#i wrote this at 2am in one sitting so please let me know if there's any mistakes

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

Okay, I've got a request. An angst filled Captain (who is also Y/N from Heist and DA from WKM) who is very distraught about not being able to share everything they've been through before the Invincible II with the Engineer because they are afraid to confide in him, because they suspect that this is yet another role of the Actor and they have no idea who to trust. What will come out of this premise is up to you!

omg anon i LOVE the way you think! hehehehe i had fun with this one, definitely came easier to me than fluff lmao

Enjoy!

TW: panic attack, unreliable narrator

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The Captain sat forward in their chair. Their hands were splayed on their desk. Mark stood at the room’s door with his arms crossed and a leg over the other. He looked smug. What else was new?

“A toast?”

“Yeah! We’re on day 241 since the last reset.” Mark smirked as he offered the Captain a glass of red wine. “I counted.”

“Evidently,” said the Captain. They graciously accepted the glass and opened their visor, revealing their face. They had a relaxed smile. “What a life.”

“Well, life is for the living, eh?” Mark said, grinning.

What?

Distantly, something crashed. Maybe fell. 

No. That smile. It’s uncanny. No no no no no no no no no no

“Hey-- Captain? What’s wrong?” 

He can’t be back. He can’t he can’t he can’t

“Captain?”

Why? WHy is he here

“Captain--”

He killed me. He did this he did this he did this it’s all his fault he did this

“Captain!” 

The Captain gasped. They brought a hand up to their chest and could feel their lungs heaving in the sterile air. The walls were cold. Too cold. It felt almost suffocating --- this suit felt suffocating. A suit? A formal suit. One for a party or a business conference or a date or a judicial proceeding--- no, a space suit. With a helmet and everything. Space suit. Helmet? Close it. Done. Check. 

Mark was crouched in front of them. He started to reach out to the Captain but stopped. “Captain, is it okay if I touch you?”

The Captain shook their head.

“Okay. Well-- yeah, that’s okay.” Mark sat down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Another head shake. No. 

Mark nodded and eventually, as he sat and waited, the Captain’s breathing slowed down enough

“Where--” Their throat felt dry. “Where did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mark!” the Captain yelled. They banged their face on the metal walls. Mark looked concerned. Then, after a deep breath, in a quieter voice, they said, “...the saying.”

“Life is for--?”

The Captain nodded solemnly.

Mark scratched his head. “I dunno. I think I heard it in some video on the holonet once. I thought it sounded cool. Real poetic.”

Narcissistic bastard--

……

if this is really him. 

“Captain, do you mind me asking why?”

Tell him. He’s your friend. “It’s nothing. I just needed to… ground myself.” 

Not a friend?

Mark looked like he had something to say but the Captain started to get up and he moved quickly to support them. The Captain jolted. Hesitantly, they accepted the help. Mark helped them move to their desk chair. But then his hands grabbed at the Captain’s helmet, mere inches from their visor, and their arms reflexively stopped him, gripping his wrists harshly. 

“What are you doing?” Fear laced the Captain’s voice.

“Removing your helmet? You sounded like you hit the wall really hard and--”

“Who gave you permission to do so, Head Engineer?”

“But. We’re old friends. You’ve said this is okay before--”

“I will not repeat myself.”

Mark gaped. He took a step back and tightened his hands behind his back, maybe rubbing at his wrists while he was at it. He looked small. “Apologies, Captain. Permission to leave?”

“Granted.”

As soon as Mark left, the Captain turned off the lights. In the comfort and anonymity of the darkness, they struggled to stifle a sob.

[morbidlcve]

strike - n.r

KINKTOBER DAY 1: KNIFE PLAY

word count: 1.2k!!

pairings: natasha x reader

cw: knifeplay, blood play, oral (n), fingering (r), praise, face sitting, biting, heavy make outs (?), please let me know if i’ve forgotten any ..

also requests are open!

an: i’ve literally been gone… college started up again and i’ve been so busy with trying to stay on top of things but i wanted to quickly get this out (if there are any inevitable mistakes, i profusely apologise, i wrote this at 2am)

N.R MASTERLIST || KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Natasha fell backwards onto the bed, peering at you through heated eyes as you crawled on top of her; she thought it cute, you trying to take control. You had been ordered from some guy to take out the red head, how hard could it be? right?

Her eyes flickered down to glance at your lips back up to your eyes, your body felt molten pressed against her with little to nothing on. You got word that the widow would be attending a gala tonight, you tried to look your best, wearing a navy blue spaghetti dress with a glossy two inch heel to run if things got out of hand.

Your lack of clothing made you feel everything, every twitch of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, her twitching fingers on your hips.

You’re quick to press your lips against hers, falling into a rushed heated rhythm between you. Her tongue would dance along your lips, and you would suck it into your mouth languidly, making Natasha groan in response. Her hands come to cup your neck slightly squeezing the sides, sending you spiralling and your eyes rolling back.

“Such a pretty girl” she whispered to you, reaching behind you to unzip your dress, you’re quick to pull the little knife you had stashed on you away and under your thigh whilst the woman is a little preoccupied with looking at you.

“So pretty”, despite your best efforts, a blush splashes onto your cheeks, and your hips involuntarily roll against her abdomen, sighing feeling the dense muscles underneath you.

Her hands trace the sides of your body coming to squeeze at your breasts, rolling your nipples between her fingers.

Sighing you shakily reach for the knife underneath your leg.

You’re quick to press it against the Widow’s neck. “Tell me Natasha, does this get you worked up?” you ask, pressing further into her, seeing a shiny coat of red liquid stream down her throat column.

She smirks, tearing the knife out of your hands, “you’re good, just… not good enough.” Natasha’s quick to flip you over so you’re now situated underneath her, the knife tip being pressed at your chin, as well as her hand cupping your face, holding you to look up at her.

You lose focus, eyes locked on the red that’s drooling down her neck to the middle of her tits, leaning forward, you lick the stripe of blood up to the wound, revelling in the metallic taste that coats your taste buds. Natasha watches you with a sinful look on her face, she can’t even find it in her to be offended that you held her at knifepoint, she’s far too fascinated in the concept of you.

No one has ever had the audacity to try and even get that close to her, and then pull a move like that. If anything, she was impressed. The need for you only grew stronger.

You moan as you pull away from her neck, pressing your chin further onto the blade, coming up to kiss her, the taste lingering in her mouth as your tongue brushes the roof of her mouth. “Fuck it.” she huffs, throwing the knife at the wall, gripping your hands to hold them at the side of your head.

She reaches down to lick and suck and kiss at your neck before attaching her mouth to your nipple, biting ever so slightly, sending a delicious shiver up your spine. The reaction is not lost on her; she smirks, switching over to the other breast to suck and bite at it too leaving you to be a writhing mess beneath her.

Her hands release your wrists coming to feel their way down your body, pulling your hips up slightly to work your skimpy and ultimately ruined underwear off you. “Oh baby, so wet, all for me?” she smiles, running her fingers through your glistening folds, chuckling when she catches your clit and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.

“All this pussy, all for me huh?” she says, working her middle and index finger in circles around your nerves, sending you into an oblivion. “Yes!” Y-Yes all for you.. oh my god” you breathe as she seathes her fingers into your entrance, curling them slightly, just about brushing the sensitive spot within you.

“So perfect,” she sighs, watching your arousal coat her fingers working in and out of you, the sight of you panting and moaning, back arching with the remnants of her blood around your mouth, making her go feral for you.

She hovers back over you coming to lick at the dried blood on your chin, lapping at it whilst her fingers increase their speed inside you assaulting your poor walls. “Fuck Nat! Oh god… It’s s’good.. don’t stop please” you whine bucking your hips up to meet her fingers, licking your way into her mouth, tasting your blood on her lips.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl? Make a mess on my fingers? Yeah?” she grunts into your ear, licking and sucking at your neck. Her words ignite the fire within you, your body starts to tremble. Only when Natasha brings her hand back down to your drooling cunt and pinches your clit do you lose it.

White hot fire spreads over you as your body convulses, shaking as she works you to the end of your orgasm. Taking her fingers out of your spent pussy, she’s quick to put them in her mouth, licking them clean, tasting you in the process. A guttural moan leaves her throat as her eyes flutter shut; cupping your face she ropes you back to reality.

“There she is,” Natasha chuckles as you open your eyes, you grin, taking a hold of her hips, running your fingertips up and down the smooth skin, you see her shiver and you smirk up at her. Her confusion is quickly replaced with a knowing look as you pull her up to your face.

“Yeah, i’m never letting you go now” she sighs as your tongue glides through her wetness, the sweet taste of her made you groan and press your mouth further into her, your nose bumping against her clit.

“Fuck, taste so good” you mumble against her clit, suckling at it like a mad woman, natasha’s shaking above you, gripping your hair, the pain sending a thrill up your body, spurring you on.

You venture further and gently bite down on her nerves, “Fuck! Oh my god!” she cries out, moaning above you, sweat beads at her forehead as you look up at her smirking.

You quickly replace your mouth with your fingers, your tongue coming to prod at her seeping entrance. You push your tongue in, revelling in the beautiful sounds the woman above you is making. “I’m so close, fucking shit” she grits out pressing her head against the wall, looking down at you.

Your eyes are blissfully shut, working her body like your own instrument, curling your tongue at an insane speed within her as well as circling your fingers on her poor little clit. You feel her walls squeezing your tongue, indicating her approaching orgasm.

Her body goes still as she reaches her high, her grip impeccably tight, you wonder if she’s going to yank your hair out. Her juices flow into your mouth as you lap her up, slowing your pace to work her down from the euphoric bliss.

She climbs off you, coming to lay down next to you, her hand works into yours pulling you into her. “I think your almost as fucked up as me” she whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You laugh looking up at her, “I might just be.”

i fear this is insane y’all i apologise 🙂‍↕️

[vamp4kaulitz]

Bill k. X Reader w/ Thunder thighs? HC pls,or imagine whatever you want really (DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED,YOU NEED SLEEP,YOU NEED TO EAT,AND MAKE SURE YOU READ ENOUGH FANFIC)

BILL KAULITZ X GN! READER W THUNDER THIGHS HCS

pairing: bill kaulitz x gn! reader

hika🕷️:: TYSMM FOR THE REQUEST MLLL!! I will make sure I’m taking care of myself, I love you smm💞!! sorry i haven’t been posting- i lowk dont know what to write😢. lol it’s 2am rn. psa 6/21; yes i am black and im aware i wrote this on Juneteenth.

SFW

i feel like bill is a thigh guy and he would LOVE your thighs sm. i mean he would always have this hands on your thighs, he would just be the touchy lil guy he is.

he’d definitely help rub coconut oil on them<3 this man loves helping you out, especially because he loves feeling your soft skin.

if you feel insecure about them, he would reassure you and kiss all over them. bill would kiss and nip at your thighs, whispering praises.

if you ever decided to get rid of them by working out, he’d be a bit but he would always be there to support you(such a good boyfriend)

would DEFINITELY use your legs as pillows. bill would stuff his face between your things 24/7. if not, he would rub and kiss them without a care in the world.

if someone points out your thighs in a negative way, best believe this man is THROWING HANDS!! how could someone talk about his precious baby like that? especially in front of him? hes not letting any insult go unheard.

“the fuck did you just say? why don’t you mind your own fucking business and leave them alone!” he shouted at them loudly, not caring who looks.

“say one more fucking thing and i will knock your teeth out.” he spat and grabbed your hand and walked away<33

if you ever ranted on how you hate your thighs, he’d be right by your side, listening to you. he would comfort you no matter what.

“i just hate my things, they are so annoying..!” you sobbed out and bill hugged you tightly.

“im sorry you feel that way baby. your unique, always remember that okay?”

NSFW (skip if uncomfortable)

oh gosh where can I even start? he would leave all types of hickeys all over them.

while eating you out, he would push them apart and squeeze them while he worked his way with you, demanding you to not close your legs.

“keep these beautiful legs spread for me, liebe.”

oh my gosh SIT ON HIS FACE PLSS. he downright begs for it, not caring if he seems desperate, that’s because he is.

“please please please schatz i want you to sit on my face!!” he whined as he begged and begged.

“but my thighs bill- what if they squish you or run out of breath?” you pouted. he didn’t care if he couldn’t breath after.

after some convincing you’d give in. he was like a happy kid who’s parent got them what they wanted from the store.

“fine fine fine! ill sit on your face, you happy?” you groaned and he smiled so widely. “i promsieee it’ll feel so good!” he said excitedly.

you didn’t put your full weight on him because you were scared of squishing him with your thighs. you lowered yourself on him, but not fully.

“i said, put your full weight on me.” he said and gripped your thighs and pushed you down on his face. you moaned loudly as his tongue skillfully moved against you, his tongue piercing feeling so so good.

You came so hard that you could’ve sworn you saw stars. You pulled off his face and he wiped his mouth and smirked.

“told ya you’d like it.” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

hika🕷️:: i wrote this in one sitting goodbye..also requests are finally open sooo send me your horny stuff you lil goobers!! remember NOT to cross my rules!!

[all2angels]

DOIN' TIME | ms. way x reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away xD!? orginal ask sent said secretary but i changed it to boss position bc it was hotter in my head but def let me know if y'all want a secretary one!!

warnings: AFAB READER but gender neutral throughout, cnc, inappropriate workplace, dom!gerard way, she/her pronouns for gerard. there's also gon be a few grammar mistakes (wrote dis at 2am)

You enter the office building, running a few minutes late. Rushing to the elevator, you didn’t even notice your boss get in the same elevator as you. It took for you to take a few deep breaths to notice her, standing with perfect posture and holding her briefcase with both her hands placed in front of her. You hold your breath, now feeling a little embarrassed. 

“L/n,” Gerard speaks unexpectedly breaking the awkward silence between you. You look over at her, noticing she still has her sunglasses on and iconic gloves on. “I’d like to speak to you in my office later. Come over when you’re settled in. And please, for the love of God knock first.” 

The elevator doors opened just when she ended her sentence. You got off, walking slower to make sure she’d go in before you. You swallowed the lump that formed inside your throat. 

As you walk to your cubicle, you settle down some of your stuff and mentally prepare for what is about to go down in her office. Despite Ms. Way’s calm appearance, she had a demon inside of her that was terrifying when it came out. You’ve seen her scream at some of your co-workers when their work wasn’t up to her standards, you were worried you were going to be the next victim of this. Other than that, you were worried you were going to get fired since you haven’t been performing that well. 

You nervously walked over to her office, palms sweaty but you tried to keep a cheerful workplace smile. You knock three times and open her door. “G… Good morning…!” you stutter, mentally cursing yourself for seeming so nervous already. 

Ms. Way asks you to take a seat on the chair in front of her desk, but she doesn’t take a seat on hers. She notices your nervousness and feels how tense you are. “You’re shaking, dear…” she whispers, her voice low. “And I need you- to relax.” she gently places her hand on your shoulder, and her gloved hand goes down to undo the buttons of your blouse. 

You breathe heavily, frozen in place. This is wrong. This is not allowed, this is inappropriate. But you didn’t stop her, no, you wanted to desperately please your boss. 

After she removes your blouse, she takes your arm and pulls you up so that you’ll stand, you follow. She then pushes you to sit on her desk, ordering you to lie down. You do as you’re told. 

“So tense, you gotta loosen up, baby.” baby. Oh god, you could orgasm just by her voice. Her covered hand moves down to your core. She teases you through your underwear and you hear her chuckle at the way you squirm at her touch. She carefully removes her underwear. 

"Ms- Ms. way..." you beg. You don't even know what you're begging for, for her to touch you, or for her to stop? Because you didn't want to get caught like this, especially since it seemed too easy to get caught through the gaps in the curtains of her windows. 

Her gloved thumb starts to tease your sensitive clit, and you flinch. You whine, wanting more sensation, more stimulation. She smirks down at you, finally giving you what you want and inserting two of her covered fingers in your core. The gloves made it easier to slide it, but it also made it feel that much fuller. You hold onto the edges of her desk, holding in a moan as you feel her start to pump her fingers in you and play with your breasts. 

Her fingers move faster, you feel your body start to build up. You beg for her, whispering praises of how good you feel, and how incredible your boss is to allow you to feel this way until you come undone on her fingers with a loud whimper. You try to catch your breath, holding onto her arm for dear life. She gives you a soft kiss before picking up your underwear and tossing it to her bottom drawer. 

"that'd be all," she says, shoo-ing you away from her office. 

[mintsturniolo]

let's get out of here (m.s)

matt sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: happy halloween 🎃 this was meant to be more Halloween related but ya'll it's 2am and i have work at 8 so you know. unedited since i literally wrote this in the span of 1 hour

this plot was given to me by @sturniolo04

summary: when you and matt end up on your own during a halloween party, leading you to end up going on a late drive and watching a movie

You wouldn't say you were having the time of your life on the dance floor, but being with your best friend was helping you to have a good time. The music blasted in the background as the two of you danced to your favorite song. You took a sip of the liquor in the red cup you were holding. You noticed a young man across the room watching you. He was with a small group of friends but seemed to be distracted from the conversation they were having. You smiled and gave him a friendly wave. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t figure out how you knew him. “I told you that you’d have fun,” your friend said, interrupting your thoughts.

“What Rebecca?” You asked. “Oh yeah. I am.”

“Ugh,” Rebecca sighed as the two of you made your way to a table in the living room. “I need another drink.”

You lifted up a bottle of tequila. “Shots or no?” you asked curiously.

Rebecca was about to reply when she spotted someone across the room. “Is that Chris?” she asked, drawing your attention to the young man wearing a bomber jacket with a baseball bat resting on his shoulders.

That’s why you recognized the other guy. He was one of the triplets that was always at these parties. You had talked to Matt once or twice, but he was the quiet one, and not much for small talk. “Yeah, that’s him,” you sighed. “Can we not deal with him tonight.”

You couldn’t stand watching Rebecca talk to Chris, knowing how toxic their relationship was. Rebecca glared at you before fixing her hair. “I promise. This won’t take long,” she said. “I just need to ask him something.”

“No. Please don’t leave me here. I didn’t want to come here anyway. Don’t make me be alone,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be fine,” Rebecca told you before walking over to the younger triplet.

You rolled your eyes as you looked around. “Great,” you muttered to yourself.

Parties weren’t your scene, but you enjoyed it as long as you weren’t left on your own. You made your way to the porch to see what everyone was up to. After greeting a few of your classmates, you decided to head back inside and get another drink. You paused when you noticed one of the triplets sitting quietly on the couch looking at his phone. You walked over and smiled. “Hello cowboy,” you said with a small grin. “Matt, right?”

The young man looked up and nodded. “Yeah…” he muttered. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, taking a sip from the red cup in his hand.

You introduced yourself and sat down beside Matt. It was quiet for a moment before Matt looked at you, taking in the costume you were wearing. “Are you a pirates of the carribean fan?” he asked.

You were about to ask how he guessed, when you remembered what your costume was. You nodded. “My favorite series,” you replied. “What inspired the cowboy costume?”

Matt shrugged, looking down at his own costume. “Honestly, this is all I could come up with,” he replied.

“Well you look good,” You complimented.

Matt blushed slightly, looking at the ground. “My costume last year was better though.”

“Really?” You asked.

You had met him here last year, but you couldn’t remember what he’d been dressed as. Matt nodded. “Count Dracula,” he told you with a smile.

The two of you sat quietly for a couple more minutes as you took in the party scene before you. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. You would have been too if Rebecca hadn’t left you on your own, but you now were more interested in getting to know Matt better. You turned to Matt, noticing he still looked a little uncomfortable. “You want to get out of here?” You asked.

“Where would we go?” Matt asked, clearly eager for a reason to leave the party.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “A drive around LA sounds nice. Not many people on the roads right now. Maybe something to eat.”

Matt stood up, offering his hand out to you. You accepted and smiled as he led you through the house, to the front door. You spotted Rebecca and Chris on the couch making out and rolled your eyes. You and Matt exchanged glances before making your way to his car.

*time skip *

“So what were your plans tonight?” Matt asked, taking a bite out of his burger. “If you hadn’t come to the party.”

“Watch scary movies and have some popcorn,” you replied. “Pretty lame I guess.”

Matt shook his head as he watched you for a moment. “Those were my plans too,” he said.

You smiled up at him. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” you asked, using your best ghostface impression.

“I know a lot of people don’t like it, but The Nun is one of my favorites,” Matt laughed. “I take it by the way you asked that question that the Scream franchise is one of your favorites?”

You nodded, as you looked out the window. “Not the entire franchise of course. I don’t know what the point of the fourth one was,” you told Matt. “Worst one in my opinion.”

“That was the one with the girl’s cousin or niece right?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” You replied.

“Definitely the worst in the franchise then,” Matt agreed. “It’s the only one I haven’t rewatched,” Matt explained.

Matt rested against the headrest, staring out at the city in front of them. The view from this parking lot had always been his favorite. You looked up at him and noticed that he was glancing at you. “What are you thinking?” You asked.

“A movie doesn’t sound too bad,” he muttered. “We could go back to my place. Make some popcorn and watch some good halloween movies. I don’t know.”

You took his statement into consideration before agreeing. Neither of you wanted to go back to the party, and you clearly had the same taste in movies.

*time skip*

You were surprised when you saw the size of the house Matt shared with his brothers. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t this. Matt lead you up the stairs of the entryway, and into the living room. The two of you made your way into the kitchen, still debating what the best movie to watch would be as Matt looked for where they kept the popcorn. He held up two boxes as he turned to you. “What are we thinking? Caramel or salted?”

“Caramel of course,” you replied, earning a smile from him.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he said as he opened the box.

When the two of you had finished up in the kitchen, you got settled on the couch, turning on the tv. “I haven’t watched the newest Conjuring movie,” you blurted out, earning a raised eyebrow from Matt.

“Seriously? You have to watch it, if only to see how bad it is compared to the rest of the movies,” Matt insisted. “Only if you want to of course.”

“Well now I have to watch it so I can know what it is we don’t like about it,” You said with a smile. “Party doesn’t end for a couple of hours anyway, so they won’t be back for a while.”

A grin spread across Matt’s face as he clicked on the movie.

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[mitsuristoleme]

You Are In Love

cw: situationship with geto, uhh i dont really know?? lmk if i should add something here

a/n: inspired from You Are in Love (Taylor’s Version), wrote this in 30 minutes flat, little to no proofreading, hope yall like this

You don’t know what led to you and your best friend (‘hes your boyfriend’ shoko would insist) curled up on your living room couch, lights off, cuddled up to each other, doom scrolling on your phones.

You turn to him giggling, excited to show him the adorable video of a cat wearing sunglasses you’ve seen that reminds you all too much of Satoru. When you look up, hes staring at you. Theres this look on his face that you can’t really read. If you ask him about it, he wont know either.

Time passes awfully fast when you both are hanging out. You both film each other when you think the other isnt watching. Playing it back at 3AM, you feel a strange giddiness in you. A clip of you buttoning up Suguru’s coat, Satoru making a joke that nobody really hears.

You drive around at midnight, for snack runs when neither of you seem to get any sleep. You stop by his favourite cafe and get some coffee. You sit there enjoying each others company. Suguru is painfully aware of the necklace he gave you shining under the cafe lights. He doesn’t know what to do with himself in these moments.

He says “hey, look up,” when you’re walking out and laughs when you’re blinded from the glare of the lights. You brush against him and you both stiffen.

The drive home is quiet, not awkward but comfortable silence. He decides to spend the night at your apartment. The lights are out when you get back. You stumble over yourselves trying to switch the lights back on.

And for the first time, you think.

You are in love.

You end up at his house one Sunday. You try to make breakfast and then he walks in. Bare torso, grey sweatpants. The toast burns that morning. You’re wearing his shirt and he thinks he might die. He holds you that morning and promises to never let go. And you trust him. For once, you let go of your fears and insecurities.

You walk next to each other on the sidewalk, laughing and sharing kisses. Feeling so full of happiness you felt like floating.

Theres fights too. A screaming match about Amanai Riko. You don’t get why he would sacrifice his life for a girl. You leave. He catches you at the door. You talk. He promises you never have to be insecure around him. You’re it for me, he promises.

He shoots up at 2AM the next night, his expression strangely unreadable after months of being able to read him like a magazine. “You’re my best friend,” he states abruptly. You continue looking at him, your expression soft. You coax him back to bed, kissing his shoulder softly.

He is in love.

Its been years.

You got married. Satoru his best man, Shoko your maid of honour. He keeps your picture in his office at jujutsu tech. You know you would fight the world for him. He would start and end wars for you.

You feel his love, driving back home, a fond smile on his face, his hand on your thigh.

You are in love.

True love.

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[so-much-for-stardust6]

Best Friends or Lovers?- John Frusciante

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summary: you’ve had feelings for your best friend for a while, but attending one of his shows deepened them. what happens when you finally confess backstage?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i wrote this at like 2am and reread it for mistakes around 3:30am so pls bare with me if there’s spelling mistake 😭

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i watched my best friend on stage, looking like he’s cumming as he plays his guitar. least to say, i was mesmerized. his beauty was captured in the perfect way by many things. his sweat slicked hair stuck to his face, the straps to his overalls slightly falling off his toned shoulders and the bright stage lights complemented him perfectly. the way he parted his mouth and furrowed his brows had me feeling some way. well, it powered the way i was feeling towards him even more. i felt like every other fan girl of his, thirsting over the way he expresses himself while playing, but i honestly couldn’t blame them.

i knew the band was reaching towards the end of their show, all of them covered in sweat. i mentally cursed myself at the feeling deep down in my stomach, guilty of how i feel about my best friend. i wished to go to the bathroom and freshen up but being right up front prevented me from doing so. after two more songs they finally ended their show, thanking everyone for attending. i stood in the same spot for a bit, waiting for the place to empty out before heading backstage.

i reach in my pocket for some pass i was given to flash to security so no hassle would happen over me trying to “trespass”. the blank white walls was all i saw as i made my way to his dressing room, carefully reading the signs so i wouldn’t walk in on anyone else. i scan the handwritten sign taped to the white door in front of my eyes.

‘john frusciante’

i quietly knock on the door, stomach doing flips as i picture his sweaty self opening the door. and that’s exactly what i saw. he grinned brightly at my presence, his strong chest slicked with sweat.

“i thought you’d get lost.” he joked, walking back towards the couch in his room.

“i honestly thought i was for a sec.” i laugh back, walking in and closing the door behind me.

“how’d you enjoy it?” he wiped the sweat off his neck with a hand towel.

“eh, it was okay.” i lie.

“staring at anthony too long kinda ruined it, huh?” he joked.

the joke caught me off guard as i let out a laugh.

“you read my mind, they should have you in the front.” i suggest, sitting down next to him.

“nah, seeing my beauty is a privilege.”

i nod in agreement, so lucky to be close with him.

“i saw you kinda spaced out towards the end, anything to share?”

“huh? oh, nah nothing to report. just thought some…thoughts.”

“oooo, who’s the lucky guy?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“what? what makes you think it was like that?” my nerves began slowly rising.

“that pause you did indicates it was about a guy. since i’m your best friend i’m obligated to know who’s on your mind.”

“no way, i’m not saying.” i awkwardly chuckle, hoping he’d leave it alone.

but knowing john, he won’t. and that’s exactly what he did.

“oh come onnnn, pleaseeee.” he began leaning on me.

i try to shove him off but he put his dead weight on me, head sliding down to eventually rest in my lap.

“please?” he pouts and attempts puppy dog eyes.

“no.”

“why not? i tell you stuff like that.”

“against my will.” i lightly laugh, trying to distract him.

“is it one of my band mates? please don’t tell me it’s anthony.” he quickly sits up at the thought of me thinking about anthony like that.

“what? no, it’s not your band mates.” i immediately shake my head.

“describe him then.”

“i literally hate you.”

“i think you absolutely love me.” he cheekily smiles.

he gives me a pressuring puppy dog eye look that works this time. i sigh in defeat, guessing that it’s better to tell him now rather than having me awkwardly bring it up later on.

“he has this gorgeous facial bone structure. his hair is an absolutely beautiful color, complimenting him wonderfully. his body is sculpted in a way you’d never think would be possible. i hate when his eyes look at me, they’re breathtaking and they make me feel like i’m on fire. his touch is so delicate when he doesn’t mean to be. his fingers are a blessing, crafted to move in an articulate way to match the way he does what he does for a living. the way his mind works is crazy to me, his words like addicting honey that stick me to him forever. i hate thinking of him like this but it’s hard not to.” i spit out.

the entire time i stared at the floor, fingers playing with one another. i’m self conscious of his eyes on me, no emotion on his face as he dissects my words in his brain. as each silent second goes by, i panic even more. i immediately start cursing myself out mentally, why did i say that shit? i open my mouth to apologize but he cut me off.

“what a lucky man..” his eyes dug into mine.

“d-do you not know who i’m talking about?”

i’m well aware i never mentioned him directly but i thought he’d somehow get it.

“no? should i know?” he furrows his eyebrows.

i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ and i put my face into my hands.

“but what i know is that i’m a very lucky man.”

“you suck.” i roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“is that how you really feel about me? please be honest.”

“everything i said was as honest as i can be, johnny. i’ve been feeling like this for a while but i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you.” i lift my head up to look at him.

more silence filled the room as i wait for his answer. before i could even react, he practically lunges towards me. his big hands grabbing my face to hold it as his lips met mine. my eyes widen in complete shock, is he really kissing me?

it took me a bit to realize what was happening for me start kissing back. my eyes slowly close as made out. my hands slowly snaked their way to his head, one pressing against the back of his neck and the other on his cheek. he slowly started to guide me to lay down, holding himself up with his arm. i imagined how it would feel to kiss john but i never knew it’d feel so blissful. my entire body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate probably being a crazy number. his lips were so soft and plump, moving perfectly with mine. i go to run my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at it slightly.

“fuck.” he muttered against my lips.

before anymore kissing could happen, he pulled away. his lips even more plump and red from kissing, quick pants escaping from them.

“do you want to do this? i-i didn’t want to force you to do this, i’m sorry.” a worried look prominent on his face.

“of course i do. i want this. i want you.”

he quietly groaned out at my words, not wasting any time to kiss me again. i go to touch his torso, my fingers dance against his hot skin. feeling him like this, so intimately, just provoked that feeling in my stomach even more. my brain couldn’t form any words for me to say so i just whine into our kiss.

“you trying to ask for something? use your words.” he breathes out.

“please…now..” i hate how i’m already wrapped around his finger but let’s be honest, i’ve always been.

“you want me now? can’t wait even a few minutes. so needy..” he trails his kisses down my neck.

he stays there, marking me to show every guy that i’m taken. i think? i was too caught up in my thoughts that i didn’t notice he began taking off my shirt. the fabric trailing over my face snapped me back into reality. my odd choice of a raunchy bra for today paid off, his eyes focused mainly on my chest. the feeling of his hands groping my boobs caused my heart to beat faster, which i don’t think is even possible at the rate it’s at.

he messaged my boobs as he went back to biting, sucking and kissing my neck. i moaned out, back arching which made me feel his boner poking my thigh. i subconsciously began rubbing against his overall jeans, attempting to pleasure him. he lets out a throaty moan, his grip on my boobs hardening. he pulled away from my chest and stood up. i watched as he unclipped his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles to reveal his white boxers. a very visible white spot was the first thing i noticed on the boxers.

“are you able to take off your clothes? or is the adrenaline stopping you?” it was like he knew exactly how i was feeling.

i shook my head before reaching back to unclip my bra. i sat up and let it fall to my lap, grabbing it to throw it on top my previously discarded shirt. john’s hand tried to sneakily grope himself through his boxers at the sight of my bare chest but i notice quickly. i bit my lip knowing that he’s hard because of me. i go to unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down my legs.

“god, like i said, i’m such a lucky man.” he eyes me.

at the same time, we both pulled the last pieces of clothing off and threw them on the floor. john climbed back on top of me, his lips back on mine. completely naked, bare skin touching as we made out was definitely not how i imagined this night to end. my fingers ended up in his hair again, tugging harder than before. he very obviously loved when i did since he’d moan every time.

“you ready?” he rested his forehead on mine.

“have been.”

he grabbed his dick, aligning it perfectly with me. one last kiss to my lips is what he did before slowly sliding inside me. a long, low moan escapes his mouth as he felt me. i moan out at the stretching he was doing, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“faster, please john..” i beg.

he needed no more words from me as he started to thrust. at first he carefully thrusted, watching me to see if i’d get hurt but after noticing that i’m fine he went faster. the couch creaked and moved with every thrust, probably scratching the floor.

i gripped his body, hands roaming all over place not knowing where to stay. at one point i pushed his head back to me and connected our lips. our tongues fought for dominance, exploring one another’s mouth. one of his arms held him up as he thrusted harder, the other playing with my boob. everything felt so right, like this was meant to be. i wished i confessed to him earlier, imagining how it would’ve felt to be so close to him like this sooner.

we’re both well aware how loud we’re being, not a single care in the world crossed our minds. john wanted everyone to hear us, to know that no one else is making me feel as good as he his. for everyone to know that he’s so hooked to me and only me. little to my knowledge, john’s always loved me. also not wanting to ruin our relationship, he kept quiet about his feelings and desires. but today he got quite lucky at my sudden confession. he grabbed onto the cushion tightly as the feeling in his abdomen began tightening.

“fuck i’m close, baby.” he moaned.

i whine out at the pet name. he abandoned my boob and moved his hand down to my clit, rubbing it to fasten my orgasm. i gasp out in pleasure, damn near pornographic moans spewing out my mouth.

his “trick” worked as i felt the coil in my stomach tighten. i only hum out to signal him that i was close. he understood and went harder and deeper. i tighten around him, which caused him to cum quickly. he spat out ‘fuck’s as he came, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going to get me to cum. his eyes squeezed shut at his sore dick still thrusting inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside. that definitely was not intentional. seeing john in such a state made me reach my peak, moaning out his name over and over as i came all over his cock. the feeling of me cumming all over him caused him to cum once more. he slowed down his thrusts before coming to a stop, collapsing onto my chest from exhaustion.

i lay there to catch my breath, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone. i reach to kiss the top of his head, even going to stroke his hair.

“you did so good.” i whisper in his ear, kissing it afterwards.

“i love you.” he hugged me tightly.

“i love you too, johnny.” a huge smile forming on my face.

“can we go home? i’m tired.” he mumbled.

“alright, get up and i’ll help you get dressed.”

he sluggishly pulled himself out of me and sit up on the couch.

“you should be doing this.” i joke at the fact that i’m taking care of him after.

he starts to get up but i was quick to push him back down.

“i’m kidding.”

i wobbly stand up and grab the hand towel he used earlier. the ticklish feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me made me grimace, and also reminded me to get a plan b. i clean myself off first then moved over to him. he hissed at the contact but got over it quick. i put my undergarments on before i grabbed his boxers, lifting them up his legs.

“you need to work with me here, john. sit up please.”

he lifted his hips up and sat back down once the boxers were on. i pull him up and off the couch so i could put the overalls back on, even going far to clip them back on.

“can i help you? it’s the least i could do.” he grabbed my shirt.

“go ahead.”

after helping me with my clothes, we both made ourselves look decent.

“so, what are we?” i heard him ask.

“best friends?” i nervously say.

i wasn’t too sure on how he felt about me, even though we just fucked. and he also said he loves me but i need more confirmation.

“what about lovers? i like that better.”

“are you asking what i think you’re asking?”

“yes ma’am. y/n, would you wanna be my girlfriend? i love you more than anything in the world and i’d be the happiest man on earth.”

“even more than guitars?”

“what?”

“you love me more than guitars?” i smirk, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“hmm, you should know better than to ask that.” he jokes.

“oh fuck you.” i laugh and push him away.

“i’m kidding, obviously more than guitars.”

“i believe you. but let’s get going cause now i’m getting tired.” he laughs at my words.

he grabs his guitar case and other belongings before walking up to the door. i held it open for him, following behind him. he snaked his arm around my waist as we walk back to my car.

[sillyyywrites]

yaayyy writing,, heh,,, GRAAHHHHGG (i wrote this from 1am-2am)

Characters: Amaranth (Cloudy gods sorry shadows eclipse) Aristolochia (cloudy gods sorry shadows sun), Hyacinth (cloudy gods sorry shadows moon), you.

Warnings: gore, animal harm, cannibalism, the general idea of gods, bugs, gen really fucked up please listen to this warning.

(In order to most to least preffered)

Amaranth uses It/He pronouns

Aristolochia uses He/It/They

Hyacinth uses They/It/He

You will use They/Them.

Lovely. How wonderful, a god wants to meet you at the dead of night. You've had enough panic attacks from Aristolochia and Hyacinth, now theres a 3rd? Why do you even let them in your house or-

SNAP.

what was that sound, why was it so close, are you even alone? Those thoughts raced through your head as you kept walking into the forest.. just ignore whatever that was. Squirrels live in the forest, right? Yeah. Yeah that was a squirrel..

After lots of twists and turns you finally made it to.. the middle of the forest, its just this massive empty area.. no trees.. well, scratch that theres a 10 foot tall GOD IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL.

wait whys he.. sitting? Leaning over something. That damned cape is blocking your sight to whatever its leaning over.

You hear a lot of crunching coming from who you assume to be Amaranth. Totally not terrifying at all, meeting a god at 4:23AM and said god is eating something you dont know.

"I'm uh-" you quickly get interupted.

"{Y/N}! I heard you from a mile away, literally!" It unnaturally snaps his head to face you, holding a gutted rabbit in its hand, dangling it above its mouth as if its about to eat it.

"..what the hell." You pause, a sharp chill stabbing through you.

CRUNCH.

Oh. Oh that sight isn't a lovely one, blood dripping from its claws and leaking from its mouth as it eats the (hopefully by now) dead bunny.

"What a pathetic little thing.. both you and the little rabbit! Quite a chase i must say, couldnt escape me for long thoughohoho!" He says as he stands up and licks his hands clean.

It's acting like this is something normal.. something to laugh at, somethi-

"What do you want me here for?" You ask, trying to ignore your own racing head.

"A lot, i want to ask a favor from you!! Isn't this fun!? I see you humans make deals like these a lot! I'm sure you're used t-"

"I'm not doing a favor for you after.. that.." you mumble.

"Im sorry?" You see it's head twist to a unnatural degree, despite the what feels to be a conforting smile, you know those eyes. Those eyes filled with judgement, watching your every move like you're a bug.

"What's the favor you want me to do first." You speak louder, trying to act like that's what you originally said because you don't want to find out what the hell would happen if you didn't agree.

"Eat with me. I have many meals with me at the moment!" He moves out the way, showing the corpse on the green grass.

"AMARANTH WHAT THE FUCK. I'M NOT GONNA EAT A DAMN PERSON!" You shout way to loudly for the current time.

"Oh this isn't for you. I don't share my meals. I'm talking about the picnic basket next to him!! He was kind enough to give it to me before he begged fkr mercy and all of thaatt.."

It poked at the corpse like it was a toy instead of a life he took.

"Don't.. don't eat that in front of me, please.. let's just eat the picnic food." You mutter out, you know his hearing is too good for him to ignore it.

"Boring.. but alrighty!" It snaps, the man is gone and all trace of him as well. Besides the picnic basket of course.

It sits down on the grass again, cape flowing down with him. He leans over and looks at you, waiting for you to come over.

He gently taps the grass next to him, "Cmon, i'm not hungry enough to eat YOU!"

"Was that a insult?" You ask as you hesitantly walk over.

"Oh heavens no. I don't understand your whole morality thing but I understand where to stop!! I act stupid but i'm NOT stupid!" It snaps back in response.

You stand next to it, being just as tall as him while he's sitting and leaned over.. that's not terrifying at all. Uh huh.

"Sit down, please." He 'gently' asks, calmer then before that's for sure..

You sit down directly next to him and you find that in a blink of a eye, he's gone. You have a picnic basket in your lap and.. a cape around you.

"Oh so now I get fooled with magic. Great. Wonderful. I KNOW YOU'RE STILL THERE." You shout into the abyss of darkness.

You blink again, you're on your couch with aristolochia and hyacinth sleeping on either side of you, picnic basket and cape still with you.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Ghost of You

@otto-troy idk Tyler origin story?? Let me know what you think. Also I wrote this at like 2am so please excuse any misspellings or mistakes lol this also ran away from me lol, sorry it’s long

Laurel was stood at the car with a few others looking over the map of the area listening to the talking that went on between Morgan and the leader of the small group they been traveling with for a few days, almost a week now. Joshua was his name. Lyn and Morgan had come across his group while they traveled and well Morgan thought it would be a good idea for Laurel to socialize for awhile, considering...well considering everything that had happened. Lyn thought it was a shit idea. She was better, but she was still constantly on edge and she hated being around people considering the one person she wanted to be around wasn't there anymore. But they had offered a tent to her and one for Morgan as well, so it was nice to sleep someplace nice. Joshua had a moving caravan that his people traveled with and they would settled in a place for a few days like they were doing now. Currently they were trying to divide up the places to scout out and search for supplies while the rest of the camp rested. Lyn had volunteered not being very good at sitting still.

Her hair was still cut short, a little shorter than her shoulders. Enough for her to braid it back or put it up in a small ponytail. She wore her leather jacket, with black jeans and her boots. Her machete at her side, a pistol on her belt.

"I'll take that area." Lyn said pointing to a town near the map, it was small, should be easy to scout and bring back anything she could find, "I can leave now and get there and back before nightfall." She glanced at Morgan who nodded gently.

"I'll go with you." A voice spoke up from the other side of Joshua and Laurel raised her eyes, looking at the tall blonde male. She internally groaned but held her breathe a bit. It was Tyler. He was around her age, taller than her, although not taller than Troy was. But he was perhaps a bit bigger than the Otto. Tyler had been hanging around Laurel a lot since she and Morgan first joined the group, Lyn didn't know why and she didn't really care. She just wanted him to stop. She avoided him at any cost, often resorting to eating in her own tent, or just getting up early in the morning and getting to any chores to help with so she would be busy and Tyler wouldn't bother her. But the man was persistent, taking any chance to be around her, sitting next to her at the fire, helping her with things. Laurel had told him to get lost several times but, well he hadn't seem to understand the message.

"I'll be fine." Lyn said matter of factly before grabbing a walkie form the hood of the car and tucking it into her belt, "it'll be faster if I go alone."

"We don't know the area." Tyler pointed out, looking at Laurel with blue eyes, "it would be safer if we go together, in case you get hurt."

A scoff left Laurels lips as she stared at Tyler staring at him in annoyance, "I won't get hurt, believe me. I'll be fine." Although before either of them spoke again Joshua did.

"We go out in pairs." The leader said firmly as Laurel clenched her teeth, out of annoyance and also to keep herself from saying something stupid. She mumbled a quiet fine and grabbed the map, folding it up and shoving it into her pack before taking off in the direction of the town not waiting for Tyler. He would only want to strike up a conversation and in those moments, Laurel finally understood Troy's urge to shove people to walkers. Lyn heard Tyler jog to catch up with her and fall into step beside her as he swung his pack over his shoulder. Laurel just kept walking, ignoring any attempts Tyler made at talking, not responding. He was talking, but Lyn wasn't listening, he was just white noise at this point.

"Hey Lyn." Tyler's voice finally broke through as he grabbed at her shoulder. Laurel came to a stop and whirled around, jumping at his touch, quickly pushing his hand away. Tyler held his hands up, "hey." He said softly, "are you okay?"

"What?" Lyn blinked staring at him, trying to remember anything he has said in the last half hour or so.

"I asked if you were okay." Tyler said softly and lowered his hands, "you haven't said anything this entire walk." He looked at her in concern. Laurel sighed and shook her head, glancing around, watching their surroundings, "so?"

Tyler gave a short shrug, "I just...well I just wanted to check if you were okay." He looked over her, and Lyn felt something knot inside her. She hated the way Tyler looked at her. He wasn't exactly subtle about it. It mirrored the way Troy looked at her, but it wasn't the same, and it never felt the same.

"I'm fine." Laurel said dryly and turned to keep walking, "what were you saying?" Tyler took a moment before following her.

"I was asking where you were from." The taller man said with a light shrug, "don't really know much about you. Thought we could get to know one another better since it seems like you and Morgan might be sticking around." Laurel groaned internally but she knew if she didn't at least chime in Tyler would just keep bugging her.

"I'm from California." Lyn finally answered after a moment, "I grew up in Irvine, and then moved to Santa Clara when I was around sixteen."

"Why'd you move?" Tyler asked without missing a beat. Resigning her fate of having a conversation with Tyler during this run.

"My mom got remarried and we moved in with my step-dad." Laurel replied as she reached into her bag, pulling out the map to check their surroundings. They were closer now, and so far they hadn't run into any trouble which was good. Maybe things would be easy and they could get in, find supplies and get out. The rest of the way Tyler had insisted on asking her questions about her life, her childhood whatever the hell he could think of. Lyn gave minimal answers, not going into detail and steering away from...certain aspects of her childhood. Eventually the two finally reached the town and went about looking through the stores. So far they hadn't found anyone, living or dead, but had found some supplies here and there.

Currently the pair were in a general store, or what used to be one. Tyler had found a stash of some cans he was loading into his pack while Laurel was searching the small pharmacy for anything useful, one never knows what one might find, so she still checked even though the store looked pretty picked over.

"Find anything?" Tyler called.

Laurel picked up a container and began to dig through it, "not yet. It's pretty empty back here." She sighed and began searching the shelves. There were a lot of empty packages and expired medicine. She moved to the back counter, opening up some cupboards, grabbing at some bottles of pills. Penicillin, that was always helpful. Her head turned as she heard a sound, although before she could react a walker was on top of her. Laurel let out a yelp as she slammed back against the ground, pushing back against the walkers shoulders as it snarled and lunged at her. Lyn grunted looking for her machete, but she couldn't see it...She looked back up at the walker, looking at its teeth. Struggling to bite into her...maybe she should let it? If the creature got to her neck...well she would be dead in seconds. In a matter of seconds she would be back with him. Her eyes would close and finally when they opened again they would see him. It was just a few seconds when her breathe slowed and she seemed more calm, debating her choices.

Although before she could choose how to react, the walker had a knife in its skull, and died. Laurel’s breath left her lips in a rushed breath. She was hauled to her feet so quickly it almost made her dizzy. Tyler had her by the arms, talking to her, checking her for bites but her ears were ringing as she just stared at the walker.

“Hey, hey,” Tyler said urgently, placing a hand on Laurels cheek, forcing her to look at him, “are you okay?” He asked firmly.

Lyn felt the emotions bubbling up in her chest, and she felt the sting of the tears that began to gather in her eyes. She didn’t speak just nodding as she fought the urge to cry.

“It’s okay,” Tyler said with a relieved breath and quickly pulled Lyn into a hug. Holding her tight as he repeated the phrase, “it’s okay” several more times. Laurel closed her eyes and hug onto him for a moment letting out soft sobs as she cried into his shoulder. The tears and emotions too much to hold in for the moment as she sobbed. Tyler held her close, mumbling soft words to her hair while he listened to her cry. He kissed the top of her head slowly, then down to her cheek briefly. Finally he pulled away from Lyn for a moment when her sobs had subsided and stared at her for a moment. Then without missing a beat he placed a hand on her cheek, sliding her fingers into her hair before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers in a rather deep kiss.

Laurel surged backwards immediately, backpedaling into the wall behind her. Her eyes wide with shock, although the shock quickly turned to anger, “what the fuck!” She hissed and surged forward shoving Tyler back and storming past him out of the shop. She heard Tyler calling for her but she ignored him and just kept walking wanting to her as far away from him as possible.

Tyler and Laurel made the walk back to camp in silence. Lyn didn’t want to look at him, and thankfully Tyler had kept his distance and kept his mouth shut. That was until they were closer to camp. Lyn could see their camp as they walked through the forest. Then she felt Tyler grab her arm and turn her towards him. She pulled her arm away from his, staring at him.

“What?” Lyn demanded, her tone sharp and annoyed.

“What happened back there?” Tyler asked gently, “I mean…”

Laurel raised an eyebrow, “what happened back there? You kissed me!” She hissed, “and you’re lucky I didn’t break your nose.”

Tyler let out a laugh a disbelief, “yes I kissed you. And you ran away like I was on fire or something. So I kissed you. What was wrong with that?”

“I’m married.” Lyn said firmly, her tone darkening as she glared at Tyler, “you know that.”

“I know you were married. Two years ago.” Tyler insisted stepping closer to Laurel, “come on, you can’t tell me your still holding a torch for someone whose been dead for that long” He shook his head with a laugh, “I mean, come on. You can’t have a relationship with a ghost.”

“Fuck you,” Lyn said softly, her voice low and dark as she stared up at Tyler, “you don’t know the first thing about me. Or him.” She turned to leave but Tyler caught her hand again.

“I know you can’t be alone forever.” Tyler said firmly, his grip on her wrist tighter this time so she couldn’t pull away.

“Let me go,” Lyn warned shaking her head, “I mean it Tyler. Let. Me. Go.” She swallwoed but he didn’t.

“We can be something.” Tyler said, staring at her, “you don’t have to be alone. You can be with me. I mean the guy is dead. It’s time to get over it.” He tugged her closer in one swift movement and leaned in as if he meant to kiss her again. Although this time Laurel reacted quicker. She shoved him back, ripping her hand from his grasp and then the next moment, she swung at him. Her fist connecting to his nose with a harsh smack.

Tyler stumbled back holding his nose, “what the hell?!” He exclaimed paining lacing his voice.

“What the hell?!” Laurel echoed his words before surging forward and hitting at Tyler again, not exactly punching him, but hitting him with her hands, “what the hell was that?! What the hell were you doing?! What the fuck?!” She demanded as she kept yelling and hitting him. Tyler let out grunts of pain, trying to grab her arms to get Lyn to stop hitting him but she wouldn’t it. Just hitting and yelling at him. Soon enough, their altercation attracted more of the camp and Morgan and Joshua with a few others ran over.

Laurel yelled while Morgan pulled her off of Tyler. Joshua and a few others had rushed over as well trying to figure out what happened. All of them, staring at Lyn as if she was some sort of animal. Lyn continued to cry and yell, struggling against Morgan as he tried to talk to her, to get her to hear him, but she didn't. She couldn't. Thrashing against Morgan, rage burning through her, she fought to get free. To hit something again, Tyler, anything. Although she slowed her struggled for a moment as she gasped in a breath, her lungs burning. But it wasn't the struggle of air that made her stop. Or Morgans calls to her, nor Joshuas shouts. No.

It was the figure leaned up against one of the trees around the camp that caught her attention. Laurel stared at the figure, several feet away from her, first she had just seen it from the corner of her eyes and then...her gaze settled on him. Tall and slender. Dressed in dark green cargo pants and a soft grey t-shirt. The shirts she would steal when he wasn't paying attention and wear for the day, or sleep in. His dark brown hair, pushed away from his face in soft curls. The curls Laurel run her fingers through when he was stressed, when she was anxious and needed comfort. When they would lay in bed in their trailer and read. He looked back at her with blue eyes, the eyes she could happily drown in. He wore a soft smile, gentle but amused, almost charmingly silly. The kind of smile he would save just for her. The kind of smile he gave her when he would return to their trailer and walk in on Lyn dancing around the trailer to music being played by a small boombox she had found on a run. He would at her like she was the most ridiculous person in the world, and then get dragged into dancing with her for a bit.

Troy

Laurel felt the air leave her lips as she finally stopped thrashing, her eyes latched onto the figure. Her husband. Leaning against a tree, and smiling at her like he had never left. She was afraid to blink, that if she would break eye contact with him he might disappear. Pushing at Morgan's hands, she tried to get free. To run to Troy. Although a few moments after she had stopped actively fighting Morgan in such a violent way, Joshua had approached. Seeing his chance he had slammed the heel of his rifle against Laurel's head. Knocking her out cold in one swift moment, Laurel crumbled to the ground.

~*~

Laurels vision was fuzzy once she woke. She opened her eyes slept and blinked, the light hurting her eyes. A groan escaped her lips as she tried to move, her head ached.

“Take it easy,” a voice said, Morgan’s voice, “you took quite a hit.” Lyn turned her head to see Morgan sitting in the tent with her. His words echoing in her head, right…she cursed mentally and closed her eyes for a moment before sitting up.

“Yeah it hurts.” Laurel sucked in a breath as she gently touched her hand to her head before looking at Morgan, suddenly feeling ashamed for what she did, “sorry…”

“No need to apologize.” Morgan said with a shake of his head, “Tyler explained what happened. He should be the one to apologize.” He looked at Lyn, “are you okay?”

“Peachy…” Laurel sighed and closed her eyes again.

“Joshua wants us to leave.” Morgan said, “but I think I can talk him into letting us stay.”

“Don’t bother,” Lyn’s eyes snapped open again, “I don’t want to stay. I’m getting the hell out of here Morgan.” She looked at him, “no way in hell I’m staying here.” Lyn guessed Morgan seemed to have some understanding because he didn’t argue and just nodded.

“Then we should get our stuff and head out before it’s dark.” Morgan said and stood, “I’ll grab your bag. Just take it easy.” He said and left the tent. A long breath left Laurels lips as she dipped her head down, leaning her arms against her knees.

“Hey,” His voice echoed and she groaned.

“What do you want?” Lyn asked lifting her gaze to find Tyler standing outside of the tent she was in. The first thing she noted was the bandaged on his black and blue nose. She couldn’t help but smirk, it looked broken.

“I just uh,” Tyler cleared his throat, “I just figured I should apologize.”

“Oh your just figured that?” Lyn asked tilting her head to the side, “how smart.” She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her jacket and tugged it on, feeling Tyler’s eyes on her the entire time.

“You’re really okay with what, being alone for the rest of your life?” Tyler asked staring at her, “tied to a ghost?”

Lyn swallowed as she took a few steps towards the entrance of the tent and looked at Tyler, her gaze surprising softly, the same with her voice, “I…I’d rather have the ghost of him, than someone, anyone else.” She looked at Tyler who stared back at her, “if the ghost of him is all I have. It’s all I want.” Her hand went to the wedding ring that hung around her neck, and she held it for a moment. Swallowing the pain that was rising in her throat.

“You’re lucky he’s just a ghost.” Lyn said stopping beside Tyler as she walked out of the tent, the softness gone from her voice, “because if he was here,” she said staring at him, “he’d break every bone in your body after that shit you pulled.” Lyn paused briefly, “and I’d let him.” She looked away and walked over to where Morgan was waiting. Lyn took her bag and swung it over her shoulder and followed Morgan away from the camp. Tyler watching her as she left until he couldn’t see her anymore.

[hcthcuse]

lyrics from songs by rainbow kitten surprise that might be good for usage as prompts, themes, or starter sentences! i compiled these myself so if i'm missing your favorite song i'm sorry! part 1 | [part 2]

i don't wanna die alone

hang up when you've had enough

all's well that ends well

do you wanna know my name?

i don't want to die in my sleep

lately, i've been fucking up hard

i hate it when you lie in the thick of it all

i can't take you there

ain't nobody gonna come save you

pack your shit and standby, please

i know you can't walk with them heels in the dark, kick 'em off

you could leave it all behind, even the devil needs time alone sometimes

you could let it all go, it's called "freefall"

can't be bothered, better handle your shit

can i sit down? i've been hustling all day

i can't even count how many souls i've made off the same deal you're on

remember, the devil ain't a friend to no one

it's like 2AM and the bars all close at 10 in hell

you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself

that's not a card that i would've picked but it's your life to live

they say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often. the same is true of undercover cops.

i know i should have been more vocal

sure, i could've been more social

i've been coping okay for the most part

i'll get it right and play nice soon as you do

i've never seen a show stopper like you

could make a boy act stupid

you could sell me on anything

teach me to let it go

i hate fighting when i'm driving

love ain't enough a drug to make us make amends

call me back if you wanna talk

if you needed me then, then, then, why wouldn't you bring it up?

i hate to say that i miss you first

i know us is more than we deserve

it'd be cool if i could stay for a minute

i've been praying for a signal or a sign that you haven't sent

you might be an angel falling from the heavens

i keep the car running, i keep my bags packed

i don't wanna leave

i've been praying for your touch, your glance your hand.

he's a better kisser than you'd think

he's a better listener than most

i hate you more than i miss you

i'd hate to miss you

you don't call, you don't write

i still don't know when i can come home

i promised i would try so i might be a coward

we were a team till you're toxic

i mean you talk shit, often, but once upon a time we were in love

there's two sides to a fair fight and you're the third man out

you asked me if i could grow up but i don't know why for

i'm a palm frond dying on the front porch

thought about calling but i deleted your number and we both know why

truth is when i met you, well you know you made me cry

if i let you stay in my head, then it's overnight

i'm working out the pain

when i'm next to you i can wave to you because we're miles apart

know you wrote me 'bout you changed things, but baby you know me. i don't read a damn thing.

[random0lover]

"What do you want?"

Male!Dom x GN!reader

(This should be POC friendly. I tried my best to make sure it was. If you see anything that makes you feel otherwise, please let me know!)

Word Count: 1,056

Warnings: Smut (MDNI 18+), fingering, use of the nicknames "bunny", "sweet angel", "darling", "my love", only term used to describe sexual body parts is 'hole', promise of overstimulation, check-in, teasing.

Notes:

This probably really sucks but I wrote it at 2am after having a spicy dream 😭

I uh think that's it...

You were a whimpering mess underneath him clawing at the sheets around you. 

The feeling of his fingers pushing in and out quickly and then slowing to rub against that perfect spot was making you see stars. 

He was sitting on his knees at the end of the bed with your own pulled around his waist so that you were arched into his playing fingers. He kept your legs locked around him so that you couldn’t run when it became too much (there also might’ve been a promise of punishment if you tried to move away.) 

You were letting out little whimpers from how his fingers felt inside you but it was  a mixture of pleasurable pain from overstimulation. 

His eyes were focused directly on how you were taking him in so greedily. 

He twists his hand so that his fingers are resting directly on the special spot inside you but not moving his fingers.

You let out a whine trying to grind down into his palm and he chuckles, “Just like that, such a good darling for me, hmm?” 

He finally relents by letting his fingers pull back an inch and push forward again keeping it at a constant motion, giving you just enough so that it feels good but not enough to push you over the edge. 

You bow your neck off the bed trying to thrust yourself into his hand a string of ‘please, please, please’ falling from your lips. 

He gives a mocking laugh and reaches up to grip your chin so that your eyes can not move from his, “Is it not enough my love?”

His eyes move across your body, his hand moving away from your chin to settle lightly on your throat. 

“You want more?” 

You whimper, squeezing yourself around his fingers.

He lets out a sound from the back of his throat, “you’re a greedy one aren’t ya?” 

You suck in a breath trying to clear your mind a little, you knew you were falling into the pleasure of him a little too quickly but you couldn’t help it.

He leans forward so that his breath is fanning across your ear causing goosebumps to trail down your quivering frame. 

“What do you want?” 

Your mind is begging for air, the pleasure wrecking your body, you were starting to ache with need. The deep breath from a moment ago wasn’t doing its job, your mind was becoming hazy and you knew that he wouldn’t let you go over the edge unless you said it but your mind was gone and all you could do was beg. 

“Please” 

He traces his lips over the curve of your neck and settles right above your collarbone and he lets out a chuckle. 

He settles his eyes on yours and you can’t help but gasp at the dark look in his eyes.

He tisks at you, “What did I tell you about saying exactly what you need?”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to speak. 

He shakes his head and tilts it lightly, “I thought I did a better job at training my bunny.” 

He hums and slowly pulls his fingers out of your pulsing hole, his other hand tracing over the curve of your body. 

He pushes you up the bed so that your head is resting on the pillows that lean against the headboard. 

He sits over you for a moment admiring the way your body twitches in anticipation. 

Your breathing is shallow as you stare up at him, trying to keep your eyes from sliding down his body.

He rests his hands on both of your ankles, sliding them up until they reach the hollow area behind your knees and pushes back until your legs are sitting against your chest leaving you vulnerable to the cold air in the room and to whatever he was going to do to you. 

His eyes meet yours and he gives you a teasing smile, “Oh my sweet, sweet angel.”

“You should’ve just told me exactly what you wanted,” he sighs, running his hand across your exposed thighs leaving goosebumps in his wake, “you could’ve had my thick cock in this pretty little hole.” 

You're trying not to show how his words are affecting you but it’s hard to do so when your body keeps trying to make his hands go to the exact spot he’s avoiding. 

Your eyes are pleading up at him, begging him to give you what you need. He knows that you’re desperate. He’d been teasing you with small touches and heated kisses for the past week but had always been pulled away by something that needed his attention more than you but that all ended today when you practically jumped him as soon as he walked through the front door. 

He slides down the bed leaving him staring right at your center and he brings his finger down to trace around you, “I’m going to make you come.”

You let out a small whimper, your hips trying to buck into the finger that’s still just tracing around you, not once touching any spots that could give you actual pleasure. 

“Don’t sound so excited,” he leans down letting the hot air from his mouth puff over you making you shiver, “I’m going to make you cum but I’m not going to stop until you're crying and begging me to stop.”

His dark eyes focus on yours from between your legs, “and once I’m done with that I’m going to spread this tight little hole around my aching cock and make you come again and again until you have nothing left.”

Your pupils are blown wide and you're trying to catch your racing mind up with his words but you're drawn out of your thoughts when he gently taps your thigh trying to get your attention.

“You know what to do if it actually becomes too much, right?” His eyes are momentarily soft trying to make sure that you knew he respects your boundaries and would stop as soon as you use the verbal or non-verbal ways to communicate your safe word. 

You give a soft nod and he gives you another smirk, the dark look in his eyes returning.

“That’s my good little bunny.” 

And then he’s diving into you drawing a deep guttural moan out of you and you know that you’re in for it when he quickly brings you to the edge and doesn’t stop even after your juices are dripping down his chin.

All you can think is.

Oh fuck.

[aettuddae]

SERING KISS!!! guys admit it, SERING 🗣🔛🔝‼️

alexa play how sweet by nwjns please

im literally screaming (in my head bc it's almost 2am) and kicking my feet in bed rn. ive been waiting for this moment for yearsss. my ship 🥺❤

idk much abt dogs but serim gives me silly black cat vibes, ik ppl see black cats as serious and quiet but some just act like burnt orange cats. and they're just so silly n cute. ningning is def calico, a little silly and orange but also serious when she has to be. I love her sm. also the crying cat pic w its paw in its mouth :3 hehe

as much as I love jimin, toxic yuri, and angst i need jimin to stay away from serim bc she hurts her so much, T^T just let her be happy bro or stop sending mixed ass signals and fix ur shit first.

sorry for the inactivity, ive been mourning the fact that it could have been me watching her live in hk for the concert for the last couple of weeks. my mom and bro went to china and hk to visit family recently I only said no to going bc I can't stand my brother. I should have gone T^T ningning looked so good, I could have def ignored my bro for what, a month? (that's a lie, we can barely sit together for dinner without arguing) I COULD HAVE SEEN NING SAY SMTH IN CANTO!!! smth abt pretty girls that speak the same language has me so weak(mando and canto r similar enough,,,)

haiii, hru btw? hope ur day has been as nice as mine ever since reading the new update :3 hope u have a great day/night and that both sides of ur pillows r nice n cool!!!<3 also sorry for always writing so much. I can't stop yapping

- ur friendly neighbourhood 🦈

i wrote it for those like you who deserved to live sering to the fullest ✊🏼

she could be a silly black cat, i guess. at the end, how jimin perceives her is up to her, the rest we can have our own opinions 😅 THE CRYING CAT PIC, i love you ningning imitating the crying cat every 5 seconds, it gives me a lot of joy

but she's staying away.. kind of.. lowkey.. i mean, she gifted her a hedgehog, but other than that 🫴🏼

i hate to say this to you, but the hong kong concert has probably been the best one so far 😔 but it's understandable, if you went with your brother you would have probably not been able to enjoy it fully, it would have had a bittersweet feeling knowing someone else ruined a great experience for you. it wasn't the moment, anon, you will get to see them in the future, i'm sure !! at an opportunity where your enjoyment and happiness won't be compromised 😌

i'm fine, overall, having a decent streak 👍🏻 happy to know you're doing okay, anon, i'll have a good day, and hopefully you too. take care of yourself, and don't worry about the yapping ! 🫂

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

74 with anarcia

Anon, you're filling the need for my Anarcia heart <3. I also wrote this at 2am, so apologies for any mistakes!

Slight CW for mention of vomiting

74. “You don’t need to feel sorry for this.”

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"You don't need to feel sorry for this."

"But you've been wanting to see this show for weeks."

"Netra, your health is more important to me than seeing Six again."

Silence fell between the two women in the theater restroom.

"Can you at least open the door for me, please?"

Marcia had a feeling that her girlfriend wasn't feeling too well when they settled into their seats in the theater. She could tell that Anetra was trying to hide it, but Marcia noticed her eyes squinting at the lighting changes, and her face wincing when a louder group walked by. Marcia tried to ask Anetra before the show started if she was feeling okay, but Anetra was quick to brush it off.

Marcia heard the lock on the door of the bathroom stall slide over as the door slightly moved but wasn't pushed out to let them inside. Pulling the door handle towards them, they slipped into the small restroom stall and sat on the cold tile floor next to her girlfriend.

They found Anetra hugging her knees up to her chest, head turned towards the other direction. They heard soft sniffles coming from Anetra as well, now that they were sitting closer.

"I really hate these migraines, Marcia. I really fucking hate them."

Anetra said after a moment of silence between the two. Anetra relaxed slightly at Marcia's touch, turning and burrowing her face in their shoulder. Marcia gently stroked Anetra's back as Anetra curled further into her girlfriend's arms.

"I know, Neech. When did it start?" She asked, keeping her voice soft.

"I started seeing gray spots when we were at dinner. I was hoping that it was a false alarm, but the pain started after we got here." Anetra explained. They both knew that this wasn't the first time that Anetra denied a migraine coming on. At the beginning of their relationship, Anetra would just tell Marcia that her pain was a rough headache until one day Marcia found her girlfriend vomiting in the bathroom of their friend's house when the nausea became overwhelming.

"You could have just told me that you weren't feeling good tonight, you don't have to hide it from me, okay?" Marcia said, gently moving Anetra's cherry-red hair away from her face.

They felt Anetra sigh, slowly lifting her head off her shoulder. "I know, but it's been a hard habit to break." Anetra's face looked pale, eyes slightly red and puffy.

Marcia hated the fact that Anetra's ex-girlfriend refused to believe that Anetra's migraines were that debilitating for her. The infamous ex-girlfriend kept making Anetra go to different parties and raves, which usually led Anetra to hide out in a quiet area outside until they were ready to leave at the end of the night.

"Let me take you home, I really hate seeing you like this." Marcia stood up, offering a hand to Anetra.

Anetra nodded, slowly standing up while continuing to hold Marcia's hand. "Okay, I hope the subway isn't too busy right now. I don't know how much more noise I can handle," she said as she followed her girlfriend's lead out of the restroom.

Marcia shook her head as she took her phone out of her purse "Nope, I'm ordering us an Uber. Then when we get home, I'll be taking care of you for the rest of the night." she smiled as they waited outside the theater. Anetra was usually the strong one in their relationship and Marcia wanted to remind her that it was okay to be the one that's taken care of for once.

Anetra simply smiled under the outdoor lights of the theater "I'm really lucky to have you, Marcia."

[zealous-crow]

The Meeting

Preface: I wrote this at 2am so I don't know how much sense it'll make, but oh well. I've fallen head over heels for my two boys together and wanna build their relationship up until their eventual fall, hehe.

College was brutal for many people. You would always see students sitting along buildings or inside corridors with a sense of dread hanging loosely above them. Sometimes it was an impending deadline, other times it was balancing work with school. Whatever the case be, Zahar could relate to them. Being a fashion design major meant unending projects. He constantly carried around sketchbooks, fabric samples, and the existential dread that it would all go up in flames in the next critique. 

However, even with the challenges presented to him, he loved what he did. You could always find the tall, maroon haired man near the arts building constructing an outfit or in the library looking up references for his next design. Zahar was a well-known figure amongst campus for his kindness, but also his ability to turn anything into a work of art. There were those that envied the twenty year old, but never did that bother him. Like water in a stream, he let other’s distaste of him flow off his back. You could always find people surrounding Zahar, especially a pink haired male named Vale. 

Vale was, at the time, an English major. He could understand the time crunches of big projects as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him with his laptop out, pencil behind ear, writing page after page of essays. The dark circles were always the tell-tale sign he was coming close to a deadline. While Zahar had fans, Vale seemed to be more of an outcast. Not because he was particularly rude or weird, but because he preferred to be alone. Something about the man said, “Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.” 

The two, for unknown reasons to those that looked from the outside, couldn’t see how the ever popular Zahar was friends with someone like Vale. Zahar couldn’t believe it either sometimes. Not because he thought he was better, but because Vale was so closed off. The only information Zahar knew of Vale was that he was twenty just like him, what his major was, he had no known family to speak of or at least none that Vale had shared, and he worked just like any other average college student did. What was his job? Vale never answered directly. Just that he was a people person at heart and worked “customer service”. 

The two men met during an introductory level maths class their freshman year of college. Zahar sat near the front of the lecture hall and Vale in the back, observing the rest of the students in the room. Zahar stood out to him, with his piercing red-pink irises and partially shaved head. The professor had just announced there was going to be a partnered project, something about finances or whatever, and instructed the class to find their own partner. Upon class ending, Vale approached Zahar. With his hand outstretched as an offering, Vale spoke quietly but with confidence.

“Would you want to be partners? My name is Vale. Vale DeLuca.”

Zahar would only stare at the outstretched hand before smiling and returning the gesture. 

“Sure! My name is Zahar Bista.” Zahar spoke in a low cadence, smooth as silk. Something that made Vale have butterflies in his stomach. The two divided the work, set up a schedule of meetings, and by the end of the project, both were awarded an A. 

Zahar was pleased and congratulated Vale on the hard work both shared together. 

“We make a pretty good team, huh?” Zahar let out casually. Vale just looked over at the man and smiled, eyes closing in content. 

“Looks like it. Would you like to hang out more? Maybe as friends instead of just classmates.” Vale opened one eye to peer over at Zahar, waiting for a reply. Zahar just smiled back at the pink haired man. 

“If that means you’ll model my clothes for me, then absolutely. I can’t seem to find someone patient enough to sit through fittings.” Vale let out a laugh, agreeing to be a model. 

“Only if you proofread my essays in turn. I always need a second eye to catch mistakes.” 

“Absolutely! I think we’re going to be a good set of friends.”

[cheolhub]

SOFTIE — CHOI SOOBIN ࿐

summary. soobin can’t be mean to you no matter how hard he tries.

wc. 1.87k (oops)

warnings. super soft dom!soob, brief mention of spankings, lots of teasing, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names (princess, baby, good girl), unprotected s3x, creamp!e, slight (?) size kink (it’s soobin…), lots and lots of (sloppy) kissing :,) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this was supposed to be 500 words lol… BASED ON A REQUEST !!! idk if this is any good, i wrote it at 2am lololol, ur feedback and likes/reblogs are really appreciated !!! mwah ily all (IF U SAW ME REPOST THIS 7 TIMES, NO U DIDNT)

he tried. he really did. he tried to be the mean boyfriend who knew how to punish and ravish you like an animal. truly, from the bottom of his heart, he did try. 

but then you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder and he saw your face. that pretty little pout and those fucking tears and he slowly felt the facade fade. he wants so badly to be a big, bad, mean dom, but the grip you have on him makes it hard. really hard. it makes his cock really, really hard, too.

in all honesty, soobin gets off on your pleasure. it makes his brain fog when you moan out his name so sweet and it makes his stomach churn when you beg for more, “please, ‘binnie! just a lil faster—right there!” it makes his orgasm hit so hard when you cum all over him, clamping around him like a vice. 

it’s all the reason why he can’t lay another smack on the flesh of your ass. he can see the substantial handprints he’s left on both cheeks and he just can’t bear to see you like this. 

you turn your head to look at him again, tears staining your face and whisper, “‘binnie,” you can barely whimper out. “‘s okay, i-i can take it, i’ve been bad.” 

you’re gonna be the death of him, he decides. he shakes his head softly, rolling you onto your back. he looks at you in awe. like he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you– his pretty little gem. his plush lips press against your teary face. he wants to cover every inch of you in kisses and you can’t withstand without letting out a giggle due to his sudden change in behavior.

and to him, it sounds so pretty, much like the sound of music– he much rather prefers it over the sound of your pained screams and cries. 

“‘m sorry,” he murmurs once his lips finally inch towards your lips. “didn’t mean to hurt you,”

you hum softly, basking in the sweet feeling of his lips. “soobin, you didn’t, promise,” your lips stretch into a wide smile and your eyes flutter closed. “i’m the one who should apologize… didn’t mean to make you mad, ‘m sorry, baby,”

he melts at the familiar pet name, smiling to himself. his lips finally find yours, slotting into one another and you both sigh. it’s sweet and innocent and full of love. well, it was at first.

with every minute that passes while he’s hovering over your body, the deeper and more eager the kiss gets. before he can fully comprehend, you’re tangling your fingers into his beautiful, blonde locks, tugging at them urgently. 

“hey, soobin?” you pant against his lips. you don’t wait for his response, hotly asking, “can we still…?”

he pulls back from you, looking at you with a tiny grin, “you want it?”

“mhm,” you nod, pussy growing wetter and soaking your panties at the sight of his already-swollen lips and disheveled hair.

“hmm, can you ask me nicely?” you know he’s teasing, but you still whine nonetheless.

you frown, begging in that voice he loves so much, “can you please fuck me, ‘binnie? wanna be good and take it all.” 

he groans as his mind reels, “ah… you’re so cute.” he sits up and discards the clothes that separates the two of you, nearly moaning when he notices your arousal dripping for your pretty, pretty cunt. “‘n so wet for me.”

“all for you,” you tell him breathily. 

“good girl.” he praises and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body. you arch your back a bit and soobin giggles at the satisfying reaction. “that’s right. my good girl, always so good for me, aren’t you?”

his words have your eyes threatening to roll back as you slowly lose your mind. “fuck, baby, please… can’t take it, n-need your cock,” you whimper as you nod mindlessly at his question. “please lemme have it… ‘m gonna go crazy.”

soobin knows why he prefers this– prefers rewarding you rather than shoving your head into a pillow and fucking you from behind like a punishment. he loves watching you unravel for him. his sweet, shy girl begging for his cock. begging him to fuck you and make you feel good. he doesn’t like being mean, doesn’t like not letting you talk, doesn’t like to punish you for something as silly as being desprate for him while he’s busy.  

his breath hitches. “tell me what to do, princess.” he whispers, hand grabbing his length, stroking up and down. 

you watch him with wide eyes, envious of his hand. “p-put it in…” you say, meekly– as if you’ve never asked for his cock before. (you have about a hundred times now, but the shyness never really goes away.)

“put what in?” he teases once more, but he can tell you’re on the verge of breaking down, so he knows to tone it down. 

“your… your cock, put it in me. please…” you plead, voice cracking.

soobin loves you, every part of you. he loves your personality, your sensitive body, and he loves how needy you get. he’s not one to think with his cock, but your voice just does it for him. the way there’s so much need and desperation laced in your pleads and begs make him feel alive. it makes him feel beyond lucky that he’s the only one who gets to have you like this. 

which is another reason why he can’t be mean. you deserve the princess treatment. yeah, he teases you a bit, but that’s only because he knows you love it. he would bend and break for you– he loves doing whatever you want him to do. 

so when he pushes the bulbous head of his cock into your weeping cunt, he can’t resist the loud moan that erupts in his throat. you’re quick to sob out his name and clamp around him at the not-so-sudden invasion. he pushes himself inside you more and more til he’s nestled deep in your cunt. 

you can feel the slightly painful stretch send shockwaves through your body and you hate to admit that you like the pain, but you can’t help it. the delicious and addictive stretch of the cock you know and love makes you delirious. that’s why you give him the cue to move as soon as he bottoms out. 

“so full,” you mumble. “move, please, wan’ you to fuck me.”

he raises an eyebrow as if he’s asking if you’re sure and you nod incessantly. the anticipation has your stomach in knots, hands moving to grip at his broad shoulders. 

soobin does an experimental thrust for safety measures and when he hears your moan of pleasure and a gush of sticky arousal coating his dick, he knows you mean it. 

he takes your waist in his hands, squeezing gently as he begins to move his hips. he starts off slow but with every thrust, his pace gets more harsh, more precise until he has you right where he wants you. or maybe right where you want him. 

“o-oh!” you gasp when his tip hits all the sensitive spots inside of you. he’s so big that he doesn’t even have to try to make you feel good and the thought of it has your toes curling. you can’t even begin to imagine what it looks like when his hips meet your pelvis– your messy cunt taking in his fat cock, swallowing him whole. the idea makes you tighten around him once more, crying out, “ah! fuck, b-baby! please!”

“yeah, princess?” he moans breathily and his speed doesn’t falter. if anything, you feel like he’s fucking you harder. faster. deeper. “what is it? what do you need?”

your body feels hot, like you’re burning red and close to exploding. you can feel his tip now kissing your cervix, and you let out a throaty moan, nails digging into his shoulders. you pull him into you, “k-kiss me please.” you whine.

soobin twitches inside you, hips stuttering a bit, but he obliges (obviously) pressing his lips to yours once more for a sloppy kiss. you both moan into each other's mouths. it’s needy, hungry, amateurish– but you’re both careless. his tongue is in your mouth, and you love it but he thinks he loves it more. 

you’re so in love with how the speed of his thrusts increase. the tell-tale signs that he’s growing desperate to make you feel good and make you cum just so he can fill you up. 

the only sounds that can be heard in your shared room now are the ones of your skin meeting, the smacking of your lips and the high-pitched moans and whines coming from you and soobin (though, his moans are deeper and hotter). 

you break from the kiss to warn him, “‘bin-binnie… ‘m gonna cum,” you nearly sob, body heaving under him, both out of breath from the kiss and because the tightrope in your tummy is close to completely unraveling. 

“go on and do it for me, angel.” he whispers, putting his lips back on yours.

your eyes roll at that as your back arches off the once crisp white sheets of your bed. you moan loudly into his mouth before your body completely convulses under his. you clench around him and your pussy tries to push him out, but his cock keeps working its way back into you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

soobin is a mess on top of a mess. he’s trying to keep it together as your cum gushes all over his dick, but it’s so hard (like him). his thrusts are becoming uncoordinated and thoughtless as he fucks you with haste. 

“m-my good fucking girl,” he grunts, parting from your lips to hear your cute whines and shuddered breaths as you come down from your euphoric state. “god, i’m gonna cum, baby.”

you let out a cracked moan at his affirmation, “p-please… in me,” you pant again, clenching around him weakly at the familiar idea of feeling his cum. “oh, soobin, please cum inside me.”

there you go again with your pleads and your angelic voice. you make him crazy and he knows there isn’t a single thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you. when you ask beg him to cum, he does so in an instant. his hips press against your pelvis and he stills completely. his cock twitches in your pulsing cunt and he shoots ribbons of warm seed inside of you. 

he moans loudly when he releases, your name mixed with a string of swears and incoherent words. you fight the urge to smile lazily as you watch him in all of his contorted glory, eyelids heavy out of exhaustion– he’s so fucking beautiful. 

you hum in content at his warmth inside of you and as soon as he moves to pull out, you wrap your legs around him tightly. 

“stay with me just like this,” you murmur, arms wrapping around his neck to give him a bear hug. 

he smiles, head nuzzling into your neck as he presses soft pecks to the skin. “whatever you want, princess.” he whispers. 

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[parkermunson]

Eddie begging for your attention and hands.

No specific pronouns but reader wears a skirt♡ [1.5k]

TW: Smut, 18+ only!!!!! Handjob, dacryphilia, begging (obv)

A/N: This is my very first smut, please be kind! But also I'm open to suggestions. I wrote this at 2am and haven't really looked it over so mayhaps some grammatical errors are present.

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Perhaps the warmth of the oncoming spring ignited something in you, an insatiable hunger to tease. Or perhaps a need for control. You've been teasing him all day with your subtle touching. He's barely holding it together, his breathing unsteady and labored.

Sitting next to him at Hellfire was the perfect advantage (or punishment), gliding your hand over his knee and thigh, rubbing your thumb through his jeans with slight pressure. When you felt particularly evil, your fingers would dive into the hole in jeans to drag your nails against the skin on his lower inner thigh. Eddie's eyes would flick to you immediately, unsure whether he wants you to continue or stop altogether. When his breath hitched particularly noticably, you pulled your hand away. His knee would jerk toward you, but this was just a pause to the torture. When his attention was fully invested in the game again, his mind drifting from you finally, you repeated the cycle.

By the end of the meeting, his thoughts are focused only on you and yearns for your hands to be on his, preferably bare, body. But you're having too much fun with this cat-and-mouse game.

On the ride home, you keep your attention out the passenger side window, away from him, with your hands folded in your lap. He sighs over the soft music playing on the radio, hoping it'll grab your attention, but it does little more than boost your confidence. You can feel him shifting in his seat uncontrollably, his eyes jumping between the road and studying you. He leans over and grabs your hand to hold in his, thankful to feel your warmth, even if it isn't exactly what he wants. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, reminiscent of the pattern your thumb drew on his thigh earlier.

After a few minutes like this, he realizes it isn't enough. Your bare thigh is right there, peeking out under your skirt, and his memories from the night before recall the soft feel of it against his cheek. Your attention is still focused on the passing houses outside the van and your hand is limp in his. He lets out a whine, and you smirk out the window, not breaking your facade. The van is nearing your house and he's nearing his breaking point. Eddie isn't afraid to beg when he's desperate, and your actions are hurling him toward it.

"Baby, look at me, please," he whines. You heart skips a beat at his voice. Even after hours of listening to him narrate the game, he still has the ability to melt your insides in seconds. Your eyes drift from outside to his figure in the driver's seat. He glances between the road and you with pleading eyes.

"Yes?" You bat your eyelashes innocently. After all, your grazes have barely reached anywhere sinful.

His grip on your hand tightens and his gaze is held longer on you while expertly gliding down the road. His lips part for a moment, but close again when no words come out. He's nearing that begging point, though isn't there just yet. His head turns back to the road with another sigh escaping his lips.

The moment you pull up to your driveway, you leap out of the car, leaving a very needy Eddie to follow behind. His hands slide up your waist while you fiddle with your keys in the lock. He's squeezing your hips, wrapping his arms around your torso, and breathing in your scent at the back of your neck. You arch forward the smallest bit, grinding slightly into him, egging him on just a bit more.

A whine escapes him when the lock finally clicks and you pull away. His eyes follow your ass with each step, and he follows you like a magnet. You saunter into the living room, knowing your one-man audience is locked on your every move. Stripping your shoes and jacket off, you pull your shirt out from being tucked tightly into the waistband of your skirt and lift it just high enough for Eddie to glimpse your skin. Finally, you turn to him, only to quickly look away to your television.

"So, should we watch a movie? Maybe find something on T.V.?" His shoulders drop. You think you've lost him for a moment, but then he's sliding to you in long strides, colliding his hips to yours. His eyes are wide, dark, and filled with lust. He needs your attention. He needs you.

He grabs your chin in his thumb and index finger so gently and lifts it to meet his eyes. "Please..," he begs. His hips pushing further into you so you can feel his need pushing into your lower belly. Your hands remain at your sides, knowing the smallest touch would be giving in too soon.

"What do you need, baby" you all but whisper. Your eyes bore into his, daring him. He grows harder with your eyes on him now, as if your attention in itself owns him. As if the very essence of your being is the gravity holding him here.

"Please touch me." His eyes soften at the words leaving his mouth. The voice that leaves him sounds almost breathless, a huge contrast to earlier at Hellfire. He's breaking and you're eating it up.

"I need more than that, love. You can do better," you assert. While his voice grows softer, your's becomes firmer. The confidence in you is building the more you remember your control over him. Usually Eddie is the boisterous one, with a mouth that never shuts up. Now, he can barely form words, poor baby.

He closes his eyes for a moment, as if willing himself to stay focused. His hips stay pressed to you, unmoving. He knows better than to try anything. His breathing falls heavy on your face, and his grip on your chin has a slight shake to it. He's reached that point, he's at your mercy completely.

"Please... please touch me. I'll do anything, please–" you cut his whines off with an open-mouthed kiss. The begging wasn't nearly as long as you would have liked, but your patience is wearing thin. Your hand grips the hair on the back of his head while the other slides between your bodies to cup his length. A moan hums through him, and you can feel him relax against your touch. You continue to fondle him through his jeans when you break away from the kiss for air. His eyes remain closed and his breathing is labored, practically shaking his frame with every breath.

Much to your disapproval, he bites his lip to keep silent. Your hand immediately stops its stroking, and he lets out a cry. His soft eyes find yours, knowing instantly of his mistake. "Beg," you spit. His eyes are on the verge of tears with how needy he is. He can feel how desperate his cock is with each twitch. You've barely given him a crumb, and he's treated it like a buffet.

"Baby, please, I'm begging you. I need you so badly." His eyes have glossed over, and his knees are weakening. Your hand is still lingering on the front of his crotch, the warmth of your fingers sending jolts through him. "Please touch me, I need to cum, please." His voice is gravelly, and gains strength the more he talks. You raise a brow at him as he starts to babble our pleas, yet your hand continues to remain in the same spot, unmoving.

When a tear finally falls from his lash line and streams down his blushed cheek, both your hands yank down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans and underwear in seconds. His face scrunches at the cold air meeting his heated cock. Another tear breaks free, and your tongue glides along his cheek to lap it up.

His head falls back and moans freely, pleas escaping his lips. You spit on your hand and guide it along his length, squeezing him the way he loves. When you reach his tip, your thumb flicks the underside subtly, and barely glides over his slit. He's in heaven, moving his hands to grip your hips to ground himself. Your hand begins pumping at a quickening pace, the feel of the veins rubbing against your fingertips has your mouth watering. He tries to look down at your hand moving over him but the pleasure is too much, and his eyes keep closing. You mouth at his neck, biting and sucking marks into the soft skin you can reach. The sounds running past his lips has your legs ready to buckle beneath you.

As he nears his orgasm, you speed up your hand. He's a mess of moans and begging. "Don't stop" leaves his lips, over and over like a prayer alongside your name. His eyelids are fluttering and his hips are thrusting forward to collide your hands with his pubic bone. Your hand reaches into his hair, and pulls, hard. It pushes him over and he's jerking against you as he spills against your wrist and arm. You continue stroking him as he rides out the rest of his high. His hand finds your wrist and grips it tightly, when the movement becomes too much.

"Fuck, I love it when you beg."