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hentaihottee · 1 month ago

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What's your safe word..?

CW: au!choso x blackfem!reader, pet names, rough sex, p in v, bondage, sadism, masochism, rough oral sex (m! receiving), spitting, asphyxiation… butt play... all in all, this is a pretty rough smut fic... if you aren't into BDSM this isn't for you. (if i missed anything, sawry i suck at warnings 😭)MDNI 18+!!<3

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ꨄ .. dorsí's notes: hey y'all! sorry I took so long! this is my first fic on here but not my first time writing at all... BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN A WHILE SO ITS NOT THE BEST AHHHH. SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS OR TYPOS. THIS ONE IS FOR MY CHOCHO SIMPS! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYS!! oh btw, this fic is based off this choso.

❤︎ song inspiration; Change (In the House of Flies)- Deftones

synopsis: you & choso have been together for 2 years. he's been nothing short of sweet, caring, & attentive to you...even in bed. & while it is going great, there's a part of you craving something more... and little do you know, so is he.

𝑠𝑎·𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚 /ˈ𝑠𝑎ˌ𝑑𝑖𝑧ə𝑚/ 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝑚𝑎𝑠·𝑜𝑐ℎ·𝑖𝑠𝑚 /ˈ𝑚𝑎𝑧əˌ𝑘𝑖𝑧ə𝑚/ 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

Rain heavily patters against the pavement outside paired with faint lightning & thunder every so often as you and Choso lay on his bed scrolling mindlessly through your phones. Occasionally, you steal small glances at the shirtless divine being you get to call your boyfriend. While you keep your hands occupied, your mind drifts off into a reminiscence about your 2-year long relationship with Choso. Currently, you feel pretty content and happy with where you all are at... for the most part. Honestly, there's something in your heart that keeps you from being fully 100% satisfied. It's not that he's a bad boyfriend or handles you too rough. Actually, contrary to his looks, he is an extremely sweet & caring man... especially in bed. Part of you wonder if that is the problem at hand; he may be too sweet in bed.

You often wonder what it would be like if he lost all his manners in the bedroom and fucked you through the mattress like you so badly wanted. See, you have never physically gotten into BDSM due to your own fears of being judged by your past partners, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t the least bit of curious nor educated on the world of it. You so desperately wanted to know what it’s like being completely dominated in the bedroom. To be obliterated and overstimulated in the best ways possible. You wonder what if he was finally rough with you in all the ways you wanted... needed... craved. You wonder what if he degraded you while simultaneously praising you for taking all of him like the good little slut you are-

"What are you thinking about, mama?" Choso's deep, sultry voice abruptly brings you back to reality, immediately halting your filthy thoughts.

His soft brown orbs swiftly assess your voluptuous body, noticing your now slightly crossed over legs as you continue to lay in his bed. Nervously, you lock your attention onto your now locked phone screen before you slightly glance over to him, your eyes immediately meeting his… fuck. You have no other explanation for your behaviors besides the truth, so, coming to a quick decision to come clean after contemplating your minimal choices, you release a heavy sigh from your plump lips before pushing yourself into an upright position on the bed and crossing your arms over your well-endowed chest that your soft pink “Hello Kitty” camisole has had nothing short of a tough time fully covering.

"Cho...", you quietly began, "I-I want you to fuck me..." you confess, voice slightly trailing off at the end.

Faintly knitting his eyebrows together and tilting his head to the side, “Is there something going on that you would like to tell me about?”

Bashfully, you reply, “Well, I-... I just want you to really fuck me...”

“Do I not really fuck you every time we fuck,” he quips while sitting his upper half of his body up off the bed to look you straight in your face, a hint of offense lingering in his tone as his jaw softly clenches.

“Yes, baby! Of course you do,” you quickly try to do damage control as you take notice of his offensiveness, “it’s just... I feel as if I want something more...”

“More...,” He presses impatiently.

You uncross your arms from over your chest before looking at your fresh set of nails as you shyly speak,

“... Rough.”

A glint of amusement flashes in his eyes before complete darkness consumes them, you nervously watch his whole entire demeanor change.

With a slight curling of his lips, his now darkly toned voice taunts, “Oh??? Go on, tell me more.” Little did you know, you’ve fallen right where he’s wanted you since the first day he’s laid eyes on you.

“Well,” You look up into his now darkened eyes, “I’ve never actually got into BDSM, but I’ve always wanted to... I hid the desire because I’m nervous of what people might think of me wanting to get handled like that.”

All he does is begin to laugh after you finished your confession to him, a ping of regret instantly rising in your chest. But before you can act on the emotion, the chortling stops and he deeply rasps, “Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally come to me about this?”

A deafening silence falls over the room as confusion lingers thick in the air.

“Wh-What do you mean??”

He says nothing as he pushes himself up off his side of the bed and walks around it, stopping directly in front of you. His gaze pierces into your face until your eyes leave his as you can't help but to take in his slighty disheveled appearance; ruffled hair as it flows ever so slightly past his shoulders. His broad, built frame towering over you, prominent abdominal muscles softly contracting with every breath he takes as he is now breathing heavier. Your eyes trail down his inked-up torso before landing on his exposed v-line, gray sweatpants hanging off it, stopping right above his pubic area.

He then extends his hand out toward you, “Come with me, baby.”

All you can do at this point is reach out to his extended hand and take it into your own as he helps you off the bed onto your feet, confusion still very much at the forefront of your mind. His whole demeanor now has an almost sinister appearance to it, and you can't help but to feel a bit of something in your stomach that you cannot quite yet pinpoint as fear nor excitement; maybe it was both?

Cho leads you out of his room and down the stairs until he reaches the door of the basement, you follow behind him curiously. Suddenly, he stops, turns & looks down at you, expression mimicking one of a predator ready to devour its prey.

With a sadistic smirk plastered across his lips, he inquires, “Remember how I told you not to go down in the basement because its my personal area...?”

You slowly nod your head; confusion now shown in the expression upon your face as you two are standing in front of the basement door. Suddenly, four words that you never thought you’d hear rung out his mouth into the thick air between you two.

“… What’s your safe word?”

Goosebumps prickle throughout your whole anatomy as your mind races to produce a good word to use. Your heart thumps against your rib cage as your body temperature begins to rise. With the hitch of your breath, you finally settle on the word, “Peaches.”

All he does in response is nod his head before turning back around towards the basement door. He leans down and quickly types in a code into the electric keypad, prompting the door to open after he does so.

A gentle but glacial breeze suddenly brushes past both your awaiting figures as the door swings open. You look down the dimly lit staircase, fear immediately settling into the pit of your stomach as you see nothing but darkness past the end of the stairs.

��This is it…” you quietly mutter, “My boyfriend is about to fucking kill me…”

From behind you, he releases a dark chuckle while shaking his head before looming over you and commanding, “Go down the stairs, now…”

Your body slightly tense up at how cold his tone of voice is as he has never taken this type of approach with you, and yet, arousal starts to arise with the fear in the depths of your stomach. So, you comply, slowly making your way down the stairs. Choso’s strong footsteps are directly behind you as you descend the staircase together, watching your curvaceous ass jiggle in the matching “Hello Kitty” pajama shorts upon every step you take. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, you look around the spacious yet eerie room as you are momentarily swallowed in darkness and silence. Just as fear knocks at your chest again, Choso flips the light on, instantaneously leaving you in complete shock as the room comes to life right before your eyes.

Red light illuminates the room, revealing the erotic display before you. You just look around and take it all in; A king-sized bed adorned with crimson silk sheets sits in the middle of the room, the black bed frame clearly is one meant for BDSM as it was built with a sturdy metal and has restraint posts all over it. At the foot of the bed sits a large Kama Sutra chair. You look around at your surroundings; upon one wall a plethora of vibrating toys, restraints, and dildos. On the other wall directly across hung floggers, paddles, and riding crops. Towards the front of the room, you see an “X” cross, hoisted up onto a stage-like platform with a metal bar cage right behind it.

Right when you are about to finally speak, your words get caught in your throat and your body tenses up as you feel him come up behind you, cupping both of your big breast into his large hands, gently massaging them through the thin material as he pulls you flush into him. Your nipples immediately pebble under his touch, earning a small chuckle from him.

“In this room, you will refer to me as Daddy,” he lowly begins, breathing right upon the shell of your ear, “You will do what I say, when I say, how I say because you are my submissive, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Disapproving of your answer, Choso swiftly halts his soothing movements upon your sensitive mounds before snatching the material of your top down, exposing your brown breast to then clamp your right nipple harshly between the rough pads of his fingers earning a loud exclamation of pain from you.

“Yes, what?”

Your brain’s thought process is all jumbled up because just as much as that hurt you, it simultaneously caused a glob of slick to ooze from between your swollen folds into the seat of your panties.

“Mmf- Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” He lewdly purrs into your ear, softly planting rewarding kisses among the shell of it as he removes his hands from your warm body.

“Strip down and get on your knees.”

Your mind is consumed with so many different thoughts as you begin to strip the thin pieces of clothing from your body. While you abide by Cho’s command like the good little submissive you are, he makes his way to the wall with the paddles on it, grabbing a specially made one with a big heart carved out at the end and his initials carved out right above it. The dominant quickly gathers a couple more things from the walls, setting them on the bed before making his way back towards you, smirking menacingly as he takes in your naked form in the kneeling position.

“You are already such a good fucking girl f’me,” he praises as he begins to circle around your awaiting body. You just sit there silently yet completely turned on, hands with your palms facing down against the surface of your thighs as you are waiting for the next step. Choso stops behind you and gathers up your small waist-length knotless braids into a ponytail in his hand before twisting them into a secure bun at the top of your head, tucking the ends under the bun. He moves back to in front of you, peering down upon you with a look of pure lust and approval.

“Go to the bed.”

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Rock music lowly play in the background as Cho stands nakedly in front of you a few inches away from the foot of the bed as he admires your current position.

“This is what you wanted so you will take everything I give you and you will fucking love it, yes?” Choso’s tone is especially harsh as he speaks to you. A part of you feels like it is because you offended him earlier. You nod your head as that is the only body part that that you can move since you are now completely restrained with a soft, red jute rope. Your body is in a bowing position as you lay face down on the bed, your arms bound together behind your back in a shabari style while your ankles are restrained to the two posts at the top of the bed, your bare ass and dripping pussy completely exposed. Suddenly, a harsh stinging sensation spreads across your left asscheek as he mercilessly brings down the customized paddle onto your plush globe. A small whimper of pain escapes your lips as more slick seeps from your heated pussy, down your inner thigh. The paddle leaves red welts on your brown skin that begin to form into the shape of the engravings from the paddle.

“Use your words, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” your voice teetering on the edge of a moan and whimper as you undergo this humiliation. You questioned yourself as you have never been so turned on in your entire life, in fact, you feel as if the smallest amount of pressure on your bundle of nerves can make you just come right undone… were you just a submissive?

“Look at you, being a good girl… I knew you would be such a good sub for me,” he praises as he stalks to the edge of the bed where your head is resting. Kneeling onto the bed, he grabs your face up by your jaw, forcing you to look up at him through your thick wispy lash extensions. You trail your eyes down his naked frame, licking your lips once your eyes fall upon his hardened dick. It looks so beautiful in all its thick & veiny glory as it leaks a bit of precum, perfectly glossing over his ruby red tip. A smirk stretches across his lips as he intensely watches you.

“Look at you, such a greedy little whore. I’ll give you what you want.”

Swathing one of his hands around the circumference of your bun, securly gripping it in his big hand, Choso wraps his other hand around the base of his dick as he pulls your face to his awaiting appendage by your braids. Instinctively, you allow your jaw to slacken as you prepare to take him in your mouth, but little did you know, that was the absolute wrong thing to do right now. He brutally brings the palm of his hand across your cheek, making a loud smack sound throughout the space. Hot tears spring to your eyes as your face begins to sting but that does not really faze the sadist above you; he is actually leaking more precum. He tightens his grip on your bun before leaning down and talking to you with an even harsher tone. “Did I fucking say you can have it yet? Greedy ass bitch. Look at me. Stay just like this until I say otherwise.”

Now usually, Cho never calls you a bitch even when you have given him the pass. But for some reason, when you hear it now, instead of enraging you, a pathetic whimper falls from your lips. You don’t know what is slowly consuming you from the inside but instead of cowering from it, you openly welcome the newfound sensation. Stretching your tongue out your mouth, you drag the long pink muscle upon the bottom of your cheek, catching a tear that rolled down your now heated face. As you do this, you have secured your half-lidded, lust filled orbs onto Cho’s dominant filled ones. He repeats his earlier movements, eventually resting his sticky tip upon your plump lips before smearing it across them, his bodily fluid coating your succulent kisser as if it’s a homemade lipgloss for you. “Mmm- Yeah look at you, you dirty slut. Such a good fucking slut for Daddy, yeah? This what you fucking wanted, right? Open that pretty little mouth.”

On command, you slackened your jaw, you mouth agape and heavily salivating, ready for your man’s throbbing dick. Cho wastes no time as he immediately stuffs his whole dick into your mouth. You closed your eyes tightly while softly gagging as he forces your head down further onto his dick. His immense length struggles to travel down your tight canal, but once your lips arrive at the base of his dick, you draw your tongue from out of your mouth and caress the surface of it upon his full balls. You quickly open your eyes, locking your attention up on Choso’s darkened expression as tears glass over your orbs. He holds your head in place for a few seconds, pressing your nose into his bushy pubic area, stilling his whole body while looking down at you as you are being bound and gagged by him. He quickly retracts his dick from your mouth, leaving a thick web of spit from his glistening dick to your swollen lips, you heave as you try to catch your breath, never breaking eyesight with him.

“Yeah, look at you. Nasty ass. Stay just like this, ‘m gonna fuck your face.” He commands before reaching both his hands down to roughly grip onto each side of your face as he begins to thrust into your oral cavity, setting a punishing pace as his dick hits your larynx. You can’t do anything but keep looking up at him with your teary siren eyes, saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth as you take everything he gives your throat. As his heavy balls smack against your chin, spit bubbles and foam collect on the sides of your mouth while drool continuously runs down your chin and onto the mattress beneath you both. As he continues to mercilessly rut into your mouth, occasionally smacking the side of your face with the palm of his hand & spewing raw profanities at you, your arousal grows increasingly prominent as your aching walls clench around nothing & more slick glides down your thighs onto the bed. At this point, Choso’s not even fucking your face so he can nut... he just wants to see how pathetic you look as he brutalizes your throat; it’s beautiful to him to see you like this.

“hng- Fuckkkk! Look at you, you pathetic ha- little slut. You love when I use this mouth to my liking, huh?” Your larynx is most definitely bruised but you don’t give a fuck about that—you want him to bruise your cervix next! Your body begins to feels lighter as you continue to experience the right amount of pain & pleasure. You’ve read about subspaces but have never been taken into one. The foreign feeling you felt earlier is now registering in your head as the build up to your subspace. With this newfound knowledge, you want to tempt your dominant even more, seeing as the pain and humiliation he inflicts brings you an immense amount of pleasure. A masochist & a sadist— what a perfect fucking match made in hell.

Choso relents the punishing pace on your mouth as he watches you be taken to a new type of high. A cocky smirk appears upon his mouth as he slows his pace down, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Well, well, well… looks like I have myself a little masochist, huh.” He says before he leans his upper frame over your bowing body and plants several harsh thwacks upon both your luscious asscheeks, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull as you give deep, throaty moans along his dick. Tension is now building up in your stomach as your pussy feels like it would explode if he even blew on it. He leans back to his previous position, looking down at your tear-stained face as he slowly ejects his dick from your slobbery mouth. “Sweet little Y/n isn’t nothing but a filthy little slut, huh. You like the way this make you feel, yeah?” He taunts while he has your chin hooked between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him.

“Y-Yes, Daddy. mmmm” You hoarsely replied due to the way he was just demolishing your throat.

“Tongue out.”

You quickly comply, sticking your tongue out as you await on him. He bends down until he is inches away from your face before forcefully spitting into your mouth and slapping your face once again. Swallowing the glob saliva down your throat, you smile as you are getting pushed closer and closer to that space your body so badly craves.

“What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Choso lifts himself off his knees and walks to the top of the bed where your ankles are chained to each bedpost, causing you to be spread like a bald eagle as you are bowing. He settles himself right behind you, a smug grin plastered across his lips as he looks down at your hungry pussy completely saturated & clenching around absolutely nothing. Cho just quietly smiles to himself as he unravels these new revelations about his girlfriend.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He suddenly delivers 4 powerful blows to both of your globes, resulting in you croaking out a loud, elongated moan while arching your back further, pushing your rounded tummy into the bed. “hngg- Fuck,” you try to lowly murmur, but you were caught by your sadistic boyfriend who deviously smirks as he is now excited to put you through more pain and humiliation for disobeying his orders.

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“FUCK, CHO!!! mmmf- PLEASE, IM SORRY, DADD- hnnggg DADDY!” your pleads fall upon deaf ears as he continues to press the hitachi wand against your sensitive bud while it is set to the highest setting. He was relentless with his punishment and enjoying every second of watching your suffering. Every time you were about to cum, he would snatch the wand away and smack his fingers against your sopping pussy, edging you every time until it hurt.

“I deliberately told you not to speak until spoken to and you disobey. Beg me for your release.”

SHMACK! He removed the vibrator and plants another knee-weakening hit to your saturated pussy, tears rolling down your face into the mattress as you are still in the bowing position and bound completely.

“Please, Daddy. I need to cum… I need you inside me now, p-pleaseee…” you slur as you are pleading for your release. Suddenly, you feel Cho’s thumb graze down your honeyed slit, completely coating his digit in your sweet juices. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he is now prodding around at your puckering asshole, pushing his slender digit past the tight ring, sinking it into your forbidden hole. Your body jolts at the foreign intrusion but you welcome it as it feels pleasurable to you. Choso then uses his other hand to slide his middle & ring finger into your aching entrance while simultaneously gliding the pad of his thumb across the surface of your pearl, toying with you. While he chafes his thumb over your bundle of nerves, he moves his svelte fingers inside your gummy walls, scissoring his fingers apart inside of you to occasionally graze your spongy g-spot while he holds his other thumb in your tight hole, sporadically wiggling it inside of you. You release breathy but agitated moans because as the pleasure you feel is quite good— it’s just not enough and he absolutely knows that.

“I said beg, slut.” He firmly states while continuing his soft assault on your weeping pussy.

“Daddy, plea- mmmmf- pleaseee let me cum. Please give it to me, Daddy. I need you in me now baby,” you pathetically beseech.

Satisfied with your begging, Choso then unhurriedly withdraws his fingers from your sticky walls, immediately replacing them with his stiff shaft. As he pleasantly stretches your walls, burying himself to the hilt inside your gooey cavern, you can’t help writhing underneath him as you are finally being filled up the way you have been craving, his thumb still occasionally wiggling in your ass. Your mouth is agape and leaking drool onto the bed as he begins to vigorously snap his hips up into you, your walls hungrily clinging onto his dick as you take all his mindless rutting into your sopping pussy.

“hng- Oh fuck! Look at you… taking this dick, mama. SMACK! Look at that ass… that’s it, take it bitch.” He coaxes while rapidly plunging his dick inside you, his bulbous tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“MMF- I’m so fucking close, Daddy! Oh my goodness!” you absentmindedly exclaim as Choso fucks into you.

He leans over you and reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit, pounding into you harder, his length stretching you deliciously as he chases his own release. “Take it… take it… take this dick, slut…” he murmurs while plunging into you, his rotund dick massaging that spongy spot inside your pussy. Looking down, his eyes darkening as he watches himself disappear into your body before leaning over you once more, his lips finding the side of your neck as he breathes hotly against your skin. "You look so slutty taking me, baby... haaaa- absolutely gorgeous..."

“AH! AH! MMMM- ‘m gonna cum on that dick, Daddy! Can I cum on this d-dick, Daddy?” Your mind is completely gone as tears pour out of your eyes, you teeter on the edge of your orgasm that is guaranteed to push you into a subspace. His dick throbs intensely inside you at your words, his own climax threatening to overtake him. He removes his thumb from inside your ass before leaning up and using that hand clamp around your neck, leaving you little room to breathe as he begins fucking you harder while he rubs your clit with increased fervor. "Do it... cum for daddy... drench my dick and say thank you..."

On command, you begin to splash your sweet nectar onto his pelvic area, whimpering as chills travels down your anatomy while every muscle in your body slightly tenses up. You tightly slam your eyes shut, furrowing your eyebrows as your clit begins to have a couple of contractions as you orgasm. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” you strenuously exclaim as a sensation of euphoria rushes throughout your veins as you finish your orgasm against Choso’s length.

His eyes roll back as he feels your pussy clamp down on his dick, your squirting orgasm triggering his own. He deeply growls in ecstasy, his hips jerking as he buries himself deep inside you and unloads his thick, hot ropes of nut directly into your spasming pussy, painting your walls white with every pulse of his dick while feeling your hot liquid spilling onto his skin. He throws his head back while releasing a long, deep groan before leaning up and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hips softly jerking while he plants soft kisses on your skin as he dumps his seed deep inside you. He continues to stay inside you as you begin to float into your subspace, your body and mind feeling amazingly light as you just exist in an otherworldly place. "My good little slut... that’s right… let it all out.” He coos in your ear as you ride out your intense highs together.

Shortly after he comes down from his release, he leisurely slips out of your sensitive canal before releasing your neck from his hold, leaning his head down and breathing on your leaking pussy. He plants soft kisses on your clit before giving it a couple kitty licks, teasing you once again.

“Wh-??? Cho?” you call out, your voice sounding lighter as you are still floating in your subspace.

“ Shhh,” SMACK! He delivers a forceful hit to your asscheek, “I’m not fucking done with you yet…”

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theseance444 · 5 months ago

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After begging the bride to be to get down off the table, Klaus realized very quickly that this was going to be a harder job than he was hoping. Despite success this time, he'd never any sort of spine, nor the conviction to care much about keeping the peace. In fact, he knew he attracted attention, and therefore trouble. But Jo didn't need to know that until it happened, at least.

"Ah, alright, fair enough," he said good-naturedly as she called him out. The flask slipped out of his pocket, and poured gracelessly into the glasses. Still mostly full, he noted, for later in the night. But before he could take his shot, Klaus was practically swung at, knocking him against the bar briefly.

"Hey Max," he groaned, forcing a smile on once again. The conversation, however, caught his attention. "Wait, yes I do! I love magic tricks!"

As he watched, a flame blew across the glass, like a dragon with erectile dysfunction. Eyebrows raised in surprise, Klaus could only come to one conclusion: she was family.

"Aw shit, of course..." Knowing he'd need it to deal with whatever world ending shit this might turn into, he knocked his shot back quickly.

"October 1st, 1989, right? Your birthday?"

As soon as the gun came out, Klaus's easygoing smile fell. Despite--or maybe because of--his time in Vietnam, he'd never liked guns. Destructive, life ruining, gone in an instant type weapons. Of course, he'd always been a lover, not a fighter.

"Emergencies, got it," he said, raising his tattooed palms in a way that meant he'd rather swallow glass.

As Jo lead him around, Klaus couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. He held the key tightly in his hand, a lifeline to a private, locking room. And most importantly, not filled with ghosts. Or at least, not as many as his childhood bedroom.

"Don't lose it, got it," he repeated back, hooking the key onto his dog tags. How he'd gotten so lucky in his choice of wrong numbers, he'd never know. "I'll crash for an hour, then I'll take you up on that beer."

A private room, even if it was just a cot and a bedside table, felt like heaven after spending the last few hours in the drunk tank.

"She seems nice."

"You just lectured me about this being a trap, Benny boy, you gotta pick a side," Klaus responded, flopping onto the bed unceremoniously. "Wake me up in an hour, will you?"

As per Jo's rules, Klaus did not snort or smoke anything, not technically. But dry swallowing a few stimulants certainly put the pep back in his step. Waking up semi-sober in an unfamiliar place was not new to him, but it certainly threw him off to see the shadows start moving. That was the first sign, the ghosts were coming back. The first sign that he needed a drink.

Emerging from his beauty rest looking supremely hungover, Klaus found his way out to the bar again. Jo seemed busy with other customers, so he simply snuck around to refill his hip flask. Once it was heavy in his back pocket again, he approached with a smile.

"Alrighty Jo, who am I kicking out?"

#Klaus is getting his name wrong btw #it's not a typo klaus is just like that #jo #rp #tw alcohol

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aamircoeur · 6 months ago

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NOT GONNA LIE i always love thinking ab characterxdresser!lover

like ex ken sato and the person (secret lover) that makes his outfits, does his makeup, usually dresses him for every public outing etc etc

ALSO MAYBE THE LOVER HAS DESIGNED ALL HIS JERSEYS like they design the jerseys for every team he has

- 🍃 (hi im new)

Being ex-lovers with Ken Sato as his personal stylist ー hcs.

hi 🍃 baby happy to have ü here <3 thank you sm 4 the req!!!!!! ur asks r so so cute

sfw, gn!reader. UNEDITED

despite ken sato being your actual lover from the past, you had too much on your plate to give another try at your relationship

but he didn't

this time, instead of asking mina for his schedule, he memorizes it himself so he knows when he has the chance to text you

"hey baby you got my fit ready for the interview?"

"sorry typo i meant [name]" 🤨

"yes, ken"

"heyy so i was wondering, coach shimura asked the team if we could design a new jersey for the upcoming season so i thought if you could be the one to design for us?"

"hello, ken. i'm afraid i am busy having to prepare your outfits for your upcoming interviews."

"oh okay okay no worries"

"but like if i pay you extra will you be able to do it? like a thousand? or, i can add more"

"fine, ken. we can hold a meeting with your team for their fabric preferences and whatnot."

"what they don't need to be there"

he's not slick .

he never forgets to thank you every time that he's given the opportunity

he leaves you gifts like mini cakes or your favourite coffee to share with him when you were together

whenever you come to dress him up or to drop off his outfit for the day he'd have flowers at hand to give to you when you arrive

although greatly appreciated, you told him multiple times that it was unnecessary considering your relationship now was professional

he insists, saying that he does it for everyone he knows even coach shimura

🤨🤨 little liar

whenever he goes on vacation he always invites you

of course you decline

but he's so pushy and basically drowns you with his reasons

"ik we both need it"

"they have a great sense of style there we can get inspo from them"

"the food there is great maybe we can get outfit inspirations"

"the view from the hotel there is great maybe the hotel staff dress nicely too maybe we can get outfit inspirations from them"

what the hell r those reasons kenji

with enough convincing you come, with you insisting on staying in separate rooms but hey at least you're there with him

he always brags about how great of a stylist you are during interviews or press conferences

praises your creativity, your knowledge in color theory and body shapes that you always make him look so great

he's been told so much about how greatly his outfits complimented his body and he's so proud of you

but he almost killed everyone in the room including himself when you told him that other celebrities have reached out to have you as their personal stylist

he tried to convince you to stay as only his instead

i mean by convince is doubling your salary

which works btw

oh and during events he always has you as his +1

and if +1s weren't allowed he would simply not attend no matter how great attending at that event would be for his career && fame

"who cares" - ken2k24

he keeps you by his side and introduces you to all the people that he knows

which really confuses you because he told you that you were there for his touch-ups

but you didn't mind anymore

you missed spending time with him too.

#ken sato headcanons #ken sato imagines #ken sato x reader #ken sato #kenji sato #ultraman rising #ultraman netflix #ultraman

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rikisbaby · 2 months ago

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Late Night Shower (ft.psh)

ʚ•ɞ Pairing - bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

ʚ•ɞ word count: 1.5k

ʚ•ɞ Warnings: Smut, pet names (good girl, princess, baby), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys.. PLEASE!!) Shower sex (obviously) fingering, pussy eating. Might be missing a few LMKK!!!

ʚ•ɞ Msg From Cammy: This was a bit rushed.. so expect some typos and grammar errors 😣 FIRST TIME WRITING BTW 😈, alsooo this isn’t proof read so.. my apologies I JUST NEEDED TO UPLOAD SOMETHINGGGGG (i’m not happy with how this turned out btw.. also learning how to.. make my blog look more aesthetic- i’m done yapping ENJOYYYY)

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Your Bf Sunghoon still wasn’t back from practice yet, and you grew tired of waiting for him to return. He’s been working so hard lately, trying to memorize dance steps of the choreography for their new comeback and dancing in front of you every chance he gets. Sometimes he’ll stumble over a move and throw the nearest pillow at you every time you’d awkwardly smile or laugh.

The time read 11:35pm. He’s been gone all day, you even made him dinner expecting him to come back early to enjoy it with you. But sadly he didn’t return for dinner. You left him a few messages, which had no response.. you text him “goodnight <33” Feeling sleepy, you decide to call it a night without him. He comes home late on practice nights like today so you weren’t too stressed about his absence.

You get up from your bed walking over to the bathroom, you turn on the shower putting the notch all the way to hot. You walk back into your room grabbing some clothes to change into once you’re done showering.

After grabbing the things you need, you walk back into the bathroom placing your clothes on the counter next to your phone. You strip out your pink tank top along with your black shorts.

Your phone dings on the counter top, you didn’t realize because your phone was faced down and the water from the shower was drowning out the notification noise. The messages were from sunghoon, basically him telling you about how practice went and how much he missed you.

You quickly hopped into the shower letting the water run through your hair and all over your body. After 30 seconds of standing there letting the water fall all over your body, you decided to finally start washing up. Grabbing the bar of soap along with a fluffy pink shower sponge, you roughly scrub your body, making sure to get soap everywhere including your feet & back.

You amuse yourself with the sponge, trying to get it as soapy as possible.

While your enjoying you warm shower, Sunghoon turns the key into the front door, tiredly unlocking it before closing the door behind him and locking it. “Baby, I’m finally back.” He calls out but you’re too busy cleaning yourself to hear. He takes his shoes off by the door before setting his keys down on the counter.

First thing he looks for after sitting his keys down is the dinner you made him, earlier you had texted him about the food you made him, you felt bad for how his company was overworking him, so you decided to do something nice by making him his favorite meal, Jjapaguri with a hint of spice, you knew he couldn’t handle too much so you just put a dap in there, And left it in the microwave for him later when he returned home.

“Y/nnnnn, why are you so quiet, where are you?”

He wondered, he walks to your room carefully opening the door looking around the room for you, he doesn’t see you in sight. A few seconds after looking around the house for you, he heard your singing voice coming from the bathroom.

sunghoon smiles before taking his dirty shirt off throwing it into the dirty bin, along with his sweatpants leaving him with only boxers.

He finally begins to make his way over to the bathroom where you were, he quietly knocks before opening the door.

He stood in the door way watching your ‘performance’ singing and facing to your favorite song with your eyes closed. “so cute” he thought to himself before pulling his boxers down, his hard dick hitting against his abs, already hard from looking at your naked soapy body.

He quickly looks down at himself realizing how hard he already is from watching your naked body dance in the shower, he walks close to the shower door slowly opening it and joining in with you. You could feel a presence behind you but you didn’t pay no mind, you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you again, like always.

Once he was in the shower with you, he bit his lips at the sight, you swaying your hips and inching closer to his hardened dick. He wanted to ravish you right then and there so bad, but he held himself back wanted you to be a bit cleaned up before fucking you til you can’t take it anymore. It’s the least he could do if he was going to have at you all night.

Behind him was the pink strawberry scented shampoo you bought from the store last week, He didn’t know why you bought everything pink but he thought it suited you. He poured the clear slimy liquid in his hand, before rubbing his hands together to create a foaming lather. He smirks before placing his hands on your head.

You pause mid verse of your shower performance, slowly turning around to see him towering over you. “holy shit you scared me..”

His eyes looked tired drained but his fangy smile shined through. “So how was your world tour?” He teases, massaging the shampoo on your head. “Shut up.” You playfully hit him and he laughs, seeing as you did no damage. His fingernails dig in your scalp, getting every corner of head, you close your eyes at the feeling trying not to fall asleep standing in the shower. He walks you under the shower head rinsing away all the soapy residue that’s in your hair.

His dick was getting tired of waiting, wanting to be squeezed around your warm walls as he pumped himself in you over and over again until you couldn’t stand.

“Did you eat?” You ask him, oblivious about what’s about to happen. He ignores your question and smirks, moving closer to you until he felt his dick touch you. Once he got closer you felt something touch your stomach, you looked down to see his hard member pressing up against your stomach, leaking precum you slowly look up at him, a bit nervous “it’s a good day isn’t it-“

Without any warning he drops down to his knees and puts your left leg over his shoulder, he spreads your folds with his fingers taking in the sight of your beautiful pussy, he gives you a few kitty licks before diving his tongue straight into your wet hole. “Mm.. you taste so sweet princess..” he says moaning into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and tilt your head back. You grip onto his hair pulling him a bit closer while also holding onto the wall so you don’t fall.

“F-fuck Hoonie..” You whine biting your bottom lip trying not to be loud because of your neighbors. He moves his thumb to your clit giving it gentle circles while continuing to eat you out. He looks up at you watching the expressions your giving him, with your mouth wide open, eyes slightly closed, eyebrow furrowed and all. He inserts one finger into your hole, feeling your warm wet walls clench around his finger, he slowly adds another. “That’s a good girl.. taking my fingers so well.” After a few minutes of fingering & eating you out, he takes your leg from off his shoulder and stands up from off his knees. he quickly turns you around so your facing the glass, you feel your boobs get squished by your body weight and the glass in front of you.

He carefully lined his dick up against your aching slit, and without any warning he shoves himself inside you not giving you anytime time to adjust to his size. “HOON-“ you yelled out clenching around him tight. “Fuckk..” he whimpers, he slowly pulled back until the tip of his dick was still in you before pushing himself back in. He puts his hands on your hips and begins to pound into you from behind, hearing your hot moans is like music to his ears. So perfect. He continues to pound into the back of you until he feels that familiar feeling in his stomach. “fuck.. i’m so close” he groans continuing to pound into the back of you. He brings one of his hands down to your clit and teases it using his middle finger. You feel yourself getting closer, and with one more hard thrust from sunghoon, you squirted all over his dick, He stops for a bit letting you calm down from your high. “My turn..” he smirks before pounding into you again, all you could do was moan and take it, after a few thrusts he cums deeply in you. He stays in you for a little bit before pulling out of you, letting his cum leak out of your gaping hole. He slaps your ass causing you to flinch. “Now let’s get cleaned up shall we?” he says before helping you up off the glass sliding door to the shower, he gives you a kiss on the lips before lathering up your towel with soap to clean you off.

#enhypen #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #rikisbaby #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fanfic #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #female reader #sunghoon imagines #enha hard hours #enha hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #enhypen drabbles

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saeshualatte · 7 months ago

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894 words ↬ drabble (?) ↬ scara x fem!reader

warning(s): edging, forced orgasms, overstimulation, semi-dacryphilia, fingering, mirror sex, vibrator stimulation, praise, degradation, pet names

a/n: omg this is so bad and it took me so long to finish & publish 😓 btw this is dedicated for my bestie @aspinyyy :P

not proofread!!! watch out for typos, grammatical errors and overused words, English isn't my mother tongue /*gen

(might be cringey 😬)

*smut under the cut*

how long has it been, a few minutes? hours maybe? you've lost track of time

you knew better than let your mouth ran but you did it anyway, that led you here; thighs quivering, eyes glossed with tears, and silk panties clinging to your core

"hmm, out of it already?" he hums, before pressing the vibrator harder

minutes in yet scara still hasn't taken off your panties, he's been edging you since. the scene is quite erotic and he loves it. he felt you tense up, a telltale you're close on the edge, so he ripped the vibrator away

"p-please let me....let me c..cum" you panted breathlessly after experiencing an intense pleasure just for it to be ripped away once again

"do you deserve it?" he cooed condescendingly, ".... y-yes" you plead, nearly close to tears on how long he's been throwing you on edge

"you're being quite a brat earlier, i don't think so" as he once again pressed the vibrator at your sensitive bud, making you jolt and instinctively close your legs

"uh uh, don't run away, my love" he coaxed, prying your legs open "you brought this upon yourself by being a whore, now you must take it like a good one"

"now be my good girl and look at yourself in the mirror" you lift your head up not wanting to disobey him and in hopes that he'll be more merciful on you

"now watch as i absolutely ruin this cunt of yours, hmm?" he whispered on your ear as he continued pressing the vibrator on your abused bud

"s-scara... hnggg.. ah- I'm cu-'' you tried to stop it, you really did but after how long he has edged you, you just couldn't hold it anymore

"did you just cum?" he questioned perplexed, you knew you'd be up for it

"i- i tried to h-hold it–" not even giving you the time to explain in your ragged breath, he inserted two fingers on your neglected hole and started thrusting at an unrelenting pace

"w-wait ah– p-please" you tried to stop him by grabbing his wrist but the pleasure is too much, you're shaking like a leaf

"you wanna cum, right? my desperate little whore wanna cum? then i'll make you cum until you can't anymore" he battered your cunt, tipping you on edge "cum now my little slut and count, alright?" as if on cue, you reached your climax on his command

"o-one" you panted, he suddenly halted his movements and leaned his head on the crook of your neck

"darling, have you gone cockdumb? you came earlier without my permission, no?," he teasingly murmured on your neck —chuckling at the thought of you going cockdumb despite not having a cock in you— "that makes it two" then proceeds to continue his ministration

after being edged for so long and reaching your climax twice, your body is sensitive — making you cum for the third time

"three," looking at him through the mirror, tears glistening, pleading "c-can't anymore, scara, please"

he continued his ministration—this time slower

—focusing on your sweet spot. trailing kisses on your neck and stimulating your nipples gently

"since when did my pretty girl become a liar?" feeling the familiar clench of your pussy, a sign that you're close

"f-four!" you squealed, feeling the mind racking orgasm wash over you

you gasped still feeling him stimulate your insides "no more" you managed to let out despite your heavy breathing "can't take it anymore"

your pleas fell on deaf ears as your body betrayed the words that flow out of your mouth

"you really shouldn't lie princess, it's not good for your current predicament" he teased

"what number now?" he asked as he caressed your cheeks "five" you answered being lulled into the softness of his palm. giving a sense of tranquility and peace

you should've known its a faux one, because after a minute — you heard the familiar soft buzz of the vibrator

he placed the object on your overstimulated bud, making you jolt and instinctively close your legs and try holding up his wrist

"please, no more" glassy orbs looking at him hazily and lips adorned with a pout. "just two more, ok? then we'll rest, hmm?"

"b-but... i can't" you try to argue but he doesn't let you have a say. you hear the familiar subtle buzz of the vibrator before you're writhing from the stimulation

not even fully recovering from the previous orgasm, you were once again pushed on edge

"last one now darling" he assured you. while, continuously pinching your nipples with his right hand, the other holds the vibrator on your nub and sucking love marks on the sensitive spot on your neck

the familiar knot in your stomach snapping, scara is mesmerized. despite already reaching 6 orgasm, you still manage to give him toe-curling one

he snapped out of his thoughts when he feels you pushing his hand that held the vibrator. he complied, whispering soft nothings while you come down your high

you're about to close your eyes when he suddenly shakes you awake, "darling we still need to get you cleaned, come on". not having enough strength after all that happened, you just let him handle you like a ragdoll

the rest of the night was filled with him tenderly tending you until you fell into a deep sleep.

#scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara smut #scaramouche smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scara #genshin scaramouche

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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i was reading your fics, and was reading one where daemon is going up against cregan a little bit. i got this idea, cregan giving the reader a direwolf puppy as a gift. daemon makes a snide comment about it and cregan just turns to him, telling him that your enjoying your new pet, and who knows, maybe one day cregan will give you puppies.

daemon seethes as cregan walks away, acting as if he didn't just imply he was gonna breed you.

Puppy Love

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader

Summary: Ever since you came of age, you became the jewel of the court and your father turned down proposal after proposal, knowing if the man didn't want your massive dowry, they wanted to claim and corrupt your beauty and kind nature. And the only reason why your father hasn't chewed up the all too friendly dragon prince, was because he was doing most of his job for him. And anyway, your father knew you were too kind to think his attentions to you were anything more than friendly.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, 'too kind' reader, jealous!daemon, smitten!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: first of all, i have written quite a few fics were I've added cregan as uh an opponent for daemon so HAHHAH im not sure which one you mean, though I have an inkling it's Wish I Was Her (this is not a p2 of this btw) second of all, /: cregan dumb for giving away a direwolf to some rando dafaq. third of all, i really want do a take on a 'traditionally feminine reader' since i normally dont do that lol so im tryna make reader fit the period more, without making her a damsel in distress. wish me luck Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

You straighten the brown paper in one hand while you fiddle with the wax seal that was on it moments ago. You snort through your nostrils, beaming at the ink on the the letter, eager to both reach the end of the page, and not wanting the words to end at all.

Daemon, who had been walking with purpose, forgets where he was going along the way when he spots you. You, the giggling lady, sat comfortably on the stone blocks that separated the garden and the hall.

The prince's stoic demeanor melts into an expression similar to yours when you smile at what you were reading. What were you reading? A letter? A letter from-

Quickly, the realization of what kind of letters a lady such as yourself would be receiving that would cause you to giggle like that makes his expression splat into annoyance.

With twice as much purpose, he struts over to you and calls out your name. You immediately avert your gaze, smile widening at the sight of him.

Good.

"My prince," you speak, bowing your head just as Daemon reaches you.

Daemon raises his brows and drops his lips, eyeing the paper in your hand, "a good read?"

You release a chuckle at the expression he pulls, "a very good read. I say Alaric is as good with the quill as he," you point to the paper, "harks to me how good he is with the blade."

He grunts, "Alaric." Where has he heard that tatty name before?

You chuckle as you watch Daemon stiffen. He places his hands behind him, slowly walking to the other side of the block you were sat on, sitting there across you, "which moronic suitor is he again?"

You drop your letter on your lap, tilting your head at the fuming prince, who now had his arms crossed. "Alaric," you start with a chuckle, "is my darling cousin, Anna's, son."

Ahh, Daemon blinks, that's why his name is familiar.

You snort, "he has merely just turned ten and one, your grace."

He clears his throat.

"Do you not recall rejecting my offer to attend the boy's nameday?" you speak through an amused grin.

"I've never cared for namedays," he trails off, crossing his arms.

You laugh. He turns to you because of it. How could he not when your laugh was like that? Your being beams in amusement, glowing like a star. It makes the prince emit a soft chuckle.

"If I didn't know any better," you say in between catching your breath, "I'd you were jealous of a child, my prince."

You catch the small smile on Daemon's face as he pretends to be offended, "and I'd say you've been reading too much."

Very suddenly, you gasp and point at him, making him pull his head back and his expression drop. His concern drops when you say, "is that a blush I see? Ooh!"

Daemon's arms loosen at your words. As if eager to make your words true, he begins to feel his body burn. Damn body.

You gasp the second time before throwing your head back in laughter, "I do say," you sigh, "scarlet suits you well."

Daemon rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he stands from his spot.

"Well, I mean, it is one of the colors of your house."

"Yes," he drops his hands to the side and walks over to you, "and I should well ought to make it your own."

And though Daemon smirks when he says this, your brows furrow at the thought. His vanilla baby.

"It would be pointless to try and convince my father to change anything about our house."

He sighs as you refold your paper, trapping a waxen seal in its center, and move to stand next to him, "in our actual house, I had to argue with him to change our drapes."

"No," Daemon says in shock, as if he actually cared.

"Yes!" you shake your head, "it was terrible! I had to remind him that I was now the woman of the house."

"Oh, that does sound terrible," Daemon huffs, eyes widening. He watches you as you believe in his empathy. He watches as you smile at his disingenuous words. Two beasts rip at him from within.

Normally, naïveté and slow-wittedness were traits that repelled him, especially in its womanly form, as it was drawn from the sheltered nature ladies like yourself were bred into. The dragon in him found this dull and all too conforming. He liked the burn from the whores, who would snarl if you took more than what you paid for.

Yet this personal brand of innocent on you was dizzying to him. One beast wanted to protect the purity within you, while the other wanted to taint it until all remained was him.

"And yes-" you take a moment to continue, "those were my mother's beloved drapes but... they had not been changed since her passing."

Daemon presses his lips together when you turn to the ground with a solemn expression. He does not get a moment to share the semblance of comfort in which he was capable of, because you quickly smile at him the way you always do and comfort yourself, "it is good to remember those who have passed, but they would not want for us to mourn them too long."

For once, he responds with honesty, "they would not, no."

The moment you smile at his words, your attention is taken from the prince.

You are called by a servant, who tells you there is a man waiting for you in the main hall. You courteously thank the servant and turn to Daemon, "thank you for ke-"

"I will escort you to your visitor," Daemon smiles, though not a real one.

You return a genuine one nevertheless, "I am grateful, but I do not wish to bother you, nor take up more of the time you already so graciously offered me."

Daemon takes your hand and pulls you near him with little regard, "you dare dictate what I do and do not with my time?"

You press your lips as you body collides with him.

"As though you were my wife?"

You clench your jaw, unintending to overstep, "my prince, I did not mean for it-"

"Yes, well," he cuts you off, "let us meet this moron who wishes to meet you."

"You know," you smile, "it may well not be a suitor."

Daemon chuckles, "I'm surprised you even caught onto that."

"Well, how could I not?" you chuckle, "when you were just jealous a child!"

He loses his smug expression. He scoffs into a chuckle as you laugh at him. "Oh very good," Daemon rolls his eyes and slowly claps his hand, "I'll give you credit. I did not expect that."

But what he very much did expect was that your audience was sought by a suitor; one large, slobbering dog of a suitor.

Very truly, Daemon's grumbling was merited, for why were you so enamored by the wolf-man and this overgrown rat-pup he bought with him?

He scoffs as you coo at the furry creature for the hundredth time, and for what? For doing absolutely nothing but expose its incompetence to walk in a fucking straight line?

And what's more, for every time the degenerate baby wolf toppled over, you tugged at its master's arm and pointed, leaning into him as you laughed and expressed jovial sentiments over the creature.

The prince rolls his eyes from the armchair he was sat on.

What was so impressive about a dog? There were dozens of strays outside the walls. He could get you twenty right now. A dragon egg should have elicited such a response from you, not this.

"Oh, dear Cregan-"

Gods, dear Cregan, she says.

"-your pup is a ray of sunshine on this chilly day," you speak.

Daemon watches you smile angelically at the large man with muddy dark hair and wiry curls. He watches as the cretin bares his teeth at you like a wolf does its prey, and you mistake it for genuinely, as always.

"If you are cold, my lady," Cregan says, removing the brown pelt on his shoulders, "then allow me to warm you."

Daemon straightens where he was slouched.

You recoil at Cregan's generosity, raising your hands as you shake them, "oh, my lord, I could not possibly accept the clothes on your back."

You watch as Cregan's rosy cheeks pull up with his smile, "then would you prefer I give you one your own?"

Cregan put on his fur again. You open your mouth to speak, but it is Daemon's voice that sounds, "she would rather you fuck off back to the North, dog."

You still at Daemon's words, promptly turning to him with a hardened expression of disbelief, "my prince-"

"And you best take your defective animal with you," he adds, grimacing at the wolf-pup chewing at a ball of wound fabric.

"Prince Daemon," you call tersely.

Daemon turns to you, expression unable to melt with the presence of that oaf on your side.

"Please do not speak for me as though your sentiments and mine own are one and the same," you calmly say.

Daemon scoffs. Cregan chuckles.

You turn to Cregan with a guilty expression, "I apologize on the behalf of ill-contrived words against you, Lord Cregan."

"No, you don't," Daemon quips as he stands, "don't fucking-"

"I appreciate your sentiment, my lady," Cregan ignores the whimpers of the lizard prince, "though you needn't worry yourself, for I am not wounded by words from the likes of him."

"The likes of me?" Daemon sneers as he storms over.

You turn to Daemon, suddenly at your side. Your eyes widen at the fury on his features. You hands instinctively come to his arm when he appears as though he is about to lunge at Cregan.

Cregan watches you do this, watches you calm the hot blooded fiend. Part of him burns in a shade green at your shared familiarity, but he is more amused by the fact you turn to him with a concerned look, nonverbally expressing your concerns that you, in fact, to not want him to pound your prince if he attempts anything. And so he laughs.

Cregan laughs and takes a step back, allowing you to step between them and push Daemon away in return.

Daemon's ire is fueled further, "what, you halfbreed?!"

You grunt as you turn back to Cregan, relieved he was smiling and not partaking in the hotheadedness the other man was.

"Did you fuck your wolf yourself to offer the pup to her?"

You recoil at the grotesque notion. You cannot stop yourself from calling out the prince's name in anger and bewilderment, "Daemon!"

Cregan laughs. It draws your attention. You sigh, "Cregan, I beg your par-"

"No!" Daemon barks, peering down at you, "he's come here on the intent of you bearing his pups, girl, and you'd so readily drop on your knees for him?!"

"He's brought one pup, Daemon!" you quip pulling away from him as you shake your head, "and I have no intentions of keeping the little wolf," you turn to Cregan, "for I have no such capabilities nor capacities to care for one!"

Daemon grinds his teeth. You heave.

Good enough.

The prince finds slight catharsis in your words. His anger does not fade however, because Cregan's grin is as wide as ever.

"Actually," Cregan raises his hands casually, "I have spoken to your father about the pup and he said he would accept it, for I am also giving you one of my servants as an aid."

The two men watch as you perk at the idea.

"Oh!," you gasp in disbelief, "so..." you break into a wide smile, "I can keep the wolf?!"

Cregan laughs as he nods, "and even better, you can name it."

Daemon is appalled by your next actions.

You run and throw yourself onto Cregan, sealing him into a hug for a moment before pulling back in realization your actions were most indecent.

Cregan however prevents you from pulling away too far, hands coming to your waist as he smiles down at you. He speaks with a lopsided grin, "I have been meaning to bring you the pup ever since we spoke about my pregnant wolf when you visited me in the North."

When you what?

"Will your dear Luna not mourn the loss of her puppy?"

LUNA?

Cregan chuckles, pulling his hands away from you, not because he wanted to, but because, between the two of them, he was currently the more amicable in your eyes, and he was not about to ruin that, "I assure you, she will fair fine, as she is preoccupied with three more at home."

You frown, stepping back from Cregan to turn to the pup, not at all seeing the twitching face of your prince, "still... I must not let him be forgotten by her mother and likewise."

Cregan smiles at the sentiment, "you have a kind heart, my lady," he takes your hand, "I would be glad to bring my wolves to your home whenever you want."

You are horrified by the notion, "oh please, it would be much better if I came to you."

Cregan nods, lips in a smirk, "I shall await then."

You seemed to be caught off-guard by the fact you unwittingly just made plans with the Stark.

And you had meant to explain you could not simply agree to his offer, but you were distracted by the string of High Valyrian being spewed into the air, paired by the loud sound of the prince marching out of the room.

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could you do some drunk Eddie blurbs or oneshots? Thanks! I love your stuff btw

✶ ┄ DRUNK IN LOVE !

summary: "you're drunk, eds" / "yeah, super drunk. and in the morning, when i'm sober, you’ll still be beautiful… i’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you." pairing: best friend!eddie munson / f!reader word count: 3.8k warnings: talks of alcohol, getting drunk, and taking care of a super drunk eddie! barely proofread so pretend any typos are nonexistent <3 a/n: i'm learning it's next impossible for me to write blurbs. i get an idea for one and boom. it's nearly 4k words. thanks for the request, anon! hope you like it xoxo

( MASTERLIST )

Eddie didn’t realize until he was halfway through his fifth beer, that he probably should’ve stopped at his fourth.

He’d stumbled upon that finicky little fork in the road at the crux both drinks, a line he was toeing all night between blissfully tipsy and borderline obliterated. You can only really maneuver it if you’re smart about it, and in true Munson fashion, Eddie opted for the exact wrong decision.

It wasn’t like he’d ever prided himself on being a man of self-control. He was gluttonous to a fault, green and greedy at times, especially when there was free alcohol involved.

Eddie had been a grumpy little stick in the mud when you and him first got to Steve’s place. He didn’t feel like partying that night or sharing you with people he could barely stand. They were your friends, after all, not his. He only tolerated the bunch of them because you did. He spent the entire drive lamenting about how illegal it was — to be his best friend and have other people in your life you cared about the same way you cared about him.

“That’s obviously against the rules,” he joked.

You only scoffed in response. “Obviously.”

Undeterred by his complaints, you drug him halfway across Hawkins with you like a storm cloud on a leash.

When you arrived, he found that it wasn’t a party at all. It was just Steve and Robin drinking together on the couch while Nancy and Jonathan stirred around in the kitchen and scolded Argyle for rifling through all the cabinets.

Music spilled lowly from the radio, a platter of snacks were laid out on the coffee table, and everyone smiled at you when you walked in. It wasn’t nearly as loud or as overwhelming as he’d dreaded it might be on the drive over.

Didn’t mean he was any happier about it, though.

“I don’t know about this,” he cautioned in your ear from where he stood behind your shoulder, seeking a familiar refuge in you once all the greetings were done. “We talked to everyone, can’t we just, like… go? I don’t think I’m gonna have a good time here, babe.”

Babe, he calls you, a nickname that’s left half of Hawkins believing the two of you were really dating. You stopped blushing about it some years ago, when the novelty of it wore off and it ultimately replaced your actual name.

You shrugged, grasping for a reason to make him stay. “Steve said he had a keg.”

The big silver thing next to the kitchen island didn’t catch his eye until then. You peered up at him, finding a sudden sparkle in his gaze. His bushy brows bounced and his pink mouth fell soft agape at the sight of it. Something swelled in his heart then, a distant and boyish happiness.

“…I’m gonna try.”

He was pretty much a goner after that.

The beer was pretty stellar, but more than anything, the keg kept it cold. Eddie could barely drag himself away from the damn thing — the red solo cup hadn’t left his right hand all night. And when Steve let him handle the music, that was even better… Well, technically, he let you handle the music, but you sifted through his tapes and picked only what you knew Eddie would like — just like you always did.

Any other time, Eddie might’ve asked what the hell King Steve was doing with so many KISS cassettes, but he was already too drunk to think logically about anything by the time “Detroit Rock City” started playing. He stopped caring and let all the beer and music coursing through his system do all the work for him.

And while stumbling for his sixth refill with Robin, he concludes that he is, in fact, completely and utterly and unabashedly drunk. He’s still sober yet, enough to make such an admission to himself, but too far gone now to stop drinking.

He crouches slightly to bring the nozzle to the rim of his cup without much resistance. His tongue pokes through his tingling lips as he pours all of his concentration into aiming the beer into his plastic chalice and not completely toppling over onto the kitchen floor below him.

That’s when he spots you and Steve sitting on the couch, a little too close for his liking.

The brunette boy has his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa like he owns the place (Eddie’s too drink to remember he does, in fact, own the place) and your legs are delicately crossed and turned towards him, too enraptured in whatever conversation you were having to notice that your best friend had run off (you’d been trying to look after him all night, it wasn’t your fault he kept dodging you).

And it wasn’t his place to be jealous, he knew that. You didn’t belong to him. You could do whatever the hell you wanted to.

If he wasn’t so sloshed, he might’ve been able to recall that you don’t have a thing for Steve — that you’ve never had a thing for Steve, because you’ve spent your entire life in love with your best friend.

But you were too chicken shit to tell Eddie and Eddie was too oblivious to see any of it and it left the both of you in a permanent limbo of unsaid feelings.

So much so, that he once encouraged you to conquer the feat of King Steve one night, many moons ago. He thought he’d noticed the two of you being overtly touchy in the back of a dimly lit club.

Eddie was sober enough then to make fun of it all while still feeling every ounce of his misplaced jealousy as he playfully promised you that “you had his blessing to screw Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.”

You should’ve known you were screwed when you told him that you didn’t want to screw Steve because “you had your eyes on someone else,” and he completely missed the brave, longing look you shot his way.

Eddie spent the rest of the night pestering you endlessly about your crush, while you just sat there, red hot and embarrassed about the whole thing.

Now he’s the one feeling like a fool, watching his best friend make nice with the dowager king of Hawkins.

Being without you makes the distance feel somehow wider from where stands across the too big house, feeling like a stray puppy everyone adores but never actually choses.

Robin taps him on the shoulder to bring him from his stupor before he can waste the foaming beer rapidly filling his cup, though there was no stopping the drunken war path he goes on after.

You and Steve giggle to yourselves as you watch Nancy twirl drunkenly to the tune of the Joan Jett, louder when Jonathan fights to keep her from stumbling over herself. The boy leans over to you, whispering a joke only you can hear, and smiling when it makes you laugh.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie scolds when he stumbles up to the couch. “What’re you two love birds whisperin’ ‘bout over here, huh?”

The two of you blink up at the boy, surprised by his sudden visit and how much drunker he’d gotten since you spoke to him last.

He’s all flushed out, cheeks glowing red with the alcohol in his system, and slurring something fierce — the kind of drawled out garbles that only sound clear to the one that’s speaking.

“We were talking about you, Eds,” you smile without missing a beat. “Been missin’ you over here.”

Steve nods with a dumb, tight-lipped grin. “Yeah. You’ve been making friends with that keg instead of the rest of us, man—”

“Yeah, right,” the boy scoffs out a laugh with a bitter nod. He less than gracefully squeezes between your legs and the coffee table. “Scooch over, Harrington. Make some room. ’S too damn cuddly over here.”

With no choice but to comply, the two of you part.

“Scooch?” you hear Steve mutter under his breath with a faint laugh that has you giggling too. Eddie’s not drunk enough to miss the glance that both of you share, seemingly having some sort of silent conversation that’s left him, yet again, out of the loop.

He’s got a full on pout on his numbing face when he settles between you and Steve, losing his balance briefly before landing in a clumsy pile between the both of you. The beer in his freshly filled up cup sloshes over the rim and splashes into your lap. The alcohol stains the belly of your t-shirt, leaving it cold and clinging to your skin.

And it’s not as dramatic as the movies make it seem, where a guy spills a drink on a girl and something terribly melodramatic ensues. You weren’t trying to impress anybody, least of all with your outfit — hell, you’d probably stolen it from Eddie himself a lifetime or more ago. You don’t get angry or rush out of the room for a good cry.

Actually, you smile sweetly at him, with the realization that it was time for you and your way-too-drunk-to-function best friend to head home.

Eddie gets all sad about it anyway, though, because to him it really does feel all that dramatic. His face screws up like he’s just done something irreversible. His umber eyes glimmer at you with a particular sadness only a drunk person could possess.

“Shit, babe… I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, Eds—”

“No, it’s not okay. I’m sorry,” he slurs with the sloppy shake of his head. “Please don’t be mad at me, babe. I didn’t mean to.”

“No one’s mad at you, Eddie,” you affirm with a soft laugh, dabbing at the wet spot of your shirt with the bunch of napkins Jonathan (the only other half-sober person aside from you and Steve) haphazardly hands to you.

“I can give you another shirt, if you want,” Steve offers, already standing to retrieve it for you. “Might be too big but it’s—”

Eddie’s head snaps away from you and to the brunette boy. A cartoon-like anger coats his buzzing features. “Like hell you will, Harrington,” he tries to threaten, though the words come out half-jumbled together. “Won’t have my girl wearin’ your shit, Steven—”

You burn red hot at the new nickname, equal parts embarrassed and delighted as you stand from your position on the sofa. Suddenly eager to escape the situation, you reach for Eddie’s hand. “Alright, Eds. Let’s go.”

He accepts your touch without question, rising on swaying feet and forcing you to keep an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

He’s already forgotten what he just said. He has no idea that your heart’s just done a billion backflips for him. He focuses, instead, on the thought of a new adventure with you. “Ooh. Where we goin’ now?”

“I’m taking you back to the trailer, okay?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, suddenly displeased again. “Yeah, whatever… You wanna spend more time with King Steve, I see what you’re doin’—”

“I’m coming with you, Eds,” you laugh.

It’s like the switch flipped and he’s grinning all sloppy and stupid at you again. He tosses the smug look to the boy standing at his other side. “Suck it, Stevie—”

“Eddie!” you scold.

“You guys can just take the spare bedroom,” Steve offers despite Eddie’s teasing. “I don’t want you driving like this.”

“Oh, how fucking chivalrous,” your best friend grumbles under his breath.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you press with brows furrowed in concern. “I don’t want to, you know, intrude or whatever. I’m good to drive—”

“No, it’s fine. Really. He should probably lie down anyway.”

“Yeah… Okay.”

“You know where it is, right?” he asks you and you nod

Eddie takes great offense to your affirmative answer.

“Wait, why do you know where it is?” he pouts down at you, figuring there’s something dirty hidden in the fact you’ve slept in your friend’s guest bedroom before. You shake your head and opt not to answer as you help him towards the stairs. “Why do you know where it is?”

“—Go upstairs, okay?” you shout over him, trying your best to stay patient. “I’ll check on you in a second.”

He lingers on the first stair and juts out his lip. His pointer fingers trails the intricate carvings in the wood of the banister while his glassy puppy dog eyes glimmer down at you. “…Promise?”

“Yes, Eddie. I promise.”

With that, he makes careful work climbing the stairs, hanging onto the railing for dear life as he goes. You watch attentively, prepared to rush to him if he stumbles, and able to breathe out a sigh of relief when he makes it to the top step.

You turn away from the hallway of the staircase and back to your friends, who — save for Steve and maybe Jonathan — haven’t yet bothered to acknowledge the situation.

Robin is rifling through Steve’s cabinets for food, Argyle’s at the keg pouring beer into his mouth straight from the nozzle, and Nancy hasn’t stopped dancing the entire time. You’re not even sure if she knows the song.

“I didn’t know you guys were dating,” Stevie remarks with a smile. “No wonder he was being so… like that.”

You shake your head and duck your gaze. “We’re not. Dating, I mean— he’s just, like, super drunk.”

“…Really?”

“Really,” you breathe out a laugh at the way your admission make this face twist in confusion.

“I’ve just— I’ve never heard a drunk person talk that way about someone they didn’t, you know… like.”

A part of you so desperately wants that to be true.

Eddie’s never been particularly shy about calling you babe or sweetheart or honey in front of people — sometimes he did it just to throw them off. But something about him getting jealous over a guy you’ve never liked, calling you his girl to bat the believed ‘affections’ away, has a foreign feeling swirling in your belly.

You force yourself to swallow your hopes down.

“Well, you’ve never met drunk Eddie,” you tell him with a shrug. “The freak’ll say just about anything.”

You make your way up to the guest bedroom and find Eddie slouched at the top step. He looks terribly sad, pouting with his elbows propped up on his knees and his hands on his chin. But he lights up like a christmas tree all over again at the sight of you.

“What are you doing, Eddie? You were supposed to be laying down,” you scold softly.

“I missed you,” he whines, gazing up at you with twinkling, red-rimmed eyes. “And I got lost… And then I forgot how to walk.”

You try your best to keep a straight face as you help him up again, trying to ignore the way your heart thrums like a hummingbird when he leans completely into your side.

You walk the staggering boy the short distance to Steve’s guest bedroom.

It’s as extravagant as the rest of the house, complete with large windows and expensive furniture and a thousand throw pillows on the freshly made bed. The entire room practically sparkles, there’s not a single crease in the bedsheets; it probably hasn’t been touched since the last time one of you spent the night there.

Eddie flops onto the bed when you urge him to sit down. He makes himself comfortable with ease, legs still hanging over the side as he throws his arms out, melting easily into the newly laundered blankets.

You navigate through the darkness, illuminated only by a subtle moonlight, to the seating area across the room. The newly granted privacy of the guest bedroom allows you to strip off your damp shirt. The wet spot sticks to your skin when you peel it off of you. The feeling makes you grimace.

You don’t think twice about being in your bra in front of Eddie — he’s not even looking at you now — and besides, he’s seen you in less. You’ve been friends for far too long to care. Being naked in front of each other stops meaning so much after accidentally catching each other changing a half a billion times.

Leaving your shirt in a crumpled pile on the arm of the couch, you make the silent decision to sleep there for the night. Many a bed has been shared between you and Eddie, but he’s going to need all the comfort he can get tonight — the hangover he’ll have tomorrow will feel like hell, no doubt.

You look across the dark room at Eddie and find he hasn’t moved an inch. “Take off your clothes, Eds. You’re not gonna be comfortable sleeping in jeans.”

“Mm,” he groans in the darkness, as though in protest, already half-asleep.

“You’re already gonna feel like shit in the morning, especially if you’re sleeping like that,” you advise with a soft laugh. “Come on, Eds. At least take off your shoes.”

“…Don’t know how,” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes at him, even though he can’t see you, even though you do it all for him anyway. It was second nature to you, taking care of Eddie, and you do it with an ease that makes his drunken little heart swell.

You start with his shoes, not having to untie them because they’re so loose on his feet. His jeans come next, a far bigger struggle because you do it with little help from the boy in the bed. His belt is strangely tricky and he claims his body feels too heavy to lift his hips for you.

But what he lacks in assistance, he makes up for in cheeky one-liners — “At least, take me out to dinner first, babe” and “If you wanted to see me naked so bad, you coulda just said" to name a few.

Once he’s clad in nothing but his Hellfire t-shirt, R2D2 patterned underwear, and hand-me-down socks that barely fit him, you maneuver him so he’s lying properly in bed.

You toss away all the pillows that are more for decoration than anything else, pull the covers down and over his body, and Eddie doesn’t do a single damn thing but watch.

He couldn’t do anything even if he wanted to because his heart is so far in his throat he can’t breathe.

You’re so unfamiliarly soft with him — sweet in your way than anyone will ever be to him in his lifetime, than anyone will ever be to anyone else.

The love you bathe him in half-sobers him and tosses him into a spiral of self-hatred. Why did it take getting drunk at Steve’s place to realize he’s been so head over heels for you he hasn’t stood up straight in years?

Drunken words sit impatiently on his tongue. He lacks the self-control to keep the hidden.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles tiredly.

Your hands almost immediately still where they bunch the covers up at his chest. Your eyes dart to his face and it takes everything in you not to duck away all over again, when you see the way he’s looking at you.

Eddie looks so soft, basked in a soft moonlight streaming in through parted sheer curtains.

His brown eyes twinkle with stars of their own. He gazes up at you like you put them there.

He doesn’t miss the shock that coats your features. Your eyes widen in surprise of his words at first, before your brows furrow and you shake your head to yourself in denial — like you’re not deserving of them. Like you’re not standing over him in your baggy jeans and five-year-old cotton bra after he spilt his beer all over you, taking care of him because he’s too drunk to take care of himself, doting on him like it’s second nature to you.

As far as Eddie’s concerned, there’s never been a sight more beautiful than this one.

“Stop,” you manage a laugh, still swallowing down that glimmer of hope that lingers on the back of your tongue. “You’re drunk, Eds.”

“Yeah. Super drunk,” he nods unabashedly. A distant smile hints at the corner of his lips as he gazes up at you like he’s trying to commit your features to memory — the angle of your nose, the shape of your jaw, the softness of your lips, and the way you’re looking down at him like you’re wondering if he’s real or not. “And in the morning, when I’m sober, you’ll still be beautiful… I’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you.”

You never thought Eddie would say something like this — not something so profound it makes your heart stop and especially not to you. You always dreamed that he might. And you had nightmares that it wouldn’t. That he would utter them to someone who wasn’t you.

But here he is now, loving on you and calling you pretty and hating himself for not being able to tell you that, and you don’t know what to do.

“…Okay,” is all you can say in response, nodding your head like an idiot. You force yourself to move on quickly, focusing instead on tucking him further into the unfamiliar bed.

It’s easier than concentrating on your racing heart that ticks like a time bomb seconds away from going off.

“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” he murmurs quietly, blinking slow and heavy up at you. “I’m sorry… I know I don’t deserve it—”

“I’ll take care of you forever, Eds. You know that,” you interject without thinking. “And you don’t ever have to apologize to me.”

Eddie lets your words settle over him like the cozy blanket you cover him with. They bathe him like warm water, prickle his skin like they’re cleansing him.

The intent behind them means more than he could ever comprehend, half-drunk or sober still.

He rises abruptly, disrupting the cocoon you’d just tucked him into, as he works with disoriented hands to peel off his shirt. “What are you doing, Eds?” he hears you laugh when his head and arms get caught in the fabric.

You help him out of it anyway, tugging the cotton over him and gaping at him when he hands the bunched up t-shirt over to you.

“Here,” he offers like you’re supposed to know what to do with it.

“…What?”

“Want you to wear it… And to go downstairs so Steve will see you in it.”

You roll your eyes though a smile plasters itself on your mouth. You slip the thing over your head and pretend it's just to appease him. It isn’t the first time you’ve worn something of his, but this time feels so much different.

“Better?” you tease.

Eddie nods with a childlike happiness.

You’ve always been his, in your own special way, but wearing his shirt? It’s like you’re waving a big, brightly-colored flag — a lit up I’m with stupid sign with a flashing arrow pointed right at him. It makes him grin like an idiot.

“Now, go to sleep, alright? We’ll talk in the morning. When you’re so hungover you wanna die,” you joke, still perched at his bedside.

Before you rise, you lean over and press a quick peck to the tip of his warm nose.

You want to do more than that, so much more than that, but you know that he’s still half-drunk — and that he might not mean a single word of this come sunrise.

You’ll revel in this softness now, either way it goes.

“And, for what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful too.”

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