” you roll your eyes at him. 

He looks surprised at your outburst but doesn’t argue with you further. His hands slowly leave your waist before he turns towards the small bathroom. When the door shuts behind him you go to your dresser and pull out some boxers, dark blue sweatpants, thick wool socks, and a short sleeve white t-shirt. You hear the water turn on and the gentle sounds of Llewyn humming under the water before you slightly open the door putting the clothes on the toilet seat before closing it again. 

You know he’s probably going to say something about the clothes, but you could care less. You cared about Llewyn and that included getting him some clean clothes, a pair of slippers, necessities. To your immense surprise he says nothing, only comes behind you and hugs you from behind tightly, a quiet whisper of thanks against your ear before he’s pulling back and helping you put the plates on the coffee table, pouring each of you a glass of red wine. 

You clink glasses and dig in. You both have seconds and with your encouragement Llewyn has thirds, you’ve polished off a bottle and a half of wine and you’re both warm and comfortable under a blanket, your feet in his lap. 

“Llewyn,” you purr, “will you play for me?” 

Llewyn reaches towards his case and pulls out his guitar. You go to move your feet but he pulls them back and places one hand on your ankle keeping you in place. Balancing the guitar on your legs gently, “what do you want me to play? Something happy? Sad? Festive?” 

“Festive, it is Christmas after all.” He strums the guitar and you fall a little bit deeper in love with him. The way he plays is like he’s making love to the room with his music, and god when he sings....

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth

Long lay the world, in sin and error pining

'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine

O night

O night divine

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine

O night…

You can’t help the tears that slowly make their way down your cheeks and when Llewyn looks up from his guitar he frowns before putting the guitar down. His hands are warm and calloused as they wipe the tears from your cheeks and when he speaks it’s no louder than a whisper. 

“Why are you crying?” 

“It’s just...you're so incredibly talented and it breaks my heart that everyone doesn’t get to see that,” you tell him. 

His smile is small and gentle before he pulls you closer to him so you’re sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, your head in the crook of his neck, his own resting against yours. You're so warm and comfortable and when Llewyn starts to sing quietly your eyes grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. 

December 25th, Christmas Day, 1962 

The next morning you wake up and feel slightly disoriented not knowing exactly where you are. A strong arm is wrapped around your waist and a warm body is pressed against your back, a blanket draped over the both of you. You're on the couch and you turn as slowly as possible to look at the body behind you. His curls droop slightly over his forehead and all the creases in his forehead are smooth, he looks truly at peace and your heart beats a little faster when you look at his lips soft and slightly open as he breathes. You don’t move afraid to break the spell, his grip on your waist tightens before his eyes slowly open. 

You both say nothing, but his lips pull up into a small smile which you quickly return. Your not sure what to call this thing between you, friendship, or something more. But, you know there is no one else you want to wake up too. 

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper. 

“Merry Christmas honey,” his words are slightly slurred with sleep. 

“I’m going to get up and get us some coffee then we can open presents,” you don’t miss the slight droop of Llewyn's mouth. 

“You told me last week we weren’t doing presents, I don’t have anything for you.” 

“Are you here?” you ask. 

He gives you that look again, “yes,” he says. 

“Then I got what I wanted for Christmas this year,” you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go, letting out a small sigh. You know how much it bothers him that you buy him things, but at this point you really don’t care anymore. 

You boil the water for the coffee, preparing two cups. Llewyn cracks your window taking a long drag from his cigarette. The kettle whistles and you pour the water bringing them over to the table. Llewyn blows the last of the smoke out the window before coming back to the couch. You go over to the tree and grab the two packages. One small box and a medium sized package. 

“Two? Honey, I know what you said but I-” 

“Just open it Llewyn,” you hand him the medium sized box first. 

He tears the paper gently and when he opens the box his mouth drops open looking at the new brown boots, and wool socks. His eyes tear up, but before he can protest you are handing him the small box. He puts the boots aside, and carefully unwraps the box before pulling back the paper, and when he lifts the lid his breath stops. 

Inside a gentle pillow of tissue paper is a single key. “Now I know what you are thinking, but hear me out. I didn’t give you this key out of pity or anything. I am giving you this key to my apartment because I want you to live here Llewyn. I want you to play at the Gaslight, gigs, and chase the dream I don’t want you to ever stop. But I also want you warm, fed, and safe. I want our days to be spent with music, laughter, and….” you trail off leaving it open. 

“What honey?” he begs quietly, “music, laughter, and what?”

“Fuck…” you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, “fuck it….I love you Llewyn. I want you to make music, and I want to support your dream and I want you to do it here where I can keep you safe and love you. I know you think that you have nothing to give me but I....I just want you.” 

Llewyn doesn’t respond for several minutes and your heart feels like it’s about to stop. “Do you mean it?” he asks quietly. 

You can only nod. 

He scoots off the couch and over to you still sitting in front of the tree. On his knees he places his head in your lap and his hands sit on your waist. You don’t move for a moment before your hands run through his curls. He slowly raises his head looking at you, his eyes glassy. 

“Fuck...you are the most incredible woman I have ever known in my entire life. I thought for so long that I was destined to fail in everything, my music, my life, my relationships. But then one night when I was at my lowest bleeding in a fucking alley this angel appeared. You took me home, cleaned me up, and I have spent the last year falling deeper and deeper in love with you. So if you are serious and you will have me, then yes I will move in with you and I will spend however long you have me...proving to you how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how fucking grateful I am to have you in my life.” 

You release a sob and pull him by his shirt and when he kisses you can only describe the feeling in one word, home. 

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia