#i don't smoke cigarettes it's just too goofy not to have

[swarnpert]

i used to be able to roll okay joints but i bought a cigarette roller a while ago and now i'm just spoiled using that instead

[javiscigarette]

Push and Pull

Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

Summary: Joel just realllyyy likes your dress

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) no use of y/n, established relationship, dirty talk, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, spitting, spanking, cum play, degradation (name calling), hair pulling, dom! Joel Sub! reader, descriptions of subspace, multiple orgasms, you know he talks you through it, straight up pure smut litcherally no plot

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: Might've gotten carried away with this, just needed to get it out of my system. I want to eat Joel Miller.

The sun is now fully set, the stars twinkling in the sky while the moon shines brightly. The air is still thick with heat but there’s a gentle breeze, cool against your hot skin.

The glasses of wine you had throughout the night were settling nicely into your body, relaxing your muscles and make your head feel light. You had been on your best host behavior, chatting with everyone while making sure they were happy with a full drink in their hand.

Joel eventually found you alone in the kitchen, popping lids off of beer bottles and refilling the snacks while everyone else mingled outside.

He looked absolutely delicious. The sleeves of his black t-shirt clinging to his biceps, his cargo shorts exposing his muscular legs that had your nearly salivating. His hair looked soft and fluffy; a few curls stuck to his forehead with sweat. You could see in the way his eyes were softer and that goofy lopsided grin looked permanently stuck to his face, letting you know that he was starting to feel the glasses of whiskey he had been steadily throwing back.

"Babydollll" Joel groans playfully, setting his glass on the counter as he approaches you before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"This dress is fucking killing me" He whispers in your ear before he starts pressing wet, hot open-mouthed kisses on the column of your neck. His mustache tickles your skin and you can smell the liquor and the cigarettes (that he swears he only smokes when he drinks, even though you both know that’s a flat out lie) on his breath.  

Of course, it’s the dress that he picked out a couple of days ago while he took you shopping in town, telling you to get whatever you wanted. It stopped mid-thigh, your ass centimeters away from being exposed if you bent over too far. The back was open too with thin straps, exposing as much skin as possible while perfectly stretching over your curves. 

You don't protest when his hands started to roam your body, sliding up and down your torso, stopping randomly to grab at your skin all while pressing wet, hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck. In fact, doing anything other than melting under his touch was just not an option right now.

"Look so fucking sexy, trying to show everyone what they can't have, hmm?" Joel whispers against the bare skin of your shoulder, his hands coming up to cup your breasts for a few seconds before reaching in the top of your dress to pull both of them out.

"Joel!" you gasp, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Any second anyone from could come inside and round the corner to find you with your breasts exposed with Joel's hands around them.

Joel obviously doesn't let you go. Instead, he takes a step forward, pressing his hips against your ass until your trapped between him and the counter. You can feel his hard on press up against you, sending a pulse of electricity to your core.

"Isn't this what you wanted, sweetheart? Why else would you dress up like a slut if you don't want to act like one" Joel rasps.

You bite back a moan and throw your head back on his shoulder when he starts to pinch your nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index fingers.

"Yeah, I fucking knew it, baby. Such a fucking tease"

You can't deny how much you love when Joel is like this. Not too drunk that he can't control himself but drunk enough to let his walls down a little, to be riskier, to whisper absolutely filthy things in your ear before he takes complete control of you.

The moment only lasts for a few more seconds before it's interrupted by the sound of the back door opening followed by footsteps headed towards the kitchen.

Joel lets you go, taking a step away from you leaving you to frantically pull your dress back up to cover yourself. Tommy rounds the corner, immediately filling in Joel with a funny story about something that just happened outside. Tommy barely acknowledges you, too drunk to be polite right now. Your thankful that he’s completely oblivious to your reddened cheeks and flustered expression. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself, ignoring the way you can feel your slick already soaking your panties.

Joel takes two of the beers that you just opened and hands one to Tommy. They continue to chat as they walk out of the kitchen, Joel quickly turning to quickly eye you up and wink at you before turning the corner and heading back outside.

You let out a shaky sigh, half tempted to go upstairs and finish the job yourself. But you need to be a good host. You smooth your dress out, making sure everything is tucked in properly before you carry out the rest of the beers and the snacks. You make sure everyone is happy before you find Joel again, who's now sitting in a chair, talking with Tommy and a group of other men from work.

He catches sight of you, his eyes narrowing and a slight smirk creeping up on his face as you walk over to him. 

"Can I get you boys anything?" you ask sweetly, standing next to where Joel is sitting, resting a hand on his shoulder.

The men decline wanting anything else, happy with their glasses of whiskey and cold beers in their hands.

"We were just talking about how good of a host you are, sweetheart" Joel says with a knowing smirk, his eyes never leaving yours. He snakes a hand behind you before resting it just below the hem of your dress.

You blush, tingles radiating from where Joel's hand rests on your thigh to the rest of your body. Even the simplest of touches had your knees trembling.

"Can you get a smoke for me babydoll? The pack is on the table over there" Joel asks with a sly grin and a squeeze to the back of your thigh.

You glance over to the picnic table that's a couple of feet away, his cigarettes sitting on the far edge.

What a perfect opportunity to get him back for his little stunt in the kitchen.

You smile down at him before turning to saunter over to the picnic table, your hips swaying loosely with every step. You can practically feel Joel's eyes burning holes into your back.

You don't walk around to the other edge of the table. Instead, you rest a knee on the bench and lean over the table to reach the other side and grab the pack. You try your best to make sure that Joel gets a good view of how your dress rides up as you move. You know you succeeded when you hear him choke behind you, trying to cover it up with a cough when he catches a glimpse of your bare pussy. You hadn't had the chance to tell him that you had removed your soaked panties after he felt you up in the kitchen earlier, not bothering to put on a fresh pair.

With the pack and lighter in your hand, you stand up on both feet and turn around. Joel is staring straight at you, his eyes so dark and face stern that you’d be scared if you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. You fish a cigarette out of the pack, holding it up to your lips before lighting it and taking a drag. He doesn't take his eyes off you as he picks up his glass and finishes his whiskey in one gulp, watching as you return to his side.

"Here you go" you say with an innocent smile, handing him the lit cigarette.

Joel doesn't break his stare as he plucks the cigarette from between your fingers and places it between his lips. He takes one quick puff before standing up right in front of you. He wraps an arm around his waist and pulls you into his side.

"Well I'm just exhausted, think it's time for us to get ready for bed." Joel announces loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

Within 20 minutes, Joel is ushering the last guest out of the house, trying not to engage in anymore conversations while you bring in the dishes and empty beer bottles back into the kitchen.

Your skin is tingling with excitement, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to face whatever you ignited in Joel.

You hear the front door slam shut as your wiping down a countertop. You barely have time to turn around before he's towering over you, staring down at you with his blown, black eyes.

"It's only 10pm, Joel. You that tired?" You tease him, waggling an eyebrow at him.

"You think that's fucking funny, baby? Your cunt hanging out like a goddamn whore? Showin’ off to everyone what's fucking mine" Joel growls, his lips curling up into a snarl as he speaks. 

"Then maybe you shouldn't feel me up until I'm soaking and then leave me hanging like that" You quip. You know that you’re poking the bear, but you can’t help yourself. You want to press all of his buttons.  More darkness seeps into his eyes. You can see the tendons in his neck bulging out and the muscles in his jaw flexing as he grinds his teeth, chewing over the words you just said.

"Turn the fuck around"

You know what you're about to say is going to have Joel seeing a hundred different shades of red. But you can't help but push him, see how far he'll let you go.

"What, you're finally decided you want to touch me again? Y'know, I could've just asked Tommy after you left me in the kitchen like that. He would've been on his knees for me in a second. I know you see the way he looks at me. I bet he co-"

You can't get another syllable out, the force of Joel pushing you down by your shoulders until you’re kneeling in front of him knocks all the air out of your lungs.

"Such a fucking brat" Joel growls.

You're completely mesmerized watching Joel undo his belt and push down his pants and boxers down his thighs until his cock pops out, inches from your face. He's harder than ever, the veins running up his length prominent, his tip red and leaking. You try to lean up to lick him but he's quicker than you. He sees what you're trying to do and immediately has a hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place.

"You wear that fucking dress, your leaking cunt hanging out in front of all of our friends and somehow this is my fault?" Joel seethes.

You press your lips together, suppressing a whimper at his words. You have him right where you want him. You know that he's about to punish you in the best way for talking to him like this before fucking you completely dumb on his cock. But you want him as worked up as possible, it’s always better the angrier he gets.

"No words now, sweetheart?" Joel coos, his tone sickeningly sweet laced with a bite of anger. He brings his other hand down your mouth, his thumb hooking on your bottom lip and pulling your jaw open.

"M'gonna wreck this fucking bratty mouth, sugar. Shut you up with my cock."

That's all the warning you get before Joel is shoving himself inside your mouth. Your eyes wide with shock meet his, but he doesn't let up at all. Instead, he shoves himself deeper down your throat as you gag around him, his hand in your hair holding you still right where he wants you. Once he's 3/4 of the way in your throat, he yanks your hair forward, forcing your mouth down the rest of his length.

You can't stop gagging around him, spit already seeping out the corners of your mouth as your lips stretch around him. He doesn't give you any time to get acclimated to his length before he's pulling his hips back until he's halfway out before slamming all the way back in. He sets a brutal pace from the beginning, knowing that if you tapped his thigh at any moment he'd immediately pull out and wrap you up in a blanket, snuggling with you for the rest of the night.

But you never tap.

"This what you wanted? Needy little brat needed my cock down her throat, huh?" Joel grunts, his hips quickly building up speed.

You let out a whine, the sound muffled, and he huffs at the feeling of the vibrations around his cock. You're so turned on right now, Joel's dominance breaking open the floodgates. You can feel your core pulse and clench around air, your slick slowly starting to drip down your thighs.

Joel's pace is fast and steady now, pulling out of your throat before snapping his hips forward again until your lips are pressed against the trimmed hair at his base. His huffs and grunts as he mercilessly fucks your mouth is making your core burn, even as tears leak out of corners your eyes. It drives you absolutely wild.

He suddenly tugs on your hair, cuing you to look up at him.

"Keep your eyes open when I give you this cock"

You moan around his length, his words going straight to your throbbing cunt. You knit your brows together, eyes glassy as you look up at him.

"Already lookin' ruined, baby and I haven't even touched you yet" Joel grunts. Your eyelashes flutter as you fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut.

Joel pulls back, his cock falling out of your mouth with a string of saliva connecting the tip to your bottom lip. He wraps a fist around himself and drags his wet tip across your puffy bottom lip. You poke your tongue out at he does so, trying desperately to taste more of him. It makes him chuckle with delight.

"You wanted this all along, didn't you, baby? Actin’ like a slut just so I’d be rough with you" Joel asks as his other hand moves from your hair to cup your jaw.

You don't have the chance to answer, Joel too quick to lightly slap his cock against your cheek. A quick nod is all you're able to give him before he's using the hand on your jaw to tilt up towards him. He replaces his tip with his thumb, sliding over your slick lower lip.

"Open" he demands simply.

You open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out with a small whine. He stares at you with dark eyes as he leans over, letting his spit drip from his mouth into yours. The warm liquid falls on your tongue and your quick to suck it back into your mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. He doesn't even have to say anything before you swallow and then open your mouth to show him.

"That's my good girl" Joel praises.

He moves at lightning speed, straightening back up and then shoving himself back in your mouth, immediately choking you on his length. He lets out a sigh and a whispered curse, his head falling back when he feels the heat of your wet mouth wrapped around him once again.

He leans down slightly, the angle making his cock slid deeper down your throat as he wraps a hand around your throat. He thrusts down your throat a few more times occasionally stopping when he's buried deep, feeling his tip bulge out against the palm he has wrapped around your throat.

"Fuck, babydoll. Take me so well, this mouth was made for me to fuck" Joel moans.

He gives a few final thrusts, going as deep as he possibly can before he's pulling out. You cough and gasp as you try to catch your breath. You can feel the tears staining your cheeks and you know your mascara is probably running down your cheeks right now, but you don't care. You know Joel loves to see how much he ruins you.

You watch as he lazily fists himself inches away from your face, his hand falling into an easy rhythm of sliding up and down, your spit making the glide effortless.

"Stand up."

You scramble to follow his instructions. You're already too fucked out to disobey him, his dominance easily sending you into submission. You manage to stand up, even though your knees are tight from sitting on them for so long, Joel's eyes glued to you and his hand steadily stroking his cock as you move.

You're barely on your feet before he grips your hip with his free hand and spins you around, bending you over until your cheek is pressed against the cool marble countertop.

"Such a fucking slut, baby" Joel grunts just above a whisper as he pushes your dress up your waist, leaving your ass exposed all for him.

You hear him moving behind you and you pick your head up a little to glance over your shoulder. You turn just in time to see Joel kicking off his pants before settling on his knees behind you.

A string of soft moans tumble past your lips, the heat of your breath fogging up the cold countertop as you feel Joel's hands palm your ass before spreading your cheeks. His thumbs slide to your folds, pulling them slightly open until your leaking hole is on full display for him. You gasp when you feel the cool air hit your burning core and then again when he exhales a hot breath, inches away from your aching cunt.

"So fucking wet, baby. Is this pretty pussy dripping for Tommy, sweetheart?"

His words cause a fresh gush of slick to drip from your core. He obviously notices and you can feel the hot breath of his chuckle against your exposed, soaked folds.

"N-no Joel, it's only for you. Only ever for you." You whine.

Joel lands a heavy smack to your cheek; the sound mixing with your loud cry and echoes out through the otherwise silent house.

"Use your fucking manners when you're talking to me" Joel growls.

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand his command, your brain already turning to goo in skull.

"Sir, fuck, sir, it's for you sir. I'm only yours, sir"

"That's fucking right" Joel grunts before diving into your aching cunt.

A loud moan rips through you as he immediately starts eating you out like a starved man at a buffet. You feel his tongue everywhere, swirling around your clit before tracing up and down your slit, darting into your dripping hole before coming up to your clit again.

Your knees go weak, your weight almost entirely supported by the counter underneath you. Joel is quick to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking harshly making you sob as hot electricity pulses through your veins.

"Fuck Joel, feels so fucking good" you cry out the white-hot ball of pleasure rapidly growing in your lower stomach.

He suddenly pulls away from you. You cry at the loss of his tongue, but it's cut off by your gasp as he delivers two harsh smacks to your ass.

"Use your fucking manners" Joel nearly shouts as he connects his palm to your ass again. "Not gonna tell you again"

You can't think straight, your brain five seconds behind everything that's happening to you.

"Sir!" You cry "Feels so good, sir"

Joel hums in approval before latching his mouth back on you again. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull when you feel two of his thick fingers notch at your hole before pushing inside.

Stars dance behind your eyelids and cunt clenches tightly around his fingers as they press right up against your g-spot. You're falling apart so easily, the tension that built up over the course of the night suddenly hitting you at full strength.

"That’s it, baby. Take what I give you" Joel whispers before taking your clit between his lips once again. You nearly scream at the sensation, your hands clawing at the countertop trying to get a grip on the slick surface. He keeps up a rhythm that has your chest burning with how hard you're breathing. You try to fight the urge to push your hips back into his face, but you can't help it when you feel his tongue move from your clit to circle around his fingers where he's stretching you open. He knows exactly how to bring you close to edge as fast as possible.

But he also knows how quickly he take it away.

The sensation is gone as soon as it came, Joel pulling away from you leaving you breathless and clenching around nothing.

"Such a greedy cunt, you just can't help be bad, huh baby?" Joel coos.

You look over your shoulder at him to see him fisting himself again. You meet his gaze and he's looking at you with one eyebrow cocked, giving you a warning to use your words.

"Fuck  yes, sir. Need you always, I'll take anything you give me, sir" You moan, all of your inhibition flying out of the window.

Joel doesn't say anything as he smooths a hand up your spine until it reaches your cheek, gently pressing your cheek into the countertop while keeping you in place. You can't see him anymore, his hand preventing you from moving your head even an inch. But you do feel his tip notch at your aching entrance for just a moment before he slams his hips into yours, immediately stuffing you to the brim. 

"That's right, baby. You take what I give you and you don't fucking complain, hm?"

He starts fucking into you with full strokes, pulling almost all the way out before filling you back up in one movement, his tip nudging against your cervix.

You cry out against the counter as he falls into a fast pace, once again not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Your wet enough doesn’t necessarily hurt, but your walls are tingling with a dull ache as you slowly adjust to his massive girth inside of you. But you don’t dare to say anything knowing that this is part of your punishment.  

You swear you can feel him in your throat each time he presses into you, stuffing you impossibly full. You can't catch your breath, Joel knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. 

"S-so big and f-fast, sir I can't t-"

"Yes, you can, baby." Joel cuts you off "I know you can. You know this cunt was made for me so take your punishment like a good girl” Joel grunt, not slowing down for one second.

Your eyes roll back into your skull with a whimper as he repeatedly slams into you. All you can do is lay there, taking what he gives you. You know you can safe word out of it any second you want and he would stop instantly, but you can't think of anything worse than him stopping right now.

The dull ache of your stretched walls slowly morphs into pleasure, ecstasy steadily seeping into your bones and muscles. You're so drunk on his cock you can barely open your eyes and your mouth is hung open letting out a never-ending string of loud moans. The hot pool of pleasure in your stomach is growing quickly, but you try to suppress it, knowing that Joel isn't anywhere near to letting you cum. Your legs are trembling, your whole body jell-o as he slams into your g-spot over and over and over again.

You're both fully aware that he's steadily pushing you into the delicate headspace where your thoughts and sensations disappear as pleasure consumes you completely. The first time you slipped was after a long night of spanking and teasing and Joel fucking you senseless after you had been particularly bratty all day. He was genuinely terrified when you went limp under him, unable to say anything with tears steadily streaming down your face. He had stopped immediately and held you close to him until you came back to Earth and explained how he broke you in the best way. After that, it was a lot of trial and error, a lot of close supervision and reassurance check ins until you two fell into a comfortable routine.

He’s now completely comfortable pushing you all the way and that's exactly what he does. The tension of him choking you on his cock, quickly followed by him eating you out for a few moments before slamming into you while talking you through it the whole time was making your head spin.

Joel notices how your moans start to sound wet quickly followed by hot tears or pure pleasure wetting his palm. The tears scared him the most at first, but after you explained that they were more of a release of intense emotion and pleasure building up as he fucked you so well, he started to gradually feel more comfortable seeing you cry.

He moves his hand off your face and leans over, pressing his chest into your back. He slows his pace down considerably but doesn't stop.

"You're doing so well, angel." Joel praises. His tone is sweeter and gentler as he checks in with you "You doin okay?"

You nod lazily, your whole body shaking under him as tears flow freely down your face.

"Yes, sir. Safe word is m-mango" you choke out, already anticipating what he was about to ask "I don't want to use it, s-sir, please keep going"

Joel's heart swells and his cock simultaneously twitches inside of you, listening to you being so good for him, telling him that you're okay and begging for more, all with hot tears of pleasure falling down your face.

"Good girl" Joel whispers into your jaw. He presses a soft kiss behind your ear before standing up again, grasping your hips with both of his hands.

"Such a good fuckin’ girl" Joel huffs as he starts to quickly build back up to his original pace.

You barely register the slaps that Joel lands on your ass before he's slamming his hips at that devastating pace. Your body feels so light that you swear you would float away if Joel wasn't holding you down. Waves of pleasure washed over you, pulling you under like a riptide and holding you down until your mind goes blank of everything except for JoelJoelJoel. The world around you starts to fade away, your grip on reality withering away until it’s just you and Joel.

You swear you feel your soul leaving your body as you slip into a space of pure tranquility mixed with immense pleasure. It feels warm and comforting and incredibly safe. You're so pliant under his touch fully trusting him to take care of you. It's like you're offering your entire life to him on a silver platter.

You can hear him saying things to you, but your brain isn't working to make sense of the words, your mind too focused on his touch and the numbing pleasure of him pounding right into your g-spot. Your mouth is hanging open, smushed against the countertop, loud moans and the occasional sob tumbling past your lips as you start to drool on the marble.

Joel's watching you carefully, making sure that you don't slip too far under. His fingertips are digging into your hips, easily maneuvering you back and forth to meet his every thrust. He can't stop his own moans as he watches you succumb to the pleasure that he is giving you, seeing how malleable and soft you are for him right now. It's definitely not the first time he's delivered you to this point, but he can't help but be in complete awe as he watches you settle into this headspace.

He continues to pound into you, giving you what he knows you need. He notices the slight change in the tone of your moans and the way you start to clench around him so hard that he can't move and he knows your close. He brings two of his fingers up to your mouth, resting them on your bottom lip.

Your dizzy brain eventually registers his fingers, and you automatically wrap your lips around them, sucking them into your mouth. You hum happily, utterly content with one more of your holes being stuffed full. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, suckling softly on his two thick digits.

The edge of the counter is digging into your lower abdomen, adding even more pressure as Joel pummels into you. You can feel your orgasm quickly building up, making every inch of your body tingle. Joel removes his fingers slowly from your mouth despite your desperate whine.

You sob out loud, fat tears streaming down your face when you feel Joel bring his hand to your core, pressing his two spit-coated fingers against your clit and rubbing lazy circles.

You writhe under Joel's grip as your orgasm rips through you, choking on gasps and sobs that fall freely from your lips. Your heart pounds against your chest, every inch of your skin electrified as you are hurled over the edge with a loud scream.

"There you go, baby. Just let go f’me" Joel soothes, fully knowing that you're probably not even aware that he's talking. You're soon transported to a far away place, the pleasure pushing you out of your body and fully consuming you.

Joel's eyes roll back, his own pleasure starting to take over his senses when he feels you clench and gush around him. 

"Get so wet for me when you're like this, baby" Joel huffs.

He's not wrong. You're absolutely drenching him as you squeeze him tight, soaking his cock so much that it makes lewd squelching sounds and drips to the floor as he continues to fuck into you.

"You think Tommy cold fuck you like this, baby? Think he could fuck you absolutely stupid on his cock like this" Joel grunts between clenched teeth.

He's not expecting a response, but you moan out anyway.

"N-nooo, s-sir." You choke out in between sobs and moans.

It's music to his ears. He can't hold on any longer, the way you're squirming under him and squeezing around him, crying, and sobbing out for him is driving him insane. He grabs your hips as hard as he can and thrusts into you one, two, three more times before he's unloading deep inside of you with a loud, broken moan, just how he knows you like it.

You don't know how much time passes before the ringing in your ears starts to fade and you faintly hear Joel's voice calling out to you. You slowly return to your body, your sense slowly coming back to you one by one.

Joel has stopped thrusting completely, but he's still deep nestled inside of you, his warm chest pressed heavy against your back applying a comforting pressure.

"Come back to me, babydoll" He coaxes gently, brushing the hair out of your face. You blink your eyes open, your swollen eyelids and wet eyelashes blurring your vision. He presses soft kisses to your cheek, patiently waiting for you to come back from wherever you went.

You let out a soft whimper between sniffles, unable to make any other sound. You could stay here forever, in the warm, safe space pressed under Joel with his cock resting deep inside of you.

"You did so well" Joel muses against your cheek. He starts to rub a warm, soothing palm up your side. "Always so good, my sweet girl"

It takes every ounce of energy left in you to clear your throat and talk to him.

"Love you, Joel" You murmur with a satisfied smile.

You can feel Joel's chest vibrate with a laugh, feel his warm breath spread along your cheek and jaw. It's always the first thing you say to him when you come to, no matter how rough he is or how far he pushes you.

"Love you more, sweetheart. Lemme take care of you, yeah?" Joel asks softly.

You nod slightly, allowing him to stand up. You cringe at the cold air replacing the warmth of his body on top of you. He pulls out of you slowly, a fresh tear sliding down your cheek as you whine loudly at the loss. You hear Joel sigh as he watches his cum dribble out of your abused hole and onto your thigh.

"You look so pretty with my cum leakin’ out of you, baby" Joel says softly, running a palm up your inner thigh. "Can you take just a little more?"

You let out a high-pitched whine and nod.

"My sweet girl, taking whatever I give her" Joel whispers, swiping a finger through the cum that seeped out of you before gently pushing it back inside of you.

The sensation makes you nearly shout, your hypersensitive walls clenching so hard around your finger it almost hurts. He pushes his finger in and out so slowly that you feel every inch drag against your sore walls. He quickly finds the spongy spot on the roof of your wall, hooking his finger to nudge against it over and over again. You’re so sensitive but Joel knows how far he can push, and he’s not done yet.

“Give me another one, sweetheart. I know you can. Soak my fuckin’ hand” Joel commands quietly before adding a second finger. 

Your screw your eyes shut, a loud moan of echoing in the room as you squeeze around his fingers. You want to tell him to stop, that you can’t handle it, but you can’t even bear the thought of losing his touch. 

He’s quick to bring you right to the edge. You scream as your second orgasm in under five minutes crashing down hard on you, your whole entire body trembling as you squirt around his fingers. Joel groans deeply, watching your release gush out of you onto his hand and wrist and dripping down onto the floor. 

“Oh baby, look at that” Joel says, absolutely awestruck. 

He continues to slowly finger you until you come down from your orgasm. You whimper softly and try to squirm away from his touch letting him know that you’ve had enough. He removes his fingers, pressing a quick kiss to your lower back before standing up straight. He easily scoops you into his arms, knowing it's near impossible for you to walk right now. 

He carries you to your shared bedroom and places you down gently, making sure your head is resting on a squishy pillow. He takes a fluffy blanket from the end of the bed and drapes it over you, making sure you're fully covered. 

You sigh at the warmth, your muscles fully relaxing and melting into the bed.

"I'll be right back, angel" Joel whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

In reality is takes Joel less than a minute to return but to you it feels like an eternity and a half. He eventually comes back, his hands full with a damp warm rag, a bag of pretzels, two wrapped squares of chocolate, a water bottle, and a bottle of Gatorade.

You giggle when you see him struggling to carry everything over to the bed and your heart swells in your chest knowing that he always takes such good care of you. 

He lifts the blanket and works a quickly and gently as possible to clean you up you just lay there, letting him maneuver your body however he pleases. Once he's satisfied, he quickly cleans himself up before tossing the rag onto the floor and climbing into the bed next you. 

He slips under the blanket, sitting upright with his back pressed against the headboard. Your heart is bursting at the seams as you watch him unscrew the caps of the bottles and place straws inside. He offers you the Gatorade first, watching intently as you sip, making sure that you get enough. After you finish, he unwraps a square of chocolate and holds it out for you. You eat it bite by bite, Joel holding it in his hand for you until you take your last bite. You innocently lick the melted chocolate off his fingers but it’s really just an excuse to have his fingers back in your mouth. You smile softly when you hear his breath hitch. He gently removes his fingers from your mouth, stopping you before he gets too worked up. He then offers you the water which you gratefully sip before laying your head back down on the pillow.

Joel sets the water down on the nightstand and slides down until his head is on the pillow next to you and pulls your body into his. You snuggle up next to him and rest your head on his bare chest, his heartbeat thumping softly in your ear as he wraps his arms around you. You close your eyes and smile, worlds beyond content and satisfied.

"That dress, angel. You're never wearing that in public ever again" Joel whispers as he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

"How about when I need an excuse for you to fuck me like that again?" You tease.

"Oh baby, you just have to ask and I'll give you anything you want" Joel says quietly and you know he's dead serious.

You smile against the skin of his chest, warmth spreading through your body and quickly lulling you to sleep in the safe confines of Joel's arms.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! I just finished my first year of my masters so get ready for a lot more content. This was originally a Javi P. fic but I think it went better with Mr. Miller as I writing it what do you guys think?? hugs and smoochies <3 mwah

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How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

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ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

[dietmountaindewbae]

please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

anything for benny gecko? im quite curious!

(If it hasn't become clear, headcanon requests are presumed to be for NSFW content unless otherwise stated. Feel free to submit again if I missed the mark, Anon!)

Benny Gecko (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons

Benny is NOT good in bed off bat, but he's trainable. If there's one thing the man has in spades, it's self-confidence; because of that, he thinks he's a sex god with universally applicable technique that, in reality, works on about 1/10 partners. He's the poster child for "you told me 'right there' so I'm both changing angles and speeding up". You may have to slap him around a little to get what you're trying to teach him to sink in (3 INT and also he's just a dog who enjoys a little punishment), or maybe park yourself on his face until the lack of oxygen forces him to figure out how to eat you properly, but he's more than capable of learning. Be generous with the praise when he does things right and he'll never forget what you like.

Sex with him can be pretty goofy (rough/passionate, but still goofy) and littered with moments that make you both giggle, but on a bad day he can be quite punitive. Laugh at the wrong moment for any reason on a day like that and he'll turn your ass beet red before you can blink.

Benny's pretty strong according to his stats, and he definitely enjoys flexing that strength. He likes to fuck standing up against the wall for that reason; it's a cumbersome position that doesn't really feel ideal for anyone, but he can't resist the look on a partner's face when he hoists them up around his waist.

The man tries hard to keep up his "slick and reformed nomad" image, but beneath all the pomade and the Bugsy Siegel suit, he's dirty, rough around the edges. Primal. He prefers his sexual encounters to be filthy in all ways; unwashed, sweaty, pheromone-saturated filth. Likes when you're just a little overripe. Wants both of you to be completely covered in one another's bodily fluids when you're done. Spit in his mouth and he might propose right then and there (do not take this proposal seriously).

I adore the headcanon that, under the suit, Benny is covered in gang/tribe tattoos from his Boot Rider days (as well as a bevvy of scars). He's a bit self-conscious about how they make him appear at times, but he's thrilled if you're really into them.

He's a switch, but a mean dom and a petulant, bratty sub. Not every day is a BDSM-type day with Benny (you wouldn't have, for example, a long-term dom/sub dynamic with him; too many rules involved for his taste), but those days are always...trying in their own way.

HAS to have a cigarette after he fucks, preferably lying butt-ass naked in bed near an open window with a nice breeze blowing through. Will settle for a cigar, but you're gonna have to listen to him bitch about how he'd rather have a regular smoke while his soft cock is flopping everywhere. Distracting. Annoying. Very Benny Gecko.

Hard 15 minute timer from "cumming his brains out" to "so deep asleep you can't rouse him for shit". Make sure you get yours before he gets his, and don't fuck him in your bed if you don't want him to spend the night. You won't be able to get him to leave once he's snoring.

[lovelybucky1]

Trailer Trash!Anakin NSFW Alphabet

this wonderful au was created in part by @fuckmyskywalker 🫶🫶

warnings: AFAB!reader, substance use (smoking and alcohol), degradation, daddy kink, age gap, mentions of pregnancy, exhibitionism, vouyerism, public/semi-public sex, anakin is a bad person in this au, dead dove do not eat, 18+ minors DNI

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A = Aftercare- Unless you count a cigarette as aftercare, you won't be getting much. He likely won't kick you out of bed, but anything more than laying in bed together, sharing a smoke, and a little pillow talk is out of his wheelhouse.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)- He's an ass man all the way. He loves when you walk around in short shorts or just your underwear to show off your ass (only for him, though). He always has a hand on your ass to grab, pinch, squeeze, or slap it, no matter where you are.

C = Cum- As irresponsible as it is, he loves cumming inside you. He loves the idea of knocking you up and claiming you as his, but he's not a kid anymore. He understands the risks of making you his sweet little twinkie. If he can't cum inside you, he wants to cum on your face. He hates pulling out if it's not to paint your pretty face.

D = Dirty secret- He apparently got a girl knocked up after a truck stop hookup. When she called him to tell him the news months later, he told her it was her problem. She should have kept her legs closed, after all.

E = Experience- He is very experienced. His ex-wife Padme was his first and the only woman he was with for seven years. At the beginning of their relationship, the sex was great. Steamy, full of passion and romance. After they got divorced, Anakin sowed his wild oats. At 26, he was still young and hot and it didn't take much effort to get women to go home with him.

F = Favorite position- Anakin is a lazy bastard. He likes it when you're on top and all he has to do is lay back and watch. He'll grope and mumble praise, but he expects you to do all the work. If he does take a more active role, it's to bend you over and fuck you from behind. He watches you ass and thighs jiggle with each thrust.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- He's not too serious, but he isn't goofy either. He likes to tease and talk shit. When he laughs, he's laughing at you, not with you. And if you laugh at him, you'll suffer the consequences.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- Anakin doesn't groom. Maybe he'll trim if it's really unruly, but for the most part he just lets it go. The only thing he shaves is his face.

I = Intimacy- If you're in a relationship, he'll be very intimate. Anakin is a passionate guy so if you're in love, he'll make your head spin. If it's just a hookup, the sex will be good but it will feel a little disconnected.

J = Jack off- This guy thinks with his dick. If he's not having sex, he's jerking off. Even in his older age, his sex drive hasn't gone down any. He's still as horny and desperate for pussy as he was when he was first married. His whole trailer is a biohazard. Don't shine a blacklight around there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)- He likes to be called Dad or Daddy, especially if you have a significant age gap between you. He loves feeling like he's corrupting you and taking away your innocence, weather that's through sex or the use of substances. He also loves to degrade you because it makes him feel so powerful to reduce you down to nothing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)- Literally anywhere. Anywhere in his trailer, on the porch, outside in the grass, in his car, against the hood of the car. He isn't picky but he is horny, so he'll take whatever he can get.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- Seeing you in any kind of revealing clothing gets him going. Of course he doesn't want anyone else to see you that way. It's just for him to ogle at.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- He wouldn't let you take too much control. He's a dom and he doesn't like when your head gets too big and you start giving him attitude.

O = Oral- Anakin loves getting head. He isn't ashamed to ask you for it and honestly, he almost expects it from you. He'll eat you out, but only so you'll reciprocate.

P = Pace- Anakin is deep and rough, but he takes his time if he can. When you're on top, he'll hold your hips to prevent you from going too fast, which is a subtle way to show his control over you. When he's on top, he'll keep his pace no matter how much you beg for it faster. He likes to drag it out and make it last, but don't underestimate his ability to have a quickie.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- Anakin loves a quickie. Of course he prefers it when he has time to use you in all the different ways he wants to, but there's something so dirty about a quickie that he loves.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- Anakin is not afraid to take risks, especially in the bedroom. As long as he's in charge, he doesn't care. He has some pretty unconventional sexual preferences, so he would be open to trying some things you suggest as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- He's strong and can go for a while, but after years of chain smoking, he gets breathless easier. When you're on top, he can go as long as he wants, though he usually gets too impatient to drag it out. When he's on top, one round is his max.

T = Toys- Ankain would refuse to use any toys on you or let you use them even if he isn’t around. He says that you shouldn’t cum around anything other than his dick and he doesn’t want a greedy slut who needs more than what he can offer. He is a bit of a hypocrite, though, because he does have a toy he uses occasionally. A homemade Pringle can fleshlight. He stuffed a sponge inside the can and covered it with a condom and he fucks it occasionally. It’s not as good as a real cunt, but it gets the job done and hey, it was cheap.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- All Anakin does is tease. He likes to see you squirm and suffer and he makes fun of you the whole time he tortures you. He'll make you beg for mercy but it likely won't be enough to get him to play nice. Anakin has always had a reputation for ruining nice things, and it's no different when it comes to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- Anakin isn't too loud when he moans. He will groan and swear under his breath, but most of the noise he makes comes from him running his mouth. He talks so much shit the whole time during sex. His dirty talk is effective at making your head spin and your cunt throb, but sometimes you wish he would just shut up. He loves the sound of his own voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)- He likes to go to strip clubs to watch the dancers like the pervert he is, but he can't afford to pay for a private dance or even to tuck a bill or two into their waist bands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)- Anakin has strong, built arms from years of mechanic work, as well as weight lifting. He used to have defined abs but now he's a little softer around the middle. He still tries to keep fit, but with the amount of beer he drinks, it's difficult to counteract. He has shitty tattoos all over, most of which were done in someone's basement. His dick is big; your fingers just touch when you wrap your hand around him and it reaches so deeply inside of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- He is always so fucking horny. He always wants you, but if he's been drinking, the slightest thought of you turns him on. He wants you anywhere and everywhere. He doesn't care if he comes off as a dirty old man because he is one.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- If he's sober, he'll stay awake for a while. If he's drunk, however, he will only stay awake long enough to have a cigarette.

[the-kr8tor]

Crossed Stitch

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), brief mention of fainting, cw injury, drinking, description of illness, reckless driving, cursing.

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CHAPTER 7 >>> CHAPTER 8

Hobie lied to you.

He absolutely does not feel well. Shutting off his engine, he weakly waves to Ned, smoking outside the pub. The place is packed, loud voices and music can be heard.

Ned scrunches his nose at Hobie, "bruv, you don't look too good" He offers Hobie a cigarette, he declines it, thinking it might make him feel worse.

"Yeah, I know" Hobie wipes his sweat off his brow, he feels a fever coming. Maybe he should've listened to you.

"What's wrong with you? Flu?" Ned flings his cigarette onto the street, the light flickering out.

"Spider bite"

"What the fuck" Ned laughs, patting his shoulder. "Fucking hilarious, bruv. Go get it checked"

"I'm fine, I'll just go show my face and leave" he huffs, almost breathless.

"You sure? I'll get you some water then, c'mon" Ned leads Hobie by his sagging shoulder.

Entering the pub, everything seems to be brighter and louder than before. Hobie hears glasses clinking everywhere, loud laughter ringing in his ears. He scrunches his nose, Yuri and James spots them from their booth.

"Oof you look a little green there, Hobie" Yuri schooces to give Hobie some room to sit on.

The leather squeaks when he sits down, groaning at the bright lights. Hobie rubs his eyes using the heel of his palms.

"Did you pregame or somethin'?" James asks, nursing a pint.

"He's sick, poor Hobie," Ned chuckles, handing Hobie a glass of cold water.

"Shut up, you bloody tosser" Hobie grumbles.

"How'd it go with y/n?" Yuri questions Hobie.

He doesn't have time to answer her question when Hobie touches the cold glass, it feels weird in his hand, wincing, pulling back his hand like it burnt him. "Fuck" the glass falls in slowmotion, he catches it before it shatters into the hard floor.

The group looks at him surprised and amazed at his fast reflexes.

"Yoooo" Ned exclaims. Yuri acts unimpressed, checking her nails.

"How'd you do that?" James watches as Hobie gulps the entire drink, glass thumping against the wooden pub table.

"I've got to go" Hobie's eyes are blown out, senses overwhelmed. He still feels thirsty and hungry, very hungry.

His friends call out to him in concern, Ned tries to follow him but too many people block his path in reaching Hobie. Ned tries to get his attention by yelling Hobie's name.

Wobbling on shaky legs, Hobie bumps into someone. Lacey turns around to smile at him, fluttering her lashes.

"Hobs! You made it!" She tries to offer him a shot of vodka, the smell wafts his senses.

"Not now" he grimaces, declining. Hobie continues walking towards the exit. Clambering on his bike, he speeds off.

Hobie hears Ned and Lacey call out to him, ignoring them. Wind nips at his bare arms as he rides away.

He dodges cars on the road, some angrily honking at him. His eyes seem to open up to everything, aware of every little movement on the road. Heart thumping loudly in his chest, Hobie follows the road back to his place. If he heads to yours, you would force him to go to the ER. He's stubborn, thinking a good night's rest and some ibuprofen would knock this sickness off him.

You, he smiles at the simple thought of you. Hobie's glad he took that chance in the museum, judging from how you kissed his cheek and your goofy smile you made right after, it's safe to say that you feel the same way. He can still feel the ghost of your lips on his cheek, lingering on his skin like your perfume.

Distracted, Hobie almost collides with a van, gasping, eyes wide, he swerves away last minute, avoiding a collision. "Shit!" He screams, sparing a quick glance at the driver he almost hit.

You're right, he should drive carefully, especially now that he finally told you how he feels. Hobie feels like he should've been more blunt, deciding to be more direct tomorrow when you meet. He wants to spend more time with you, more than excited to see you again.

Hobie finally reaches his houseboat. Opening the front door, tugging his boots off, tossing it haphazardly. He takes his sweaty clothes off, leaving him in only his boxers. Exhaustion claims him before his hunger did, landing harshfully on his bed, he sleeps like a corpse.

—

Hobie wakes up weird, not like 'I woke up on the wrong side of bed' weird, but a 'I feel like I climbed Everest while asleep' weird. He groans at his blaring alarm clock, the sound seems to be amplified in his sensitive ears. Shielding his ears with a pillow doesn't help with the loud ringing sound.

Frustrated, Hobie turns to shut it off, shattering the poor alarm clock with his fist. He looks at his hand like it grew an extra finger in his sleep. The clock beeps sadly before it shuts off completely. Hobie sits up, extremely aware of his surroundings, he can see everything like his eyesight improved a hundred times more. From the dust bunnies in the corner of his room, to the lone ant skittering on his floors. The sound of dripping water from the faucet is annoyingly loud. The hum of his radiator stings his ears.

Goosebumps appear on his arms before a draft whooshes past him. Maybe he has a fever? Hobie feels at his forehead, finding it to be a normal temperature. So not a fever? He wipes at his sweaty forehead, moist clinging to him like glue.

He stands up, seeing his mattress covered in his sweat, leaving a Hobie shaped mark on his green sheets.

"I need water" he says to no one, smacking his dry lips. Hobie's starving like he hasn't eaten in days, stomach gurgling at the thought of food.

Opening the bedroom door, he accidentally breaks the doorknob right from its socket. "What the fuck?" Hobie's sure he's not that strong. The metal doorknob falls harshly on the wooden floors, the sound banging at his eardrums.

Grabbing the hole where the doorknob should be, he pulls it open, unaware of his new found strength, ripping it right off its hinges. "Fuck?!" The door sticks to his hand, unable to shake it off even with all his fingers letting it go. Shaking the flimsy wood, he has no other choice but to bang it on the side of the wall, it shatters effortlessly. He looks at the shards of wood with shock and confusion.

Hobie breathlessly looks at his hand where a piece of the door is still stuck on his palm. He tries to shake it off while heading towards his bathroom. More aware of his strength, he carefully pushes the door with his hip. Stepping inside he opens the faucet to wash off his supposed sticky hand. Hobie, forgetting about his unusually strong grip, flings the metal right off the sink, water splashes his face in a rush.

"No!" He splutters, water hitting him right on his face.

Panic settles in his chest, he grabs whatever piece of cloth he has inside the small bathroom, tossing it to the gushing water, trying to stop its flow. His ear perks up when he hears your footsteps getting closer to the door. He has no idea how he can hear your shoes hitting the floor of his boat.

"Shit" Hobie can't let you see him like this. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he looks like a mess. Water dripped from his face to his torso, hair sticking in different angles, lips dry from dehydration. Not to mention he's only wearing his boxers.

Rushing out of the bathroom, he slips on the wet floor, sliding around his boat, hip hitting his rickety table, the landline and answering machine falls harshly on the ground. He falls on his ass trying to save it from falling.

The phone's dial tone beeps loudly. His answering machine lay open on the ground, the speaker letting out bits and pieces of what sounds like Lacey's last voicemail.

"Hey, Hobs– are you…Hey, Hobs– here?... can…Hobs?" Her voice annoyingly continues in a loop, speaker unusually loud and clear for an old machine, Hobie has no time to silence it when you knock again, voice muffled, asking if he's okay. He looks like he's in an episode of looney tunes, slipping on the floor comically while his hands stick to everything he touches for support.

"I'm fine!" he yells back to you, forgetting you can't hear a thing from outside. Hobie groans in pain, wincing, hand nursing his sore ass. Breathless from sliding all over his boat. At least the piece of wood isn't stuck on his palm anymore, landing somewhere he wouldn't bother to look for. Hobie almost slips again when he reaches the door, using the wall to stop his fall.

He flexes his fingers, trying to control his strength, opening the door a little too harshly for his taste (good thing he didn't rip it off this time) your concerned face greets him. He licks his dry lips, trying to look semi presentable.

Seeing his jacket on you in the morning light makes him speechless, it hugs you comfortably, sleeves too long for your arms, yet you don't fold it so that you don't damage its leather. Hobie holds the doorknob harshly, trying to stop himself from kissing you right there and then.

The world grows dim around you, bathing you in a spotlight, you're the only thing that matters to him at that moment. He can't believe it took him this long to tell you how much he—

"Hobs?"

Lacey's voicemail loops again, cutting his words before it leaves his lips.

Hobie watches your face turn from concern to anguish in a matter of seconds. Your lips quiver, turning harshly from him. He tries to grab you by the shoulder, fingertips grazing his jacket.

"Y/n! Wait!" He tries to follow but he literally can't move, feet sticking to the floor like he's trying to wade through maple syrup. "Fuck! What the fuck!"

There's a sharp pain in his chest as he watches you run away from him. "Y/n!" He tries again, futile.

—

Hobie sits on his lumpy settee, still in his boxers, eyes staring blankly at the open front door, cold seeping inside. He clutches the cursed answering machine in his hands, wanting to slam it against the wall. Alas it still works no matter how busted it looks, he's sure he can still fix it. Answering machines are damn expensive anyway, even if they are cursed.

He jumps when a mosquito buzzes inside his living room, the bug's wings flapping clearly in his vision. Hobie chokes on air.

"What the fuck is happening!" He screams into the void of his empty house boat.

His first thought is you, if anyone could help him with his affliction it would be you. But it doesn't seem like you're in a chatting mood. Hobie curses the answering machine again, he should've at least said goodbye to Lacey before leaving, if he did, she wouldn't have left that voicemail. Or better yet, he should've tried harder to run after you, hold you in his arms and explain everything. Public indecency be damned.

"Stupid fuckin' machine" Hobie places the machine on his sofa, reflecting in the what ifs.

The annoying buzzing sound from the mosquito gets closer to him, he has had enough of this bugger. jumping immediately when the bug stops right above him, intending to squish it, Hobie finds himself jumping higher than before, like an astronaut leaping in low gravity. He yelps, panicking, reaching towards the ceiling.

Instead of falling on the hard wooden floors, his hands and feet stick to the ceiling like velcro. The mosquito mockingly flies past his head and onto his hand, making Hobie look at his fingertips closely, seeing tiny spikes all over his palms and fingers.

"What the fuck?" He whispers, Hobie tries to wiggle himself free. Grunting, he figures if he relaxes, his hold would loosen. Exhaling, the stickiness loosen, fingers slowly unsticks to the ceiling. He begins to fall, landing hard on his bare back.

"Argh!" He yelps a pained yell. "My back!" Reaching behind to rub his sore muscle. Hobie stands up, stretching his torso, testing his shoulders for any pain.

Hobie limps towards the sofa, sitting back down, feeling every thread under him, overwhelming his senses. Trying to tamp down his panic, relaxing on its lumpy cushions. He broods in the weird situation for a few minutes.

"I'm a mutant," Hobie says in bewilderment after a moment of reprieve. At the last word, he remembers one person who could also help him, someone who's into comic books that has superpowered mutants in it. But first he heads to his kitchen, raiding his fridge for much needed sustenance.

He could maybe try to get used to his strength, he can't ride his motorcycle like this, afraid he might accidentally break it. So Hobie spends the entire day bouncing around his boat, exploring his new found abilities, eating everything in his fridge, trying to find out where he got the abilities and most importantly, trying to call your dorm.

Hobie hopes you pick up soon.

—

Hobie bangs at Ned's door, "Ned! It's me!"

A few minutes later, a disgruntled Ned opens the door, wearing a fluffy bathrobe. "Hobie? What the fuck! It's seven am! What are you doing in Richmond?"

"She's not talking to me" Hobie pushes past Ned to get inside his new flat.

"Welcome, come inside" he sarcastically says, "Christ" shutting the door.

Hobie takes a few seconds to look around the sparse flat, boxes are littered around the place, a disassembled shelf sits in the corner, plates and pans placed haphazardly on the kitchen counter. He turns around to face a tired Ned.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Hobie points at Ned's questionable fashion.

"Don't fucking mind that" Ned tries to cover himself up with his arms crossed on his chest, "What the fuck are you doing this fucking early? And what did you do now?"

"I think there's something wrong with me, Ned"

Ned looks at Hobie's disheveled state. "Clearly there is." Hobie rolls his eyes at his friend's quip "Wait hold on, why isn't y/n talking to you?"

"I told her" knowing exactly what Hobie meant, Ned has a huge grin, proud of his friend. "And she seemed to feel the same"

Ned dramatically gasps, "I could've told you that," rolling his eyes, "good on you. Continue"

"The next day, she knocks on the door with me answering half fucking naked and sweaty–"

"Way to lay it on her, bruv" Ned teases.

"Yeah, after that we had hot steamy sex–"

Ned plugs his ears with his fingers, "Nope! Can't hear you!" Regretting his joke.

"It's not fucking like that you wanker" Hobie huffs, "she thought I hooked up with someone, and she ran"

"Have you tried calling her?"

"Of course I did, she wouldn't answer. Her RA wouldn't let me in, said she's sick or somethin'"

"Mate, look you're one of my best mates" Ned pinches the bridge of his nose. "But it's seven fucking am! I don't have the energy to put up with your lover's quarrel!"

"I fuckin' know that, it's not just that. D'you think I would wake up this bloody early? I haven't fuckin' slept"

"What else then?"

"It's best if I show you" Hobie jumps high, stumbling a bit, hands sticking to Ned's ceiling. He dangles by his hand, long legs swinging from the momentum. "Remember the spider bite?"

Ned laughs loudly before his eyes roll back to his head, falling down like a sack of potatoes, unconscious body hitting the carpeted floor.

"Shit" Hobie says while sticking to the ceiling. It's gonna be a long day, maybe he should help Ned with unpacking while he explains. But first he needs to help his unconscious friend off the floor.

—

A few days later, Hobie tries again to contact you again, leaning against his bike in your campus' parking lot, waiting to see your familiar face. He flexes his stiff hands, unusually anxious to see you again.

Hobie reeled himself in from bothering you for a few days, busying himself with handling whatever that spider gave him. He stopped calling you, maybe space is what you need, even if it hurts him to do so. He will never admit that though, not to Ned, not to anyone, even you.

He feels like an absolute stalker standing in the parking lot, eyes darting around, he hates it. But Hobie misses you terribly. He misses your voice, especially when your hand is cupped in his, squeezing his hand, telling him you're still right next to him. He feels your absence right inside his ribcage, eating away at him like spilled acid.

He finally sees you come out of the building, a soft smile appearing on his lips. You clutch a heavy bag on your shoulder, stacks of books and notebooks in your arms. Hobie notices your downturned gaze, a frown in place instead of your usual smile. You don't see him in the lot, a sea of cars blocking him from your line of sight. You walk away from the doors, mind seemingly occupied.

Hobie weaves through parked cars, eyes fixated to your retreating form. Someone catches up to you before he does, He stops abruptly, watching as someone wearing glasses taps your shoulder getting your attention. Turning around, you smile sweetly at the man in a sweater vest, lips moving to talk to him.

You still haven't noticed Hobie.

From where Hobie's standing, he can't make out what you're talking about with the guy, but you seem to be engaged in the conversation, nodding at his words. Hobie waits for you to finish talking to the man, he needs to talk to you without an audience. Hobie has no idea how to start but he'll be damned if he doesn't explain everything to you. He can't let your ten year relationship go to waste just like that.

He can't lose you because of something so stupid.

Hobie shifts from foot to foot, impatient. The conversation looks like it's about to end, the glasses guy tries to hand you something, your hands full, trying to balance your stuff in your arms. The man offers to take your books for you instead, you sheepishly thank him with a smile, exchanging your books for the package he was handing to you.

Hobie watches as your fingers grazes the unknown man's hands, passing the heavy stationary to him. The man says something, making you giggle. You point at the direction of your dorm, he nods, following you, continuing the conversation.

Hobie isn't a jealous man, the guy looks like he has good intentions, he appears to be nice. You deserve someone nice, you deserve so much more.

He starts to walk away when a familiar woman who Hobie has probably seen in your class. She jogs towards you, pink hair shiny in the sun. You greet her with a timid smile, introducing her to the other guy, you three walk by, talking comfortably with each other.

You'll be fine, Hobie thinks. But will he?

Hobie swallows the lump in his throat, walking back to his bike with a heavy weight weighing him down. His chest feels like something's crushing it, waiting for him to keel over.

—

The boat rocks softly in the waves, he clicks his tongue in annoyance. Hobie tinkers with his invention, still a prototype, he screws in a canister with a screwdriver, entirely focused on the little gadget.

Goosebumps appear on his arms, hearing your familiar footfalls. He stands up immediately, Hobie needs to explain everything to you that it was just a misunderstanding, a very *stupid misunderstanding. He rushes towards the front door when he hears you running away again.

Opening the door, you're nowhere to be found. He gets out onto the 'porch' of his boat to look for you, nothing, just your perfume lingering in the air.

"Goddamnit" Hobie looks down at his feet, dejected. He sees a box wrapped in red sitting next to his front door. Bending down, he gingerly grabs it. His eyes go straight to the piece of paper taped on top of the packaging.

It's his favour card, Hobie frowns at it, flipping the card over, he reads your familiar handwriting, a single word scribbled on it: Please.

A/N: Me: i hate miscommunication tropes, also me: hehehehehe.

Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️ reblogging encourages me to write more ❤️

[bugsmunched]

NSFW alphabet with Eddie Munson! || X Male! Reader!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Eddie is a firm believer in cigarettes after sex, or even the occasional blunt after sex. He'll make sure you're okay before getting you both waters and a cigarette/blunt to share hits off of. (Sometimes the smoking and occasional shotgunning from one another mouth leads to another round)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his own body: His hands. They're his most important assets. It's what he uses to steal, play the guitar, jerk himself off, choke you, hold your hand, smack your ass, etc. It's not a body part, but he's also partial to his hair.

On your body: Eddie Munson is an ass man. He doesn't care about the size of your ass, he just loves feeling it in his hands. He loves seeing you wear tight pants to accentuate each wonderful curve of your ass.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Eddie Munson is a filthy man. He loves to cum on your face, along with spit on it, and just see both fluids mix together to make a beautiful mess out of your face. He loves the look of cum smeared on your puffy lips after he fucks your face.

When he's bottoming, he loves the feeling of warm cum hitting his thighs and lower stomach. He absolutely loves the sticky mess it makes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is scared to admit it to you because he doesn't want you to think he's crazier than you already know he is, but the thought of you running a knife along his skin...it really gets him going.

In turn, he also loves the idea of cuffing you up and dripping hot wax onto your skin. He thinks it's so hot to see, but he doesn't want to accidentally burn you, so he says nothing.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not only is he the town freak, he's also the town slut. But people don't really talk about it, because he only sleeps with men, and typically gross older men who are just looking for a quick fuck. So when he meets you, he absolutely knows what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy, it doesn't matter if he's topping or bottoming. When he's topping he loves burying your face into the mattress and slamming his hips into you, pounding you into oblivion. When he's bottoming, he loves to feel your hands on his hips, leaving nail marks on his hips and ass. He also loves to feel how deep you go as he arches his back.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

If there's ever a quiet or awkward moment, sometimes he'll crack a joke to lighten the mood. It's always something stupid too. Like he can be balls deep inside of you and just go " so..come here often?" And it gets you both giggling- especially since you're both probably high.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's a jungle down there, but it's clean. He always makes sure to wash his junk, cause he knows how gross it can get. But he has a thick, messy patch of dark, curly pubes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eddie isn't the best at romantics. He tries his best but he's incredibly awkward when it comes to romantics. Any soft lingering touches lead to giggling cause he accidentally ends up tickling you. He tries his best though, but fails miserably every time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Uses a pair of your underwear to jerk off with. He returns them to you, but he never bothers to clean them. You know what he's using them for and he wants you to see the mess you cause him to make.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Impact play!! He loves being smacked around. He loves the feeling of the harsh sting on his skin, and the look of the redness against his stark pale white skin.

He loves choking you, especially with his rings on. He loves seeing the indents that they leave against your skin.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

It doesn't really matter to him where you guys fuck, he'll have sex with you pretty much anywhere. But his favorite time to have sex with you is right after he sells drugs to someone. Typically just bending you over, on an emotional high, and fucking you quickly.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you flirt with another man really gets him going, but not because he's a jealous guy. He just thinks you're so hot when you're flirting that he can't control himself.

Seeing you yell, even if it's at him. Something about the anger really gets the blood flowing, right to his cock.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This man is filthy but he would never EVER partake in water sports. He finds it really really gross and also a health hazard, even though he doesn't care about his health much, he won't risk an infection due to stupidity.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As good as this man is at giving oral, he absolutely prefers to receive it. Something about seeing your mouth stuffed full of his cock, tears appearing at the corner of your eyes from choking on him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, it all really gets him going.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

This man is nothing if not fast. Mostly it's due to mutual need. Most of the time you both are so needy that you don't care about taking your time, you just absolutely need to cum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, but he loves proper sex too. As long as he gets to have proper sex with you at least twice a week, he's happy though and will give you all the quickies you desire, especially if it's right before band practice.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh yeah. He'll take so many risks with you, hell fuck you virtually anywhere and he doesn't care if you guys are seen or heard. Hell he doesn't even care if he's arrested for public indecency. He's also down to experiment, he likes to make you as happy as he can.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He cums moderately quickly, but not insanely fast. However, he can last a few rounds since he often pushes himself to the edge when he's by himself. He goes as long as you can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's a FREAK, of course she owns toys. He owns toys to use when you're gone, toys to use on you and toys for you both use together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is a little shit. Yeah he loves seeing you happy and sex drunk, but he also gets high off of your begging and whining for him to touch you. He loves to tease you and make you writhe and beg. He likes feeling like you're at his mercy.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Eddie Munson is shamelessly loud. He could not give less of a fuck if someone hears him. He moans, whines, groans, and whimpers, all of the noises.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Mirror sex with Eddie Munson is even more giggle filled than usual. Something about the expressions you both make combined with the weed, makes you both giggle upon seeing your own faces in the mirror.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's long, about 7 inches when hard. That's sometimes too much for you to take. He's not super skinny, but he doesn't have any extra girth either.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very. He wants to have sex at least once a day, but even more usually. He's very sex motivated. You can get him to do pretty much anything if you promise him a quick round.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly. As soon as he's done, and you're taken care of, he passes out, sometimes even before you finish your shared cigarette. He needs his beauty rest.

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Visitors on the train

(I'm sorry for disappearing for a while, I was busy with family problems and some mental illnesses that prevent me from being happy😔, and also that I'm very focused on my comic book which I post on the Web toon, but I hope you like it a lot 🙂💞💞💞)

One dark night, Nico and Serafine were in a corner smoking and laughing about some situation, Halina didn't pay much attention as she was very focused on the train map, but it was difficult with the burning smell of cigarettes in the air.

Mordecai: so?

Halina: as the train will stop at this station, we can use it to sneak in.

Serafine: And why don't we just get to this station, shoot everyone and get the booze?

Halina looks indignant: this station also has normal passengers who will take normal trains, this includes children, elderly people-

Nico interrupted: we just don't shoot them

Halina: Have you guys never heard about "missed shot"? We can accidentally kill someone.

Serafine rolls her eyes and Nico laughs, both of them really didn't care much about the consequences. While Halina is distracted, Mordecai takes a look at the map and wonders...

Mordecai: do you think others will be crazy to get the drinks too?

Halina: I really doubt it, no one in the whole world knows about this, besides this train passing once a year... at least that's what Mr. Sweet said.

Mordecai lets out a long sigh, adjusting his glasses, something in the back of his mind said he wouldn't return home until 10:30 in the morning.

(train station)

Serafine would never think that so many people would want to take the train at night, but it makes it easier, many people hide it. Halina was attentive, she looked like a child who had just stolen coins from her father's pocket, she looked around, fussed, paid attention to all the trains... the only thing that could be heard was the clicking of her heels on the ground.

Nico: this train is taking too long.

Mordecai: you are too anxious.

Nico finishes smoking his cigarette, throws it on the floor and Serafine steps on it, after all, Nico wasn't wearing shoes.

Halina finally locates the train, the doors open and some train workers deliver some apparently normal packages... perhaps, Halina didn't want to think too much, she counted the perfect time and entered without anyone seeing, unlike Nico who had to knock out 2 people.

Halina: I say "be careful not to be seen" and you attract the attention of 2 people.

Serafine: well, it's not his fault he's so tall.

Nico gave a goofy smile while Halina swallowed her answer, Serafine was right. They thought everything would work out, but they didn't realize that another group had gotten on the train.

next stop: despair

Mordecai was looking for the boxes that could hold the drinks, but it was like a maze made of boxes, he never thought a wagon could be so disorganized.

Serafine: we've been here for hours, are you sure it's the right train?

Halina: yes, I'm sure Serafine: it doesn't seem like it.

Halina: what do you mean by that?

Serafine: mistakes can happen

Halina was quite offended and irritated by the comment, but she wasn't going to stoop to her level.

Mordecai looked from box to box, until the train gives a very strong swing and accidentally steps on something wet, he automatically becomes disgusted, but he looks further and realizes that one of the boxes was leaking.

Mordecai: I think I found the drinks. They both quickly go to where Mordecai is and locate the box, Nico opens it with some of his strength and surprise! A box full of drinks.

Serafine: it's like looking at a resources

Nico: and look, there's one already open.

Serafine, with a smile of victory, picks up the bottle that was leaking: well, we can't waste it Before Serafine can try the drink.

Halina takes it from her hand and closes the bottle tightly.

Halina: that bottle is not yours. Serafine is irritated, but accepts the answer.

After a few minutes, the train would stop at another station, and that was another's key to escaping with the drink and gaining her victory, Halina had come up with the perfect plan, nothing would get in the way. It was so wrong.

*in another carriage*

Girl 1: there is nothing in these boxes

Girl 2: it can't be, we've already looked at 3 carriages

Girl 3: there are still many wagons left, this plan is going to waste.

Girl 4: shhh

Girl 3: oh?.... She said "SHH" to me.

Girl 2: honey, you also need to be more comprehensive.

Girl 4: sshhhh

Girl 2:.....go to shit with your "shhh"

Girl 4: Listen!

The cats were silent to listen, and they heard someone celebrating because they found a drink.

Girl 4: shit, they found it first than us.

Girl 3: well, we just have to have a "very friendly conversation", after all, we are delicate ladies.

Both cats laughed at the idea, both were armed to the teeth and ready to make new corpses in the cemetery.

Halina was calmer but her peace ended when she found the carriage door being kicked open, Halina and the others were crouched on the ground and quickly grabbed their weapons, it wasn't a good idea to have firearms but they were the unique. options. There was dead silence in the carriage, only hearing the footsteps.

Nico whispers: is it a woman?

Serafine whispers: From the noise, the shoe seems to be of excellent quality.

Halina made an angry face that made the two brothers shut up, it was funny to see her forcing her face like that. The jump continued walking around the carriage looking for them, Serafine lifts her head a little and realizes that it was indeed a woman, she had short hair and was wearing a hat.

Nico looks along and smiles: it's easy, leave it to me.

Nico tries to come from behind, but is surprised by a very strong arm grabbing his neck from behind, how ironic.

Serafine shoots and almost hits the enemy, but the woman hits him in the stomach with a brass knuckle and he falls to the ground without air, Nico never thought a punch could be so strong.

Halina shoots, but misses and makes them both fall to the ground.

Halina and Serafine advance, but are surprised by 2 more armed people, she noticed that one of them had knives…… she was very confused.

While Nico was on the ground without air, the girl steps on his back, hurting him a little, Serafine shoots but receives another shot, which makes her very angry.

Girl 1: more visitors? Cool!

Girl 3: this drink is ours.

Serafine: this guy you're stepping on is ours.

Girl 4: look, we have things that everyone wants, how ironic.

Mordecai: we're not going to hand over the drink that easily.

Girl 2: and we're not going to hand over your friend that easily.

Halina:.... If you wanted, you could have already made holes in this carriage... what do you want?

Girl 1: how about a deal?

to be continued...

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Intertwined // 02

02 - No Judging*

pairing; noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

warnings; cigs, college? lol, fratboy folio, short time skips, one bed? technically?, mutual masturbation, panic attacks, 18+ MDNI

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

NICHOLAS

It’s the morning after Noah’s night terror and we’re scrambling to get to our first day on time. I swing through the kitchen grabbing a banana for breakfast. Noah digs through the pantry and eventually stumbles across a granola bar that I’m not quite sure is still good.

“Hurry, we can’t be late for orientation.” I warn while snatching my car keys from the counter.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Noah calls, this time from deep inside the freezer trying to find another snack. He jogs back with two uncrustables, one for him and one for me. Grape for him, strawberry for me.

We hurriedly pile into my beat-up Corolla and hit the road towards our college campus. Thankfully we live close enough to campus that we don’t have to pay for dorms.

Silence fills the car, it’s the first time during this hectic morning that we’ve been able to talk.

Noah pulls a box of Newport Menthols, flipping the top open and sliding a cigarette out of the box. He keeps the smoke steady between pursed lips while he lights the end, it sizzles a cherry red, followed by thick smoke immediately filling my car.

“Hey! What did I tell you about smoking in my car.” I grumble leaning across his lap to swivel the window by the crank handle while keeping a hand on the wheel.

“Gosh Nick, if you wanted to get in my pants so bad you could’ve just asked.” He jokes with a goofy smirk.

I roll my eyes. It’s far too early for nonsense. “Shut up.”

He grows quiet and take a long drag of the cigarette and blows smoke out the window opening. “Sorry. I know I kept you up.” He says quietly and plays with his seatbelt, keeping his eyes low.

I tug at my lip pondering what exactly I should respond with. Anxiously I tap my fingers along the steering wheel. “Was that the first time that’s happened?” I ask, glancing over at him.

He exhales out the opening again and taps the cigarette on the window to knock off the ash. “No.” he says meekly after a bit of silence. In his lap, he’s picking at his cuticles and intently watches the assault on his hangnails. “Sometimes they’re worse.”

“Worse?” I raise a brow over at him, “How could they possibly be worse?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Sometimes I sleepwalk during the terrors, sometimes I don’t.”

“You’ve slept over my house like a million times and that’s never happened before?”

“I mean I can’t control it. It just happens.” He shrugs and takes one last puff before disposing the cig then rolling up the window.  “They happen a lot when I’m stressed.” His fingers return to their plight on his cuticles. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but… I should’ve told you before you let me move in.” He sighs deeply and slumps in his seat. “I’m sure you – or your family – don’t want me just screaming in the middle of the night.”

I turn on the street of our campus. “Noah, I don’t know why you think our love is conditional.” Though I do know why he thinks that. “My mom loves you, you know that.” I pull into the first parking spot I see, under a large tree for the shade. “Plus, you know she’s been trying to get you to move in with us since forever.”

A tiny tight-lipped smile forms on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

I glance at the clock and a jolt of panic shoots through me, “Shit, we’re gonna be late.”  

“Ah finally!” Nick exclaims once we make it into the hall that orientation is being held in. The instructional flyer folded in his hand is soon smacked against Noah’s head. “What took you guys so long?”

“Doesn’t matter, we’re here now and nothing is even happening yet.” I snap, stealing the flyer and smacking him back in the same way.

“Jeez okay.” He dramatically rubs his forehead over his backwards hat.

“Shouldn’t you be with your ‘frat bros’ over there Folio?” Noah asks, pointing to the large group of boys in polo shirts and baseball caps behind him.

Nick rolls his eyes, “Can you leave me alone?”

“What’s your name again? Kappa Apple Pie?” Noah teases with a chuckle.

“Oh my god shut up. No, it’s not that.” He says defensively.

“You don’t remember what it is do you?” I smack his shoulder laughing.

“…Listen, I’m NEW.” A slight red tint coats his cheeks from embarrassment.

I lean on Noah’s shoulder and we’re both nearly in tears from how hard we’re laughing.

He crosses his arms and turns away from us, “You guys are so annoying.”

“I can’t believe we had to sit through that bullshit for a whole hour at 7 am.” Noah kicks the dirt in front of him as we walk to our first class, English.

“Yeah, it was lame.” I say mindlessly, playing with the strap on my backpack.

Noah looks over at me concerned, “You okay?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my daze and shake my head. “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. There was a tiny guilty part of me that almost wanted for it to happen again. Why would I want my friend to have a horrible dream like that again?

Maybe I just liked the extra warmth he brought to my usually cold and empty bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back on the floor tonight and you won’t have to worry about my tossing and turning.”

“Oh no, no.” I’m quick to respond, “No, it’s okay. I think it would be better for you to just sleep in my bed. Ya know, in case it happens again?”

He furrows his brows at me and for a moment I get an odd pit in my stomach that feels like I’ve been caught in a lie. “Are you sure? Because you’ve never been a fan of sharing beds before?” He seems to remember something causing him to bust out laughing. “Remember that time I kicked you out of your bed in my sleep when we were like in 6th grade?” He nudges my shoulder, still laughing hard enough to shake his entire body. “You’ve made me sleep on the cold, hard floor ever since then.” He said with a playful pout.

“I didn’t ‘make you sleep on the floor’,” I roll my eyes. “You broke every single blow-up bed we got you.”

He giggles, “I know I’m just playin’.”

I sigh, “But yeah. If you wanna keep sleeping in my bed that’s fine.”

“Cool.” He says with a smile. “It sure beats the cold, hard floor.” He teases dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Guys!” Calls a voice from behind us and both of us turn to look at the source.

Nick catches up to us with a taller, bearded man following close behind him. Both of them are wearing similar hats with the same frat sigils on them.

“Hey Folio.” Noah and I say almost in unison.

“Hi guys, so, this is Bryan. He’s the sophomore that’s supposed to be mentoring me.” He introduces the mystery man with showcase-y hands that would put Vanna White to shame.

He waves a small awkward wave, “’Sup.”

“Our frat is throwing a party at the end of the month to kick off the new school year. Bryan said I’m allowed to invite whoever I want. Right Bryan?” Folio grins wide, evidently excited.

Bryan looks exhausted, like a mother who’s been with their toddler all day. “Yes. I did say that.”

“Well, that’s really nice Nick but you know we’re not really party peo–”

Noah cuts me off, “I’m down.” He says quicker than I can even stop him.

I snap my head at him confused. “You are?” I knit my brows at him and hope my eyes communicate my confusion.

“Yes.” He says through the teeth of his forced smile. “Yes Nicholas, and you’re coming with me.”

“What? I never agreed–”

“Great!” Exclaims Folio, looking extremely eager next to Bryan who looks like he’s in desperate need for a quad shot of espresso.

We were barely invited to parties to begin with but whenever we were, we’d always just stay home and play games. Which I was fine with. I’ve always fine with just staying in with either just one or both of them. Since Nick was on the football team, he sometimes went to their parties, but Noah and I never did. We would literally sit and talk about how parties are stupid and overrated and overwhelming.

Nick wanting to go to his frat party made sense, but Noah? I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Bryan and Folio went separate ways for their classes while Noah and I kept walking to English.

It was quiet between us for a bit, probably since Noah knew how I felt about his choice. I finally broke the silence. “Why the fuck would you say yes to a frat party?”

Noah sighs, “C’mon Nicholas. We’re in college now! We should be doing college things!”

“What happened to saying parties are overrated and scary?”

Noah stops walking and I quickly follow suit. “I don’t want to be lame anymore Nick.” He says like it’s the most serious thing in the world. “I want to make friends and do college things and get drunk and meet girls!”

For some reason his words sting in a way I’ve never felt before and it bubbles an unexplainable anger in my chest. “Fine. But I’m not going.” I begin walking towards class again, this time with heavier, faster footsteps.

“What!” Noah calls after me, though I’m confused as to why he’s so shocked. “Nicholas! Wait!”

I let out an exacerbated sigh and stop, letting my head fall back so I just stare at the fucking sky rather than him. “What.”

“Please, c’mon” He whines and takes my wrist into his hands. There’s an odd, tiny buzz that tingles where his fingers meet my skin but I don’t think much of it. It must just be static electricity or something. “I can’t go to my first college party ever without my best friend.” He tugs playfully at my arm. “Please?”

When my eyes finally land on him, he’s looking at me with a pout and puppy dog eyes that I never seem to be able to say no to. “Fine. One party. That’s it.”

A huge grin spreads across his face and thanks me by pulling me into a big hug. “Thank you!” He pulls away still holding my wrist. “It’ll be fun! You won’t regret it. I promise!”

Something tells me I will most definitely regret it.

Noah had slept in my bed for the past couple weeks and it was the closest we’ve ever really been physically. It got old really quick with the way he kicked in his sleep and how his boney knees would somehow always end up in my back. But as the fall weather began to roll in and the colder the nights got, I grew to be grateful for his warmth.

I didn’t think much of it until one morning I felt something poking at my back. I let out a sleepy groan and rub the sleep from my eye, readjusting slightly until I realize what is jabbing at me. As I turn onto my back, Noah wakes up slowly, but his eyes shoot open when he feels his erection poking at my hip. He immediately moves his hips back and brings more duvet to cover himself further. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His cheeks flush.

I eye him and am soon confused as how my body is reacting. I’m hard at the thought of him being hard next to me. Or maybe I was already hard when I woke up, that definitely must be it.

I clear my throat, “It’s fine. It happens.”

He nods without another word and looks everywhere else but me.

“What do you… normally do when you wake up like that?” I don’t know why I asked, I know the answer.

“I… you know.” He says quietly.

“Do you um… want to do that right now?” I want to hit myself.

Why would I fucking say that?

“Well…yeah. But I can’t exactly do…that.”

“Why not?” I blurt out and feel immediate regret. I don’t know what’s driving my words but it’s definitely not my brain.

He looks caught off guard, which makes fucking sense because why the fuck would I say that. “I mean… you’re here.”

I press my lips together before speaking again. “I won’t judge. I…want to, too. So, if we both do it then… we can’t really judge each other, right?”

His eyes scan my face, maybe to see if I’m joking. “Right. Uh, sure. No judging.” He nods, “So I guess, um, I guess I’ll just start then.”

He hesitantly spits into his palm then slithers his thin lanky arm down beneath the covers and into his PJs, he hisses, probably from his cold of his hand.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest I think it might rip through my ribcage. When his hand starts moving it occurs to me that I agreed to this too and nerves fill my body. What was I thinking, why would I do this. We’re both virgins except for an awkward blowjob I got junior year, so I’ve never done anything like this with anyone nonetheless a boy, my best friend … who’s a boy. But my body doesn’t seem to care since I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. He’s still facing me, but I feel weird about it, so I lay flat on my back facing the ceiling, which he promptly copies. I spit into my own hand, trail my arm down and dip into my own loose PJ shorts.

“Fuck.” Noah breathes out inadvertently and immediately blushes bright strawberry pink. Something about it only makes my cock pulse more in my hand, I want to hear him say it again.

It’s pure bliss once my hand rolls around my member, then up and down trying to match Noah’s speed. He’s ahead of me and by the sounds of it coming close to his end. I try my best to keep my eyes on the ceiling while I palm myself, but my eyes keep glancing over at him. I feel him doing the same. Even though I can’t actually see anything, just seeing the duvet rise and fall along with his noises are enough to make precum leak from my tip. The faster he goes, the less control he has over his grunts and moans. They’re high pitched and whiney, not really what I’d expect them to be since his voice his so low.

There’s a short fleeting thought about what it would be like to have his hand do this to me instead. But the idea of it pushes me even closer to my climax. Though I’m almost scared to cum next to him, I’m not sure why, embarrassment maybe? That doesn’t last very long since I feel a familiar knot form in the pit of my stomach. My cock is throbbing and feels so fucking good in my tight grip. I bite down on my lip trying to last longer than Noah.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says urgently. His movements are desperate and sloppy and he’s practically bucking his hips up into his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He whines before going completely rigid and letting out a string of whimpers.

His noises send me over the edge, “Fuck.” I groan lowly, pumping myself even faster, chasing my own high. It feels like my body is vibrating from the buzzing that spreads across my skin. It hits me harder that any orgasm I’ve ever had, euphoric pleasure washes over my entire body as I spill into my shorts.

Our chests are rising and falling quickly, and the heavy breathing is the only noise filling the room. I’m on a fluffy cloud of bliss until I’m ripped down with the reality of what we just did. My eyes grow wide, my heart starts pounding in my ears, I don’t dare look over at him.

“I, um,” My brain is too dizzy to even form a coherent thought. “I’m gonna…clean up and uh, shower in the other bathroom.”

I jump out of bed, flinging the duvet behind me, probably hitting Noah in the face but I don’t care. The walls feel like they are being vacuum sealed around me and getting out of the room is the only thing that will save me.

I need to get out

“Um.” His voice wavers, giving away just how equally jarred he is of what we just did. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I’ll go shower in our bathroom.”

I’m already halfway out the door with a fresh outfit and a towel in my arms by the time he finishes his statement. “Okay. Cool.” I say quickly and shut the door behind me. I press my back against the door, letting my head fall back.

What the fuck was that?

It’s less suffocating in the hallway but I still can’t take a full inhale of air. It’s as though I’m being strangled by a ghost.

I quickly recognize that it’s a panic attack that’s creeping up my spine.

Normally when I have panic attacks, I go to Noah, or I use my inhaler. But both are in my room right now.

How am I supposed to go back into my room and ask Noah for help after what we just did… that.

“It’s okay.” I reassure myself breathlessly, unable to move my body. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to focus on my breathing enough just to walk. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Abruptly, the door behind me is pulled open and I stumble back so hard I think I might land on the ground.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were still there.” He begins with a slight awkwardness in his tone. His eyebrows furrow at me when he notices my jagged breathing. “You okay?”

The moment my shaky eyes meet his, he knows.

I don’t know how he knows, but he does.

He always knows.

His demeanor is immediately urgent.

“Okay, just… here.” He holds my biceps in his hands, gently tugging down on them. “Sit down. It’s always better when you sit. I’ll be right back.”

I nod while air is still struggling to make it into my lungs. I follow his suggestion and slide down the frame of my door onto the beige carpeted floor and lean my head back against the frame. The room is spinning around me and my chest aches so much like there’s a cinderblock resting on it. Sweat builds up above my brows and everything feels both freezing and scorching at the same time.

Noah returns with my inhaler and a folded up wet towel. He places the cold towel on my forehead because he knows cold will help shock my system and help ground me. I feel almost guilty from how well he knows how to handle this song and dance with me.

“Here, c’mon.” He holds the inhaler just in front of my mouth and I hesitantly wrap my lips around the plastic.

“Okay, breathe in.” He instructs gently. I slowly inhale and he presses the metal down for me, releasing the medicine. “Good.”

He sits back on his legs, and I let my head fall back against the wall. My eyes close while I let my lungs regulate themselves and try to focus on the cold on my forehead.

I’m suddenly incredibly embarrassed at all of this. I just jacked off with my best friend, then had a panic attack because I jacked off with my best friend, and now he’s helping me calm down from said panic attack.

When I finally crack my eyes open, he’s watching me with concern on his face. His eyes are placid, and the edges of his lips are turned down. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Do you feel better?”

I clear my throat and pull my body to be more upright against the frame. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” I look up at him briefly then down again. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

It occurs to me that he might think this was because of what we did.

Which, it was.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“I just have this history test today.” I blurt out. “I’m just really stressed about it.”

He just blinks at me.

“Okay.” He replies simply.

He plays with his hands anxiously for a short bit. “It doesn’t matter.” He says quickly.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter why you’re having a panic attack.” His fingers subconsciously pick at his cuticles. “Or where. Or when. Or how.” His eyes fall to his hands. “I’m here anyways. Always.”

I stay silent because I don’t quite know what to say but he looks back to me sternly.

My stomach flips inside out when he holds out a pinky to me. “Okay?”

I meet his dark brown eyes and they’re full of something I can’t place. But it fills my chest with an overwhelming feeling of safety and stillness. It’s the same sort of safe and sound you only feel when you land in your own bed after a long day. Which confuses me. I’ve never felt that with a person. I’m not sure I even knew that was possible.

I timidly bring my pinky up and hook onto his.

A small smile forms on his lips, “Always.”

I squeeze his pinky, “Always.”

Next Chapter -> 03 - when the party's over

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Hello, this may be a little on the dark side idk. I lost my father 2 weeks ago and I guess I just wanted to request an eddie blurb or something making bestfriend!reader feel better mayhe some mutual pinning or something. Of course you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it 😞

Authors Note | Dear Anon, firstly I'd like to extend my most sincerest condolences, I am truly sorry and hope that you are okay. Secondly - a grateful thank you for entrusting my writing to capture what you need. I hesitated with your request because I wasn't quite sure how to do it justice, I haven't written a lot of fluff, but I've given it my absolute all, and I really hope this is what you were looking for 🖤

Here to stay

Pairing | Eddie x best friend

Post summary | Life has been a little bit hard recently, so of course Eddie is right there to comfort you exactly how you needed to be, both of you caring towards each other in a way more than most best friends usually would.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, soft Eddie, caring Eddie,

Post Warnings | Vague general mental health of reader, feels a little bit down

Word count | 1.8 K

You were hovering on the edge of the mussed bed, the sheets cold from where you’d refused to lie back down, afraid that the nightmare was still hovering on the surface, waiting to suck you back into its terrifying depths. 

No sleep wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for you, these past few weeks had been hell, the most trying of your life. It felt like the kicks just kept on coming, refusing to give you a break as you scrambled to piece back the broken fragments of yourself. 

You had support in the form of your goofy, charming and irrevocably blind best friend, Eddie. More friendly support and care than you could ask for, but it wasn’t a friendship you wanted anymore, and you knew that, after crying out your feelings for a better part of a day, you couldn’t deny it anymore. After everything you’d been through recently, after what you’d lost, you weren’t going to risk burning your friendship with him past the point of no return. 

Sometimes, in the raging storm that was your life, Eddie was the only thing that kept you sane. 

And so, you’d resulted in the coping mechanisms that had been embedded in you for years, curling in on yourself and refusing to let anyone in as you sorted through your own emotional turmoil. 

You knew your prolonged absence was hurting him, having gone from spending almost every day with each other to barely catching glimpses of you as you slipped from the trailer park to the grocery store, only leaving the safe haven of your empty home to buy the necessities to live. 

But you were exhausted, emotionally beat down from the woes of life and you knew that if you let Eddie in right now, he’d see through the cracks, you doubted that you’d be able to hold back the truth that was begging to be let go. 

No, you’d suffer through this on your own, come out the other side of it as you always had, and then return back to life as you knew it, keeping your friendship with Eddie out of danger from exploding from an impulsive admission of love. 

Your nail beds were raw from where you’d picked at them until they bled, your teeth slipped against the skin as a loud knock reverberated throughout the dark trailer. With a narrowed look at your clock face that read 0328, you slid from the bed, your footsteps slapping against the cold floor as you pulled back the curtains and peeked through. 

Sigh 

Eddie’s head turned just as you let the blinds flutter against the window, the smoke from his cigarette stinging his eyes as he fumbled with something large in his arms. It was too late to pretend to be asleep and sneak back to bed, you might have been hurting, but you weren’t rude. 

He grinned through the haze as you tugged the door open a slither, tightening your robe around you as his gaze ran over you appreciatively.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help being infected by his charming smile, begrudgingly returning it with a small one of your own. 

“It’s good to see you to.” He scoffed, shifting the basket as his arms wobbled.

“I saw your light on, and I figured now was as good a time as any for some self-care from your bestie.” He dipped his arms so you could see the treats he’d brought you. 

Packets of face masks, snacks that you had long forgotten telling him that you liked, a version of your own shower gel that you always used when you stayed at his trailer across the way, a candle, a new copy of your favourite movie, a CD with your name scribbled across it and a crumpled piece of paper that had his messy writing peeking out from the top of it. It reeked of a mix of perfume, random flowers that Eddie had picked himself – because you’d seen bushes of them around the trailer park – were filling each crevice of space in the basket. 

Your face blushed with heat as you blinked back tears, letting him push the door way as he grunted under the weight of it and strutted across the living room to place it on the counters, grabbing the movie with a wide smile as he spun back around to face you. 

“I’m not usually a sucker for these types of movies, but for you I might just –“ Eddie rushed across the floor to cup your face gently, brushing the corner of your lips as the tears flowed hot and steady, blurring your vision of him as he cooed and pressed you to his chest. 

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry.” Eddie stroked your hair as his body hummed. “I know things have been hard, but I’m here okay? I’m here.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your hair and pulled back, pressing the corner of your lip into a smile until it stayed there on its own. 

“Why don’t you have a hot shower while I set this up?” He jerked his head down the hall as he grazed his palms along your bare arms, leaving goosebumps behind as you nodded through bleary eyes and blindly found your way to the cold bathroom. 

The boiling water had helped to relax your muscles, drowning out the white noise of the broken world as you held your head under the streaming tap. But as the intrusive thoughts seeped back through, tightening at your chest as you yanked a hairbrush through the knots in your hair, your quiet whimpering turned into full blown sobs that echoed throughout the whole trailer, undeniably loud enough for Eddie to hear. 

His small knock broke through your hyperventilating breath as you creased your arms around you, cowering over the vanity as silent sobs wracked you. 

“Can I come in?” Eddie took your quiet whimper for permission as he slipped into the room ladled in steam, moving behind you as he pried the brush from between your tight fingers. His faster hands fluffed out your hair as he started moving the bristles softly between the tangled strands, holding it so it didn’t pull at your skull. 

Eddie’s warm eyes met yours in the mirror as he smiled and put down the bush, running his fingers through your hair one more time before he pressed his face against the crook of your neck, tightening his arms around you until it became hard to breathe. 

His heaviness was comforting. 

“Come on pretty girl.” Eddie’s hold was strong as he cradled your shoulders and swept your feet out from beneath you, carrying you in a ‘wedding like’ style as he huddled you closer to his chest to make sure you didn’t knock your head along the wall. 

He had the candle burning on the table in front of the couch, blankets already laid across the fabric with a hot water bottle warning them, fresh tears - but happy ones this time – threatened to reappear as you appraised the way he’d laid out all the goodies he’d brought, just waiting to be devoured.

You smiled as he settled you into the contours of the couch, recognising the scene on the tv as he plopped down beside you, tucking the blankets around your body as he pulled you into his chest, his arms snaking around you as his chin rested on top of your head. 

You tried not to let your heart beat get away from you, this was normal best friend comfort, Eddie had always been a touchy person, this didn’t mean the same thing to you as it did to him, your heart clenched painfully as you bit back the ache that trembled through you. 

Eddie’s eyes flashed down to your face as you tensed, offering you a pack of sweets he’d opened before he melted back down against the cushions, pulling you with him until you were practically lying on top of Eddie. 

It was okay, for a while, you were able to ignore the heat and coiling pressure that Eddie’s body was flooding into you, you were able to ignore the words that bubbled on your lips as you watched his chocolate button eyes close slowly, his lashes brushing his pink cheeks before they deepened from a blush, his arms tightening around you as he shot you a sheepish grin when he caught you staring. 

“What?” He whispered insecurely, his eyes darting back up to the screen as your lips trembled. The heavy words whispered between the couple on the TV, embedded in your brain from all of the years you’d watched it and desperately wished to have your own moment of clarity in love, broke the gate of your feelings.  

His face turned to yours as his brows creased in worry. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t risk him flinching away from your admission if he didn’t feel the same. You couldn’t lose Eddie to.

“I can’t lose you.” You cried, reaching up to clasp at his collar, his wild eyes swung back from your lips back up to meet your pleading gaze, confused by your outburst. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Eddie’s warm fingers enclosed around yours as they brought them to his stable, beating heart. 

“I’m here to stay.” He promised with serenity. 

“You will eventually.” You shook your head through tears, catching your lip between your teeth. “Leave” you clarified as Eddie scowled in confusion. 

“How?” He challenged, his fingers flexing around yours. 

“You’ll meet some girl, and you’ll forget all about me –“ His heartrate raced under your fingers, doubt flickering in his face for one split moment before his lips trapped yours, cutting off your rambling. 

They were soft and firm at the same time, loving as they moulded against yours with a tingling spike, your words turning into a moan of surprise as Eddie’s free hand cupped the side of your face, twisting his fingers in your hair. You felt the rumble in Eddie’s chest as your heart soared, the broken edges of it miraculously knitting back together every millisecond his lips were pressed against yours. 

“I did meet a girl. You, and from that moment I did forget about all the others.” Eddie left you gasping for air as he traced the corner of your mouth, smiling at the blush that crept your neck as your eyes dropped, unable to hold his gaze. 

“I’ve been waiting do to that for a long time, but I’m really enjoying this movie, so can we finish that first before we finish this?” His fingers tugged you back down against his chest as you both laughed, cradling the back of your head as he traced light patterns up and down your spine. 

With a gentle oh he leaned away from you to grab the letter with his almost ineligible writing, slipping it into your palm with an embarrassed smile.

"Just uh, it's a list of things I like about you, about why you're my favourite person. I guess things are pretty obvious now but um, it's there for you to read whenever you're feeling down."

You snuggled deeper against him as you pressed the paper to your heart, pure unbridled happiness that whatever happened from now, however many more kisses you shared (and from the way Eddie’s arms wrapped around you like he was never letting you go) you were sure that there would be plenty. But the carefree laughter that swirled between the two of you, still so natural after all these years, it seemed that Eddie would always be your best friend, here to stay.

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Thank you for answering our asks all the time. You're so good to us 🥹

If you are down to do another NSFW alphabet, I'd love to see Jay's next! But no rush and don't feel obligated to at all since you just did this for other anon.

Hope you're feeling better btw!

Thank you anon😭 I don't have that much free time anymore but I really enjoy answering asks.

I was really excited to write J dkskdl especially with how usually prim and proper they are around MC.

Part 1: Statler

NSFW below

A = Aftercare.

Surprisingly caring—and very quiet. When J used to smoke they would often have a few cigarettes after sex. Now that they've quit, J prefers thinking a bit by themself, lazily tracing a finger up and down their partner's spine. It's one of the few moments in which J truly let's themself express just how touch starved they are.

B = Body part

As someone who makes sure to take care of their body, J is very proud of their abs. In a J-ish way it makes them feel giddy when someone notices and touches them—specially during sex.

When it comes to their partners, J loves their ass. Grabbing and squeezing— spanking.

C = Cum

J is a bit squeamish around cum. They find it dirty and prefer it away from them and their partner. It's not like J is going to throw up if a drop of cum touches their skin, but they are going to drag their partner behind them to the shower.

D = Dirty secret

Often fantasizes about having sex in their car (sex and receiving oral while they drive).

E = Experience

They've been around. J has had a few one night stands, as well as having dated MC (optional if J and then had sex) and Quinn/Evan (depending on J's gender). J is very good when it comes to taking charge, they love driving their partner completely insane.

F = Favorite position

Doggy and cowgirl style.

G = Goofy

J prefers taking it seriously as they the entire experience more enjoyable. They're pretty adaptable on the matter, though (surprisingly, J does have capacity to be quite humorous) and if their partner jokes around/teases them, J is going to respond.

H = Hair

It would (their hair is naturally strawberry blonde/ginger). But J always shaves.

I = Intimacy

It depends on the mood, they tend to match their partner's energy. Being romantic doesn't come naturally to J, but they can show very rare moments of tenderness, especially if they're having sex with someone they're really into romantically.

J = Jack off

Has masturbated a couple times in the gym bathroom stalls after working out.

K = Kink

BDSM (spanking, blindfolding and tying up their partner). They also have a bit of a daddy/mommy kink, J won't tell anyone to call them that way but is really into it when it happens. Jean is into cockwarming.

L = Location

Beds. Couches at best.

M = Motivation

Working out (seeing their partner working out). Bratty partners too, J really likes someone who can fan their fire, though they also really like submissive/more compliant partners.

N = No

Roleplaying, dressing up. Things like that.

O = Oral

Prefers being the one giving oral, loves receiving it as long as they get to set the pace and run their fingers through their partner's scalp. J is good at giving oral, they like teasing their partner—leaving hickeys all over their thighs.

P = Pace

Preferably fast and rough. J does enjoy going slow and taking their time with someone they feel strongly for.

Q = Quickie

Likes morning quickies, or a quickie when they're really busy. J prefers taking their time, though.

R = Risk

If their partner gives them a good enough reason to, J is more than open to experiment. Otherwise, they'd rather not.

S = Stamina

They are very healthy, J has astounding stamina and will most likely not get tired by the time they and their partner are done.

T = Toys

J owns ropes, blindfolds, handcuffs… all of them to use on their partner, though it's fine if they're not into that. Jade also owns a vibrator for herself.

U = Unfair

Loves to torturously tease their partner, both with their words, especially with their actions. J's sole purpose is watching their s/o overwhelmed with pleasure.

V = Volume

Very quiet all things considered, they may make a little grunt from time to time.

W = Wild card

J accidentally watched porn on their brother's laptop when they were young and was scarred for a while.

X = X-ray

Jean has a circumcised 8 inch dick. Jade has a B cup.

Y = Yearning

Pretty normal. They don't really need to have sex all the time, and they don't really stress if they go a long period of time without having sex—they've grown a bit tired of casual hook-ups. It's been a while since J has slept with someone.

Z = Zzz.

Insomnia isn't cured with sex, there's a possibility that J won't be able to fall asleep. They'll greatly encourage their partner to fall asleep in their stead— meanwhile J will get dressed and busy themself for a while.

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Day 10: Usopp + Mistletoe

Summary: While the Straw Hat's Christmas Party is in full swing, Usopp finds himself doing all he can to coax you into standing under the mistletoe with him.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of social anxiety, alcohol consumption

Usopp watched you from across the lounge intently, his dark eyes tracking your movements. He wasn't spying on you, he just couldn't help it. Having the keen eye that he did, coupled with observation haki meant that he would notice things that others wouldn't. But like always, this skill meant nothing at close range, and didn't have any little tricks to steal your heart from so far away.

You were in the center of the room, belting carols with Brook in a jolly form of karaoke, your cheeks a tint of pink and head fuzzy from the amount of ale you'd had. Usopp on the other hand felt stone cold sober, even though he'd had even more than you did. Mug in hand, he leaned on the glass of the fish tank, hoping that this one would finally fill him with liquid courage, but he never got to that point. He felt so silly, honestly. You were his best friend, and vice versa. On one hand, he should be out with you, dancing and having fun, but on the other, it felt wrong of him to want you so close to him with no one else in the equation. He almost felt possessive, and that certainly wasn't right.

"Ya know," an aloof voice spoke up to him, standing by his side and lighting up a cigarette. "Never pegged you for a wallflower."

"I'm not," the sniper replied, setting his drink down on a nearby table and digging his hands into his pockets with a heavy sigh. "Just not in the holiday spirit, I guess."

"That's too bad," Sanji exhaled smoke, tapping his smoke over an ashtray to avoid the cherry falling onto his suit. "'Cuz she sure is."

"I can see that." Usopp growled, annoyed at the chef. "Did you come over here just to tease me?"

"No, I came to give you some advice." the blonde corrected. "But if you don't want it-"

"I do, please, Sanji."

"Alright," he smiled. "Here's what you do."

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Usopp gulped hard to alleviate the hard lump of nerves stuck in his throat. Walking was such an easy task, but in this case it seemed like his legs were weighed down by bricks as he trudged over to were you were kneeling over to joyfully dance with Chopper, his little hooves in your hands. He cleared his throat, standing stiffly beside you and released a deep breath before showing off his most charming smile with chest puffed. "Mind if I cut in?"

"Usopp, I'm glad you're feeling better!" the doctor chirped, happy that his friend was no longer feeling so down. His eyes widened at the revelation, wishing it hadn't been said out loud, as you hadn't yet been clued in on his feelings.

"Um- yeah. Now then, Miss (L/N)," he cooed, taking you by the hands. "If I could have a dance...?" Chopper giggled to himself at the snipers silly bravado, walking off to find Robin to listen to the stories she was telling in the corner. With fake confidence, Usopp took you by the waist with his left arm, and clasped your hand to his with his right, before swaying you gently, and dipping you dramatically.

You hiccupped in your tipsy state, staring at the man with a goofy grin. "Usopp, I never knew you could dance." you observed, snickering you yourself.

"There's a lot of things about me that you don't know." he admitted, eyes half lidded and self esteem growing. "But I'd love to give you the chance to learn."

"So sooth..." you gushed, blushing a bit behind your hand like a little school girl. "When did you become so flirtatious?"

"I can't help it when I'm with you," he smiled warmly, this being one of the few truthful statements he'd said all night. "You bring out another side in me, (Y/N)." Usopp was elated. It was plain to see that you were clearly putty in his hands, leaning all over him for support and comfort. "Ya know, I actually had a favor to ask you..." he trailed, glancing away, his façade cracking ever so slightly.

"What is it?" you pondered, tilting your head. "Anything for you, Usopp."

Your words made his cheeks burn as he struggled to find words you describe to you what he wanted. "Ya see, there's this girl that I would like to catch under the mistletoe...if you get my drift?"

Your eyes widened, lips hanging ajar with surprise. "You want to kiss this girl?" you asked with a gasp. He nodded bashfully, gaze still else where. "Who is it?!"

Usopp's head snapped back to look at you, blinking at your drunken stupidity. He loved you a lot, that was with out doubt, but you were undeniably ditzy at times. This made his predicament even worse, now he had to actually tell you straight that he wanted to walk over to the doorway, hand in hand and share his first kiss with you- with words and not implications. "W-Well..."

"Is it Robin?" you popped off, deciding that if he wouldn't tell you, you'd just guess it. "Nami? Yes, it has to be Nami! You guys are so close and-!"

"No!" he whispered, embarrassed and cheeks red at the fun you were taking from his feelings. "No it's not Nami or Robin."

Your eyes suddenly widened with furrowed brows at his perverted ways, realizing who the only remaining female on the ship was. Your eyes darted over to her as she was curled up beside the story teller with Chopper in her lap. "Usopp! You have a crush on Carrot?! She's way too young for you!"

"What?!" he hissed at the thought, glancing over to her to find the bunny now staring at you both, hearing her name. He harshly grabbed you by the shoulders as your scene began to attract attention. This was so humiliating for him. He leaning in closer to you to keep his words secret. "No, I don't have a crush on Carrot." he whispered sternly, before finally rolling his eyes and dragging you by the wrist over to the doorway and standing stiffly under it, pulling you into his chest.

You glanced up at the small sprig of sharp leaves above you, your face taking on a terribly irritated hue as the pieces clicked together for you. "I like you, idiot." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, one hand still on your shoulder.

"Y-You...wanna kiss me?" you asked, feeling eyes trained on your from all around.

"No shit," he smiled sympathetically. "Took you long enough," The room felt still, music and fun ceasing, the party goers seemingly finding your emotional turmoil more entertaining than celebrating Christmas. "Can I?"

Usopp hardly waited for you to answer, leaning into you as soon as we saw the grin crawl across your face, and your head tilt down ever so slightly- the beginning of a nod. One of his tanned hands found your cheek, the other hooking a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to his. You stood on tiptoes to help the gap in your height, soon enough melting back down to flat feet as your knees weakened. He was so soft and gently with you, you could hardly stand.

When he pulled away from you, you couldn't help but snuggle into his chest, hiding your face from him and the crowd. He chuckled at your reaction, wrapping his arms around you snugly as his friends cheered and congratulated him.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/N)." he cooed, nuzzling your scalp.

"Merry Christmas, Usopp..."

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Hunting dogs in a nutshell part 8

After having a little conversation with Kunikda, one of the members of the arm detective agency, Jouno walks out of the room with a devilish smile on his face. The screams coming from the poor man pleases the ears of the blind king.

"Jouno, don't break him too much." Y/n said as they lean against the wall. Y/n was never a big fan of Jouno or his tactics, but that doesn't mean they hate him or anything. They just wish that Jouno wouldn't be so heartless and cruel sometimes. Sure they are enemies, but they're human too. "But hearing their pains and scream of agony pleases me. Something that you'd never understand." The blind man scoffs and stops next to Y/n.

"By the way...where's Tachihara?" Tachihara was finished with the sky casino mission. Now he's back in the whole port mafia business. It was his main mission after all to infiltrate the port mafia. "He's back with the port mafia, the co-captain required him to continue the mission so." Y/n lights up a cigarette and puts it to their mouth, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Jouno's nose scrunched up to the stench of smoke. "I would appreciate it if you didn't smoke in here. The smell of cigarettes disgusts me." Jouno pinched his nose so the smell doesn't overwhelm him. Y/n takes another drag from the cigarette before replying back, "Then go somewhere else. Idk why your still standing here." Jouno just scoffed at them and replied with a "whatever" before walking off.

"Vapires?"

Apparently, for the past few days, vampires have occurred, and they say that the cause of it was by the arm detective agency. All the hunting dog members gathered and are currently having a meeting rn. Tachihara talked about how the port mafia was attacked by vampires. "So using a contagious ability transfered through biting. What do you think Teruko?" Jouno asked, looking at the co-captain. "Well I doubt he's lying or hallucinating. There's evidence backing up his story. Port mafias been reporting rumors of mysterious disappearance after another for the past few hrs." She said, looking at the reports.

"We're gonna need to contain it as quickly as possible." Jouno said, but everyone knows that It would be no use, Teruko drops the clipboard on the table and stretches as she explains why it wouldn't be worth doing. "Naw, it's already too late. The contagion is spreading way too fast. The best solution is to eradicate the ability user itself. Which means we have the kill them." she said. Jouno came up with a question of how they were supposed to find it before its too late. The vapire army just keeps spreading everyday. "The arm detective Agency," Tecchou spoke out. "Jugding from the timing, its a safe assumption that this is the agency's next act of global terrorism."

Jouno was looking all smug and Y/n just gives him the "wtf is that face?" Look. Jouno feels like his ears have been blessed. "What's wrong?" Tecchou asked. "Oh nothing! It's just that I only hear you say anything sensible about once a month or so. I was thinking about marking it down on my calendar." Jouno said. "Jouno be for real your just as goofy as him." Y/n spat out. "Excuse me? You little b-"

"Anyway! This task is going to be difficult. After that one incident at the live broadcast. The situation has been a mess due to police force splitting up into different sides." Y/n said, interrupting the hot head.

"That's also includes the hunting dogs that have sided with them too." Jouno pointed out, looking at Tachihara. Everyone turns their heads at him too. "I'm just simply wanting to investigate the situation! The true culprit Is out there! So please, request permission to investigate!" Tachihara pleaded.

Y/n felt bad that he was somewhat of a suspect. They don't think he's a traitor. They never thought of the detective agency as terrorists in the first place. "I agree, just to be sure. Please allow Tachihara to investigate further into the situation." Y/n pleaded with him.

Fukichi sat there in silence, thinking of an answer before speaking. "I will not permit a new search for another criminal."

It took a lot of talking and convincing for Fukichi to finally accept the request. After that, both Tachihara and the captain left the room.

"...So whats this whole thing about me saying something sensible?" Tecchou asked. "Well it's because your always saying non sensible things and your incredibly stupid." Jouno responds plainly. Y/n flicks his forehead, "that's mean. You do the same thing yknow." "I do not!"

"I'm out of here" Teruko hops out of her chair and walks away.

"Tecchou, are you now eating chocolate with soy sauce?" Jouno slowly turns towards Tecchou with his nose scrunched up and teeth clenched. Tecchou was just sitting there clueless while munching on the chocolate. "It's snack time and I rarely get a cheap day." He said. "..Now im curious, do you also pour the milk in before the cereal?"

"Yes."

"....."

"Ok that's too far, Jouno you have permission to beat his ass."

"Thank you."

Jounk cracks his knuckles and knocks the chocolate out of Tecchou's hand. "My chocolate-" "time to die bitch." Jouno jumps his ass.

"WHAT THE FU-"

To be continued ->

[groupiewhoreee]

Dave Mustaine - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dave isn't much of the romantic type, he tries his best at it but it doesn't really work out much for him. After sex, he'll hold you for a little bit, kiss your neck and then help you to the bathroom and help you clean up, and bring you to bed and sleep with you after he smokes a cigarette. He absolutely wants the best aftercare for you but sometimes its a little hard for him to do so. He's mostly used to fucking random women, (groupies), and then leaving.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If Dave had to say, it'd automatically be your thighs or boobs. He loves boobs, literally. But, he likes to be in between your thighs and kiss, suck all around your thighs. He likes eating you out too, so he'll be in between your thighs most of the time. He can't choose directly though, sometimes he'll say its your lip's because he love's kissing there. He says your lips are soft, and he also likes ur eyes, he says they are pretty to stare at.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dave has a thing for letting his load out on your boobs, or somewhere on you. He likes your boobs because as I said before, its boobs, he loves them. But his cum usually lands anywhere on you, sometimes inside of you if that's what you want, although he doesn't really want kids but, he's willing. Sometimes it depends on position. But he will do it where you want.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay, I think Dave doesn't really have any dirty secrets, he seems like a very open book in sex, he doesn't seem to have anything from you. He sometimes may not want to tell you some things but when it comes to sex he's willing to tell you everything and he has no dirty secrets, but maybe him wanting to share you with one of his band mates count? 😭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guys. Rockstar, Groupie? Make sense? Of course he has experience on him, he's very experienced, and he obviously knows what he's doing. He has pounded many groupies beforehand, it probably explains why he isn't as romantic after sex because he's used to groupies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think Dave just goes with wherever you two land in bed, even if it's weird. Although he's up with some doggy style and reverse cowgirl once in a lifetime. He is very chill on positions and he is willing to try and position you'd want. As I stated before, he's an open book, and he's willing to listen and try to do things you want in bed.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You know, I think Dave can be a bit humorous and goofy during sex. He'll crack a small smile at you, or laugh with you when you fall off the bed and make a weird noise, but he can get very intense in the moment and serious. It just depends on how he's feeling and what's happening at the moment, his mood can change time from time. Although it's mostly sweet and humorous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Same color as the hair on his head, just a tad bit lighter. He hasn't been asked to groom them, or trim but if you don't want rough, itchy hairs touching you while he fucks you, he'll trim them, course'. He has a lot of hair on him, sometimes you just can't see it because it's light, unless he's really sweaty you can see it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said, Dave isn't very great with romantic shit, it just isn't him. He does try a lot for you if thats what you want, like candles, romantic music, and rose petals but not all the time. He tries his best to be somewhat intimate with you. Although he isn't like Tommy Lee. He isn't a hopeless romantic like him, although he can be if you want him too, he wants to try his best with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't actually do it much. Sometimes, yeah when he's on tour, but usually phone sex happens. He wants to at-least hear your pretty little cries, but at times he just doesn't masturbate at all. He doesn't really touch his weenie much, it rarely happens unless he's really in the mood. Otherwise he doesn't do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Y'know, I don't think Dave is much of a kink dude. He is a little bit. He's into some BDSM, but not like gags and much, just hair pulling, spitting, rough shit, names like, Bitch, Slut, Etc. He likes when you call him Daddy and treat you like a brat, stuff like that. He likes to be the dominant one. He is never the submissive one, unlesssss... 🤨

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the bed because pillows, and its comfortable for him, because the feels. But he's willing to do it over tables, counters, in public. He tried doing it in a public bathroom or in one of those family restrooms and under a restaurant table. He doesn't mind public sex. He likes to make sure some people see how he pleases you and shit. Although, again, the bed is better for him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in tight clothes,, lingerie, all that. It turns him on a lot. He literally cannot stand it. He'll pop a boner if he does and he'll immediately pull you to the side, and when you see it, its the go 2. Sometimes you'll do it on purpose just to get him rilled up. He loves it, and it gets him to go insane.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't ever try and hurt you as much, spanking a few times is okay, but nothing to over the top. And definitely nothing with bodily fluids. (You know the ones), and nothing with Feet. Absolutely not. He'll call it off and probably just not have sex with you or leave you if thats what your really into because that's disgusting for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he adores receiving, he doesn't mind about giving. He loves to please you, especially if he's between your legs, kissing all around and then finally placing his hot mouth and sucking the living shit out of you and teasing you with his tongue just to see you beg and hear you whine and whimper for him. He loves blowies, so definitely give those to him first beforehand.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This isn't even a question, fast and rough all the way baby. But sometimes he'll be slow and sensual with you if thats what you want, but it's rare. He full on is rough and fast; pounding into you at a fast pace and making your insides literally hurt but they aren't really hurting and making it feel bruised.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a busy rockstar so, quickies bound to happen at times. Its often, although he prefers actual sex and having his time with you, quickies is usually what you two have to do, because he doesn't get much time with you, sorry.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Course'! He loves taking risks, and he's bound to experiment with you on kinks, and all that. He takes risks by some people being able to see you two fuck or maybe see you two gettin' it on, but yeah he's totally down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few rounds until he finally says he's too tired and he starts getting sloppy. He can last for a few minutes during sex until he actually lets his load out, but he can last about an hour pounding into you until its the next round for you two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Y'know, I don't think he uses them on himself. He'll use them on you though, sure he owns them but they're mostly yours. He's willing to lend you cash for them, but its rare he does so, because you usually buy it yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you as much as you tease them. Not right away pushing in, teasing your thighs and your clothed clit under the table, and you teasing him in your tight shorts and short skirts in front of the boys. He literally can't stand it. He teases you a lot. He likes seeing you moan and cry out and beg to just have him fuck you already because you can't stand it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't that loud. He grunts, lets out small groans and husky moans, sometimes squeaky moans, but usually he doesn't make much noise. Although he loves hearing your sounds. It turns him on so much during sex. He can't stand it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think Dave would be somewhat willing to share you with one of his band mates, but he won't ever tell you that unless your interested in it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's about a, 7-8 inches maybe even 6 inches at the most. It curves to the right a little bit, and its circumcised, definitely. He has a nice toned body, a lotta hair, a small happy trail.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On tour, its very high. And if he's without you on tour, its even higher. Its high when he comes back and he will want to have sex with you at home afterwards or even before if he is with you. He can't help it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quickly, but only after a smoke.

[daddygrimes]

Hello I saw your response to my question about match-ups! Tysm and i'm excited to see who your going to match me with! I hope this isn't too long!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider I looked up pictures of spiders today and I almost died.

A/n: I know, I know... It's been a long ass time. But I'm gonna catch up with it all now 😭 Forgive me

I ship you with Negan Smith!

Negan would be interested in getting to know you, for sure. He'd keep his guard up at first and wait for you to slip up in some way so he could play a messed up game of cat and mouse with you. When he realizes that you have a sharp wit, and aren't afraid of standing up for yourself, he'd be pretty infatuated.

He digs a reckless girl, but he wants to be the most reckless thing in her life.

Before you became a thing, you had been friends. Because of the same personality type, you got along like a house on fire. Negan has always treated you like an equal and someone worthy of his time. You could sit in his makeshift office for hours discussing things you’ve never thought you’d discuss with anyone. That made you feel closer to him than any friend you ever had. It was your favorite place to hang out when there was nothing to do around the Sanctuary.

Negan loves everything about you, from your tiny freckles and eyes he couldn’t stop staring at to your grungy style and wild hair that seemed to swallow his fingers whenever he tried to pass them through and unravel some of the tangles.

Negan would dig your look but he would want you to be a little more confident and not have such a low opinion of yourself.

Keep the flannels and hoodies coming. He finds a chill girl hella sexy.

The fact that you were shorter than he was made him feel like you were fragile. It made you look less intimidating and softer than any other woman in the sanctuary, which Negan wasn’t used to. Maybe you weren't a princess that needed protecting, but he wanted to be your knight in shining armor. The fact that you were clumsy and seemed to goof around even when there was no time and place for that made him want to ensure you were always safe even more. He wouldn’t be able to live through losing you just because he wasn’t careful enough and let you run around by yourself in the middle of the apocalypse.

You never seemed to care about what people thought of you, even though Negan did. He loved how you didn't seem to be bothered by anyone. And when somebody got under your skin, you did not hesitate to shut it down, earning yourself a round of applause from your man if he was around to see it. He let you handle stuff like that and only interrupted when things started getting out of hand.

Negan would appreciate seeing that feisty, stubborn side come out when you need to defend yourself or someone you care about.

But he wouldn't like seeing you destroy yourself. He'd try to nudge you into being more vulnerable and open about your emotions. And he would do a damn good job of it.

He’d be your rock, someone you could go to with your worst problems. He knew exactly how it felt to think you were constantly fucking up, always not good enough. He was there for you. You knew he would support you through anything.

Negan would like the southern twang in your voice. He finds it endearing as hell.

He would be amused by the fact that you find smelling cigarette smoke comforting, but he'd want to make sure you don't pick up the habit as well. He'd want to make sure you don't fall into that old family pattern of smoking. He'd do anything to keep you from smoking. He doesn't want you to shorten your life even more.

Negan would dig the fact that you like swimming. He'd enjoy taking you for a swim.

He'd love that you like horror movies and rainy days. Rain reminds him of the storm inside himself.

That 80s 90s rock though, that would impress Negan tremendously.

Negan would mock you a little for your fear of spiders, but in a lighthearted way.

After he was done laughing, he would remind you that he's the big scary one, and you don't have to be afraid of spiders when he's around.