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faendal asked him how the weather was up there and sven decided to show himđ
#svens arrow to the knee speedrun (both meanings)#faendal#sven#skyrim#svaendal#the elder scrolls#tes#tesblr#hes showing him the top of the fridge#i think sven would lord his height over him constantly#rlly tho its an excuse to manhandle him#âyeah i love bullying him hes such a dickâ read: âI Need Him In My Arms Immediatelyâ#not that faendals innocent#my art
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OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........
WAIT.
â¨C l o a c a C r e wâ¨
#is there a way to turn someone's tags into regular text or must i continue turning words into jpgs like a savage?#blade walks into the bathroom too and goes âoh?? u talking about the stall??â#��it's great! my voice bounces around while i'm in there so singing is super fun. here lemme show uâ#cut to scene where it's blade crowding eiden/yakumo/rei into one stall and making them sing to test the bathroom acoustics#blade wears a hard hat while swimming in the shark tank#does it make sense? no. but blade does not want to be left out of the hat game. safety first!#did i go down another abyss of articles about owl and shark anatomy to confirm cloacas before i drew this? yes.#the tags tho#olivine (ever the caring coworker) tries to stop edmond from gorging on sugary carrots but edmond will outrun him#or stuff his face so fast that olivine cannot stop him#several hours later u just find edmond curled up on the ground in the rabbit pen#bc of tummy ache.#he is under a mountain of fluffy potatoes (bunnies) trying to comfort him#olivine knew this would happen so he's out there gently extracting edmond from the pile and coaxing him to rest properly#i wonder what the staff room fridge looks like.#WHO PUT AN ENTIRE KING SALMON ON TOP OF MY SALAD#anyway. they can probably eat relatively normal humanish food.#or maybe that fridge is just a decoy fridge (and a place for edmond's full 3 heads of lettuce)#and the real lunch fridge is in the back with all the âanimal food storageâ#u open it up and it's just a pixellated blur of gore#blame all the carnivores working here. they demand fresh meat.#zookeeper au#yakumo#eiden#rei#blade#edmond#olivine
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#Jesus fucking Christ#why do some people just. not see the mess theyâre making and acknowledge that itâs their responsibility to clean up after themselves??#like. you throw your shoes in the entrance exactly where people walk. you let shared loafers stand outside for several hours#you cook the most simple dinner that one time you cook (mind you the other people have equal shares of making food)#and yet you donât even manage to clean up after neither the cooking NOR taking the food off the table into the fridge so it doesnât turn bad#you keep on taking the most easy solution that fits you the best without thinking about others. in a space where we all are exhausted#and Iâm so done with it for now tbh. how lazy to not care about the bare necessities for others. how rude to admit to it#AND on top of this. youâll tell stuff about your country thatâs *objectively horrifying* and then add on to that that you love your country#itâs just. so many things. are so so so much of what Iâd avoid in a person. a few things is fine. no oneâs perfect. but damn thereâs a limit#SORRY to anyone whoâs read this far but I just. had to get it out#this guy is the one Iâm working the closest with these two and a half weeks. hes still a kid kind of. Iâm not gonna be mean to him#but damn. my patience. is being tested#AHHH I might delete this tbh. I donât like showing this side of myself. I donât want to spread this kind of negativity#Iâm just so very frustrated. how a human person can come to this place and be here for SO LONG already#and still not have learnt the basics of living and working together#own post#oh. and all the triggering of intrusive thoughts is not helping your case buddy#(which you canât really know about so itâs kinda fair but also itâs for bad hygiene stuff mostly and thatâs. I meanâŚ..)
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đ we've compared heights a thousand times but gimme the visual anyway. gimme vader + ani, matt, and han sandwiching luke (with love)
matt vc: we could be standing in order from tallest to shortest if SOME members of this family wouldn't bicker. looking at you gramps & dad! at least papa is the cutest we all gotta protect him, even though he could wipe the floor with all of us. . .
@skysaunter & @stillsolo
thank you for indulging me in my antics. i will never get over how tall everyone but luke is. i guess the tall gene really did skip a generation.
#reports filed ( answered )#( first off thank u for finding this for me sweet vin )#( i was struggling to get all these bois in one image with the one i was using )#( luke why are you so short )#( anakin pls you could of given him some of your height )#( he's a smol bean )#( matt loves draping himself over his papa and lifting him up )#( he will show luke what the top of the fridge looks like )#( he's sure han has never offered such a service )#( also don't think that only being two inches shorter than your son means that matt isn't going to lay on you han )#( while he might not pick you up out of respect that doesn't mean youre free from matt's tall antics )#( that goes for you too anakin )#( though perhaps maybe not quiet as often depending on your moon )#( will vader lift matt up ? simba him )#( do it for the love of god )#( oh my lord could vader carry matt while matt carries luke on his shoulders )#( they'd be unstoppable )#( one movie ticket pls & no we are not three grown men in one very long trench coat )#someone i look up to no matter how tall i grow ( luke skywalker ; skysaunter )#you place me on your shoulders so i can grab the stars ( han solo ; stillsolo )#every wound shaped him ; every scar built his throne ( anakin skywalker / darth vader ; skysaunter )
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Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.
My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldnât do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.
We couldnât buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasnât good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didnât get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.
We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldnât sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.
He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insuranceâ had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.
We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didnât approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldnât wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldnât even get ordered until the day he died.
#sparklepants#we would have done anything we could to get him that wheelchair#nudge#disability#accessibility#spoonie#ok to rb and honestly please do
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okay hear me outâŚ. reverse hybrid au⌠with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because heâs so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and theyâre is shocked at how itâs like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna đ
IâVE GOT IT?
Synopsis: Youâre head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?
Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna
Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader
Notes: Iâm really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers
âMiss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasnât urgent.â
âI donât specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?â
You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, thereâs three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didnât want to do.
âSukuna is out of control, heâs already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with himâ
âAnd I should be the sixth?â You say with a quirk of your brow.
They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that youâll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.
âLike I said, my stance on this wonât change.â
Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: âIâll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.â
Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever theyâre against but youâve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.
The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: âto let him know you donât have anything on you.â As they put it.
They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you arenât afraid and find out whatâs been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!
You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, itâs like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. Youâve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.
Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. Itâs warm.
You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. Itâs not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.
Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce youâre coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.
Sukuna is big, heâs a big man compared to all the other hybrids, heâs brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: heâs warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.
You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.
âYouâre making trouble- why is that?â You say while looking through his dresser.
âYouâre being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.â He threatens harshly.
âIf you harm me Iâll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and Iâm assuming you donât want to go back.â
The room goes eerily silent like heâs making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.
Oh⌠the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldnât tell or try to track his cycle?
âYou in heat big guy?â
âNo-â
âSuch a liar, Iâm not here to make fun of you, Iâm here to make sure you get proper help.â
âThe only way Iâll get proper help is if I fuck someone.â So damn blunt you think to yourself.
He continues speaking: âI think you know they wonât allow that though.â
âWould you like some toys? I can request that for you.â
âUseless.â
You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see heâs not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.
You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.
Heâs hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.
Sukuna doesnât waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if itâs the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.
Heâs ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation heâs felt for a while, his hand doesnât compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before heâs pushing up against you again.
Heâs producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.
âSmells so good⌠really good.â âMhhhphmmm-â heâs now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.
You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isnât going to bite you: killing you in the process.
He doesnât do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While heâs busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal itâs been a while since youâve had a cock, especially a cock his size.
You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what youâre doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isnât gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?
âNhhhnn.. fuck-..â this doesnât deter him because heâs sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesnât wait to bounce you back on him, you canât comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.
Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like youâre the damn sex tox heâs been given, one he wasnât gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.
You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where heâs latched on in droves. Heâs far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.
By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, heâs not even hard anymore he just canât stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. Heâs made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.
Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he wonât let you move even an inch.
He begins sucking on your nipples, theyâre definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.
After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He wonât let you have a moments peace.
Even when you tell him youâre extremely busy heâs having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!
As his mate youâre meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful heâs even letting you leave the nest.
You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.
Theyâre all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.
#zsworks#fem reader#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x female reader#hybrid sukuna#Tiger!Sukuna#tiger hybrid#TigerHybrid!Sukuna#sukuna x female reader#sukuna x you#sukuna smut#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x reader#Sukuna#sukuna x fem!reader#hybrid x reader
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âdo you not love me anymore?â
satoruâs (self-proclaimed) adorable pout is rendered ineffective when you refuse to look up from your work, typing away on your computer as his world absolutely crumbles.
âare you a worm?â you ask, wholly uninterested in his theatrics.
âno.â
âthen of course i still love you.â
âthen what the heck is this?!â
sighing, you finally lift your gaze to see your wallet open and laid out in front of you. âthatâs what this is about?â
âyou took my favourite picture of us out for megumiâs school photo!â
âthat was not your favourite picture of us,â you argue. âyou keep that in a locked folder on your phone.âÂ
(itâs your fault that he thinks of that photo now, having to utilise mental skills heâd learned during unnecessarily sexy sparring lessons in high school to will away the beginning of stiffness in his pants)Â
âthatâs not the point,â he says calmly, tapping a finger over megumiâs glaring face. âthe point is that iâm losing top-billing in my girlfriendâs wallet to a snot-nosed brat with a crush.âÂ
âreally? youâre competing with a seven year old?âÂ
âitâs not competing if iâm losing!â
âitâs puppy love, satoru,â you laugh, closing your wallet before he can see that his card is inside. âi donât think heâs ever had someone - that wasnât his sister - fussing over him.â
âno, he definitely has a crush on you,â your boyfriend insist, draping himself over your lap quite dramatically. âcan we still disown him if the adoption papers havenât gone through yet?â
âno one is disowning anyone,â you tell him, gently pushing back his bangs to plant a kiss on his forehead. âyouâll just have to learn to live with the competition.â
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youâre halfway through the show youâre watching when the front door swings open and satoru tumbles inside. âhoney, iâm home! nanami almost killed me at the gym.â
âhey, thereâs lunch in the fridge,â you call, eyes glued to the television.Â
satoru, predictably, is unsatisfied with this. he grabs the mug that youâre holding and sets it on the coffee table, wrapping you in a sweaty hug and peppering your face with kisses.Â
âlet me love you!â he whines, his hair tickling your nose as he nuzzle his face into your neck.
âyou can love me after you take a shower, cause you stink.â your tone is stern, but you canât seem to fight the smile that grows on your face as he hugs you tighter.Â
âthis is all for your benefit,â he argues, finally releasing you just to pull the hem of his shirt up. you try to smother the heat rising to your face, but satoru notices, a self satisfied smirk on his lips as he pats his abs. âiâm letting nanami kill me at the gym for you.â
âyouâre such a slut,â you mutter, wriggling out of his grasp and over to the opposite end of the couch. satoru relents, staying on his end as he recounts his (apparently) near-death experience at the gym.
itâs a few moments later when megumi saunters into the living room.
âmegumi! come sit with me!â
the boyâs nose immediately wrinkles. âyou stink.â
his full-force pout returns. âi do not!â
âdo too.â
âdo notââ
âdo too,â megumi scoffs, plopping down next to you and resting his head against your arm.Â
âso youâre gonna let him snuggle with you but not me? iâm tired and sore andââ
âand sweaty,â you finish. âgo take a shower.âÂ
he glances down at the kid glued to your side, brows raised as he mouths, crush.Â
you roll your eyes, thinking it wise to not engage in any banter in front of megumi.Â
(but as your attention returns to the tv, what you donât see is megumiâs own little smirk, directed right at satoru.
like father, like son.)
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#keeping up with the fushigojos
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âđâËâšâĄ when a heated argument between rafe and bitchy!kook!reader leads to the cops knocking at their door when theyâre already.. âmaking upâ
warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, nothing about this is romantic, cheating accusations, arguing, lots of yelling, physical violence, angst, lots of throwing and breaking things, banter (?), making up, the cops show up, unprotected sex, rafe gets slapped and choked during sex too..
a/n: this has been in the vault for a while now lolll. huge thanks to my bb @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea <3
wc: 2.8k
âyouâre acting fucking crazy right now!â you walked through the front door, rafe following closely behind as you slipped your heels off. âiâm acting crazy?â you spun around, rafe eyeing the shoe in your hand. âi hear this bitch talking about how you and her fucked while we were on a break, and you expect me to be calm?â you scoffed, âdonât tell me iâm acting crazy when you havenât even tried to start explaining to me what the fuck sheâs talking about!â you threw your shoe just like rafe suspected you would.
missing him by a few inches, rafe lunged at you, grabbing the other heel out of your hand. âwhat the fuck did i tell you about throwing shit at me!â you rolled your eyes, shoving him away as you walked past him to the kitchen. âstart talking rafe.â your boyfriend pinched the bridge of his nose, his nostrils flaring as you took a water bottle out of the fridge. âsheâs obviously lying! why would i go have sex with someone when me and you were still fucking? blocked contacts and all?â you narrowed your eyes at his form.
âi swear to you, i donât even know who that girl is!â he walked around the kitchen island, a groan rumbling from his throat when you moved away. âthen why would she say that? why would she be talking to her friends about it in a pathetic little circle if it wasnât true?â you shot back. âhello?! so that we could argue exactly how weâre arguing right now. are you really gonna give her the satisfaction by doing what she wants you to do?â he slammed his fist down on the marble slab separating you two.
arching a brow, your gaze flickered to his phone in his pocket. âgive me it.â rafe scoffed. âgive you what?â he sneered, his heart dropping when you pointed to the cellular device tucked away in his pants. âdo you seriously wanna act stupid right now? i said give me your fucking phone.â rafe cursed under his breath, not even wanting to imagine what youâd do if you saw him hesitating. sliding the damned thing across the island, you picked it up and unlocked it. âif you take one step iâm shattering this shit.â
the first thing you did was go to his text messages, scrolling through every thread for any sign of whatever her name is. you didnât find anything after a few minutes of searching, ârecently deletedâ messages included. his social medias were next, a lot of them clean for the most part. you bit the inside of your cheek when you opened his photos. golfing selfies with topper, loads of offguards of you at your vanity, even more photos of you and him while you were out running errands.. amongst other things..
despite not finding anything, you noticed rafe still had this worried look on his face. biting your lip, you followed your gut feeling and opened his notes app. sure enough, there at the top was a phone number with the initial âsâ next to it. tapping the number, you put it on speaker before muting yourself. âwho the fuck is âsâ?â rafeâs eyes widened in realization. âdonât-â he stepped forward, making you raise a finger. the phone rung twice before a sultry voice picked up. âhey, handsome, i was waiting for you to call me..â
eyes flickering over to his, you smiled in disbelief. ârafe? hello?â you hung up, your heart beating in your ears as white hot anger blinded your vision. âi can explain that!â he knew to keep his distance from you, your fingers clutching his phone even tighter. âi donât want to hear shit. youâre a liar, rafe. you always have been.â now you were calm, and to rafe that was worse. what made you so angry wasnât the fact that he slept with someone else, but acting like you were the crazy one and flipping all of tonightâs arguments on you.
rafe still continued talking. âwe didnât have sex! i never even called her or anything! did you not hear her say she was waiting for me to call?!â you turned, your eyes burning into his skull. âitâs the principle! you still had this bitchâs phone number saved! thatâs the fucking problem, idiot!â without thinking, you chucked the phone across the room, shattering a picture frame of you and rafe. following the line of damage, rafeâs jaw clenched. he really liked that picture of you two. âweâre breaking each otherâs shit now? bet.â
you rolled your eyes as he stomped up the stairs, a bottle of perfume flying from the railing and into the wall where a hole now resided. âi could always buy a new one, asshole!â you taunted him, âwith your credit card, too!â the next thing that came hurling from upstairs was a glass jewelry box where you kept all the jewelry rafe specifically bought for you. that one did in fact hurt a little. you took a breath before he really took the cake with the next item, or items. as if moving in slow motion, you watched as rafe threw over various makeup products over the spiral staircase.
eyeshadow palettes, foundation bottles, tubes of lipgloss and concealer also amongst the mess, all came to a booming crash smack in the center of the foyer. there was glass absolutely everywhere. and you were barefoot, great. you stared at the space around you, tears pricking your eyes at the scene. you and rafe stood in silence, thinking about why this continuously keeps happening. you didnât care if he saw you crying, the sound of your sniffle making his demeanor change. âiâm sorry, baby.â
you shook your head, not wanting to hear anything. âno, youâre not.â your voice shook as you tiptoed to the couch, trying your best not to step on any glass. going inside your shared bedroom, rafe came back out with some shoes for you before making his way downstairs, the glass crunching underneath his feet. âplease, iâm begging you to just let me explain all of this.â he plopped down next to you, in which you moved over all the way to the other side. petty.
âme and topper were at the golf course, kickinâ it the way we always do when this bev cart girl came up to us,â you looked over at him, your teary eyes making his stomach churn, âshe was telling us that she had just started there and that she lived on the other side of the island and long story short she started flirting with me, okay?â he held his hands up defensively. âi told her that i have a girlfriend and i wasnât interested by a long shot.â he started, âshe got a little irritated and then topper, being the instigating asshole he is, invited her to the party tonightââ you cut him off.
âthat still doesnât explain why her number was in your phone, and why she was talking about you being the âbest fuck of her lifeâ while i was sitting right there.â rafe rested his head in his hands for a moment. âcan i finish?â you waved him off as you settled back in your corner. âthings got awkward so i gave topper my phone before going inside and getting a drink. when i came back out, she had winked at me all weird and topper showed me that he had saved her number in my notes for me to send to him later because his phone was dead. thatâs it, i swear.â
you didnât say anything, a part of you hating yourself for wanting to believe him. âexplain to me why she was talking crazy with her friends then.â rafe tapped the side of his head, âbecause she obviously knew it was you that iâm with!â he shouted, making you glare in his direction. âhow would she know me?â you crossed your arms. ây/n.. besides the fact that we were all over each other, who the fuck doesnât know you?â rafe asked incredulously. fair point. âis that all?â you looked up at him as he scooted closer.
âno.â his tone switched to that gentle lilt, your breathing slowing when he took your hand in his. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you pulled away from him. âwell make it good, because iâm on the verge of leaving your ass.â rafe scoffed. âyou said that last time..â he shot back, âand the time before that..â you shot him a glare. âand who broke in when i changed the locks?â you reminded him of the time you woke up to a busted door in the middle of the night. âyou got me.â he shrugged, in which you looked away.
âwhatever.â you felt exhausted, all of tonightâs activities were starting to catch up to you. who knew overthinking, arguing on the way home, breaking stuff, and yelling and crying could make someone so tired? ânoâ i mean like, you got me.â rafe closed the space between you two, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you still avoided his gaze. âhey,â he thumbed your chin, âthere has never been, and never will be, another girl. iâll die on that hill.â your eyelids fluttered when you felt his fingers creep up on your thigh.
âi know you could see right through me, does it look like iâm lying?â the expression on his face was clear as day. he was telling the truth. you let out a shaky breath, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you on top of his lap. âoh, baby, we have to do better.â he squeezed you tight, inhaling your scent as his palms ran up and down your back. you sniffled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. âiâm sorry for breaking your phone.â rafe shushed you, eyeing the broken device in the corner.
âdonât be. iâm the one who broke like half of your shit.â you didnât even care, mostly because you knew rafe was going to replace everything anyways. you pulled back, cupping his face in your hands. âi love you.â you whispered, those three words making rafeâs heart clench. giving you a small smile, rafe replied with a âi love you too,â followed by âgive me some sugar..â of course, you leaned in, rafeâs lips meeting yours halfway as he groaned at the taste of your lipgloss on his tongue. this was just how things went, you two have been here plenty of times before.
his hands snaked down to the globes of your ass, hiking your dress up as he kneaded your flesh between his fingers. your kisses became more feverish, a muffled moan sounding from you when rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth. he dragged your hips against his clothed erection, both of you hissing at the much needed friction. âhow bad do you want it?â rafe panted, nipping the skin of your neck. you almost laughed at his words. âhow bad do i want it?â you repeated, âhow bad do you want to take it from me?â rafe groaned when you wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing his head back against the couch.
he shouldâve known taking the reigns wasnât going to be that easy. with one of your hands restricing his intake of air, he blinked up at the ceiling, his eyes fluttering shut as you pressed kisses to his chest. you were so sexy like this, he let you grind against him until he couldnât stand to not be inside of you for another second. you let rafe remove your grip on his neck, a small gasp leaving your lips as he took both of your hands and tucked them behind your back. your head was resting on his shoulder as he pulled himself out of his pants, his fingers moving your underwears to the side before forcing you to sink down onto his length.
you were so slick and ready for him, rafe couldnât refrain from cursing in your ear. âyouâve been soaked this whole time, huh? fighting turns you on, is that it?â you met his eyes. âmhmm,â you leaned down, âyou make me so wet when youâre mad..â rafe grunted, landing a harsh smack to your ass. he knew that already, but hearing you say that while heâs both angry and sexually frustrated just ticked him off even more.
soon, you were the one bouncing on top of him, making him watch in awe as his cock disappeared inside of your greedy cunt. wanting to watch you unravel, he started stroking your clit, making you double over. âyou wanna cum? you have to earn that shit.â without a word, you reached up, slapping him across the cheek. the action made him twitch inside of you. âyou only cum if i get to.â you kissed him roughly, biting his bottom lip as you pulled away. you were so serious too.
rubbing your clit in harder circles, you nearly screamed when the tip of his cock began pressing that sweet spot inside of you. âfuckââ your thighs began trembling, your orgasm just right there in arms reach when there was a loud bang at the front door. both of you jumped, the fire in your loins melting away into nothing as both of you froze. âwhat the fuck?â rafe held onto you tighter before the banging continued. âwho the fuck is that?â you got up, pulling off of him with a hiss. âouter banks sheriff deputies, open up!â you and rafe looked at each other with wide eyes.
rafe cursed under his breath, adjusting your dress and his pants before stepping in front of you to answer the door. âcan i help you?â he peeked out, two other cops standing at his side. âare you the owner of this home?â rafe squeezed your hand, responding to the officer with a âyes, sir.â opening the door a little more, the cop continued to explain why him and his team were there. âwe received a few calls reporting a domestic dispute at this address, âsaid that they heard yelling and a lot of ruckus.â you shut your eyes for a moment. you shouldâve assumed the whole island was able to hear you and rafe going at each otherâs throats.
âuh, no sir, nothing domestic going on around here.â rafe joked. no one laughed. âno? so the four separate calls we received were all lying?â four separate calls? damn, people couldnât mind their business around here. âwell, uh.. yes, me and my girlfriend had a little disagreement but weâre okay nowââ immediately, the sheriff demanded to see some kind of identification. taking his id out of the wallet in his pocket, rafe cooperated as the older man had him confirm his information. âso you said you and the woman are âgoodâ now?â officer shoupe, as rafe had learned, asked with concern.
âyes, sir, sheâs right here.â before you could protest, rafe dragged you to the front, an awkward smile adorning your lips as you were pretty sure they could see the smudged lipgloss all over your mouth. âhello, sweetheart. can you confirm that you are safe and in not any immediate danger with this man?â you looked back at rafe, having never been questioned by the police before. âyes, iâm safe,â you answered, âwe just had a little fight, but weâre making up now..â one of the female officers cleared her throat awkwardly.
âi see..â shoupe nodded, gaze flickering back at rafe. âwell i guess weâll leave you two alone then. next time, can you please keep your volume low? you two had some people pretty spooked there.â you mumbled a âyes, sir.â before rafe pulled you back inside and shut the door. it was silent for a moment, both of you seemingly looking around at the aftermath of everything. âi canât believe people called the cops..â you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. rafe watched with a confused expression as you started sweeping up glass.
âso, uhâ we arenât going to pick up where we left off?â you looked up at him with a look that said âseriously?â. âno. how about we âpick up where we left offâ after you help me clean all of this up, and replace everything you destroyed?â rafe groaned. he could always count on you to leave him with blue balls. deciding to help you, it wasnât long before everything was cleaned up, no sign of any earlier events except for the new hole in the wall. after you two showered and settled in bed, rafe held you flush against his chest while he kissed up your back,
âare you sure you donât want to finish?â rafe sounded pained, like he needed to be inside of you immediately. turning around in his embrace, you pecked his lips before swinging a leg over his hips. âmake it fast.â you pretended like you didnât want the same thing, a smile gracing your lips when you heard rafe mutter a âthank god.â before slipping off of your nightgown.
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that youâve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Erenâs ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music heâs blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
âCome on, Eren. Itâs just one night!â
âAnd what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly âbreak upâ?â Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
âI just canât face him alone,â you sigh, âitâs only been four months and Sasha told me heâs hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I havenât even had a drunken makeout at the bar.â
âSo? Just because Jeanâs been whoring around doesnât mean you have anything to prove.â Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
âYouâre my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.â
âWho would even believe us? Itâs not like itâs a huge party- we know everyone going.â
You cock an eyebrow. âHow many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connieâs been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other dayââ
âFine!â
âFine?â
âFine. Iâll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,â Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, âIâm going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.â
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your âdateâ. Heâs in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she wonât consider you to have downgraded, thatâs for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Erenâs typical attire âjust to be cuteâ. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but youâve already gotten everything lined up, and itâs too late for regret.
Itâs far too late for hindsight, too; youâre already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if youâre my fake girlfriend, youâre getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Arminâs quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friendsâ cars. Itâs Connieâs birthday, but Armin always hosts. Itâs an unspoken rule at this point; you arenât sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic heâs had since high school. âYou ready?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. âOw!â
âI open the door, remember?â Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.âIsnât this a bit much?â
âYou think Iâm going to be caught dead letting my âgirlfriendâ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.â
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. âFine.â
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than youâre willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Erenâs fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. âWe better pull this off.â
âItâll be fine, just follow my lead.â Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Arminâs bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
âHiâŚguys?â Arminâs friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Arminâs wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Arminâs intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
âSup, âmin?â Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Arminâs shoulder.
âCome on in.â Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesnât outright ask why Erenâs holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connieâs favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Arminâs recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Arminâs bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that thereâs only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
âMy two favorite lovebirds!â Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sashaâs impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand thatâs closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. âYou guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?â
âLaying it on a little thick, Sash,â you whisper into Sashaâs ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
âWhat?â Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. âHow long has that been a thing?â
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explainâ
âJust a few weeks.â The still-strange weight of Erenâs arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Erenâs quite the actor.
âYeah,â you jump in, grateful for Erenâs lead, âwe just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, thatâs all.â
âSasha knew.â Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
âItâs about time.â Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. âGood for you guys.â
You canât help yourself, finally meeting Jeanâs eyes. Heâs openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
âThanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,â Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; youâve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jeanâs comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
âNot your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.â You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. Itâs been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
âAnyway,â Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, âwhat bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.â
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the eveningâs next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter whoâs around.
âI need a drink,â you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
âDo you mind getting me one, babe? Donât want to lose our seat.â Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jeanâs eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years youâve been friends with him, itâs never been lost on you that Erenâs attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like youâre seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jawâs grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and heâs your best friend and now fake boyfriendâ you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
âWant me to make you one?â Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. âConnie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you canât taste any of it!â
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. Youâve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sashaâs offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. âUmâŚno, thatâs okay Sash. Iâll probably just stick to beer.â
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. âBoring!â
Predictably, Sasha pouts. âOkay, but weâre definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?â
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who canât pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
âFine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and Iâll meet you in there.â
âUgh, couples,â Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. Youâve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you canât blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Dazeâs between Reiner and Bertholdtâs domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Erenâs behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
âHowâs it going?â Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
âI mean, it seems like everyoneâs buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.â
âWhat were you expecting? Heâs always thought Eren had a thing for you.â
âEveryone thinks Eren has a thing for me,â you roll your eyes, âat least itâs working in my favor now.â
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. âIf you donât think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.â
âSashaââ
âI mean, even if you hadnât told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That itâs just natural for you two toââ Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. âJust makes ya think.â
âSasha!â Connie calls from the living room. âLetâs do Eye of the Tiger first!â
âWoo!â Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sashaâs observations. The truly irritating thing is that sheâs entirely right. Not only do Erenâs little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feelsâŚnice. Itâs as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connieâs amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jeanâs angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annieâs nodding along with whatever Erenâs saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you arenât exempt from.
Youâd met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldnât stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charmingâ to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series youâd been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
âMissed you,â he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
âYou too,â you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Erenâs eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, itâs impossible to discern if itâs part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldnât help but wonder how theyâd feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on yourâ
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but heâs still Eren.
âTheyâre practically in sync already.â Hitch, Marcoâs girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
âItâs a little freaky,â Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. Thatâs enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyoneâs just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
âIâll go talk to him,â Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
âEren, I donât know if you should-â
âItâs fine,â Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasaâs eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Erenâs walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are âtalkingâ. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
âAre you alright?â The question comes from Armin, whoâs placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. âIâm sorry that Jean isnât taking the news well.â
âThereâs no news,â Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Arminâs eyebrows. âTheyâre-â
âFaking,â she interrupts Armin, âthey arenât dating.â
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. âHowâd you know?â
âOne of you would have told me,â she shrugs, âor at least Iâd like to think you would.â
âItâs justâŚI couldnât bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.â You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. Itâs your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
âWhy would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,â Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, âI- I donât mean youâre silly, just, you shouldnât-â
âYou know.â Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Arminâs cabinets, forearm tight against the other manâs neck. Jeanâs still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Erenâs eyes.
âNeed to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschsteinââ
âEren!â Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. âLet him go!â
âDo you want to tell her what you said, or should I?â Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jeanâs eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Erenâs face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jeanâs cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reinerâs shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
âItâs my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!â Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
âJaeger- back off!â Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, whoâs struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
âMaybe we should leave,â he suggests awkwardly, âtake the party elsewhere.â
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
âWe are,â he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
âEren, waitââ you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but itâs fruitless. Erenâs strong, stronger than you, and you donât stand a chance stopping him now that his mindâs made up.
He doesnât drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; itâs more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isnât taking you to your house, but to his. What heâs thinking, you canât be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just canât wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like thatâ Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Erenâs faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
âThe fucking child lock button?â You leap out of your seat once heâs opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. âIs that what I am, Eren, a child?â
âCome inside.â Erenâs voice is low, dangerous. Youâre too angry to indulge his temper.
âNo,â you snap, âIâm going home.â
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. âCome inside.â
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you arenât sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
âCome inside, please,â Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide youâll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least itâll catch him off guard, and youâll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Erenâs house smells like him or Eren smells like his house youâve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily itâs a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. Youâre more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
âWhat the hell was that, Eren?â
He doesnât answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
âAnswer me!â Your voice rattles the cabinets. âYeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connieâs birthdayââ
âYou didnât hear what he said,â Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
âWhat could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had toââ
âIt was about you.â Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. âYouâ what did he say?â
âTold me if I wanted to taste your âslutty pussyâ so bad, I could just smell his breath. Sâwhy he spit in my face.â Erenâs fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. âHeâŚhe said that?â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been fucking him?â Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play dumb,â Eren snaps, âthis whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?â
âI havenât been fucking him,â you hiss, âhe lied because he was jealous. And youâre not some toy, youâreâ youâre my best friend. I needed you.â
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years youâve known him, heâs never looked at you like this before, not once. âSay it again.â
âYouâre myââ
âThe other thing.â
âI needed you.â
âAgain.â
âI neededâ fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?â
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. Heâs forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. âSay it one more time.â
âIâŚneeded you,â you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologneâ when did he start wearing cologne?â musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
âI like the way you say that,â his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. âThat you need me.â
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
âDo you still?â
âStill?â
âNeed me.â
You blink, eyes still watery. âHow?â
âYouâre a smart girl,â Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, âyou know. Youâve always known.â
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
âI still need you. Now.â
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Heâs kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. Itâs all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
âThis shirt is ridiculous,â Eren pants into your mouth, âwish I wasnât about to rip it off of you.â
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Erenâs chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; heâs big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. âIâm going to take you to my room. If thatâs not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.â
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. âI want it- want you.â
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. Itâs difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
âCareful, Erenâ youâll leave marks,â you gasp, pulling at his hair.
âGood,â Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, âyou wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didnât you? Let them see.âÂ
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, âwhat you do to me. How long Iâve wanted you.â
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Erenâs confession and the way youâre clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.Â
âRememberâŚâ Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, âremember college? When youâd wear those slutty little dresses out?â
âI remember,â you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
âUsed to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,â Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, âcould practically see it in those short ass dresses. Iâd cum thinking about how youâd sound when I stuck my tongue in it.â
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Erenâs pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes heâs making across your clit are making you dizzy.
âFuckâŚâ Eren trails off, eyes wide, âgot such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.â
âEren, please,â youâve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
âIâve got you,â he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. âSo fucking sweet. Knew you would be.â
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Erenâs no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; heâs teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you donât even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. âYou need something?â
âStop fucking with me,â you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
âYou want me to stop fucking with you?â
âPlease, Eren, I need youââ
âThatâs all you had to say.â
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like heâs trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds youâve ever heard slipping from your mouth. Heâs so good, better than youâve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it canât get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
âMy girl likes being full, doesnât she?â He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
âM-more,â you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
âWhat was that?â You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
âI needâ fuckâ I need more.â
âMagic word?â
âPlease, Eren, fuck!â
âGood, good girl,â he coos, pushing another finger into you, âso sweet and needy for me, yeah?â
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
âW-what are youâ oh,â you hate yourself for it, but you canât even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; itâs just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but itâs more intense, wetter than youâve ever felt it.Â
âClose?â
âMhm,â you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where youâre pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. âBut it- it feels weirdâŚI, I canâtââ
âSh,â he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, âyou can do it, just for me, I know you can. Itâs going to feel so good, youâll see.â
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need toâ
âCum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.â
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Erenâs face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You canât even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
âYou have the messiest little cunt,â Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, âknew you were a squirter.â
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.Â
âIâIâve neverâŚâ you take a shaky breath in between every word, ânever done that before.â
Pride illuminates his face. âReally? I knew you could do itâ just for me, right?â
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. âYour cock, Iâ I want it in my mouth. Please let me.â
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. âNext time. Iâd never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.â
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. Heâs big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldnât touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. âChrist,â he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
âPlease, Eren- oh!â You jump; Erenâs circling your asshole, using the mess youâve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. âErenâŚâ
âYouâd let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,â he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. âMaybe next time, then.â
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
âOh, baby,â Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, ânever gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.â
âEren, itâs soâ oh my god,â you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
âFuck,â he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, âyou feel so fucking good. Best Iâve ever had.â
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; youâre just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yoursâ you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
âNever giving this pussy up,â Eren grunts above you, ânever letting you give this to anybody else again. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. Heâs picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that itâs Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
âSay itâs mine,â his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. âGod, you look fucking incredible. Say it.â
âMyâŚmy pussy is,â you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, âyours. Itâs yours.â
âThatâs my girl,â Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, âmy pussy, my girl. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. Itâs toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, heâs studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. Thereâs a moment happening here, an important one, one you donât have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
âI want to see you now,â Eren says quietly, âneed to see your pretty face when I cum, mâkay?â
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Erenâs pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Erenâs eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. Itâs a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
âYour other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?â
âHeâs not my-â
âBetter not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,â Erenâs voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. âHeâs not. Never again.â
Erenâs grin grows darker. Heâs nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Heâs pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
âSuch a good girl,â he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, âsuch a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.â
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. Youâre addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
âIâŚâ you arenât sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. âYou feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.â
âGod, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, donât you?â Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. âLove how I fuck you like a whore, donât you? Tell me, baby.â
âI love it,â your voice is quivering, and youâre vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. Youâre overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
âMy pretty baby, youâre so fucking perfect,â Eren rambles, âso pretty when you cry for me.â
You canât break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Erenâs letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
âGonna cum soon,â he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, âgonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?â
âOkay,â you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
âFuck, you like that donât you?â He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. âYou want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?â
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. âIâ I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.â
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know itâs a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
Itâs Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. Heâs incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
âHoly shit,â Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, youâre overcome with the urge to smack him.
âThatâs one way of putting it.â You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadnât just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. âI should probably call Jean back.â
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. âWhy?â
âMaybe he wants to apologize.â
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you arenât sure where heâs taking you, but all the fightâs been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. âWho fucking cares?â
âI might,â you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize heâs carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldnât begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
âYou donât need him,â he says, solemn as youâve ever seen him, âand from what I saw tonight, you donât even want him. You know that now, right?â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
âI justââ
âI meant it, you know,â Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, âIâve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.â
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. âReally?â
âWe donât need to get into it now,â he shrugs, âbut you know that. You know Iâd do anything for you. You know Iâd treat you well. âM not a bad guy.â
Your chest aches. âI know, but Erenââ
âSo that wasnât the best sex youâve ever had in your life?â He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
âYou might have me there.â
âBetter than horseface?â
âWatch it.â
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. âWe wonât talk about it, for now at least. Iâll get us cleaned up, and we can go watchââ
âMamma Mia,â you blurt, hopeful.
âNo fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.â
âEren!â You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. âThatâs not a no.â
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One Domesticated Man : ĚĚâ Lando Norris
summary: lando tries his best to prove to you that he can be a domesticated guy
âIf I find one more of your dirty pairs of pants lying around Iâm going to swing for you Lando Norris!âÂ
A mischievous grin appeared on Landoâs face as he heard you shout through the house, watching as you walked into the bedroom to where he was.Â
He was busying himself, placing the washing that you had done for him back into his wardrobe, sorting through what he needed to pack with him as he prepared to head off again for the next rest on the calendar.Â
âI just forget to pick them up sometimes,â he innocently smiled, âthereâs so many other things on my mind, my pants are the least of my concerns.âÂ
Your eyes rolled as you threw the pants into the washing basket before watching him. His brows were knitted together as Lando tried his best to fold one of his shirts. You watched for a while before snatching the shirt out of his hands, showing him how it was done. Â
âIâm learning,â Lando defended as you threw the top into the drawer of his wardrobe. âNo oneâs ever really shown me how to do all of this stuff, Iâve just had to learn how to do it all on my own.âÂ
âLando, you barely do anything,â you sighed, sending him a knowing glance. âWhen was the last time that you hoovered? Or took the rubbish out for bin collection day?âÂ
There was a brief pause as Lando let what you said sink in, realising for himself how little he did around the house, watching as you usually darted around and got everything sorted out for the both of you.Â
âRemember when I washed up the other day?âÂ
âWhat? In cold water, of course I remember.âÂ
Whilst Lando laughed, your eyes rolled, finding yourself often having to go back and fix things once heâd done them. Lando was far from the most domesticated man in the world, relying on others to get him by with how little time he actually spent at home.Â
You folded the last of Landoâs bits before leaving him to it, walking downstairs and into the kitchen as you started to get yourself sorted for preparing dinner.Â
Soon enough footsteps followed behind you as Lando joined you in the kitchen, sitting up on the worktop. You could tell straight away that he was bored, following you around like a shadow.Â
âHow can I help you?â Lando asked as he watched you open up the fridge. âYou always sort dinner out, so I want to be able to help you out tonight.âÂ
Your eyes flickered around to look back at Lando, âis this because of what I said upstairs? Itâs alright Lando, go and do something if you want, I really donât mind.âÂ
âNo, I want to help and do something around here.âÂ
Your head nodded, opening up the cutlery drawer and taking out a knife, placing it down on the chopping board, tapping it for Lando to move across to.Â
âYou can be trusted with this, canât you?â You teased, pointing at the knife. âIâm not going to end up having to drive you to hospital, right?âÂ
âIâm not completely incompetent babe.âÂ
You took the vegetables and showed Lando how you wanted them cut, making sure that your instructions were clear, making it impossible for Lando to go wrong. He listened intently to what you had to say, determined to prove to you, and himself, that he could help.Â
There were a few nerves as Lando got started, his eyes full of concentration as he chopped things up. He didnât want to put a foot wrong, it was a simple job, but for some reason Lando felt the pressure.Â
âMaybe once weâve eaten tonight, we could look at building your new desk for your office,â Lando suggested as he stopped for a moment, noticing you freeze beside him.Â
âWashing, cooking, building, are you sure that youâre going to cope?âÂ
Landoâs head nodded, an excited smile on his face, full of encouragement. âI promised you weeks ago Iâd build it and I havenât, itâs unfair to leave you waiting around for it any longer.âÂ
âDo we have the equipment to build it though?âÂ
Lando gasped, his head nodding back at you, with his toolbox hidden around somewhere. He wasnât quite sure when he last used it, but he knew with a bit of a search around heâd locate it. It was an old one, one that his dad gave to him for times like this, one that Lando had very rarely used.Â
He could still feel your eyes watching him, doubtful as to how things would go, knowing that construction anything more than Lego was a tricky job for Lando.Â
âI can do it,â he assured you, his voice a lot more insistent. âAnd if I get stuck then I know where you are so you can come and help me.âÂ
There was a confidence in Landoâs voice that had you trusting him, having done most things yourself, you werenât going to deprive him of his chance to be a little more domesticated.Â
âIf you want to help out, Iâve got a long list of things that need doing around the house,â you smiled, walking over and snaking your arms around his waist. âI could keep you entertained for weeks with all these jobs.âÂ
âYouâre right though, I should be doing more to help you,â Lando whispered.Â
âYouâre busy Lando, when you come home itâs important that you rest,â you replied, resting your head against his back. âIâm not expecting anything from you.âÂ
You didnât expect, but Lando did of himself. Heâd never thought about how much he contributed around the house, but now that you passed a comment, even just a joke, it definitely had Land thinking.Â
âYouâre busy too, just because youâre not flying around the world to do it. Weâre a team, therefore this house needs to be taken care of by two people,â Lando assured you.Â
âIf you want to do more, then I guess I wouldnât mind.âÂ
Lando nodded as he finished up the job that you had given him, with your body still pressed up against his. He wanted to learn and do more, hoping one day to teach his own child how to do all of the jobs that his dad had taught him to do.Â
I really do, more than anything.âÂ
You could see just how sincere Landoâs eyes were, how serious he was. The thought of you continuing to run around after him was one that made him feel so uneasy.Â
âWhy donât we have dinner and then we can build the desk together?â You proposed, âthat way you can help out, and we can have fun doing it together.âÂ
âIâd like that, a lot,â Lando whispered, âI want to be more domesticated, like those men you see in all the movies, the ones who can just figure everything out, can take on a job no matter how big or small.âÂ
âYou want to be a hero?â You teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âWhat am I supposed to do though if youâre doing all of these jobs for me now.âÂ
âYou can just sit and relax,â Lando instructed, âthatâs the least that you deserve anyway, I donât want you to do anything other than that.âÂ
âI can just sit and tell you when you miss a bit,â you laughed, âor when youâre not doing a good enough job.âÂ
âThatâs the least that Iâd deserve, right?âÂ
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Donât Mess with My Girl
Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You come home from work and you make the mistake of telling Bucky that a guy has been harassing you at work.
Warning: harassment from a male coworker
A/N: the snippets of Bucky in the Thunderbolts trailer have ignited my love for him again omfg.
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Bucky's already home when you arrive from work. You let out an exhausted sigh as you place your things on the kitchen island and kiss Bucky's cheek, "Hi, lovey."
He hums and looks at your slumped figure, "What's wrong?" he asks with furrowed brows, concern written all over his face.
"Just a rough day at work," you reply, opening up the dishwasher to grab a cup and snort as you see Bucky's metal prosthetic resting inside.
You turn back to him, "Explain," you say pointing at his arm.
He gives a sheepish grin and shrugs, "Today was a bit messy, is all." You chuckle and roll your eyes. You grab a cup from the top rack of the dishwasher and grab Bucky's arm, laying it on the counter.
"What happened today?" you ask as you fill your cup with water from the fridge.
Bucky shakes his head, "Nope. I asked you a question first," he walks over to you and cups your face with his right hand, "What's made my girl all upset?"
You groan, "A new hire, Noah. He's very...persistent."
"Persistent how?"
You shrug, "He just keeps asking me out, getting a little too close-"
"Fire him," Bucky immediately says.
You groan, "But he's a good employee!"
"Doesn't matter if he keeps harassing you."
"I wouldn't say he's harassing me..."
Bucky cocks a brow and places his hand on his hip in a very intimidating manner, "Does he get aggressive when you reject him?"
"...yes."
"Is he constantly berating you and not taking no for an answer?"
"...yeah."
"Does he scare you?"
"A little bit."
"Baby, that's harassment," he says as he walks over to his metal arm, placing it onto the notch and locking it in. He looks down and flexes his arm, "I can take care of him for you, easily. The fellas and I can grab him and-"
You immediately wave your hands and shake your head, "No, no, no. No! Don't hurt him! I'll-I'll handle it. I'll talk to Joan and let her know what's been going on."
"Good and if that doesn't stop him then, I'll pay him a visit," you give him a playful shove and he chuckles, "What? No one messes with my girl and gets away with it!"
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As soon as you got into the bookshop the next day, you immediately tell Joan of Noah's behavior. When he comes in, Joan pulled him aside to talk to him. You thought that everything would be good after that...but you were wrong.
When you were in the back, putting books away, Noah corners you, "Did you really have to tell Joan our business?"
You can't help but scoff at his audacity, "Well you wouldn't stop asking me out after I said no and reminding you that I have a boyfriend."
It's Noah's turn to scoff, "Oh yeah, your boyfriend," he says with air quotes, "You say you have one but you don't have him as your lockscreen and you haven't showed any pictures of him."
"He's a private person, but that's not the point! I told you 'no'! You should've stopped after that."
Noah rolls his eyes, "Oh just because someone says 'no', doesn't mean they mean it! Means they want you to try harder."
"Actually, it just means 'no' and you fuck off," a deep voice cuts in-between the confrontation between you and Noah.
Both of you turn to see Bucky standing there with a hard glare on his face.
You gulp, "Bucky, what're you doing here?"
He holds up your lunch bag, "You forgot your lunch at home," he holds it out and you rush over to him, grabbing the bag and remaining at his side.
Noah looks at Bucky with wide eyes and then at you. His face loses color as he realizes, "W-Wait, you-you're dating the White Wolf of Brooklyn?"
Bucky smirks at his nickname, "Yeah, she is. And my girl told me you wouldn't leave her alone. Sounds like even with your job on the line, you still don't seem to get the hint." He slips off his blazer, handing it off to Steve. He then starts rolling up the sleeve of his metal arm, the dim lighting of the book shop reflecting off its metal plates.
"I can definitely figure out a way to get the message through to you."
Noah stutters out a response, "N-No. Th-That's not necessary, s-sir. I-I won't bother, Y/N again, I promise."
Bucky hums, "If I see or hear you harassing my girl or anyone else, I'll make sure your body will never be found again. Scum like you don't deserve second chances, but I'm feeling a little gracious today."
Noah nods, "Thank you. I-I won't behave like that ever again."
"Good. Now apologize to Y/N," he nods to you.
Noah gulps and stutters out an apology. You simply reply with a nod and Noah scurries away.
You let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding. You look at Bucky, "Thanks."
He shrugs, "Anyone gives you a problem, they have to go through me," he mumbles pecking your lips.
"Y/N, do you know why Noah suddenly qui-ah," Joan turns the corner to see you and Bucky. The older woman puts her hands on her hips and gives Bucky a scolding look, "Barnes, what did you do?"
Bucky shrugs, "Just gave him a warning, ma'am. He shouldn't have been treatin' my girl like that!"
"Very true, but you know I don't condone violence in my shop."
He holds his hands up, "No violence happened, ma'am. Just a little threatenin'." Joan looks to you for confirmation and you nod.
She sighs, "Very well. Guess I need to look for another employee again."
An idea came to mind, "Actually, I know someone!"
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"Seriously, Y/N, I owe you one for this!" the young brunette exclaims as he follows you with a box of books in his arms.
You chuckle, "It's no problem, Peter. Besides, we both get something out of this. You're doing a much safer job like your Aunt May and Tony wanted and you get to keep an eye on me for Bucky. It's a win-win situation."
The bell above the shop's door rings and Peter immediately places the box of books down, "I got it!" he rushes to the front, "Hi, welcome to-oh! Y/N!" Peter's voice echoes through the store.
You shelf a book and head to the front, "Yeah?" you break out into a smile as you see Bucky there.
"Hey!" you approach him, giving a little wave to Steve, who stands behind him. Steve waves back, but says nothing else. You wrap your arms around Bucky and peck his lips, "What's up?"
"Had a meeting at Wanda's shop, brought some pastries for you, Joan, and the kid," he hands over the maroon pastry box with Wanda's logo on it.
"Yay! Here, Peter," you hand it off to the young man and he jaw drops, "Oh, sweet! Thanks, Mr. Barnes!" and he heads into the back to share the pastries with Joan.
Bucky places his hands on your waist, "How's he doin'?"
You chuckle, "Fine. He's very enthusiastic and a hard worker. Plus, he doesn't hit on me because he's in love with MJ."
Bucky's brows shoot up in surprise, "Jones' kid? Pft. Good luck, Parker."
You giggle and then back away, "Alright, big mob boss, I need to get back to work."
"Fine. But seriously though, you feel better? Safer?"
You nod, "I do. Thank you," you kiss his cheek and he softens, "Like I said, no one messes with my girl," he gives you a wink and wave as he exits the book shop.
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omg you mind holy wow i love your brain i would never come to lobotomize you omgomg by god i need more bartender!simon you recently mention, maybe abt how they interact and develop? idk i really dont care what exactly you write, i js need any words from you abt bartender!simon
Hmmmmmm I have some headcannons!
You show up for work thirty minutes early because you're NOT risking losing this job.
Simon sometimes lets you bang on the back door for a few minutes, yelling for someone to let you in, until Soap gets tired of hearing it and opens the door. Simon finds it funny.
You think Simon is the owner of the pub until Price comes in one day with cash for your tip payout. You screamed as soon as you saw him walk in through the backdoor, thinking you were being robbed.
Simon barely managed to swing into the kitchen and grab you around the waist before you pummeled Price with an empty beer keg.
Price later told Simon he thought you were a perfect addition to the team.
You do your tips at the end of the bar every night as Simon polishes the glasses across from you. Lets you have one drink on the house.
First floor is the restaraunt/pub, second floor is the pantry/walk-in fridge/office where Price does money work, third floor is the studio apartment where Simon lives (Price discounted it for him).
When it's slow, you and Simon and Johnny all take a smoke break in the alley out back - you don't smoke, but you talk to them while they share a cig, complaining about customers together.
You bring it up to Simon that you've noticed how Johnny always comes to the front of house when Kyle brings the new kegs in, "Simon, need ya to check somethin' - ah, hey, Garrick!"
Simon scoffs at your revelation. "Jus' now seein' that?"
You live ten blocks away from the pub and ride your bike to work. Simon let's you stuff it in the alley for safekeeping.
If you're feeling especially sporty, you pop in your earbuds and take your skateboard. Simon nearly had the breath sucked from his soul when he saw you zipping by the window the first time.
You mop front of house because Simon hates it. Simon restocks the to go boxes because you can't reach the top shelf where the overflow sits.
You tried to pour a lager once when Simon was busier than usual. After watching you attempt it, he banned you from doing it ever again.
You enter Pino grigio in the POS as "peeno greeshio" and Simon hates it, but you love the way Soap cackles from the kitchen when he sees it.
Kyle sometimes sticks around to help you drag the new beer kegs up the stairs, and he shows you how to connect them to the taps.
You're constantly begging Price to set up a Karaoke machine in the corner of the bar. He says when you can afford it, you can buy it.
You broke the soda gun once; you and Soap were frantically filling container after container with tonic water while Simon was on his back under the bar, cursing and trying to turn the water off.
Monday mornings are deep-clean days, and everyone has to participate. You're all wearing sweats and bleach-stained shirts, pulling out the stove, sweeping behind the kegs, dragging the mats into the alley to clean them, emptying the fridge and scrubbing the entire thing.
Simon doesn't like to think too much about how hot you look in your sweatpants, ratty t shirt, and sweaty, flushed skin when you're exerting yourself.
You're constantly thinking about how those sweatpants hug his hips, those muscles in his arms flexing, and the grunts he makes when he's shoving the stove back into its place.
Simon gives you full permission to return any nasty attitude the customers dish at you.
After you go home for the night, Simon often finds himself lying on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other hand on his chest, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day - and they're all centered around you
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Your Roommate Sukuna
âThat Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brotherâ
Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader
Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukunaâs living situation!!
Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who youâre really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukunaâs POV
Word Count: 1.80k
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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.
His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didnât, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, youâll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Chosoâs place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something heâs been meticulously planning all week.
Could he have just, I donât know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, thatâs fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.
I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely werenât covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so itâs a no brainer that youâll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckinâ joke, youâll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.
Itâs perfect.
Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he canât beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.
âI was gonna try and beat her without summons but sheâs kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?â
âOne.â
âUgh!â Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, âSheâs so impossible!â
Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.
âHoly shit, thereâs two of you?â
Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?
Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, âThree, but the emo one couldnât make it.â
Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, âHi! Iâm the normal one!â
You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, âI think Iâm gonna faint.â
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Sukuna is⌠a fucking idiot.
He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god itâs like heâs trying to get on Sukunaâs nerves.
Granted, itâs not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake thatâs his twin brother! Shouldnât he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?
That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, youâre looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like itâs fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why donât you ever smile like that for him? Heâs funny!
Iâm never letting him in the apartment again.
The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didnât really think this far ahead, heâs got you next to him at the movies but⌠what now? Heâs mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now heâs realizing that he doesnât even know what his own intentions are.
Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be⌠romantic with you?
God, what has he become? Heâs supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and heâs not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.
Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as heâs deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. Heâs so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.
Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house wouldâve been better at this point.
A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.
âUgh,â This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, âWatch it, brat.â
Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukunaâs cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?
âOoh, bullseye.â He can feel your breath fanning on his face, youâre so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldnât be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.
Fuck. I think I scared them.
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From what youâve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? Youâve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes canât help but wander to Sukunaâs profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-
Ah dammit, Iâm doing it again.
Youâre so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. Heâs so unpredictable, and youâve been so distracted by him all evening that youâve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.
Heâs been so grumpy the entire evening, youâve been feeling like heâs⌠disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldnât come? Is he mad that you took the emo oneâs place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuujiâs idea for you to tag along, so itâs safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?
But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like heâs searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.
Is there something on my face?
Youâre ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukunaâs lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.
You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.
âYou ready to get out of here yet?â
Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.
âNo.â You snap back defensively.
Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But youâre in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. Youâre bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.
His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didnât know better youâd almost think he was⌠trying to play footsies with you? Youâre not really sure what heâs trying to do, all you know is that heâs still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.
Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him âYouâre hogging up all the space.â
He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, âTragic. Use the other one.â
You nudge his forearm with your elbow, âJust move your arm.â
He lets out a quiet âTchâ and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, âThis better, brat?â
You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels⌠kinda comforting, you canât help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.
You donât dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him thereâs a chance youâd catch the way heâs gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.
He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.
A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukunaâs POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes youâre in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight
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Mornings at UA w/ Katsuki Bakugo
It was a normal morning at the UA dorms, which means Katsuki Bakugo was up before everyone else due to falling asleep at 8 pm last night. It just so happened that you were up too, not being able to go back to sleep after waking up in a puddle of sweat from a night terror. You were still in your pajamas, thinking no one else would be up this early you didnât change out of your fuzzy y2k PJ shorts that you got in middle school that you were too stubborn to throw out. Yea, they show practically your whole ass, but at least you're not in your underwear, right? You also wore a cropped tank top and no bra, again having no clue other people were up this early. Katsuki walked in on you reaching for one of the tallest shelves for a bowl and at that moment he had to stop walking to adjust his sweatpants. Your crop top was rolled up, showing how your back rolls stretched out to reach higher. Above your shorts, he could see a small hint of the fabric of your underwear and underneath your shorts he could see those beautiful stretch marks, showing off exactly where puberty hit you the best. He finally gained enough confidence to speak.
âYou need help? You look a few too short,â Katsuki teased. The second you noticed he was there you crunched back into yourself like a turtle. âDid he just see my whole ass!?â you thought while pulling your shorts down, unfortunately just showing off your underwear more. Katsuki was now at your side reaching up for the bowl you failed to grab. He brought down two bowls and took both of them to the fridge to see what he could make for breakfast. You were too embarrassed to say or do anything. âDid it get cold in here?â You started to hunch your back as much as you could to prevent your nipples from showing through your shirt. Katsuki, of course, already noticed long before you did.
When Katsuki was done, he placed two bowls of omurice on the table and began to eat.
âThank you,â you smiled at him, appreciating this soft side of him. The rest of breakfast you talked about his sleeping habits and eventually your nightmare. He would never admit it but he was already calculating how to get you to stay in his room so he could stop them.
#bnha x reader#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#bnha#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou
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đ 7'2 lol
matt vc: uh, hello supreme tallness leader. . .
@iniqutous
i don't think either of us were expecting this. shooketh!!
#reports filed ( answered )#( sir were you put in a laffy taffy stretcher ??? )#( i didn't know he was so tall )#( flabergasted )#( just both of us are shook )#( could snoke show matt the top of the fridge ? )#( he looks pretty frail )#( matt's gonna get a crick in his neck looking up at him )#( he's like a tree )#( was his mom & dad a tree from yavin ? )#( ok enough jokes pls dont kill matt sir )#( thank you for this )#( jesus i'm never gonna be over how tall snoke is )#( why did i imagine him as a tiny frail man LOL )
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I have this thot that simon riley is the type of guy to really show his love but not really say it due to his past.
Like every week he replenishes your flower vase. Heâll grab you a magnet when hes on deployment because he knows that's what you love to collect. Heâll drive over an hour to grab your favorite dessert from your favorite restaurant just because you said you were craving it in passing. He saves a seat next to him when you're running late to your weekly pub night with the 141 crew. He's the type of guy who just walks into a bookstore and grabs anything and everything he thinks you would like, and adds a gift card on top of that. When he showers and notices some of your products are halfway gone, heâll make sure the next time he is out, he will buy some more. You mentioned once that you always wanted a make-up vanity. Next week, there's one built in your room with a little heart and S engraved. You mentioned how you needed to organize your books and start looking at bookshelves to buy. The next day, there are shelves filled with your books.Â
When heâs deployed, he sets up a delivery service for food and flowers to make sure you still be taking care of him even if he's away.Â
Simon Riley is the type of guy who shows that he loves you more than he actually says it. But you know deep in your heart when you walk in and see the new flowers in the vase, the bag of books, and your favorite dessert in the fridge that is hidden from over 100 magnets heâs gotten for youâthat he loves you.Â
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost#simon ghost riley#task force 141#ghost cod
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