#he’s like they HAVE a hamper the clothes don’t need to go on the chair. why do they all do this

[punk-pins]

my boss (cishet man, nerd, slut) has a distinct type and it’s bi women in their thirties who feel strongly about squishmallows. and he’s somehow still surprised when they don’t want to host a hookup bc of the piles of laundry on their bedroom chairs

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Okk hear me out differently peter parker reading bed time stories to your twin daughters and when they go to sleep your all over peter telling him how amazing he is and ride himm-

World’s Best Dad

--genre + trope: SMUT, FLUFF, dad!peter, husband!peter.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.3k

--warnings: no foreplay (reader and peter are HORNY), unprotected sex (don't even think about it), PinV, creampie, kinda sub!peter, PETER LOVES HIS WIFE, mentions of kids, fluffy as hell.

Your evenings look different now that your daughters, Aaliyah and Ida, aren’t in diapers anymore. Dinner as a family isn’t full of screams and cries, bathtime is suddenly fun with the toys you’ve collected over the years, and bedtime stories are actually read. Walking down the hallway of your apartment, you see your two girls run across with wet feet and a towel wrapped around their small silhouette, followed by your husband picking up their clothes from the day into the hamper. Your eyes meet for a split second as he crosses your path through the doorway, “Do you want me to clean up dinner?”

“No it’s alright,” you wave him off, “I think they want you to read them a story tonight, they were practically pleading for a book on the way home from school today.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as you turn around to start the dishes when you feel a hand gently grasp your upper arm, stopping you in his tracks. Turning back around to face your husband, you've met with his wickedly sharp, yet warm gaze. Looking down at your lips, you know exactly what he wants, and it’s confirmed when he brings a hand to the side of your face and guides you into a deep kiss. 

A few quick pecks later, the sound of your girls giggling in their room interrupts you, “I love you, Pete.” 

Peter places one last kiss on your forehead as he speaks, mumbling into your skin, “I love you too, bug.” As you finally part ways, Peter can’t help but look back at you as you walk back to the kitchen. Never in a million years would he know that this would be his life, and yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way. 

It didn’t take too long for you to finish up in the kitchen, checking the time before you leave, the girls should be in bed by now. You walk towards their room, and the sight in front of you almost brings tears to your eyes. Peter was on the reclining chair with a book in his hands, and your daughters sitting on either side of him, trying their hardest to stay awake. 

You don’t fully enter the room until you know the twins have fallen asleep, not wanting to wake them further. Once Peter closes the book, you walk in quietly, your presence putting a smile on his face. Without saying anything, you take Ida while Peter takes Aaliyah into his arms. Leaning down to place Ida into bed and tucking her in, you kiss her forehead as you walk towards the door, Peter slowly following. You turn off the lights and softly close the door, leaving a crack open. 

Wordlessly, you both walk towards your room, Peter’s arm lazily falling on top of your shoulders. Peter’s the first one to enter the room, unaware of you closing and locking the door behind you. Like every other night, he sits on the edge of the bed and starts to unwind, but tonight you had a different plan. Swiftly walking over to him, you stand in between his legs and lean down to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. 

The kiss progressively turns more and more passionate, his hands finding their way onto your hips, clawing at the clothed skin, desperately trying to feel you. Without pulling away, you bring your knees up to straddle his legs, the new position allowing Peter to feel more of you. Grinding slowly on him, makes him pull away from your kiss to look up at you, his eyes glazed over as he admires you in this state. 

“Please Peter,” you whine, “take off your clothes…please.” 

Climbing off of him, you both undress with haste. You both know that neither of you needs any preparation for this, there’s an unspoken decision that you both need this right now, Peter might not know why, but who is he to turn you down? Wasting no time, you straddle him once again, the heat radiating off of your core makes Peter ache with need. 

Sinking down, you sigh with relief and pleasure, the feeling making you close your eyes and slowly throw your head back. You savor the moment as you open your eyes to look down at your husband, the sight of him making you clench around him. Still looking at him, you place your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance while you pick up the pace. His eyes are hooded, he’s too blissed out to focus on anything but the feeling you’re giving him. 

His heart rate picks up as you lean down to kiss him, a soft peck placed delicately on his lips. “Fuck Peter, do you know how fucking hot you look taking care of our family? You are such an amazing and caring man, I’m so lucky,” praise flows out of your mouth, and all Peter can do is stare up at you, unable to respond in a coherent sentence. But you don’t stop there, “And you feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good.” 

Peter lives and breathes to make you feel good, he’s always known that ever since you first started dating. He not only knew that he loved to make you feel good, but he also knew how. So every time you tell him that he makes you feel good, he can’t get enough of it. The thought of you cumming to him makes him writhe in pleasure.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Peter mumbles, he’s getting close. 

You hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look back up at you, “You gonna cum for me baby? Yeah? Good, because I’m so close Peter.” 

He finishes inside you before you can say another word, the increasing pressure causing you to cum as well. Peter is grabbing onto your hips as he rides through his high, bruises are for sure going to be there in the morning. 

After slowly coming down, you move to get off of Peter, but your legs stop you before you can take a step. Shakes riddle your muscles, exhaustion weighing on your body. Peter immediately notices your weak figure trying to move, the position now becoming uncomfortable. He wraps his arms under your thighs and stands, picking you up in the process. 

You’re limp in his arms as he carries you to the other side of the bed, softly placing you down on the sheets. You quickly sink into them, the fabric cool to the touch. All you can do is sigh, a warm state of bliss washing over your mind. The bed dips as Peter settles himself into bed next to you, a warm hand holding your face as your eyes flutter open, “I meant what I said by the way.”

A stupid grin litters his face, “Yeah, I knew you came. I felt it.”

You giggle and slightly smack his arm, “You’re so stupid…”

He laughs at your response, and the sound of your quiet giggles fills the space. “I love you, bug…so much.”

“I love you,” you hold the back of the hand that’s holding your face, “thank you for being the best husband, and the best dad the girls could ever ask for.” 

Peter studies your face, before pulling you in for what seemed like the thousandth kiss of the night, but you’re not complaining. There’s no hint for more in this kiss, he just kissed you to kiss you; to show how much he loves you. 

In the morning, you’ll wake up and do everything again, well, maybe not ride your husband until you physically can’t walk, but your day will bring you another sense of bliss. The city’s sounds along with the sun will wake the girls up, Peter will make breakfast, you’ll walk to the park, and Peter will probably read another bedtime story. 

--author's note: I'M BACK! hey guys long time no see:) had a blast writing this because i have the most intense baby fever rn, and i love picturing having a family with peter...GUYS KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!!! I LOVE THEM AND I'M WORKING THROUGH THEM RIGHT NOW. please keep showing your writers love by liking, commenting, and reblogging (we love to see that YOU love our stuff). ok, bye ILY!!

[panjakes]

Are requests open? Because the women's world cup is going on RN and as a soccer player, I need a Jake fic. Relating to soccer😔 if possible.

I like da way you think! I also know nothing of soccer(or fotball as my father would call it) so bare with me🤸🏽‍♂️

Jake laid(very comfortably) in your bed watching you run around like a chicken without its head.

“What are you looking for?” He asks

“My uniform, I lost it again” you mumbling dumping one of your many hampers

He peeps his head from under your cover spotting the dark green and white clothing. He points at it getting your attention

“Isn’t that your uniform?” He asks making you look over at the desk chair seeing it laid out. You sigh and groan making your way over to it shoving it into your backpack

“What would I do without you?” You ask in a joking tone

“Don’t know, but I think I deserve a thank you kiss” he says puckering his lips

You mean mug him causing him to gasp and his mouth to drop. You giggle before leaning down to peck his lips

“Not the kiss I wanted but it’ll do” he says smirking

“Yeah whatever, you better not be late for my game!” You says pinching at his cheeks

“Of course not?….what time does it start?” He asks

“6:00. Be there at 5!” You point at him

“I’m bringing the guys is that okay?” He asks

“Of course, now I gotta go! Love you bye!” You day rushing out the door leaving your boyfriend snuggled up in your bed sheets

He sighs face planting into one of your pillows. He missed you already

“Is all this really necessary?” Heeseung asks looking at himself and the rest of the boys

“Uh of course. We have to support Yn!” Jake says

“You didn’t think the jerseys were supportive enough?” Niki asks looking at Jake

“What? You don’t like everything?” Jake asks in confusion

“I mean it’s cute, really…but did we really need jersey’s, hats, socks, and cups?” Jay asks

“Uh yeah! We need everything! You guys sound like haters!” Jake says sipping from the plastic cup that had your teams name and your jersey number on it

“Your like…totally head over heels for Yn” sunghoon says

“Yeah it’s sickening” Sunoo jokes making everyone but Jake laugh

“Don’t be upset that I’m being a supportive boyfriend, she deserves this and if your going to come to her games you have to dress the part” Jake says taking his seat

“We’re not upset, we know you love your girl” jay say patting Jake on the back

Just the the crowed goes wild seeing players from both teams walk onto the field

“Ou ou ou! There she is there she is! There’s Yn!” Jake says grabbing Jungwon’s sleeve

“I can see her” jungwon says laughing at the boy’s excitement

“There’s Yn! Hi sweetheart!” Jake yells waving at you

Upon hearing his voice you turn around and wave at him just like he was waving at you. You blow him a kiss before jogging over to your coach. Jake gives a love struck sigh causing his band members to groan

“She is such a superstar like how could you not love her?!” Jake says

“Your whipped” jay says laughing

Jake ignores him and continues to watch you as your put your hair into a ponytail.

“Oh, she is gonna win this game” Jake says nodding

“And how can you be so sure?” Niki asks

“There isn’t a game where Yn has played and her team lost. Unless they take her out the game, they’re winning” Jake says smirking

“She’s that good?” Sunghoon asks

“Good? She’s excellent! She can do all types of tricks and she’s really fast. I doubt there’s anyone on that field who can outrun her and I’m not just saying that because she’s my girlfriend. The women knows how to play” Jake says making sunghoon nod

“So like…how do you even play?” Niki asks looking down at the field in confusion

“The object of the game is to move the ball up the pitch and beyond the goal line of your opponent's goal. A standard game lasts 90 minutes, split into two halves of 45 minutes. So Yn’s team is on the left side and the opposite team is on the right. If someone from the other team makes it into Yn’s team goal the get a point” Jake explains

“Ahhhh, sounds fun” Niki says now wanting to play

“It is, we play sometimes” Jake says

“Think she’d play with me?” Niki asks making Jake laugh

“Of course she will” Jake says making the younger boy smile

It was now down to the last few minutes of the game and your team was tied with the other. Jake had watch you go through every emotion and right now you were angry. You had to break this tie

You watched your opponents carefully before hitting them with a side tackle. You could hear the crowd and even your teammates cheer as you quickly tried to pass it to your teammate successfully.

Running with her towards the goal she gives it a quick tap with her foot. You quickly run and slide on the ground(not caring about how’d you get grass stains on your uniform)hitting the ball with your feet causing it to go into the goal.

You jump up from the ground cheering. Your teammates quickly run up too you grabbing you into a group hug.

“Yeah!! I told you she’d win!” Jake says noticing how they guys were just as happy and proud as the both of you

“Whew that game had me nervous!” Sunoo says clutching his chest

“I was scared” Niki says

Jake watch as you run over to the stains. He quickly leaves his seat and friends and goes to the bottom of the stands

“You did baby! I’m so proud of you!” Jake says holding his hand out for a high five

“Hell yeah! Ain’t no stopping me!” You say doing a little dance causing him to laugh

“They couldn’t stop you if they tried” Jake says smiling down at you

You stop your dancing and smirk at him

“Why’re you looking at me that?” You ask

“Just really proud of you, how about a meal and nice long bath” he says making your smirk turn into a smile

“Oh yeah I’m down!” You say

“Yn! Locker room! Now!” Your coach shouts

“Looks like I gotta go, see ya later!” You say running away

Jake just watched you run with a found smile until you turn around

“Oops almost forgot!” You say

Before he could ask what, you jump up pecking his lips before running off giggling like a little school girl.

He shakes his head at your goofiness before turning around to his friends who saw the whole interaction

“You guys are so cute” Heeseung says poking jakes cheek

“Stop it” Jake mumbles

“No really, your blushing” jay says slinging his arm around the blonde

“Am not!” Jake says

“Are too! That girls got you wrapped around her finger!” Jay says as the group starts to walk to the car

“So what?!” Jake says back sticking out his tongue

He loved supporting his girlfriend while she did her favorite thing.

[imp-pup]

Little Love

Hi! I wrote a fanfic! This is just the first chapter of a few I’m goin to write! It’s pretty self indulgent, but I just wanted to share!

🌱 Alhaitham x Kaveh agere fluff

🌱 Chapter 1

🌱 3,053 words

Note: I put in modern items in this fanfic, because I feel like it fits more. Hope you enjoy!

“Kaveh, what are you doing?”

The question startles Kaveh from his trance, looking up from his laptop towards Alhaitham, seeing him standing in the doorway to their study.

“Working. What does it look like?”

“It seemed as if you were daydreaming instead of actually working.” Kaveh watches as Alhaitham crosses his arms, a plain look on his face. He always has that same look.. It ticks him off sometimes.. But forget that for now.

“I-I wasn’t! I was just thinking of what to do next, is all..” Of course, that’s a lie. He really was zoning out and thinking about things other than work, but he doesn’t want to admit that directly. That would be embarrassing..

“Hmm. The laundry needs to be done.” He turns and leaves the room, heading off to go and do whatever it is he’s going to do.

“Hey! Hey don’t walk away! At least let me finish my work first! Ugh..” But of course, there’s no response. Kaveh gives a heavy sigh before finally just saving his work and closing his laptop, picking himself up out of his chair and making his way out of the study. He finds himself in the laundry room not too long after, seeing that the hampers had already been placed in there, and places his hands on his hips as he looks at the piles of clothing, his eyebrow raised. How come Alhaitham goes through so many clothes?

Despite grumbling in frustration to himself, Kaveh still puts the clothes into the wash, making sure it’s all set correctly before letting it run, and comes out a little bit later, heading into the living room to find Alhaitham lounging on one of the divans, reading his book as per usual.

“I’m gonna guess you want something to eat too, right?” He watches as Alhaitham doesn’t even look up from his book, and give a simple “yes” in response, causing Kaveh to grumble yet again to himself and head off to the kitchen to go get dinner started. He pulls out chicken and various vegetables, and starts working on cutting them up, but.. he finds that things are growing a bit difficult to do and his mind keeps slipping off elsewhere. He whimpers, before letting out a frustrated growl, trying hard to cut the vegetables in front of him, but soon he gives up, dropping the knife to the cutting board and resting his hands against the counter, lowering his head. He stays that way for a while before he feels a hand rub up along his back, and see’s another come into view to pick up the knife.

“Go wash your hands, bub, I can see you’re having a hard time. Daddy can take care of this.” Kaveh blushes in reaction to hearing Alhaitham referring to himself like that, and he quickly moves out of the way and looks to him, his eyebrows furrowed up a bit.

“N-no! I.. I-I can do it! I’m just.. struggling.. a little..” He watches as Alhaitham shakes his head and points to the sink.

“I said to wash your hands, please. Go watch a little tv, okay? I’ll take care of making dinner tonight.” Kaveh whimpers, but obeys and washes his hands, slinking off to the living room to settle in on the divan, and looks around for the remote, before finding it, and turning on the tv. Honestly, all he really wants to watch right now are cartoons.. He’s been thinking about it all day. And so, that’s exactly what he puts on. He settles on a cute little show about a puppet hillichurl going on adventures with a little dog puppet, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around them as he watches, his eyes drooped. He has been so frustrated through most of the day that he can’t help but to admit that he’s happy Alhaitham took over to make dinner, it being quite the relief for him. But.. the way he referred to himself as “daddy”.. He.. Couldn’t possibly know about his regression, could he? No.. Kaveh shakes his head in response to himself. No! He couldn’t! He keeps that all secret.. So then why did he call himself that? Oh well, his head hurts too much to think about that right now, so he just focuses on the tv and rests his head against the back cushion of the divan, letting himself relax.

Soon, the smells of food dance through the air of the house, filling Kaveh’s every breath in with its delicious and tempting flavours, and he lifts his head to look off towards the entryway to the kitchen, staring for a long moment. His stomach growls hungrily as he sniffs at the air, and he fidgets with his fingers, wondering when everything will be ready.. He turns his attention back to the tv, but shortly after he does, Alhaitham is calling out from the dining room.

“Kaveh, bub, dinner’s ready. Come on.” He turns off the tv before climbing off the divan and making his way to the dining room, finding that two plates of butter chicken and a side of veggies has been served, with two glasses of water set up on the table too. Kaveh sighs, and looks up to Alhaitham.

“Thank you, I appreciate you taking over. It looks great..” he sits down in his usual seat, Alhaitham sitting across from him, and he looks down, now noticing that.. Wait..

“Why is this on a kid’s plate? And..” He picks up the small fork that was placed next to it, “why do I have a kid’s fork?”

“Why else? You’re just a kid, after all.” Kaveh looks up at Alhaitham with wide eyes when he hears those words leave his mouth, and then looks away, blushing quite hard.

“I.. I-I- um.. Mm.. Alhaitham.. What are you getting at?”

“Eat your food, little man. And eat all your veggies, too, or you won’t get dessert tonight.”

“H-huh??” No dessert? Aw.. But he really likes the kinds of desserts Alhaitham makes.. he fidgets with the small fork for a few moments, before digging into his meal, the flavours tasting absolutely fantastic with each and every bite. He savours it all as he eats away at his food, taking each and every bite like it was his last. At some point, he finds rice underneath the butter chicken, and mixes it all together, making it even better. Soon, he clears his plate, and lets out a sigh, setting down his fork.

“That was.. Amazing.. Thank you..”

“Of course. Are you ready for dessert?”

“Yeah..” He watches as Alhaitham gets up and grabs up their dirty plates, taking them off to the kitchen.

“Oh! I-I can clean those! You don’t have to wo-“

“Hush. I’m taking care of them.”

“Ah.. A-alright..” He wasn’t expecting that. So, he just sits in his seat, taking a sip of his water as he waits for his dessert, before Alhaitham finally returns with two plates, one obviously being another child’s plate.. It’s honestly so embarrassing having to use those kinds of plates in front of him..

“Here you are, bub.” Alhaitham places the plate down in front of him, it having a portion of Candied Ajilenakh Nut on it, it obviously homemade.

“Oooh..” Kaveh is just about to grab at it with his hand when Alhaitham holds out another children’s fork in front of him, and he hesitates, but takes it anyways.

“It’s sticky. I don’t want you getting your hands all messy, little one.”

“O-okay..” Little one? Did he just call me little one? Kaveh sighs, but starts eating at his dessert anyways, it tasting oh so delicious. And it doesn’t take long before he gets through it, even finishing his before Alhaitham gets a chance to finish(but.. His was smaller, anyways).

“I know you’ve been stressed today, so how about a bath after this, hm? Daddy can help you wash up.” Alhaitham’s words take him by surprise, and he tilts his head.

“N-no, I can clean myse-“

“Nonsense. You’re much too small to do that on your own, so let daddy help you, okay?” Kaveh hesitates, but then nods, looking down and fidgeting with his fork. He can’t help but to feel small, all of this little treatment making him feel all sorts of little and happy, even if he doesn’t quite show it now.. but after a few moments, he mutters..

“I have some toys in my room.. That.. I sometimes bring in the bath, can I bring them in with me?”

“But of course!” Kaveh looks up at him with wide eyes, and then gives a smile, nodding.

“O-okay! I’m gonna go grab them now!”

“Of course, I’ll be in there in a second, hon. Get all that you want, and start the bath, okay? Daddy will help you out of your clothes.” Kaveh nods, and picks himself up out of his seat, leaving his fork behind as he goes and runs off to grab his toys, carrying them off with him to the bathroom, and sets the little bin on the floor while he starts the bath. He digs around in his bin until he finds what he’s looking for- a bottle of bubble bath soap, and he pours a generous amount under the running faucet, allowing the bubbles to quickly form in the water. After he does that, he sticks the bottle on the counter and lifts up his bin to dump all of his toys in the water, and returns the bottle back to the bin after he sets it back down, and goes about starting to pull the pins out from the back of his hair, humming quietly.

“Oh, bub, let me get those.” Kaveh turns his head to see Alhaitham coming into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, setting down a pair of soft-looking pajamas onto the counter, and he comes over to gently pull out the pins from his hair.

“Don’t do things that daddy can do for you, okay?”

“Okay..” It doesn’t take long for Alhaitham to pull those pins out of his hair, and help him out of his clothes, soon lifting him up and placing him in the tub after turning off the water, and Kaveh soon sits down, grabbing a toy- a little fungi- and fidgets with it. He shuts his eyes as Alhaitham takes the cup and dumps water in his hair, wetting it and running his fingers through it.

“How long have you known?” The question is simple, yet Kaveh really wants to know..

“Ever since you moved in. It was pretty obvious.” Kaveh rubs the water and soap out from his eyes and looks up at Alhaitham with wide eyes, huffing.

“You’ve known this whole time and didn’t even say anything??” He stares at Alhaitham, and he could swear he saw a small smile form on his lips. And then he hears that small chuckle.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Alhaitham takes some of Kaveh’s shampoo and starts massaging it into his scalp, having him tilt his head back as he does, and continues. “I knew one day you would open up about it to me, but seeing you struggle and stressed today, I knew you were already slipping into it and I could take my chance to help you slip in further.” Kaveh fidgets with his toy as he listens to this, and tilts his head back down as he’s told to, shutting his eyes despite Alhaitham using a hand to block his eyes from getting water and shampoo in them as he rinses his hair out with the cup.

“I was gonna tell you eventually..” He practically mumbles the words, having taken his chance between rinses to do so. “I just felt.. Scared..”

“That’s okay. I’m glad you’re feeling a little more comfortable now, though.” Kaveh nods slightly, and once all of the shampoo is rinsed from his hair, Alhaitham brushes it back out of his face with his fingers, and grabs the conditioner, putting it in and massaging it in.

“Can you stand up for me? I’ve got to wash your body, bud.” Kaveh nods, now standing up and allowing Alhaitham to work the now soapy loofah around his body, getting him nice and squeaky clean, and back down he sits, allowing him to rinse him off, and then rinse out his hair again. Once he’s clean, Kaveh spends a little time playing with his various little bath toys, even using one of his little rubber duckies to squirt Alhaitham with some water and giggle as he does, getting quite the playfully dramatic reaction from him. After he’s done and the tub is draining, Alhaitham pulls him out of the tub and works on drying him off, and wrapping him in the towel after.

“I forgot something. Come with me.” Alhaitham grabs the pajamas he had brought into the bathroom with him, and leads Kaveh out of the bathroom and off to his own bedroom, telling him to wait by his bed, leaving the pajamas on it, and goes over to a box he has sitting by his dresser, bending down to get into it. Kaveh waits patiently and watches with curious eyes, a smile on his face, but it soon falters when he watches Alhaitham straighten back up and come over.

“I-is that a diaper..?” Alhaitham gives a small smile as he comes over, a cute nighttime diaper in one hand and powder in another.

“Mhm. That’s not a problem, is it?” Kaveh is at a loss for words. Sure, regression is a part of him, but he’s never actually worn a diaper before.

“Ah, well, um.. I’ve never.. I..” He blushes as Alhaitham comes closer, and looks up at him as he stares back down at him, and he motions for him to get up onto the bed.

“Lay down on the bed, okay?” Kaveh hesitates, but he obeys, sitting up onto the edge of the bed before laying down, letting out a small whimper.. it isn’t long before Alhaitham opens up the towel and unfolds the diaper, slipping it underneath him, and then powdering him, before situating the diaper snugly around him.

“There, now it’s time for your pajamas.” He has Kaveh stand back up, and helps him dress into his pajamas, getting him all nice and comfy and ready for bed.

“Would you like some milk before bed, bub?”

“Oh.. Um, sure..” Kaveh nods, and fidgets, just about to grab the towel off the bed when Alhaitham grabs it himself, and pats him on the head.

“Come on, let’s go brush your hair and teeth.” Alhaitham leads the way back to the bathroom, hanging the towel back on the towel rack, and has Kaveh brush his teeth while he combs through his hair, and even puts it into a loose braid to keep it out of his way tonight. After Kaveh has brushed, flossed, and rinsed, Alhaitham picks him up into his arms, surprising him.

“Ah, h-hey, wait-“

“Shhhh..” He goes quiet after that, and just lets him carry him, taking him off to the living room and setting him down on the divan, turning on the tv. “Here, watch some tv while I grab you your milk, okay?” After Kaveh nods, he heads out of the living room and off into the kitchen, working on grabbing that milk. While he does that, Kaveh hones in on the tv, fidgeting with his fingers as the bright colours of cartoons play on the screen, keeping him entertained.

“Here you go, bug.” Alhaitham sits on the divan next to him, and hands him a bottle of warm milk, and Kaveh takes it without a second thought, fidgeting with it lightly, and then looks to his carer, hesitating.. Before leaning up into him, nuzzling up against him. Feeling his arm wrap around him brings a lot of comfort, and he slips the nipple of the bottle into his mouth, holding it with both hands, and begins to suckle, staring at the tv again. They sit there for quite some time, just watching cartoons, Alhaitham petting Kaveh’s head gently as he drinks at his milk, and soon, his eyes start to droop, growing sleepy. He had a long, stressful day with work, so he was quite tired as a result, and once Alhaitham notices this, he squeezes his shoulder, causing Kaveh to look up at him.

“Are you sleepy, bub?”

“Mm..” He nods, and then nuzzles his head against his neck, letting out a sigh as he looks back at the tv.

“How about a story, hmm? I found some books at the store today that I think you might like.”

“Mhm…” His voice is soft and quiet as he agrees, and soon, Alhaitham is getting up off the couch, which causes Kaveh to make grabby hands at him, and so he lifts him up into his arms, moving the empty bottle to the coffee table, and carries Kaveh off to his room, getting him tucked into his bed.

“I’ll be right back, bud, let me just go grab that book.” Kaveh gives a slow nod, and rubs his eyes, letting out a soft little noise as he does. He sleepily stares off into his room as he waits for him to return, which isn’t too much longer, and it looks like he brought something along with the book.

“Here, open your mouth.” He does, and in goes a pacifier, yet he’s way too sleepy to make a fuss about it. He just proceeds to suckle on it, and pulls his blanket up tighter to him, watching as Alhaitham sits on the edge of the bed and opens up the story book he grabbed, this one being a story about two kittens and their adventures through Teyvat. About halfway through the story, Kaveh’s eyes slide shut, and he just listens to the story, before he ends up drifting off into sleep, snoring away quietly.

“I love you, Kaveh. Goodnight.” Alhaitham plants a small kiss on his forehead after closing the book, and carefully gets up off the edge of his bed, and shuts off the light before leaving the room, leaving the door open a crack.. And off he goes to go and clean up, and head to bed himself.

[beesincognito]

Perfect Strangers- part five: The Stress

Viktor x Fem!reader (SFW)

part four part six        (start here!)

Takes place before Arcane and works its way there, did my best to combine the different versions of lore. (nsfw in parts)

(you and Viktor meet on your first day at the academy and bond over being habitual, awkward loners. The story revolves around class issues and a sense of belonging mixed with lore and Arcane plot. The story will split at some point and you choose which ending you want to read. Kind of self-indulgent... Based on interactions in platonic and romantic relationships with the men in my life.)

*no warnings for this part*

Word count: 2,866

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Smoke erupted from the classroom door across the hall as you and Viktor passed by, soot covered students fanned their faces, coughing and already discussing their error. You watched over your shoulder, suppressing a grin, welcoming the brief moment of normalcy.

     The previous term had passed. Jayce was already a distant memory you actively suppressed, as did Viktor when he would remember that awkward night. 

     “Where did you put my uniform from yesterday?” you asked, rounding the corner past a bustling crowd of young students touring the academy with starry eyes. 

     “Laundry hamper, by the door,” Viktor lowered his notes, paying attention to where he was going when his shoulder bumped into a passerby.

     It’s not like you were living in his dorm, but you were there more than your own. Lately the only time you visited your own dorm was to get fresh clothes or supplies. You hadn’t slept there much, or at all for weeks. Catching up on sleep in library chairs instead or in the common room on your floor sitting straight up unable to fully decompress. 

     “I’m sorry I’ll take care of it,” you adjusted your red ascot, feeling warm once you were out in the sun to cross the courtyard. 

     “No need, it’s mostly my clothes.” Watching Viktor use the laundry facilities for the first time was a treat. Seeing him doing domestic chores was the opposite of his lab work.

     “I’m trying, honestly, to stay in my own room.”

     “You are not an intrusion, y/n.” 

     It did not help the feeling you got in the pit of your stomach every time you faced another uncrossable bridge. Avoiding places you had frequented so often, such as the café. Viktor would bring you tea from the café in class because you would never meet him there anymore. Instead you went grocery shopping out in town on the weekends, storing it in Viktor's kitchen to make homemade meals when he was gone. 

     Viktor enjoyed having you around more, especially when you seemed to be improving. He gave you space when you needed, still trying to take care of you however he could. In weeks your hair resembled more of a bird's nest than hair, he would sit you down on the floor between his legs and work out the knots. Gently detangling the strands as you apologized. Resting your tired head against his knee, frequently falling asleep from exhaustion until the book in your hands would slip to the floor. 

     He would study notes from where he sat, unmoving until you stirred awake. 

     “There’s another gala coming up during the break in a few days,” you said, absentmindedly touching the scar on your lip.

     “Yes we received invitations, I forgot to mention it,” he practically scoffed at the thought of a dance party where students were invited as token pieces. 

     Beneficiaries would mingle with the students to basically see where their money was going with school improvements and gifted minds. It was a privilege to attend, to rub elbows with the wealthy and powerful that shaped Piltover with their influence through grand donations. There would be a string ensemble and dancing in a monumental hall filled with the most elegant figures. 

     “Not your thing?” you asked, seeing how his face had scrunched at the idea.

     “Not exactly, can’t say when I’ve never been,” he admitted. 

     “That’s fine, we don’t have to go.”

     It was something about the way you said it that made Viktor feel guilty for making you not want to go. Dances and social events were never his thing, but there shouldn’t have been any harm in going to, at least, one just for you. When he tried to bring it up again you brushed him off, assuring him you had no wish to attend. 

     White lies were becoming too common between you both, it kept the peace since the incident and he never wanted to upset you. You wanted to avoid making him uncomfortable in any way as well. 

     “You don’t have to-” Viktor started just after you crossed through his doorway.

     “Viktor, it's fine!” you cut him off abruptly, making him jump in place. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, unable to look him in the eyes as you made your way out of his room promising to see him later. 

     Outbursts were rare and you hated yourself for them. It was never his fault, you just felt overwhelmed more often. Classes were harder because of it. Having Viktor as your personal tutor ceased to feel special and was more of an embarrassment when he would have to repeat himself, pointing out the same formulas and graphs a dozen times. It became too much at one point and you would have to leave his room, wiping your stressed out face in the hallway, still hearing him tell you it was alright from where he was. 

     You returned to his room, eyes red and frustrated with yourself. 

     Viktor was only ever sweet with you, especially when you would get worked up. He patted the space next to him on the bed where you joined him, leaning against his shoulder. 

     The desire to get better and improve felt overshadowed by your setbacks. Wondering what was wrong with yourself was useless when you knew exactly how the therapist would talk you down from your regular bouts of overthinking. 

     “I’m so sorry,” you whispered as he took hold of your hand in your lap.

     “You could never hurt me,” his voice buzzed in your ear, sweet and soft.

     “Then I must annoy you,” you gave a quiet laugh to ease the tension in your mind.

     “Never,” he assured you, a soft grin was hidden from your view.

     The rest of the evening was spent in relative silence, sharing a book as you leaned into him on his bed. Laying back against the soft pillows with him felt safe as you slowly began to doze off into the curve of his body for the first time. 

     Viktor was unmoving. Waiting for your jaw to go slack with sleep, your head was heavy against his chest, before closing the book, turning the nightstand light off before leaning his head back and watching the campus from the window until sleep took him as well. 

******

Viktor had been acting strange for a week since you last denied his regular invite to study in his room. Time seemed to be speeding up as he watched you fall apart under the stress of deciding what you were really going to do with your future at the academy. You had wandered aimlessly through your degree, devoid of passion for the science you were religiously studying. He could tell you had lost your ambition that he had seen so clearly in your eyes the day you first met at orientation. 

     He wondered if you were finally growing tired of him or even worse, repulsed by him, just as he feared when you were first getting to know each other. Children had never been so kind in the undercity as they could be quick to judge since he was crippled. Keeping up with them had not been an option like the rest of them in their games so he was used to living in his own company. It didn’t mean he never hoped for one of them to join him and seemed interested in what he was doing for once, but it never happened so he just got used to it. But there he was, in distress over you, wondering if he did something wrong for you to start distancing yourself.

     As if he would never notice, as if this one rejection was not the first time he noticed you were growing colder. Was he being too demanding after the incident with Caston?

     In an effort to mitigate whatever burden he thought he was placing on you as you healed mentally, he took to leaving classes alone as you gathered your books or avoiding your dorm altogether. You no longer saw him in your familiar study rooms or the quiet nooks in the library. When you eventually did get close to him one day you saw his face flush in a panic and he stopped in his tracks. He knew it would be rude - and mostly hurtful -  to turn on his heels and completely steer away from you, so he waited.

     All you could do was wave your hands out in front of you in a what’s going on? gesture and wait for an explanation. You had no idea what to say other than that you missed spending time with your best friend, if that’s what you even called yourself after everything that had happened.

     “You seemed stressed,” he practically whispered and wrung his cane with nervous hands, “and… and- I don’t know… what to say.”

     “I canceled one date with y- well not a date- I mean… dammit. I don’t know. Why are you pushing me away? I thought things were getting better,” you felt like you were annoying him waiting for a response. He was so busy with his research you felt like you were getting in his way. There were many times he looked so drained and high strung working in the lab and being a full time student. Finding time for research seemed impossible to you so whenever he asked to see you it felt like you were the one intruding.

     “I’m pushing you away? You’re the one avoiding me,” his accusatory tone was out of character for the Viktor you were familiar with and you were taken aback by it.

     “I canceled one time.” Tension built up in your shoulders when people walking past began to stare. Other students knew who Viktor was, a promising star student who worked himself to death, and here you were arguing with him in public.

     “You’re making me feel crazy. This is not about this one time, it’s about avoiding me in class, around campus, the times I’d usually see you and you’re nowhere to be found. I didn’t know how else to respond except reciprocate those actions to give you space. I just want to talk, I-” his voice dropped off towards the end as he began to notice people staring as well when concern was painted on your face as you looked around. He reached out and took your hand in his to stop you from wringing them together and working yourself up into a panic. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

     Nodding your head in agreement, you let him guide you to the dorms, but you took your hand back with a jerk when you saw people whispering. The last thing you wanted was to ruin his potential reputation with your presence. The motion obviously hurt his feelings. You could see it in the way he flexed his long fingers, eventually clenching them in a fist without looking at you as you walked together and away from prying eyes.

     It was no secret to people you shared classes or commutes with that you were friends and spent a lot of time together. So you didn’t know why this time it felt different walking to the dorms together like you had many times before. Maybe because you both looked so crestfallen instead of your usual selves. The air between the two of you was uncomfortably thick. 

     Everything had felt wrong since that time a month ago when you were in his dorm late that night working and lashing out at him over the topic of going to a pointless social event together. It made you feel ashamed, but Viktor was forgiving as always. You had always been sweet with each other, but something was different in the way he held you, letting you cuddle up against him in his bed when you would never do that in the past. It made you nervous when you thought about it too much.

     Neither of you had ever discussed what you were to each other, even after all the time that had passed since your first meeting, and the both of you had just been accustomed to each other’s unconditional companionship. You would go out together like any other couple, but you weren’t a couple. At least that was how you both tried to convince yourselves of your situation after your outings started to feel like regular dates even if you never called them dates. 

     That night, Viktor had refrained from saying anything like always when those intimate thoughts would come bubbling up. He feared it would have scared you away, but that night you seemed to have the same idea when you craved his affection. He remembered the book, your body against his, eventually falling asleep together and how right it had all felt. 

     You had woken up in his arms. It caused an exciting and confusing mix of emotions in you.

     He was fast asleep, the most relaxed you had ever seen his body, and you took in all of his beautiful features. The way his brows pinched in his sleep and his lips were pressed tightly together like he was in deep concentration. His warm breath washed over your forehead with every exhale through his nose and it made your chest hurt. You panicked and wiggled your way out of his arms, waking him up and realizing he had been holding you the entire night. He tried calling after you, but you were already making your way to your room in a rush and later that day you refused to talk to him about it.

     Now there you were, a month later awkwardly walking through his door for the first time since that night and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. He calmly set down his things on the desk by the door, taking a seat in the chair and offering you the bed. Sometimes you couldn’t deal with how orderly he liked to do things. The formality of it all was going to drive you a little crazy. You felt like you were about to be lectured by a professor about poor attendance. 

     “As I understand it, there are some boundaries that have been crossed, despite everything we’ve done together in the past. At least from what I gather with how you’ve been acting.” As he spoke, your shoulders dropped. Of course he wanted a logical and thought out discussion.

     “I don’t want to ruin-” you frantically gestured all around you, between yourself and Viktor. “After all this time together at the academy, watching you grow into a scholar, I don’t see myself going anywhere… with you… academically.”

     The wording could have been better, but you hoped he would understand what you meant.

     “You’re not ruining anything, is this about that night? I know this isn’t really about your academics and my involvement with it.” He saw right through you and you should not have been so surprised.

     “I’m struggling,” you couldn’t look him in the eye as he intently kept his gaze on you, “I shouldn’t have stayed the night that t-“

     “We’ve stayed over at each other’s dorms plenty of times before.”

     “But this time was different and you know it. It was different from us falling asleep while we worked at desks or on the floor. You were- we were- I don’t know… I don’t really want to talk about it.”

     “y/n…”

     “You’re my best friend, Viktor,” you hurt your own feelings calling him just a friend when you both knew deep down that it was a blatant lie. “I want us to stay this way. I don’t want it to tarnish and labeling this is too much pressure.”

     Viktor could feel the weight of your words pushing down on his chest as you spoke. He regretted making you talk when he could have just waited for things to go back to normal or blossom on their own. He thought back to his original idea where he had been giving you space, but he guessed he must have given you too much space in the end.

     “We don’t need to worry about labels,” he feigned a grin and softened his eyes towards you. He knew how you both felt and that alone was enough companionship for him.

     “Viktor…” you whispered mostly to yourself as you stood from the bed with a creak.

     “y/n it’s alright, nothing has to change. I know how I feel, as do you,” he reached for your hand; an action that had been so normal for both of you for so long, but now felt more like a lifeline, “let’s stay like this. I’m not going anywhere especially with my workload,” he chuckled to himself a little, letting you step towards him, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

     You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you embraced for the first time in a while.

     “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to treat me differently, or let it intrude on your work.”

     He kept his head resting against your chest, his expression finally relaxed, his free arm wrapped around your waist. He was content and at ease after feeling like strangers.

     “No worries.”

******

It’s a short one today.

[writing-all-over-the-place]

yeah, so I don't know how to title stories.

So here's kind of my "testing out the characters and their voices and how they interact with each other" kind of thing. I don't really know if it's related to the plot it's just writing for writing's sake. So um yeah it's a little long. And by that I mean there's not a lot of breaks in it. Also originally I wrote two different story things that aren't really related other than, like, characters. I didn't love the first one I wrote so I switched over so that's the one that you're seeing. I might incorporate themes from the first one later I just wasn't loving it. And I'm sorry about the whole writing voice thing I feel like I kinda suck at writing but I do it anyway because I think it's fun. So um yeah if you're wondering this is rooted in this post and uh feel free to go back to that. Now I'm tagging my lovely friends. @dysphoria-things @allnaturalgenderfluid @scarafrisbee @emreadsbooks17 @maia-isnt-real @bylerloveswaffles @webboygirl @queers-of-marybelltownship @moiistdirts @giant-clown and if i forgot to tag you just tell me. I literally have a list in my notes app that i have to keep track of this. So um anyways the story yeah I should get to that. Just warning you, line breaks aren't really my thing so sorry if that's like not how it should be or if you don't like that or something.

I actually love the phrase "fluffy socks and birkenstocks" because i feel like it's such a vibe so i roped that into this so yeah.

The thunder rumbles, but as I look out my window, it’s bright and cloudless. I turn back to my computer and continue working on my history essay. As much as I love history, I’ve been writing this essay for over a week, and I’m really just sick of it. I get up out of my chair and walk to the kitchen. I start boiling some water in the kettle. Right now, I’m really feeling that green tea vibe. Knock, knock, knock. I walk over to the door and open it.

“It’s your laundry in the washer, right? I really need to wash mine, and I’ve been waiting for you to show up. You also left your key over there; I’m not really sure how you got back to your apartment without it and that’s why I thought you’d be back soon but you didn’t come back and I switched your wet clothes to the dryer and I was about ready to take those out but then I thought I’d be a nice neighbor and come talk to you first and I feel really bad now because you were probably busy and just forgot because I do that all the time and I don’t want to come off as a mean person. I reached up and put my hand over his mouth.

“Shut up, would you?” He nods, and I take my hand away. “First off, I’ll take that,” I say, pointing to my key in his hand. “I have boiling water on the stove, so let me go turn that off, and then I’ll go get my laundry. He nods and opens his mouth to speak. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he closes his mouth slowly. I take a good look at him as I’m backing myself into the kitchen. He’s wearing green low-rise, probably off-brand, Converse, wrinkled jeans, and an earthy orange linen shirt. He’s got dark brown hair, round aviator sunglasses on top of his head, and really cute freckles. I look away because I’ve definitely been staring too long. I turn off my boiling water, and my heart sinks a little bit, knowing I have to wait much longer for my tea. “Did I leave my hamper over there?” He shakes his head. I do the fast little walk to get my hamper and then come back. He’s still standing there, looking at me the same way I was looking at him. I look down and make sure I’m not dressed horribly. I’ve got on my big oversized blue knit sweater and black slacks with my favorite fake snake-skin belt that has a gold belt. I’m wearing Birkenstocks and fluffy socks, but that’s fine because I feel like it would be weirder for me to change out of them.

“I’m Sammy.” He says this as I’m locking my apartment door.

“Oreo,” I reply. 

“Oreo…?” He raises an eyebrow. I shouldn’t be finding this complete stranger attractive, but I definitely am.

“Rory. My name is Rory. I go by Oreo. That’s what most people call me, except, like, the government.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

I think we’re going to have a nice walk in silence, but then he continues talking.

“Again, I’m really sorry about this. I promise I’m a nice human, and I’m not just being an asshole. Well, I guess I am. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t have a bad intention, but today is just one of those days that I need to get my laundry done because I’ve been procrastinating for a while and I’ve just been buying clothes the last couple days because I really didn’t want to do my laundry because I didn’t feel like human interaction, but then again, I probably got myself into more interactions between the bus rides and going to the store. And I know I shouldn’t be scared of my neighbors; I’m sure they’re all really nice people, you included, of course.” He pauses there. “So…Oreo.” He says it again. “Oreo.” I look at him sideways. “It’s a cool name! I like the way it says it. Sorry, uh, brain fart. It feels nice in my mouth. No, that’s weird.”

“I get what you mean, Sammy. But uh, I want to get back to my green tea making, so I’m just going to get my laundry and walk back to my apartment in my fluffy socks and Birkenstocks, and I will see you again, eventually.”

“Right, right. Sorry. Sorry. I, uh. I’ll see you later, I guess.” He turns and leaves, but I call after him. “Are you gonna get your laundry?”

“Right, right. Yes. Sorry. Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You’re fine. I think it’s funny.”

[aurumacadicus]

Beloveds, Warnings: Mentions of previous self-harm, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of suicidal ideation(?), abuse, general depression

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Tony’s front door was unlocked.

Bucky swallowed down his fury, letting it out in a long, slow hiss from between his teeth. He stepped inside and locked it, decisively, before beginning into the house. There were open food takeout containers on the coffee tables, but luckily, all of the liquor bottles and wine were still locked up in the cabinet. He palmed the key on his necklace, just to remind himself it was there, then continued into the bedroom.

It looked like a hurricane had blown through, dirty clothes strewn everywhere except one chair, which was piled with laundered items. He only knew it was clean because the laundry service folded them. Bucky took a moment to clear the bed and floor of dirty clothes, sparing one irritated glance at the rest spread out throughout the room as he dumped them in the hamper. The service didn’t pick up his dirty clothes if they weren’t left for them. Tony must have been buying new clothes instead of just putting his dirty stuff out.

Tony was just standing in the stream of the water when he stepped into the bathroom. Bucky took a moment to just watch him, taking in the changes since he’d last seen him: he was heavier, but he’d needed it, because last time his ribs and collarbones had been standing out; his hair was longer, and the hot spray probably wasn’t doing his scalp any good, but at least it looked clean; there were no wounds on him that Bucky could see, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any on the inside of his thighs.

Bucky stepped forward, opened the shower door, and grabbed Tony by the throat, following him into the shower to shove him up against the tiles. “How many times do I have to tell you to lock your door?”

Tony clawed at his hand and wrist frantically, feet scrabbling over the slick floor. “B-ky,” he choked, eyes wide.

“A lock is the simplest barrier between you and someone who wants to hurt you and yet you continue to leave it open,” Bucky continued, ignoring his struggling. He had a firm grip on him. He wasn’t going to fall. “I should know. You’d be surprised how many locks I don’t have to pick in my line of business.” He let Tony scramble a little longer, just to drive his point home, then planted his foot where Tony’s own could come across it, the rubber sole holding steady so he could finally take on some of his own weight.

“I don’t care if someone comes in,” Tony choked out, scowling mulishly.

Bucky tightened his grip on his throat and shoved his head back against the tiles again. “I care. You’re mine, remember?”

Tony whimpered, pulling at his fingers uselessly before he sagged again. “Bucky-!”

“Look,” Bucky continued, ignoring him. “Once I’ve paid my debt to you, you can do whatever stupid shit you want. Until then, you need to stay alive so I can pay it.”

“You’re the one who took it upon himself to pay this debt,” Tony huffed, glaring at him. “You wouldn’t even have this so-called debt if you’d just let me--”

Bucky scoffed, giving his throat a squeeze to cut him off. “It is an affront that you would allow anyone but me to kill you.”

“You don’t want to kill me,” Tony choked out. He started wrestling with his grip again.

Bucky moved his foot back so that Tony sank an inch into his grip, and he waited for him to start whimpering in defeat before he shoved him back up. “You’re right. I don’t want to kill you. I want to love you, but I don’t know how anymore.” He huffed, frustrated. “Keeping you alive is the only way I know how.”

“Quite a compliment, a serial killer wanting to keep you alive against your will,” Tony grumbled, then winced when Bucky scowled at him. “I’m not trying to die, okay, I just--”

“You’re in a slump. I saw,” Bucky huffed. “You don’t care about anything. And that’s fine. I just need you to care about one thing.”

“You?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I just want you to care about locking your fucking door,” Bucky snarled, shaking him, and Tony whined, clinging to his arms to try and brace himself again. “I can take care of everything else. Just LOCK THE DOOR.”

“Fine!” Tony exclaimed helplessly, and he finally let him back down onto his feet fully.

“Good,” Bucky huffed. “I don’t know why you have to make everything so difficult.”

“It’s just how I am,” Tony muttered, scowling down at his feet. He sniffed, once, then whimpered, lifting his hands to cover his face.

Bucky sighed and pulled him into a hug. “C’mere.”

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” Tony whispered into his chest. “I don’t want to be this way.”

“I know,” Bucky assured, running his flesh hand up and down Tony’s spine the way he knew he liked it. “It’s not your fault. Let me look at you,” he added, easing him back and finally reaching out to turn the water off.

“I haven’t done anything,” Tony began, but sighed when Bucky merely raised a skeptical eyebrow and held his arms out for him to inspect.

Bucky took his wrists to twist his arms out further, just to check that he hadn’t cut anywhere not readily visible, then took a step back to peer between his thighs. There were no cuts, just a bruise, and he could have gotten that from anything, even one of his robots. He wasn’t trying to hide it, so it was probably fine. “Good boy,” he murmured, mostly to himself, but loud enough that Tony heard it and flushed with pleasure.

Tony apparently took in the fact that he’d stomped into the shower with his clothes on and frowned, concerned. “Is that your blood?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky said simply, and it looked like it physically caused Tony pain, but he closed his mouth.

Huh. Serial killer Bucky and depressed, morally gray Tony (in that “yeah I guess killing people is bad but you’re only killing Hydra scum and I can barely care about taking a shower so that’s a problem for anyone but me honestly”).

[thedummysdummy]

#2

“You’ve barely touched your food.” 

Victor turned his eyes up from his meal and they lingered on his wife, who was pushing the mashed potatoes around her plate. She shrugged and scooped a small amount, bringing it to her lips before putting down the spoon. “Are you not feeling well? Why don’t you go lie down? I’ll take care of Little Vic.” 

“Yeah, I’m feeling a bit nauseous,” she admitted. Her stomach lurched as if to prove the point and the girl sprinted toward the bathroom, leaving her husband and son with concerned looks on their faces. Victor stood and pushed his chair under the table to follow her, his steps akin to a run as he crossed the dining room. 

The girl knelt on the bathroom floor, wiping her lip and shivering slightly. Victor hurried to her side and placed his hand on her back. He rubbed it in small circles until her form stopped quivering beneath his touch. “Are you finished?” he asked in a soft voice rimmed with concern. She started to nod only to lurch forward as another wave hit her out of nowhere. Victor pulled her hair away from her face and continued to caress her back comfortingly until she dropped back onto her feet. 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured as she again wiped her lip and looked up at Victor with watery eyes. “I must have eaten something sketchy for lunch…” A tear ran down her cheek and Victor scooped her up into his strong arms. 

Victor carried his wife into the bedroom and tucked her into bed. “I’ll get you some ginger and peppermint tea. You get some rest, you hear me? No phone and no distractions.” His warm lips pressed lightly against her forehead, noting only the slightest bit of a fever. She closed her eyes and nodded as he left the room. 

He was met at the bedroom door by a 3 year old completely coated in mashed potatoes. “What did you do?” Victor snapped, pursing his lips as he ran his eyes up and down his completely filthy son. “Now you need a bath, dummy. Come on, go take off your clothes and put them in the hamper. I’ll run your bath after I get mommy’s tea.” 

“Does mommy have a tummy ache?” Little Vic frowned and tilted his head, the expression so like his mother that Victor couldn’t help but place his hand on the little one’s hair with a nod. Little Vic sighed and turned toward his bedroom. “Poor mommy,” he muttered as he disappeared down the hall. 

Victor hurried to fill the kettle and place it on the stove to heat so that he could head off any mashed potato painting that might occur. He found his son completely naked and exiting his room with his favorite plush in his arms. “Where are you going with that, sir? You need a bath.” 

The naked three year old dodged his father’s hand and ran across the living room toward the master bedroom. His shiba’s feet dragged on the floor as he ran yelling, “Mommy! Mommy, Shee-ba will make you feel better!” He pulled his dirty self up onto the bed and presented the plush to his mother, who smiled and accepted the offering. Victor approached his son silently and snatched up the squirming little boy from behind. 

“Get down from there! You’ll cover the bed in mashed potatoes!” 

Little Vic giggled as his father pinned his arms to his sides and carried him out of the bedroom toward his bathroom. Victor set him down and looked at the boy sternly. The tea kettle began to whistle and Victor sighed. “You wait here while I bring your mom her tea. Don’t. Touch. Anything.” He hurried from the bathroom to the kitchen, poured the steaming water over the diffuser of loose leaf tea, and brought the cup and saucer to his wife. The girl was curled up on her side with the shiba plush in her arms, her brow creased. 

A little sigh slipped from Victor’s lips and he placed the tea on the side table. He gently massaged the girl’s brow until they loosened up and took her hand. “The tea is on your table. Give it a few minutes and drink up, okay? I need to go wash the filthy child and put him to bed, but if you begin to feel worse, just call for me.” The girl nodded slightly and Victor again tenderly brushed his lips to her forehead. “I’ll be back soon.” 

The bathroom was suspiciously quiet as Victor approached. His eyes narrowed and he opened the door, fully expecting that the child had loosed all hell while being left alone. He was not incorrect; Little Vic stood in the tub with his hands covered in pink shampoo, which he was using to paint pictures on the white wall of the shower/tub combo. “The tub needed to be cleaned anyway, I suppose,” Victor sighed, picking up the child again and placing him on the bath mat. 

He turned on the water and placed one hand in the stream to test the temperature, his other hand holding Little Vic’s arm firmly. The water rushed cheerfully into the tub and Victor hoisted his son in to join it. The little boy smiled and flopped onto his belly, kicking his feet and waving his arms as if attempting swim practice. Water droplets flew everywhere and soaked Victor’s front, bringing a sigh to his lips. “That’s enough of that, little dummy. You’re making an even bigger mess!” 

“I’m three,” Little Vic replied, crossing his arms obstinately across his tiny chest. “Making messes is my job!” 

A snort escaped Victor’s nose and he rolled the boy over, turning off the water and beginning to run his fingers through Little Vic’s hair to loosen the potato-based hair product. “Your job is to learn how to be a presentable human being. Now hold still so I can get you washed up.” The little boy giggled, but allowed himself to be scrubbed and rinsed. Before too long, he stood wrapped in a fluffy towel with a hood and panda ears. His little cheeks were rosy from the hot water and his little bare toes sunk into the fluffy mat. 

Victor scooped up the adorable little bundle and carried him to the nursery. His strong arms were gentle and little Vic leaned his damp head against his father’s chest. “Daddy?” he asked, tilting his head upwards to make eye contact with Victor. Victor made a soft questioning sound in response. “Is mommy all better yet?” 

“Not yet,” Victor replied with a chuckle. “Things don’t always happen instantly, son. You’ll learn that as you grow up, I’m sure. Now, let’s get you dressed and tucked in for the night, hm?” He placed his son on the carpet next to the dresser and pulled out a pair of panda footie pajamas. Little Vic extracted himself from the towel and stepped into the pajamas, a little yawn escaping his lips. 

Once the zipper was zipped, Little Vic climbed into his toddler bed and Victor pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Good night, young man. Get lots of sleep so you’ll grow strong and tall.” He kissed his son’s cheek and the boy grabbed his dad’s face, pulling him close so he could plant a wet kiss on Victor’s cheek in return. 

“I love you, daddy,” Little Vic yawned, closing his eyes and cuddling up under the blanket. Victor smiled and tucked one of the boy’s many plushies in with his son. 

“I love you, too.” 

Victor backed out of the nursery and closed the door, pausing for a short moment outside the door to ensure his son didn’t immediately climb out of bed. When all he heard was the whoosh of the air conditioning, he hurried back to his own room to check on his wife. The girl was curled up in the same position, though her teacup was now empty. Victor lightly pressed the back of his hand to her forehead; she still didn’t seem to have too high of a fever. He nodded to himself and gathered up the dishes to return them to the kitchen and clean up after dinner. 

It didn’t take long to clean up. With the kitchen clean, the family asleep, and work still to be done, Victor grabbed his phone and headed for the bedroom. I can answer a few emails from bed, he reasoned. He removed the damp clothes and dropped them in the hamper before climbing beneath the covers and cuddled up to his wife. The light of the screen played on his features, casting them into sharp relief as he scrolled through email after email. 

The girl whimpered softly in her sleep and Victor sighed, glancing at the top of his phone screen to check the time. His eyes settled on the date, however, and a thought crossed his mind. He made a mental note to stop by the pharmacy on his way home the next day and set the phone face-down on the nightstand. Victor slid down the bed to lay down and draped his arm loosely over the girl, falling asleep almost immediately. 

~~~

Not feeling any better in the morning, the girl rolled over with a groan before again launching herself out of the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. Victor was woken by the sudden movement and followed her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She again knelt next to the toilet and Victor went to get her a glass of water. When he returned, she accepted it gratefully. “I think you should stay home and get some rest today. Your shoot finished yesterday, right? You have worked your body very hard these last two weeks. You definitely need some rest.” 

She nodded and allowed Victor to again carry her back to the bed. He smiled and brushed the hair from her eyes. “I don’t have to be in the office very long today, so I’ll be home as soon as my only meeting is over. I’m going to go shower and get ready for work; just call for me if you need anything.” 

The girl again nodded and Victor set about getting ready. He departed after a quick kiss, his mind fixated on his wife and his theory. The meeting went by quickly; Victor was only halfway invested, but he managed to get through it. It seemed the only person who noticed was Goldman. 

“What’s going on, Boss? You seem distracted today.” Goldman handed Victor his usual cup of coffee and sipped at his own, his eyes curiously searching Victor’s face. 

Victor nodded and held the cup without drinking from it. “My wife has fallen ill. I’m going home as soon as Mr. Vincent sends over the signed paperwork. I expect you’re capable of keeping track of things around here?” 

Feigning offense, Goldman snorted. “I keep the place from burning down weeks at a time when you’re traveling or disappear from the face of the earth. I will be fine for a single afternoon. But is she okay?” 

“She will be fine, yes.” The sound of an incoming email pinged on Victor’s phone and he checked it, nodding when he saw Mr. Vincent’s email address in the preview. “I’m leaving now. If anything comes up, call me.” Goldman didn’t even have a chance to reply before Victor turned on his heel and strode toward the elevator. He shrugged and went back to his own office where he was greeted by a pile of paperwork that would definitely take him the entire day to work through. 

Victor pulled into his driveway and picked up the small bag from his passenger seat. He hurried inside, immediately finding himself with a small child attached to his leg. "Daddy!" exclaimed Little Vic, his face beaming with excitement. 

"Hello junior. How is mommy?" Victor scooped up his son and slipped his shoes from his feet. Little Vic pointed to the kitchen where the clinking of dishes could be heard. "You seem to be feeling a bit better," Victor called ahead, stepped into the kitchen, and gave the girl a tender kiss. 

She wrapped her arms around her boys and nodded. "A bit, yes. At least, off and on. I made some lunch, though. Why don't you get Little Vic set up at the table?" 

Victor nodded, snuck one more kiss, and headed for the table. "You sit here like a good boy," he sternly warned Little Vic, who sat up straight and nodded furiously. Victor patted his son's head and returned to the kitchen with his little bag still clutched in his hand.

He placed the bag on the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, holding her tight as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "You've been very distracted the last couple of weeks," he began, his voice tender with a teasing lilt. "Distracted enough that you might have forgotten something very important."

The girl turned in Victor's arms and looked up at him questioningly. He chuckled and opened the bag, pulling from it a small white box. The girl's eyes widened as she saw the object and immediately knew what Victor was referring to. "Why don't you go take the test right now?" he suggested, handing her the box which contained a pregnancy test. 

She took it with trembling hands and disappeared into the bathroom while Victor placed a sliced sandwich and grapes on Little Victor's plate. The little boy chattered away about his favorite cartoon, but Victor’s thoughts were about twenty feet away. 

He didn’t have to wait long. Only minutes later his wife returned, and a single glance at her face told Victor everything he needed to know. He leapt up from the chair and swept the girl up into his arms, the widest grin spreading across his cheeks. “I knew it!” he laughed, kissing her deeply. She handed him the test and he stared at the double lines for a long time. 

Victor laughed and scooped Little Vic up in his free arm, squeezing him until the child squeaked. “Two kids. We have two kids!”

[nanamin-3]

Make it right.

as you feel the darkness start to overtake you, your boyfriend assures you he will always be there to pull you out.

pairings - suguru/ f. reader

genre - modernAU, slice of life

warnings - profanity, smut, creampie, depression, feelings of inadequacy , tension

You tried to control your tears as your boyfriend took his time opening the door to your shared apartment. As he finally turned the key, you couldn’t help but sulk and narrow your eyes, as he stepped aside to let you in, with his usual sweet smile.

Muttering a quick thanks, you walked in, removing your heels, walking toward your shared room quickly, feeling his piercing gaze from the entrance.

Once he finally caught up with you, you were in front of your dresser, removing your jewelry. You felt him step behind you, and quietly replace your hands with his, opening the clasp of your necklace much easier than you ever could.

Once again, you muttered a quick thanks, and stood silently as you felt him come closer, pressing his strong chest to your back, his hands coming up to rest side by side with yours on top of the dresser. You couldn’t help but smile at yourself at the size difference, his “freak hands” you liked to call them.

He would always argue that it was you who had weirdly small hands but would chuckle regardless. Why couldn’t you be like that.

You snapped out of your reverie as you felt his lips press gently to the back of your neck and begin to move along your shoulder.

“S-suguru, I’m going to shower… It was a long night and I’m t-tired.” You tried to move out of his embrace but couldn’t. His arms encircled your waist, as he kept pressing sloppy open mouth kissed along the column of your neck.

“You don’t want to shower after, love? ‘Sides, you don’t have to move a muscle, I’ll do everything,” he said in a husky voice, one hand coming up paw at your breast.

Whatever words you were going to say, got lost coming out of your mouth the moment his other hand grabbed your hip and pressed you to him, feeling his half hard cock through your flimsy dress. Biting your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up, you turned your head to look up at him, but he only slotted his lips against yours hungrily.

Hesitantly, you brought up your right hand up to grab at his neck, your other hand clutching the hand that continued the ministrations on your breast.

As you opened your mouth to sigh happily at the feeling of your boyfriends’ lips, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the velvety feelings of it with yours warming up your insides deliciously.

It was when you felt his other hand pull the zipper of your dress down, and lower the first strap down your arm, that you instantly pulled away from him. Staggering away, you wrapped your arms around your body, refusing to look at Suguru’s eyes

While your boyfriend was too good to voice his displeasure at your rejection, he wasn’t as good hiding his feelings. You could see in his eyes the hurt and disappointment you knew he felt.

Quickly you grabbed a towel from the nearest chair and rushed into the bathroom.

You turned the water on, and as the sound of the spray filled the room, you finally let your emotions out. Annoyingly enough, it had to be through tears.

As you removed your clothes and threw them on the hamper, you slid the door open and walked into the water.

You walked into the spray, looking up directly and trying to not think as the spray hit you directly in the face. It worked for a little, the hot water soothing your tired muscles, but you knew it would not help with your tired soul.

As you began to lather up your hands with your favorite body wash, you heard the bathroom door click open, and a shirtless Suguru walk in. Alarmed, you quickly covered your front, and turned slightly away from him.

“W-what’s wrong Suguru?” You tried to sound as relaxed as possible.

Lowering the lid to the toilet, he sat down, and after leaning forward to rest on his knees, he looked at you with a smile, “I’m sorry to ambush you darling, but I need to trap you so that you’ll talk to me. Is there a reason why you don’t want to make love anymore, fuck, or let me touch you? We have not slept together in weeks.”

His tone was soft, but you could hear the iron in his voice. Looking down at your feet, you sniffled and whispered, “That’s not true.”

With a chuckle, he began untying the hair tie holding up his long locks in a low bun. As he shook his hair out, he continued, “Well, I guess technically you’re right, you do suck my dick when I’m getting too needy.”

Your head snapped up, looking at him with wide eyes. You saw his face instantly pale, eyes wide in fear at what he had just said to you.

“Y/N, I-I didn’t mean- it’s not,” he didn’t finish, getting up and pressing his hands against the glass. His eyes where wide with fear at seeing the tears forming on your lash line.

The whole situation could not have been more ironic even if you had tried to set It up. This whole time, it was as if a glass stood between the two of you. You were able to see each other, feel each other, but there was still that something that did not allow the two of you to fully understand each other.

You knew it must be hard for Suguru to deal with your changing moods, and you knew that this was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still hurt to listen to your shortcomings from the person you loved the most.

You moved back slowly into the spray of the hot water, wanting to ground yourself. Facing away from Suguru’s panicked face, you began rubbing at your eyes harshly. “Suguru, I am so sorry about all of this. I know you m-must be tired of me and how volatile I’ve been lately. Y-you deserve someone better than me, who can make you happy and is not dragging you down with her.” You could feel your body start to heave, and a sob escape from your mouth. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you continued to cry.

“You were so sweet, in planning this date tonight and I had to ruin it. I couldn’t even be engaging with your friends. That girl Shoko is so p-pretty and obviously likes you, you should get with h-her, it’s okay, Ill understand.”

As you felt yourself being enveloped by the darkness the more you spoke, the more you voiced your feelings out loud, you were about to give in and submerge under completely, when you felt Suguru’s arms around you, and pulling you harshly into his chest. As you collided against him, you opened your eyes, and felt his hand come up to cup your neck and pull you up to look at him.

The fire behind his eyes scared you, and you were about to speak when he kissed you hard. After a few seconds, he pulled away from you and pressed his forehead against yours, his hand still in your jaw.

“Don’t fucking say that. Please don’t p-push me away. You’re the only person for me Y/N, always. I think you’re the most beautiful woman for me and as long as you’ll have me, I will be here for you no matter what.”

You nuzzled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and inhaled, being soothed by his scent. “I don’t want to bring you down with me, fill your life with all my d-darkness.” His hand, still in your jaw, tilted your head up once more. “My love, don’t you think it’ll be easier to navigate with the two of us? Much easier to find the way out if it’s us too.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesy line, which made his widen in wonder. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he deepened instantly. As you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, you felt his erection poking at your tummy.

You both looked down, and Suguru stammered embarrassedly, “Fuck, sorry. I ruined the moment, listen if your done, I’ll stay b-back and- “

You didn’t let him finish. You gently pushed him towards the bench in the shower, and once the back of his knees hit the ledge he saw down quickly. He looked at you, running his eyes down your body hungrily. “A-are you sure Y/N?”

You smiled, and nodded, placing your hands on his shoulders, straddling him carefully. Suguru quickly placed his hands on your hips to steady you and looked up at you with hooded eyes. You leaned down and wrapped your hand around his cock.

Suguru instantly twitched, and you felt horrid. You knew he had not pressured you to sleep together, but you really did miss feeling the closeness only this physical affection could bring. You began to pump your hand up and down his cock, increasing the pressure and running your thumb along the slit, spreading the pre around his length.  

Suguru grunted, gripping your hips tighter. After stroking him a few more times, you adjusted yourself and ran the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your slick. You rubbed the head across your clit a couple of times, moaning as the pleasure sent sparks across your body. With a last tap, you aligned yourself with Suguru and began lowering yourself slowly.

Once Suguru was sheathed completely inside of you, you let out a shaky breath and ran your thumbs across his cheeks. “I-is it okay if we stay like this a little.”

Suguru grunted and nodded quickly. Once you were accustomed to his length, you began moving up and down, grinding lightly against him. You began whimpering, bringing your hands to wrap around Suguru and kissed him. Suguru pulled you to him, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest, providing extra stimulation.

Pulling away, Suguru looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust. The intensity in his gaze overwhelmed you, and if you ever doubted his love for you, all those misgivings were quelled now.

“I love you Suguru, so much,” you whimpered as you continued bouncing on his cock. Close to tears again, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, which he returned with equal fervor.

Bringing a hand between the two of you, he began to rub tight circles on your puffy clit, making you moan instantly. “F-fuck, Sugu, that feels s-so good!” He pulled you closer, nipping and biting down your chest, leaving marks across your front.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy so much. You’re taking me so well darling; I missed you so much. A-are you close?” You were overwhelmed and couldn’t respond, so you just nodded lazily, shutting your eyes tight. He began rubbing your clit faster and leaned forward to take a nipple in his mouth, lapping adoringly and rolling it gently with his teeth.

As the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened quickly, you began bouncing faster, whimpering at the spasms of pleasure already shooting out throughout your body.

Your orgasm reached you unexpectedly, cumming hard. Your mouth opens silently, forming an O, you arched your back as your orgasm rippled up your spine, pleasure burning through every nerve ending in your body.

As he rutted into you sloppily through your orgasm, seeing your face of pure ecstasy, and knowing he was the cause of it, finally threw Suguru over the edge. As his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, he pulls you closer to him, as if pulling you into him and trying to protect you from everything outside the two of you. He continues fucking his load deep into you, slowing down once both of you are on the verge of overstimulation.

Once the two of you come down from your high, Suguru helps you up, pulling his softening cock out of you. You both clean up in the now cool water, and after drying each other and sitting down Suguru to dry his hair, he pulled you into his arms and brought you to bed.

Deciding to both sleep nude, your naked bodies tangled together under the covers as Suguru pulled you on top of him and ran his hand up and down your spine soothingly. “Y/N, I love you and know that whatever you need from me, I will go to the end of the world to get it. Everything I have is yours my love, because I know you would do the same for me.”

As tears began pooling at your lash line, you turned your head to press a kiss to his heart, “I love you so much Suguru.”

As he brought his arms to wrap around you, he squeezed you tenderly, “As long as these freak hands are able, they’ll be alongside yours my love.”

Giggling at his corniness, you nuzzled closer to him and after a while, were lulled to sleep at the soothing sounds of his breathing. You had the most peaceful sleep you had in a while.

[scarofthewind]

Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover. 

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted. 

[seancekitsch]

Puppet on a String: Part 2 of an Eddie Munson fic

a/n: sorry this took me two weeks but being on vacation will do that to ya

first part here

warnings: cursing and spoilers for vol 2!

You’re awakened from an uncomfortable sleep with the phantom feeling of gravel in your knees. You’ve woken up from this same nightmare for nine days straight, from the same phantom aches, the same full weight in your chest.

“Eddie, please,” you begged, getting on your knees while you pulled at his ringed fingers, his arms, “Don’t play hero. We’re gonna have a life together.”

You sob, and try to fortify your grip on him.

His expression is unreadable, hurt and torn, but not enough, something else in there you can’t figure out.

“I have to do this,” he says, finally, and wiggles his arm out of your grasp.

He doesn’t even spare you a glance.

It all fades to black again. If you’re honest, you don’t actually remember getting out of his trailer that night. You don’t remember driving home or going to your place, if you even actually did that. The rest of that night is completely gone from your memory, maybe a coping mechanism, maybe the fact you can’t count how many wine bottles you a had in that span of time.

You groggily pull yourself off of the couch you’d been sleeping on for the past week, your bed not feeling comfortable anymore, and drag yourself over to the credenza. Music, that’s what you need.

Sandie Shaw’s Love Me, Please Love Me has been on repeat since everything shook out, and today is no different. The CD not even out of the boom box, and there was no reason to look at any other CD.

Honestly, Fuck Steve Harrington for taking the rest of your wine, but at least this meant you could start to clean up, your clothes from that night still on the floor from your bathroom and your bedroom still a war zone. Steve was lovely enough to clean out your kitchen and living room while you slept, which embarrassed you to no end. A messy apartment couldn’t host guests, and you always wanted to be a welcoming place. Steve saw it, and you, at its worst. You’ll have to write him a thank you card, offer to cover his shifts, and give him the biggest hug in all of history when you see him again.

You start to sway the moment the music starts, drifting almost weightlessly on unsteady legs towards your bedroom.

You giggle to yourself as you narrowly avoid collision with the door frame, and begin to survey the damage. Your bed, unmade and covered in laundry, becomes your first issue. You get to business, first throwing all of the laundry in your hamper, then stripping the linens. They’re an old set, extras from Nancy lent to you when moved into this little spot that you just never returned and she never asked for.

Maybe if you do finally get out of Hawkins you’ll return them to her, or maybe they’ll come with you somewhere new.

You hear the familiar sound of your front door opening and closing, and instantly deflate.

“Steve? I swear, I’ll change where I leave my key if you keep coming in this way!” you call out over the music, fully joking. Maybe the fact that you’re able to joke at all means there actually is a future after all this, after Eddie.

There’s silence for a beat, which is unnatural. Steve’s the kind of friend just to come find you.

“It’s uh… It’s not Steve.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Immediately your little hungover morning of sixties pop and pretending you’re happy comes crashing down around you, fucks up like a train derailing into a ravine.

You cautiously make your way back to the bedroom door, afraid to peek around it at what you might find. What if the hospital shaved his head?

Deep breath. One, Two, Three.

Eddie’s there, in your living room, standing like a stranger, as if he hadn’t spent every other night in here with you for years.

And he’s

“Holy shit, Eddie you’re bleeding,” you exclaim as you hurry to pull out a dining chair for him to take a seat in.

“Yeah I….I’ve kinda been doing that a lot,” he jokes while you help him into the wooden seat, smiling that cute ass smile and—

no. No, you can’t let yourself go backwards like that.

The song changes, and it’s fitting, you think.

“Why are you here?”

You don’t even mean to say it, your voice low and far away.

He looks up at you with sad brown eyes, looking absolutely pathetic with blood starting to seep through his white tee shirt.

“Harrington told me I needed to fix things between us. Honey, I didn’t mean to—“

“There’s nothing to fix. You should just go back to the hospital and get those stitches looked at.”

Way harsh, and he flinches at your words. You do too.

“You left me,” all venom struck from your tone, “I needed you.”

“Why don’t you see that I did it for us?” Eddie gets up, albeit shakily, and reaches for your hand. You don’t flinch or recoil, but you don’t hold him back. You let your hand rest in his like a bloated fish on the bank of a river.

Tears well up in your eyes hopelessly.

“I didn’t want that. Didn’t want any of this. I just wanted us to go home.”

He squeezes your hand, and takes the other too.

“I saved people. I helped people,” he says it like he’s begging.

“And I’m proud of you, but you walked away from us to do it. What if you died? What if this happens again?”

Do I have to watch you die over and over again? you think.

The tears in your eyes spill over, and he immediately abandons your hands to wrap his arms around you. You melt into his embrace, wishing you could have done this a week ago. You let yourself hug him as sobs finally wrack your body. It’s tears of relief this time though, not of sorrow. It feels so fucking good to hug him again.

“Why—“ you sob, “Why are you here?” you ask again.

“I’m here to show my woman I ain’t goin anywhere. If demon bats couldn’t get me, nothing will take me away from you! We’re still in the campaign of our lives, we can’t have the party split!” He’s so enthusiastic when he speaks that you almost believe him.

“You very easily could have died. I heard about everything,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“But I didn’t, and they cleared my name, and they said I get to graduate,” he boasts, not hiding how excited he is about any of this, and not sparing your hungover little ears his volume.

“So you just fixed everything from the hospital?” you ask, daring not to give yourself hope. It’s a long shot, and sounds too easy, but possibly… just maybe… the town did reward heroism. Not like you did.

“Indeed I did, M’lady,” he says, quieting now, “And I was hoping I could have shared all that in a less pathetic way.”

He always had a weird thing about the word pathetic, always used it specifically when he spoke about big sad emotions. You always assumed it had something to do with his dad, a cold and sometimes vicious man you’d never met but his stain on Eddie is one that’s hard to get out no matter how hard Uncle Wayne tried.

It’s now that you realize he’s crying, too, and you hug him harder. You’ve never seen him cry before, but you always assumed he was a loud crier. He was loud with everything he did. But no, he’s just been talking normally (maybe a little raspy from the injuries) while the tears silently stain his cheeks as well.

You stand there together in your living room, just crying just holding each other, for what feels like hours.

You’ve been doing so much of that lately, but this is so different.

After you break apart, you make him instant coffee at your little dining table for two, exhausted and familiar. When you place the two mismatched mugs on the table, Eddie grabs it too quickly like always and sips too fast. He’s convinced he’ll never taste anything because he’ll burn all his tastebud off on your instant coffee one day. But he’s really really really okay with that if it’s your instant coffee and no one else’s.

“You know,” you say, not knowing really where to start, “We can’t go back to how we were.”

He has that same crushed look on his face from before.

“What if we start over?” he asks, a little too quickly but completely earnest.

“Start over?” you ask, blowing on your coffee to cool it first.

“Yeah what if… what if I take you out. After I’m good as new, of course,” He fumbles, mutters a bit, sips his coffee, “To the place we had our first date?”

The place you had your first date doesn’t exist anymore, Robin had told you that when you stopped by work.

“Or at least—“ you offer.

“At least the spot! Yeah! A little picnic of gas station sandwiches and sodas,” he interrupts.

You have to chuckle, at least a little bit.

“We can pretend we’re strangers and fall in love all over again!”

“I can’t date a high schooler,” you joke, and you mean to joke. You feel at home here for the first time since this nightmare began.

“Well then we can wait until June, huh?” he asks, “I’ve waited this whole week, I can wait another month and a half.”

“Oh can you?” you challenge.

“No, nope, absolutely I can’t, Babe, you’re gonna be the thing to actually kill me. A month and a half?” He lets out a hearty laugh, and then winces.

“Right!” you shout, “Fuck! Your stitches!”

He sighs deeply, letting his head hang low.

“Can you drive me back to the hospital?”

And then it clicks for you.

“Edward Munson did you WALK from the hospital to get here?”

He’ll happily let you yell at him in the car, and then when you’ve tired yourself out he’ll start planning your date.

[miekasa]

more boyfriend headcanons: love languages

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, college au to some extent, fluff

↯ notes: i cannot stop thinking about him, so have 50 more head canons about this absolute menace. despite the title, he can and will turn anything into a love language, so beware.

annoying the hell out of you (quality time)

You’ve heard of girls sitting on their boyfriend’s laps and hugging them/falling asleep while they play games, now get ready for: boyfriends hugging you from the back while you attempt to do any mundane activity bc they miss you.

Because that’s Eren. About almost anything, because his physical affection, when not in the presence of other people, is absolutely on ten thousand and one.

The only public place he doesn’t mind cuddling up to you is the library. He doesn’t mind putting his arm around you or leaning his head on your shoulder, or even doing the sitting hugging thing in the library. Mostly because few people are there anyway.

Mind you, you’re the one who even showed him where the library was, and now he doesn’t know how to act. “Eren it’s not a ‘cuddling spot.’ It’s the library where I—and lots of other people, including yourself—go to do homework.” “If not cuddling spot, then why library chairs and study rooms cuddly?”

Particularly when it’s getting late and you’ve been crammed in the library for hours, and Eren just wants you to pack it up so he can drive you home. He’ll squeeze himself between your body and the back of your chair, wrap his arms around your stomach, and lay his cheek on your back.

Most times he falls asleep waiting for you to be finished. Sometimes he gets impatient and tickles you until you agree to leave. Either works for him.

He doesn’t not like holding hands in public, but it’s not his go to either. If you’re walking together, sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder—usually after some cocky comment—or even walk behind you with his hands on your shoulders like it’s a two person conga line.

He doesn’t kiss you in public a lot, and never around his friends. They can see the literal hearts in his eyes when he’s around you though, so it’s not like he has to. On occasion, he will kiss your cheek. It’s kind of random, but you don’t question it.

In all honestly, whenever he gets affectionate or cuddly in public is all pretty random, even to him. Sometimes he’ll just be standing around you and he’s hit with the urge to engulf you in a hug and kiss your cheeks and he has to stop himself like, “....Why did I just think about doing that?”

Partially because he wasn’t outwardly hugged or shown affection a lot as a child, so sometimes he gets to urges children do to just want a hug. But he’s also pretty bad and/or new at processing his emotions like that so he mostly stands there like 🧍 looking at you with lovey dovey eyes instead.

Touchy when he’s drunk. But that’s not exclusive to you; anyone in a five foot radius of him will be subject to his arm slung around their shoulders, or him being slumped over their back, or random head ruffles.

Most commonly Armin, but I think we all knew that. Sometimes it’s Jean, and Jean is an even messier drunk, which results in the both of them actually being overly affectionate with each other in a strange, but endearing way. They both deny it to their graves when they’re sober, though.

Hovers around you. Constantly. Like a shadow. 

Does not leave you the hell alone when you’re in the kitchen. Will make it 100x more difficult for you to cook or just maneuver, which is ironic seeing as the most gourmet thing he can cook up is bagel with cream cheese. 

Sometimes Eren seems unaware of his size in comparison to you and your friends. It’s very sweet that he laughs with his whole body, but he’s got to realize that if bumps into you because of his sporadic laughter, that he might accidentally knock you into next Tuesday.

Likes when you touch his hair, doesn’t matter where or when, or who’s around. He loves it, all of it.

Will press his face against yours if he has stubble, just to be annoying. Like always.

If you hadn’t gotten it from everything else, he just likes to annoy you in general. But, like, affectionately. I keep saying it’s his love language and I mean it. Really—what it is is that he likes spending time with you, but he also likes annoying the hell out of you, too.

Bites. Not in a sexy way—well, unless you want him too—but, just because. Bites your shoulder when you’re not expecting it, bites your cheek while you’re in the middle of watching a show. Sometimes he takes your hand in his and your think it’s going to be sweet and he’s going to kiss it, but really he just brings it to his mouth to bite it.

Bites your ass, too. Again, just for fun. Because he thinks he can get away with it. Biting is a love language I’m telling y’all.

Likes to give you piggy back rides, even if you don’t ask for them or need one. You could be going from your room to the living room and Eren insists on carrying you there. 

And for some reason, he thinks that because he likes to hold/lift you, that that should apply to you as well?? Like he’s not 6′1 and big bodied, hello?? Eren you cannot just jump on top of people, you’re grown. 

He lets you dress him a lot. His fashion sense isn’t bad, and to be honest with you, I think he’d be a little bit of a hypebeast LOL. I don’t mean decked out head to toe in Supreme (god forbid...) but definitely has a bit of a sneaker obsession.

Not that he keeps them clean or is obsessive about creasing them he couldn’t care less. He just thinks they’re cool. Maybe even some accessories too, like those KAWS toys. Not a lot because they’re hard to get, but is really proud of his little growing collection.

But if you want to dress him up, he’s down for it. Would even let you buy him a pea coat so he can pretend to be a scholar. (He’s not BYE). He’ll tell you if something really isn’t his style, but he’ll wear it if you tell him he looks hot 🙄

Kinda forces his way into your life in little ways. Like, he’ll start adding his favorite snacks to your grocery lists. Moves a pair of your shoes from the door to make room for his own when he’s over. Basically claims two drawers for himself in your dresser. Annoying. Endearing.

Lowkey has his own intricate skincare routine, but he likes doing it with you more. He’ll make it a whole thing, and buy wine, and stupid drinking card games, and sit with you on your bed for 2 hours playing while your face masks dry. 

Texts you if you’re in the same room as him, but not paying attention to him. Especially if you’re doing schoolwork.

Throws pillows at you while you’re sitting at your desk to get your attention. He could just say your name, but it’s so much more fun this way (according to him anyway). It’s all fun and games until you smother him with one. 

Thinks arguing with you is cute, and sometimes says or does—or doesn’t do, for that matter—things just to incite an argument. Not a big one, or something serious, just petty things to rile you up so he can kiss and make up for it. For example, he’ll purposely putting the dishes in the wrong place, or hiding the remote from you, or putting his clothes in the wrong hamper.

“Eren, I swear to god, if you don’t stop putting the water bottles on the top shelf—” “What are you gonna do it about, pretty girl? Hit me with it? You can’t even reach—ow!”

being your loudest hype man (words of affirmation) 

The amount of pictures he has of you... criminal. From off-guards, to posed photos, to selfies, to screenshots, he has them all tucked away in a little folder with your name and a string of very inappropriate emojis after it.

Screenshots 90% of your snaps to him, even if his just of your eyebrows up. Sometimes because he thinks it’s funny, sometimes to save the picture because he likes it, but mostly because he knows you don’t understand WHY and that’s gives him the most satisfaction 😌

Loud and annoying in your comments on social media too. Hype man almost to a cringe fail level. He doesn’t care though, he has to let it be known. 

You could post a simple picture of you and Mikasa at lunch and Eren is in the comments screaming as per usual. @jaegerbomb: do i see TWO pretty best friends??? fuck it up besties 😫🥵🥵😜

GOD. HE WOULD RESPOND WITH “SO TRUE, BESTIE” TO ANYTHING ONCE HE LEARNS WHAT IT MEANS.

Oh, but he doesn’t take to it lightly when you call him bestie, or refer to him as your friend in any capacity. He’s your boyfriend, and would like to be labeled as such.

If you did that prank where you pick up the phone while you’re around him and say “Oh, I’m not too busy, I’m hanging with a friend right now,” he would pout about it for days. Days. Doesn’t get over it, and reminds you of your transgressions every two to three business weeks.

Tells you you look hot all the time, regardless of what you’re doing or wearing. He means it, too, genuinely, he thinks you’re hot. But he does get a kick out of how potentially embarrassed it makes you.

Tells you you’re smart and beautiful and his favorite person on the planet. He means it, always, even if the delivery isn’t romantic. Although, he would argue that telling you he would “tap that” is very romantic. 

for him: receiving gifts & words of affirmation

Eren would be really humbled and honored to receive a gift from you. He needs to receive physical affection, too—but something about you thinking about him enough to buy or make him a gift that he’ll love and cherish really hits home for him. He doesn’t have many people who would do that for him.

If you buy him anything, he’s using it the second it’s out of the wrapping paper. You buy him shoes? He’s wearing them the next day. A new case for his phone? Rips the old one off in an instant. A little trinket for his keychain? He can barely remember to carry his keys in the first place, but suddenly he can’t ever forget them now.

He just can’t get over the fact that you think about him and know him well enough to tailor your purchases to his liking. It’s almost an impossible concept to him, and really reassuring that you love him as much as he loves you.

On a similar note, he actually doesn’t mind couple items, as long as they’re not obvious and/or corny. Down to have a pair of matching hats or phone cases or even sneakers. You don’t even have to always/only wear them at the same time, just knowing you have the same thing at home kinda makes him feel fuzzy inside.

He also thinks it’s hot. He can’t explain why knowing his girl has the same kicks at him is hot, he just knows it is.

As much as he likes telling you how hot you are, Eren also likes to hear that you find him attractive—and that you like him, in general. For the most part, he gets that from your physical reciprocity and quite literally letting him hover around you like a fly, but it’s nice to be told with words every once in a while.

For as much as he knows it, he gets a little caught of guard whenever you tell him you love him. He knows you love him, but hearing it sometimes is a little surreal to him. Very reassuring, too, and everyone needs a little reassurance from time to time.

[acemapleeh]

Matthew Home Headcanons

Perhaps it’s fortunate in that he didn’t pick up his father’s habit of collecting. He has his fair share of odds and ends but his living situation is definitely leaning more minimal. He spent a large portion of the 19th century away from home, traversing along Britain’s empire and being cooped up in Arthur’s stuffy houses that he didn’t have the time to indulge in home decorating.

His houses pre-World War I were very basic that he didn’t put much thought into. They were small places for him to just... stay in. There were some books, his clothes, and a handful of gifts he’s received but none of these places really felt like home to him. There’s very little still around from those days.

You can roughly pinpoint which residence he’s currently at by seeing how long it takes for him to respond to a message or how good he is at keeping consistent contact. If it’s regular, likely in Vancouver or Victoria. Slightly delayed? Ottawa, he’s been pinned down with work. Days? Somewhere in Alberta, signal is sparse and he doesn’t really want to look at his phone. Weeks? He’s…. somewhere his government assures; in the backwoods or deep parts of his north, he’s hiding away in a cabin meant for one.

No matter which home he’s in, his bed space is his ultimate source of comfort and character. Even when they are made they don’t exactly look neat. There’s a plethora of things that reside in that space. It’s as though he’s made a nest for himself out of weighted blankets, pillows, and stray t-shirts and hoodies.

He loves getting blankets as presents. If they don’t end up on his bed they’ll be draped over the couch or hang on the back of a chair that he’ll curl up on. Plenty of extras in the closet for when he has company.

The man moves around so much that I’m half tempted to say he has a camping van. It’s incredibly cozy and retro. When he doesn’t want to get his destination quickly (aka fly) and he’s got a distance to go, he’ll drive in this.

Almost all his places have an outdoor seating space whether it’s a balcony, patio, or rooftop. He enjoys sipping coffee and staring at the scenery while feeling the crisp morning or night air on his cheeks. He’ll also have a smoke out here and just space out when he needs to calm his mind.

Matthew lays out, long limbs and all, across his roof watching the smoke disappear into the night sky and he just feels at peace with himself.

His home in Ottawa is probably the most plain of his homes; it looks straight from an Ikea display with a dash of Canadian spirit. He’s moved around the city a few times; his current residence he’s only been at since the ‘90s. 

Two bedrooms, always. He calls the second just a spare but really, it’s Alfred’s. The man has been taking a train up from Boston since the ‘20s so Matthew always has a room for him to stay in over the weekend. He’s the only one who visits him regularly after all.

It’s usually messy. Clothes on the floor he couldn’t bother to put in the hamper that has other stuff stacked on top of it; plates, mugs, and bottles of water are piling up in his room and won’t be picked until a) he has no more dishes or b) Arthur just called him and he’s on his way from the airport.

His floater home in Victoria is colorfully painted like the others around it and is situated along the harbor. It’s a home he picked out in the ‘60s, having enjoyed his time in California and the seaside. His father was right, staring out at the ocean really did put you at ease. He has another home in Vancouver by the water he got in the late ‘20s that he got for similar reasons.

Plenty of big windows to let in actual sunlight and so he can just look outside at the water. Rooftop easily accessible that has chairs and tables set up so he can really take in enough Vitamin D to store for the winter.

Has his kayak tied up and ready to take out first thing in the morning.

This home is just so different from the rest of the places he lives. It’s very modern, bright, and colorful. 

He gets a lot of art done here. There’s a shelf in his office dedicated to sketch journals and art supplies. He frames some of his best photographs and has them on display; his drawn work is much more private and is rarely shared with others.

His biggest home is the one situated in the Canadian Rockies in Alberta. It’s in a sleepy resort town that thrives off the summer and winter tourists. Matt has a decent sized cabin up there that overlooks a pond and lake you can see on clear days. This is the home he’ll invite his family to if they ever come for a visit. There’s three bedrooms here for that reason.

It’s a mix of the old and new. It’s rustic in all ways a cabin is but there’s a lot of modern touches that make it comfortable for the 21st century. Tall ceilings, stonework along the outside, deep brown wood walls that offset the sunroom in the back with its large windows.

He has a couple of paintings and things from Europe from World War II he was only meant to hold onto for safekeeping but they ended up permanent features when they were never picked back up. He’s sipping a whisky looking at his piece of history above his fireplace with a quiet, “I deserve this.”

He has a handful of tiny cabins scattered about his most northern provinces. All he built himself, a couple with Alfred’s help. It’s a summer project he’ll call it, camping in an insulated tent while progress continues. They’re very simple structures, a little cramped but that’s how he likes it. It’s meant for him and him alone, the one consistent exception being Kuma.

The smallest one is just one room with the absolute basics. There’s a woodstove in the corner, a table and seat that he stores his bed under when he’s not using it, a cozy chair to whittle and sketch in, and a hammock for reading and napping. One wall is just a window that he can just stare out into the vastness of cold, snow and trees. Do not go after him if he’s here.

His biggest would still very much fall under tiny home living. Kitchen and small living area with a loft where the entire space is one bed. He’s brought Jan up here a couple of times for some isolated, alone time.

Honestly, if he ever brings someone to any of his more isolated homes, he has a lot trust in that person. There’s no business done here, he’s not Canada in these homes. He’s Matthew here.

[jxsatlas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 1

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DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14," Lance announces, "Begin descent to Kerberos for a rescue mission."

He shoves the yoke forward and the aircraft takes a steep dive. You plant your feet to help fight against the inertia. You give him a sharp glare as the aircraft steadies out.

"Ugh, Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk whines from the back.

You look over your shoulder and recognise the nauseated expression on his face all too well. Last semester, there was a girl on your team that didn't do too well with excessive motion and often got sick.

Lance brushes him off. "Relax Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick," he says with a lazy grin, which quickly turns mischievous. "It's not like I did this, or this!" Lance jerks the aircraft side to side, making Hunk feel worse.

"Knock it off, Lance," you warn from your chair next to him. You reach up above you and press a few buttons in hopes of stabilising the aircraft out after Lance's little joke.

"Yeah, listen to [y/n] unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies of this thing," Hunk groans angrily.

"We've picked up a distress signal!" Pidge says from his seat in the back.

"Alright, time to quit our bickering and get serious," you say, doing your own little thing to accommodate for the lower altitude while Lance flies the aircraft.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance says with a roll of his eyes at your comment.

Pidge does so, typing away on the computer. The aircraft gives a large rumble and Hunk groans again.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" he whines, his face all scrunched up in discomfort.

"Oh, that's on you buddy," Lance says sharply. "We got a hydraulic stabiliser out."

Hunk nods and goes to fix it, but when the aircraft shakes again he gags. "Oh no."

"Oh no, fix now, puke later," Lance growls.

So much bickering... you think to yourself with a sigh.

"I lost contact!" Pidge says. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance looks over his shoulder at Hunk. "Come on, dude!"

"Sorry, it's not responding," Hunk says and unfastens his safety belt. He carefully gets up and makes his way over to the gearbox to see what's up.

"Coordinates are back," you say, seeing the blue dot on the dash.

"Nevermind Hunk," Lance says.

"No, he still needs to fix it," you say. "We can't properly fly this thing if a hydraulic stabiliser is out."

"Whatever," Lance rolls his eyes, "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable, given our current mechanical..." Pidge warns, trailing off when he hears Hunk gag again. "...and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Agreed!" Hunk says, not before quickly emptying his stomach into the gearbox with the unsavoury sounds of food chunks and liquid hitting the metal. You cringe, not liking the sound, and hope he's okay.

"Stop worrying," Lance says dismissively.

"No, they're right," you say firmly as you place your attention on Lance now. "We should wait before we do anything."

"Nah, this baby can take it! Can't ya champ?" Lance coos and pats the dash. The aircraft rumbles again and he retracts his hand with a sheepish look. "See? She was nodding!"

"That wasn't nodding Lance," you deadpan. "Now listen to us and wait."

"I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I?" Lance asks. "So I'm in charge, and that means what I say goes!"

"Excuse you, we're both flying this thing," you argue.

Ignoring you, Lance turns to Pidge. "Pidge, hail down on them and let them know their ride is here," he says.

Knowing that you're now doomed, you keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable failure of the simulation. You can already see it, the big, bold, red letters appearing on the dash.

And when Lance flies towards an overhang, tilting the plane as much as he can in a sad attempt to thread through the little hole rather than going over or around, you know this is where you fail.

Lance doesn't make it. The wing gets torn off, the alarms blare, and the aircraft pummels to the ground. The dash goes black and those red letters you were anticipating appear without hesitation.

Simulation Failed.

The first failure on your school record.

You toss your head back and sharply exhale, frustration building up in you. "Nice going," you grumble and look at Lance through the corner of your eye.

He catches your gaze and glares at you. "Oh, shut up," he growls.

The four of you sit in silence for a second, you and Lance glaring at each other, before an instructor opens the door and beckons you to come out.

Reluctantly, you all unfasten your safety belts and crawl out of the aircraft. You then mentally prepare yourselves for the lecture about how you are all failures to come.

You, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge line up before the Commander, avoiding his scowling gaze.

"Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you," Commander Iverson's voice booms angrily. He's not at all impressed with your behaviour. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made during the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" a boy from the back of the group of students shouts out. Iverson nods and turns to Hunk.

"Yes. Everyone knows vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems," Iverson sharply criticises Hunk. He turns back to the students. "What else?"

"The comms-spec removed his safety harness," a girl points out.

"The pilot crashed!" another shouts.

Iverson nods, approving of all the answers given. "And worst of all, the whole jump they're arguing with each other," he growls and turns to the four of you once more.

You keep your gaze on the ground shamefully.

"The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro-explorers," Iverson lectures. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at you. "But these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what caused the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

In your peripherals, you notice Pidge clench his fists at his sides and scrunch his nose up in anger. You fully turn your head to him when he takes a bold step towards the Commander.

"That's not true, sir!" he barks.

Iverson looks at him and glares. "What was that, young man?" he growls.

Lance quickly slaps a hand over Pidge's mouth and pulls him back in line. "Sorry, sir! He must've hit his head when he fell!" he says, smiling sheepishly in a sad attempt to cover up his fear. His hand gets tighter over Pidge's mouth, almost as if he's asking the ginger what the hell is wrong with him.

With Lance speaking up, Iverson's attention is now pinpointed on him. He takes a few steps closer to Lance, his intimidating figure making your brother cower back a bit.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here," he growls, his tone of voice menacing and powerful, "is because the best pilot in your class had a disciplinary issue and flunked out."

Lance drops his gaze down to the floor, a look of dejection taking over his face.

"Don't follow in his footsteps," Iverson warns. He stares Lance down a bit before abruptly turning to you. "And you!" he barks.

Your entire body freezes up and your eyes wearily follow him as he stops in front of you now. Your heart sinks down to your gut.

"I expected better of you."

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You returned to your dorm at the end of the day with a cloud over your head.

You grumble about the day's events as you aggressively tug your shirt over your head. You really wish you could pinpoint the source of your frustration. Are you mad at my brother? Your team? Or yourself?

You toss your clothes on the floor and pull out some track shorts and a hoodie from your dresser. Getting dressed in your pajamas for the rest of the night, you try to sort out your emotions.

"Stop mumbling to yourself," your roommate says from her bed.

You turn to her. "Ah, sorry," you say. "I didn't realise I was talking out loud..."

"If you're that mad at your brother why don't you just punch him?" she asks. You blink, surprised she actually heard you.

"I'm not violent like you," you say with a sigh. "Besides, I don't even know if I'm mad at him specifically."

"Eh, I would punch him either way," your roommate shrugs. "It's a good way to alleviate your stress."

You roll your eyes. "I alleviate my stress by sleeping."

Your roommate laughs. "Ain't that the truth?" she jests. "How many times have you taken a nap between classes this week?"

You stare at her with a blank expression for a moment before picking your clothes up and off of the ground. "I'm not answering that," you say and toss them into the hamper.

You and your roommate pause when there's a knock on the door. You look at her and she looks at you.

She raises her hands up. "And I'm not answering that," she says.

You roll your eyes and grab one of the dirty articles of clothing you tossed into the hamper and throw at her without any remorse. She yelps in fear and disgust as you walk to the door with a smirk on your face.

"Don't throw your nasty underwear at me!" she barks and she pinches the panties between her thumb and index finger, tossing them as far away from her as possible.

You cackle and open the door. Your laughter cuts short when you're suddenly face to face with your brother. Hunk stands behind him.

"What are you doing in the girls' dorm?" you ask, but then take the opportunity you just created for yourself to tease your dear elder brother. You think of it as a bit of revenge for crashing the simulator. "Visiting someone?"

Lance rolls his eyes. "Heh, I wish," he sighs. "But no. We're thinking about hitting the town tonight! You know, for some team bonding?"

"Who is it?" your roommate calls to you.

"Lance and Hunk," you say over your shoulder at her.

"Punch him!" she shouts back.

"No!" you hiss and turn back to your brother.

"I don't like your roommate," Lance comments under his breath.

"Neither do I," you joke.

"I heard that!" your roommate barks.

"No you didn't!" you ready. But getting the feeling that she's going to keep interrupting, you push Lance out of your way and step into the hall with him and Hunk. You then close the door and give the boys your full attention.

"So, you're gonna come with us?" Lance asks.

"I don't know," you say with uncertainty in your tone. You cross your arms. "It's past curfew and I don't really think you have off-campus privileges..."

"That doesn't matter," Lance waves his hand dismissively. "Iverson wants us to bond as a team, so why don't we listen to him for once?"

"I'm not feeling that adventurous," you say.

"What? Why not? It'll be fun!" Lance cajoles.

"Lance, your idea of fun always ends up with you and me in the principal's office," Hunk reminds. "Don't drag your little sibling into it."

"Hunk has a point," you say. "I don't want to get in trouble again. I had my filling for today."

"Since when were you a goodie-two-shoes?" Lance asks in a somewhat offended tone.

"Since I got a scholarship here?" you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sibling?" Lance says as he gives you a look of utter betrayal, as if you were some alien.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not too keen on losing something like that because I went along with your dumb shenanigans," you sigh.

"Please, the max punishment for something like this is just a weekend detention with old man Brechin," Lance says and a mischievous grin spreads on his face. "That is, if you get caught."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. Team bonding sounds very appealing after what happened today, but are you willing to risk your scholarship? You don't know if you can lose it because of a simple detention. The Galaxy Garrison is a government program, which means they are pretty strict.

"Do you really need to think about it?" Lance asks with raised eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared!"

His words irk you immensely.

You snap your gaze up to him. Is he serious? You aren't scared. Why would you be scared of sneaking out?

You silently walk back into your dorm and quickly throw a bra on, some socks, and your shoes.

"Where are you going?" your roommate asks as she watches you scramble about the room with a sense of purpose all of a sudden.

"Team bonding," you say, now tying the laces of your shoes.

"This late? Are you sure?" she asks.

"All common sense in me left the moment Lance basically called me a scaredy-cat," you say bluntly.

"Well, have fun," your roommate says.

You give her a small salute as you walk out of the dorm. "I'll be back by morning."

"Alright, see ya!"

You close the door and turn to Lance and Hunk expectantly. "Well?"

Lance gives you a cocky grin, proud of his persuasion skills. You suddenly consider your roommate's suggestion for a second.

"We need to go grab Pidge," Lance says. "It won't be team bonding if someone's missing. You gotta have everybody."

You shrug, doubting Pidge will join.

Lance takes the liberty of leading the way to the boys' dorm, you and Hunk following closely behind. You expertly dodge the officers patrolling the halls making sure students are in their dorms like ninjas on a stealth mission.

As Lance rounds a corner, he suddenly stops and back peddles quickly. He peeks around the corner and watches whatever is on the other side. Curious, you and Hunk sneak up close to Lance and peek as well.

Pidge steps out of his room, a backpack swung over his shoulders. He checks his surroundings before closing the door and running off.

You, Lance, and Hunk share a look. You all then telepathically agree to follow the small boy. Once again, Lance takes the lead.

[oblxvion]

euphoric | eren jaeger (1)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 5.4k

-> warnings: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, oral (f and m receiving), fluff

you were stressed. it was almost the end of the term, and you had spent the past two weeks studying and prepping for your exams because you needed those grades. you had been slipping a lot in your classes but you managed to bring your grades up with the help of your good friend armin. he was extremely smart and honestly, without him, you didn't even want to think about what your grades would be.

“ugh, sasha, i can’t study any more.” you groaned, bringing you head down to into the vast sea of review that you had been going over as per armin’s request. “i need a break, i feel like my brain is going to fucking explode.”

sasha looked over up from her phone and laughed. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise. once you finish these exams, you’ll be able to relax for a bit. do you wanna smoke later ‘cause we’re all getting together later at eren’s, i forgot to tell you.”

you hadn’t checked your phone in the past few hours so you didn't know that there were plans that had been made. 

you didn’t move your head as you contemplated the thought, it sounded like fun to see everyone and ignore the work you had for at least a bit. exams weren’t for another week and a half, so you should be fine.

“yeah, i'll come.”

“yay! i’ll text the group chat and let them know that we’re gonna leave at around 6.” she squeals as she grabs her phone and starts typing away a text that you soon receive as well.

“ok, i need to nap first. plus it’s like 4 so i’m gonna pass out for a bit.” you got up from the kitchen table and made your way over to your bedroom, beginning to get comfortable. “wake me up at 5.” you yelled so she could hear from her room.

“you got it.” sasha yelled back. you could tell that she said that with food in her mouth. 

“typical.” you chuckled as you felt your body drift off to sleep.

“y/n! hey! wake up! it’s 5:30. i lost track of the time.” sasha tried to shake you awake in which you grumbled in response. 

“ugh, ur so timely.” you joked as you made your way out of your room, and into the shared bathroom. wow i look like shit you thought to yourself as you turned from side to side trying to see all of what you looked like in your oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

there was not enough time for you to get ready to look at least presentable, but you felt gross so you turned on the shower and threw your clothes into your hamper. you put on some music because who showers without music and you made sure to shave because it had been awhile since you had and you wanted to feel clean.

once you had finished, you grabbed a towel and checked the time on your phone. 5:40. perfect.

“y/n, we have like 20 minutes,” sasha called from her room. “do you think you can be ready by then?”

“yeah, i just need to dry my hair and throw on some clothes and i should be good.” you said as you walked into her room, she was pretty much ready to go, and dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. no one really dressed up for these sessions because everyone was already super comfortable with each other.

“ok i’m gonna go change, i don't know if i’ll have enough time to dry my hair though.” 

“you’ll be fine. plus, we can be a bit late, they wouldn’t start without us anyways.” she says with a smile as she puts on a sweatshirt.

you made your way back to your room and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a loose fitting tank top and your favorite pullover. as you made your way back to the bathroom to dry your hair, you found yourself stressing once again about your exams to which you took a deep breathe and reminded yourself that you needed to relax and this was a well deserved break. 

after you finished drying your hair, you quickly ran a brush through it, and put on some deodorant along with your favorite perfume.

“ok sash, i’m ready.” you called from the bathroom as you fixed your appearance for the last time. 

“perfect! i ordered us an uber because i don’t really wanna drive and i know you don't like driving high.” she says as she grabs the last of her things and we make our way out the door and to the bottom of our apartment complex.

“soooo...” 

you look at her as the uber pulls over to the side of the road. “so what?”

“have u been seeing anyone recently?” sasha looks over to you as she gets into the uber after you. 

“how could i? i’ve literally been studying nonstop. i wish though.” you say with a sigh. you had been so preoccupied with studying and getting your grades up that you haven’t had the time to see anyone except friends. “why do you ask?”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i was just curious, you know, being your roommate and all.” somethings up, she’s clearly trying to pick at something and this does not go unnoticed by you.

“ok,” you laughed and shook your head. “whatever you say.”

before you knew it, you both arrived at eren’s apartment complex. for some reason, you felt anxious. you knew the boys that were going to be there but you had this gut feeling that something was going to happen.

the two of you made your way up to his floor and knocked on his door which was opened almost instantly as if he were waiting.

“sasha!” connie exclaimed, embracing the girl into a bear hug. “hey y/n.” 

“hey connie.” you smiled in response. it was really cute how the two of them were so close, it’s almost like they were twins. you made your way into the apartment and saw jean and eren, arguing over god knows what.

“hey guys!” you say as you walked over to the two of them, hugging them both. 

“y/n! it’s been a while. how’s studying with armin?” jean asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“god. don't even get me started. i am in hell. armin’s being so helpful though.” you chuckle as you walked over to eren, who was looking at something on his phone but quickly shoved it away when he saw you coming towards him.

“hey y/n.” he says with his boyish smile as he pulls you into a side hug and you notice that his hand lingers for a bit longer than normal but you smile in response.

“so, can we smoke now that they’re finally here?” connie asks as it was very clear that he was getting impatient. 

“yeah, yeah, let’s go to the deck.” eren’s apartment had a deck with was extremely nice and over time, it had become the signature smoke spot for you guys. it had an outdoor couch and a few chairs along with a small table which was perfect.

you made your way to your favorite spot which was the right corner of the couch so you could be close to the edge of the balcony and look out at the view of the city. everyone had their signature spots, it was like an unspoken rule but everyone followed it. eren next to you on the couch, sasha, jean and connie in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

there were some blankets already outside along with a speaker that eren played some music on to set the vibe. 

“since you guys were taking too long, i rolled us a joint so we could smoke sooner.” eren said as he sat down next to you.

“aw, how kind.” you tease him as you nudge yourself against his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. “dibs on first hit.” 

“aw, c’mon!” jean whined, knowing that you always give the blunt to eren right after you hit. 

“i get priority since eren is my best friend.” you smirk and wait for eren to say anything but he just laughs and shakes his head. 

you and eren had always been close ever since you started school. he even introduced you to everyone, which was the reason why you were here with them now.

eren took out his lighter and lit the joint and passed it to you. you took it between your pointer finger and thumb and took a long drag. 

oh how you had missed this feeling. the feeling of being high with your friends. you passed the blunt back to eren as he took a hit himself and you exhaled the smoke.

the joint was passed around the circle until everyone had gotten a good amount of hits and it was finished. you felt your high and you leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes.

“tired?” 

you opened your eyes and looked over to eren who’s eyes were red, just like yours. “no, just relaxing. this is nice. i needed this.”

“yeah, i noticed. armin told me that you’d been really stressed lately so i texted asking if people wanted to smoke but you didn't respond so i assumed you were studying,” he says as he stretched his arms and placed them just behind your shoulders.

“thanks,” you laughed as you stared into his turquoise eyes only now noticing how pretty they were. you had looked him in the eyes before but this time it felt different and he felt it too. but your staring was soon broken by sasha’s wails of being hungry.

“there’s food in the fridge, i had takeout last night so there’s probably some leftovers.” eren nods his head towards the inside of his apartment. sasha stood up and made her way towards the food as connie followed her.

“hey! save some for me!” he yelled as he chased after her. all that was left was you, eren and jean. there was clearly some tension in the air but you decided to ignore it.

“ain’t no way i’m gonna be third wheeling right now.” jean huffed quietly and joined the two inside. 

third wheeling? you ignored it because jean obviously knows that you and eren are close friends, nothing more.

oh, how you were wrong.

eren looked over to make sure that there was no way for the others to see the deck and he moved his arm down towards your shoulder. you were shocked by this, but in a way, it was comforting. 

“y/n?” he asked staring off into the distance.

“hm?” 

he didn't respond so you took it upon yourself to look up at him.

“what’s up?”

no response once again.

your lidded eyes becoming heavy as he looked down at you with a tender look on his face. he leaned his face closer to yours until your noses were touching.

“eren?”

his lips connected with yours, igniting a feeling inside your chest that you had pushed away when you first became close. you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss. eren pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear as he went back in for another kiss. you didn’t know what to do but the feeling that this gave you, it wasn’t like any other kiss you had before.

“wanted to do this for a long time.” he whispers and rests his nose on yours. 

you didn’t know what to say in response so you pulled him back for another kiss that was interrupted by the three of them coming back out onto the deck. you pulled away quickly, hoping that no one had seen what just happened. eren kept his hand on your shoulder, but no one had asked about it so you just let it slide.

it had been a few days since you had last seen eren. everyone was texting in the group chat about plans for the upcoming days but you had to study, or at least try to study. the kiss that you and eren shared had been replaying in your head ever since it had happened. you knew that he was high and he may not remember it, but it still bugged you and you had to know.

but most importantly, this kiss had sparked feelings inside you that you had pushed away so long ago and it was beginning to get hard to consume them. eren was constantly on your mind, and you couldn’t focus on your work. 

you needed to talk to him but you didn't know how because you didn't know that he had these feelings for you and you didn't know that you still had those feelings for him. you realized that you were ignoring these feelings that you had for him because he was your close friend and you didn’t want that to ruin your relationship.

it was driving you crazy. you needed to talk to him. 

you grabbed your phone and clicked on eren’s contact and called him. it didn’t even finish the first ring.

“hey y/n! what’s up? how’s studying?” he said and you felt your heart swell at him saying your name, which never happened before until now.

“hey, can you come over later? i need to talk to you,” you sigh. this is it, you need to know if he truly had those feelings or he was just playing with you.

“yeah, of course,” he stammered. “is everything ok?”

“yeah, everything's fine, i just wanna talk to you.”

“ok, i can get a ride now if you want me to.” is he eager?

you looked at the time and remembered that sasha was out with connie and jean so she would probably not be coming back tonight.

“actually, yeah, that sounds fine. see you soon, eren.”

“ok, i’ll text you when i’m close.”

“ok,” you ended the call and placed your phone down, taking your head in your hands. you’re overreacting right? he definitely feels for you, why else would he kiss you?

“i need to shower.” you said to yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts in your head.

as you got out of the shower, you heard your phone get a text, which you assumed to be eren. walking back to your room, you heard a knock at the door and you froze. you were still in a towel and debating whether or not you should open the door for him, which you did because you didn't want to leave him standing out there.

“hey y/n, oh,” he stops and looks you up and down. 

“sorry, i just got out of the shower.” you say as you open the door and motion for him to come inside. “can you just wait a sec while i go put some clothes on?”

“oh, uh, yeah. i’ll wait in the kitchen.” he looks around and scratches the back of his head nervously. his hair was tied back into a messy bun like usual and wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt and his chain peeking out from under it. “you good?” he asked as he took off his shoes.

oh my god, was i staring?

“oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just spaced out a bit, sorry.” you chuckle nervously, tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. “i’ll be right back.”

“take your time.”

you made your way back to your room and threw hung your town on your closet door as you looked for clothes to wear. you opted for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was sasha’s but for some reason, it was in your closet. once you had finished changing, you made your way over to the mirror that was across for your bed to make sure that you looked fine.

“ok, breathe.” you exhaled and opened your door calling for eren to come into your room.

he came into your room, still clearly feeling awkward about your interaction from before. “nice room, i like the led lights you have.” 

“thanks,” you laughed and sat on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you, which he did.

“so, what's on your mind y/n?” he asks, leaning up against the headboard and trying to get comfortable. 

“i don’t know, i've just been thinking about some things recently, and i can't seem to get them out of my head.” ok, good start.

“like what?” he looks over at you. oh no, don't look at me like that.

“the kiss we shared a few days ago, it’s been in my head on repeat.”

eren looks confused and looks towards your mirror, “is that a bad thing?”

“huh? i mean no, it’s not, i just don’t know what to do because these feelings have come back that i pushed away from when we became close because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. but right now, it’s consuming me and i don’t know what to do.”

“well, i wouldn’t have kissed you without having feelings for you, y/n. i don’t know how you didn't notice it. i’ve been kinda bad at hiding it.” he said calmly as his gaze remained in front of the two of you. “but if you didn’t like it, we can just forget about it. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he turns to look at you once again. 

“no, i enjoyed it actually, but...” you trail off nervously, feeling your face becoming hot. you tried to turn away but his hand grabbed your chin and turned you back to face him. 

“but what?” he says softly, looking into your eyes which caused your heart beat to pick up. he thought it was so cute how you were getting so flustered by him.

“but i don’t want to be played...” you averted his gaze.

“y/n, i would never play you.”

you look back at him, now knowing the answer that had been bothering you for the past few days. it took all your strength to not kiss him right there but he beat you to it, closing the gap between the two of you. in that moment, all your worries had washed away, feeling content and glad that you had this conversation with him. the kiss soon escalated into you and eren sliding your tongues into the others mouth. you felt yourself getting hot once again but this time, a completely different reason. eren brought his hand that was on your chin behind your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as you melted into his mouth once again, whimpering at the feeling. eren could feel it go straight to his dick that was now straining in his pants, trying to contain himself because he didn't know whether you wanted this or not.

“let me show you how much i care for you, yeah?” he says as he pulls away for a brief second. 

“eren, please,” you whimper as his lips met yours once again but this time with more passion. eren then moved so he was on top of you, caging you in his arms as he continued to kiss you. “i want you.”

“’want you too, baby.” the pet name going straight to your core. eren moaned as he moved from your lips down to your neck, gently kissing and sucking to leave a mark. he then placed his hands at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you as if he was asking with his eyes for permission to undress you, you nodded your head vigorously and lifted your hands up so he could take it off. 

“no bra? it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, angel.” he then brought his lips down to your left nipple, gently sucking on it while taking the other between his fingers, moving it around earning a moan from you at the feeling. he then moved over to the right and did the same action. “you’re so beautiful.”

“ohmygod please, please,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been denying the fact that you had wanted this for so long.

“use your words, tell me what you want.” he groaned and came back up to kiss you, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his.

“’wanna feel you,”

“where, pretty girl?” he sat up at looked down at you with a smirk on his face, he knew where you wanted him but he wanted, no needed to hear you say it. 

“’want you inside me eren, please,” you whined arching your back so he could get the message. he chuckled and brought himself back down towards your sternum, placing wet kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts. 

“can i?” he looked up at you and immediately saw the approval in your eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” you whimper at his remark, lifting your hips up in the process so he could take your shorts off easier to reveal your thong and the painfully obvious wet spot. he placed a finger on your slit, dragging it down slowly, teasing you.

“stop teasing me,” you whined, trying to prop yourself on your elbows but to caught up with the euphoric feeling that you couldn't. eren slowly took off your panties to tease you even more, and threw them behind him onto the floor.

“fuck, baby. this all for me?” he looked up at you with his jade green eyes meeting your e/c ones. he could feel the precum running down his shaft, struggling to keep his composure.

“yes eren, all for you.” your breath hitched as he spit onto your needy heat, bringing his tongue down to your clit, giving it a few kitten licks before he quickened his pace and wrapped his left arm around your leg to keep you in place, not once breaking eye contact. “fuck, keep doing that, holy shit!” you could feel him smirk against your core, and if it couldn't get any better, you felt a finger at your entrance before sliding in. “eren!” he felt so embarrassed to be rutting his cock against the bed but the noises you were making were sinful and he couldn’t help himself.

you began to feel your stomach tighten as he added another finger into your hole and picked up the pace. the sensation was incredible, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and the pace of his fingers going in and out of your pussy. your slick was dripping down his fingers, it was driving him crazy. he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

“’gonna, ‘m gonna cum eren, please,” your release was so close, you just needed one more push.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your whole body and you felt the coil snap. the moan you let out was pure sin and eren thought he was going to cum on the spot. “that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” as you got down from your high, you realized that he didn’t stop, you were sensitive, eren knew that but he needed one more from you.

“eren it’s too much, fuck,” you cry out as he brings his mouth back down to your heat and you can already feel yourself getting close again, and he could tell. you came even quicker this time, your juices gushing all over eren’s tongue. he lapped all of it up, not letting a single drop go to waste, and then taking his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth.

“you taste so good, i couldn’t get enough of you.” he whispers as he comes back up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. you reach down towards his throbbing cock, but he shook his head. “this is about you, baby.”

“please?” you look up at him and he couldn’t say no. he knew that he would not last long if you did as much as place your tongue on his tip. noticing that he didn't say anything, you took this as your chance. you flipped him over so that you were on top, and you could feel how hard he was. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off, revealing his perfectly toned chest with chiseled abs. he threw the shirt to another place in the room, pulling you into another kiss shortly after. you moved from his lips down to his neck and down his chest stopping at his sweatpants to pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his swollen tip leaking with precum. he was larger than average and it excited you every bit. you smirked to yourself, and placed your lips on his tip, his breath hitched at the feeling.

you began to slowly drag your tongue down his shaft, maintaining eye contact with him, just like he did with you. you then took him in your mouth seeing how his legs tensed, you began to go even further. 

eren was trying so hard not to grab your head and push you onto his dick, afraid that he was going to ruin the moment with you and be too aggressive. you then took your mouth off with saliva connecting from his tip to your lips and then went back down taking him all in your throat before bobbing your head up and down, coming up for air while jerking him off. the sounds he was making went straight to your warmth, making you wetter by the minute.

“keep doing that, fuck y/n,” he groaned as his will vanished and he took your hair in his hands beginning to help guide you on his dick. he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at you, knowing that this image will forever be imprinted in his head. his legs tensed and you felt it, he was close. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he groaned as he shot thick white ropes of cum down your throat, you gladly took all of it and opened your mouth to show him that you did. 

“fuck, you did so good, so good.” he pulled you up towards him as you laughed into the kiss, and suddenly you were back on the bottom. “but now i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he aligned himself with your entrance and your mind became fuzzy with the feeling of his tip right where you needed him most. he slowly pushes himself in but you didn’t need to adjust, and he began to move at a steady pace.

“oh fuck,” eren threw his head back at the sensation of finally being inside of you, the way your walls grazed his dick, pulling him back him. it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “you feel so fucking good y/n.”

“fuckfuckfuck, ’m gonna cum eren.” the feeling came back embarrassingly quick but you didn’t care, the feeling was amazing.

“yeah? you’re gonna fucking cum? cum on my cock. cum on my fucking cock.” eren growled as his chain was in your face. hearing him be so demanding and aggressive set something off and you felt yourself release but this time it was different, arching your back at the feeling. eren was taken aback by the fact that he made you squirt, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“that’s it, squirt all over my fucking cock.” he rode you out of your orgasm and continued to plow you into the mattress, picking up his pace. he was close but not quite there yet. you had taken into account that eren was aggressive in bed but he was being gentle with you at first, and you loved every bit of it. you wanted to make it more interesting. before you could even think, your hand met his cheek, and eren looked at you with a shocked expression but his eyes grew dark with lust. 

“fuck me like you mean it, jaeger.” you growled, hoping to get a reaction out of him. and oh boy, did it get a reaction.

“yeah? fuck you like i mean it?” he slapped you across the face, and then grabbed your cheeks and spit into your mouth. “swallow it.” if you thought you couldn’t get turned on anymore, you were so wrong. you rutted your hips against his, moaning at the sensation. this side of you was so different, and eren fucking loved it. he grabbed your throat, squeezing it and making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you with force.

“look at you, never knew you could be such a slut.” the name made you clench around him like a vice, earning a groan from him. “taking my cock so fucking well.” the feeling of you tightening around his cock for the 2nd time that night was making him lose his mind, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew that you weren’t either. he brought his hand that was around your neck down to your neglected clit and began rubbing circles as his pace became erratic. he was so close and so were you, but he needed you to come with him, he had to feel that feeling again. 

“fuck, i’m so close baby. fucking cum with me,” he moaned as he brought his head to your neck, you brought your arms and wrapped them around him, bringing him closer to you. before you could even comprehend, you released your juices, spraying all over his pelvis as he came shortly after you, painting your insides white. he stilled, trying to catch his breath but to his shock, you flipped him so that you were on top once again.

“not done yet.” you moaned as you began to grind yourself onto his cock. eren still so sensitive from his past orgasm that he was barely holding on by a string. seeing you on top of him, the way your breasts bounce and the way you look from this angle is driving him insane. he knows that he’s not going to last like this, the way you’re riding him, he grabs onto your hips and guides you.

you’re so overstimulated, you can’t even think straight. eren is trying so hard not to cum before you, but your pussy is milking him dry and before he knew it, he came inside you once again, legs shaking from the overstimulation. you lifted yourself off him and began to frantically rub your clit as you squirted all over his chest and pelvis. eren stared at you in awe, the way you looked like when you came and knowing that it was from him was a huge boost to his ego.

you finally collapsed onto his chest, trying to calm your breathing as he wrapped his arms around you. the both of you basked in this silence, thinking about the sex you just had.

“hope i wasn’t too rough, i kinda got carried away.” eren chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back, earning a laugh from you.

“no not at all, i really liked it actually.” you looked up at him, placing your chinos his chest. 

“I'm glad, been wanting to do that for a while,” he paused, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “i really like you, y/n.”

your heartbeat quickened, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i really like you too, eren.” you blushed, “stay the night.” you didn't have class the following morning, so it was fine.

“ok, will do.” he squeezed you tighter, and you utterly being exhausted, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. eren gently moved you over and walked into the bathroom, finding a small towel and cleaning you and himself up. he grabbed you a new pair of underwear from your closet and the his shirt on the floor, dressing you before he put his sweatpants back on.

you felt the bed dip and a pair of arms bring your back to his chest and press a kiss to your cheek.

“’night y/n.”

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A/N: this was my first time practicing smut writing and it did okay on AO3 so I thought I'd share it here as well <3 I may end up deleting this unless people want me to keep it up haha

Fandom: Obey Me!: Shall We Date? Premise: Leviathan x Reader Smut Word Count: 1,354 Content Warning(s): C*ck warming; S*x

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[Smut Under the Cut]

“Levi…” I whined in an attempt to gain my boyfriend’s attention. “Hm.” “Can I please have some attention, please?” I begged. I could practically hear him rolling his eyes at me from across the room. Leviathan had invited me to his room earlier to spend some time together and finish an anime we had started together, but his guild in one of his MMORPGs had contacted him for help with a raid just before we had pressed play. He had given me a chaste kiss on the forehead just before he left me in the pile of pillows and blankets we had gathered on the floor, and went to boot up his gaming monitor and slip on his headset. “I’m- fuck! I’m a little busy right now, sorry.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his antics, knowing full well he wasn’t going to come back to the land of the living for a while. At least he had had the courtesy to only slip on one headphone, the side without the mic was instead more behind his ear so he could still hear me. I continued to sit and watch from my place on the floor, when a brilliant idea emerged in my head. Maybe, I could distract him from his games and lure him back to what we were doing before. I slowly stood up, not wanting to alert him of my movement. I knew that he had better hearing than a human, so he probably could notice my footsteps despite his headphones, but the quieter I was, the more the creaking wood under my feet would fade into the background. I made my way to his right side where his microphone was, extending my arms in a silent request for affection. Levi sighed, exasperated, but rolled his chair back and moved his arms momentarily to allow me room to climb into his lap. I sat comfortably, the back of my knees hanging over the arm of his chair and my head tucked into the groove between his shoulder and neck. He moved his chair back to its original position and quickly continued playing the game. I slowly ran my hand through his hair and pulled his face slightly down towards me to place kisses on his cheek. I could see his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, and his face began to turn a beautiful crimson. I moved my hand so it was in his chest and trailed kisses down to his neck. I heard him let out a shaky breath, just as if he was holding back a moan. Levi quickly muted his mic, “What are you doing?” I shrugged. “Well, stop. I’m trying to focus.” I pouted at his words as he unmuted his mic. I ended up moving so I was straddling him in his chair, my ear over his heart. I could hear it racing. Levi looked down at me again, a look of concern on his phase. A blush was climbing up his neck and across his cheekbones, which only heightened my intrigue in this situation. I placed a finger to my lips in a ‘sh’ position, and proceeded to grind against him. I could hear a strangled moan get caught in his throat, attempting to have his teammates not hear. Levi suddenly muted his mic again, “Wh-what’re you doing? I have my mic on!” he attempted to sound more dominant. “Leave it on, just ignore me.” I placed a quick kiss on his lips, and immediately turned his mic back on. He continued to chat with his teammates and play his game as I let marks on his collarbone and grinded against him. Every time he spoke, I made sure to leave a mark, as it would cause his voice and hands to shake. I found it somewhat entertaining. After a couple more minutes of my actions, something snapped within Levi. He moved his mic away from his face, not even bothering to mute it and whispered in my ear, “If you’re going to be such a brat, then I’ll make sure you behave. Why don’t you sit your pretty self on my dick.” My own voice caught in my throat then, surprised by Levi's forwardness. “Well?” he poke again. I moved my body back, giving myself enough space to unzip his jeans. I pulled his dick out from the confines of his pants as he reached into a nearby drawer to hand me some lube. Leviathan moved his armI prepared myself on his lap, using my own fingers to stretch myself open as I let my hot breath fan across his collarbones. I made sure to stay quiet due to his headset, but a part of me wanted

to moan just to see what Levi would do. But I didn’t push the issue. As soon as I felt prepared enough, I slowly sank myself onto Levi’s dick. He forced a cough in an attempt to hide a moan, but it didn’t sound incredibly effective to me. I could hear shouts of ‘who was that?’ come from his headset. I slowly and ever so slightly raised and lowered my body, fucking myself on my boyfriend’s dick. He briefly put both of his hands on my hips and held them down, a silent way to tell me to stop moving. I waited for his game to end, randomly squeezing around him or slightly shifting to remind him of the situation he was in. “You’re such a brat, you know that?” Leviathan said, removing his headset and exiting the game. I feigned an innocent look. He leaned forward slightly, his mouth directly next to my ear as he whispered, “If you want my dick so bad, then do the work yourself.” I slowly raised and lowered myself, trying to tease my boyfriend but inadvertently teasing myself. I felt him grip my hips again, thumbs digging into my skin. “What happened to me doing the work myself?” I gasped. “You’re, fuck, you’re going to slow,” he choked out his answer through moans. He moved my hips up and down and began to leave dark marks on my neck and shoulder. “Levi, these are high up.” “Fuck it, I want everyone to know your mine.” I couldn't help but moan at his possessiveness as I came closer and closer to my climax. I started picking up the pace even more and grabbed his face so I could kiss him properly. He moaned into my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled away from the kiss. I threw my head back as my walls began to tighten around him. “Oh fuck!” Levi exclaimed, obviously close himself. I kept the pace up despite it causing me slight overstimulation, but Leviathan quickly came inside me. He let out a low groan as he did so, and I started to slow down, working him through his orgasm. After both our breathing had leveled, I slipped myself off of him. “I’ll grab a towel.” Levi said as he stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. He walked into his bathroom and grabbed a towel. I could hear him turning on and off a faucet just before he walked back out. He made his way over to me and as soon as I was within an arm’s length, he started cleaning me up. He knelt down in front of, cleaning where the cum had dripped down my leg. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you enough attention.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, “It’s okay. I think it ended well, wouldn’t you say?” I could see the tips of Levi’s ears turning red. Once he was done cleaning me up he threw the towel into his hamper and passed me some clothes to borrow. I didn’t necessarily need them, but who was I to deny my boyfriend letting me borrow some pajamas? We went over to the pile of pillows we had created earlier and laid down together. Levi held me close to his chest like a precious gift, and in that moment I felt loved. · · ─────── · ☆ · ─────── · ·

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