#once again this is probably incoherent but i had to write this down before i had forgotten AGAIN

[smallest-moon]

what if vash was a god, a benevolent god loved by many, who worked hard everyday to listen and attend to everyone's prayers and kept spreading himself thinner and thinner but it was okay as long as his people were safe right?

then something horrible inevitably happens and no matter what vash attempts to do, he cannot fix this! the people turn against him, where was their god? wasn't he supposed to protect them? why couldn't he save them?

useless, useless, u s e l e s s

he falls from divinity but he's not a common man, he is something else... something lower, something despicable. destruction and devastation followed him like a shadow no matter where he went and despite all this he never lost his kindness and heart

he falls from divinity but he's not a common man, he is something else... he is more human than humans could ever be

what if wolfwood was dangerous and deranged... his early life being of pain and misery, the only thing he clings on to is the orphanage. the place he was raised and helped raise many like him. he does not believe in gods because if they truly exist then why do they suffer so much? how many more children are going to turn out like him? bitter, cold and resentful

he is always kind to the children there, he never ever let's them see his true self they already suffered enough.. he wouldn't hesitate to burn the world to the ground but he'd sooner set himself on fire if it meant he would keep the children from harm

so it is no surprise that when calamity strikes and the orphanage gets razed to the ground, that in wolfwood's final living moments his grief, pain and rage that burn hot in his heart don't allow him to cross into the afterlife and he turns into a vengeful ghost

he is weak but quickly grows strong. he chases the transgressors like a vengeful god, for if the gods themselves do not destroy their pathetic scummy existence, do not make them pay the consequences for their actions then wolfwood would take care of it himself... it doesn't take long for people to grow fearful of The punisher

what if a too-much-of-a-human divine being met with a former human whose heart stopped beating turning him into something cruel? what if the faithless man that kept praying to protect what he loved despite not believing in gods met a broken god crushed by guilt and love who was trying to attone for his own sins with one act of kindness at a time?

[senseofnewness]

https://www.tumblr.com/senseofnewness/759188575996837888/double-fault

do you think… it’s okay if not… you could write a little blurb on when she finally let patrick fuck her ass? hehe

original fic here (this can be read on its own but it's just smut)

double fault - bonus [nsfw]

With your IUD out, your body had begun to surge with hormones again, and it felt like they were taking over. You could sense that you were ovulating, and instead of seeking your husband’s company, all you could think about was feeling Patrick deep inside you. It was an intense need, almost animalistic, way more urgent than you usually craved him, and it frustrated you, especially after his smug comments about your life choices. Sure, he had apologized, but you had not forgiven him. You had every intention of giving him the cold shoulder for the next week or so, but instead, you found yourself at his doorstep, knocking with an insistence that embarrassed you.

After a minute of waiting, impatience got the better of you. You knew he was home, his car was parked in the driveway. He was probably just deeply asleep. It was still only 11 am, after all. For Patrick, that was a perfectly normal hour to be still in bed. You fumbled under the rug for the spare key, something you had done countless times before, and let yourself in. The thought crossed your mind that he might have some company, too busy fucking another to answer the door. Your heartbeat quickened at the idea of it, and with each step into the quiet house, you braced yourself for what you might find. 

Once inside, you felt a wave of relief, no grunts or moans echoed from the bedroom, just the soft sound of Patrick's quiet snoring. You slipped off your shoes, moving on your tiptoes toward the bedroom. There he was, sprawled naked across the bed, his perfect back facing you, muscles relaxed in sleep. A smile tugged at your lips at the sight of him so vulnerable, so at peace. And at the fact that he was flashing his crack at you, this time unintentionally, for a change.

Quietly, you stripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a messy pile before you slid underneath the sheets. Wanting to feel him closer, you wrapped one arm around his broad back, sneaking the other under his head and draping it around his neck. You nestled your head against his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent. He didn’t stir at your touch, just mumbled something incoherent. “Patrick…” You whispered into his ear, your breath warm against his skin. Your hands roamed across his chest, fingers brushing over his pecs, giving them a teasing squeeze. A wide grin spread across his face, his eyes remaining closed, sleep still lingering on him. “This is your neighbor.” You teased, leaning in closer, your lips brushing his ear. “The grandma?” He murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness. “Yes.” You whispered again, nibbling on his earlobe, your tongue tracing the outline of his ear. “Mmh, always knew you were kinky.” He replied, a lazy smile on his face and his mouth slightly open in bliss.

Playing with his ears was a guaranteed way to get Patrick’s attention. You let your fingers trail down his stomach, teasingly following the line of hair leading to his crotch. “For a second, I thought you were that girl.” He murmured, guiding your hand lower, his touch encouraging you to explore down his happy trail. “What girl?” You asked, deliberately skimming his pubic bone with your fingertips. “The clingy one who’s always coming back for more…” He added with a smirk. You frowned at his words. Clingy? Was that how he saw you? You weren’t clingy. Right? “Sounds awful.” You sighed, pulling your hand away from his lower abdomen. Patrick seized your hand, gripping it firmly. “No, I actually love it. She makes me so hard.” He confessed. You nestled your face into his neck, smiling. He loved it. He didn’t like it. He loved it. Or at least, he said he did. Maybe it was all sweet talk because he was hard and horny, maybe he did mean it. After all, he had not gotten rid of you yet. You peppered his neck with warm kisses but kept your hand withdrawn. He whimpered at the loss. Before he could protest further, you spat into your hand and wrapped it around his length, starting to stroke him. A deep moan escaped him as you worked him over. “Damn, grandma.” He groaned. You laughed softly, continuing your ministrations as you used your free hand to pull his face closer to yours. You pressed your lips against his, pulling him into a deep, urgent kiss. Morning breath and all, you didn’t care. You craved the feel of his mouth, the warmth of his tongue, and the softness of his lips. The thought that your kiss was the first thing he tasted upon waking, even before he had a chance to brush his teeth, turned you on. It was crazy how things that once repulsed you : sweat, the taste of cigarettes, morning breath, hairs, and even cum, now drove you wild when it came to Patrick.

You traced your fingertips along his jawline, lightly scratching the coarse hairs of his beard, while your other hand worked overtime on his cock. Patrick's hand slid down to grab his sack, fondling it in sync with your strokes. His mouth drifted from your lips, latching onto your chin as he sucked on it, leaving a trail of warm drool that marked you as his own. His tongue trailed down to your neck as you tried to sneak a glance over his shoulder at his cock. With Patrick, saliva was always part of the equation, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You tightened your grip around his hard length, tugging at it eagerly. Fisting Patrick’s cock was usually a way to coax a quick orgasm out of him when time was short, but now you knew it was likely the only thing he would allow, with penetration off the table. So you took your sweet time, gripping and sliding with deliberate care. His fingers dug into his balls, almost squishing them. That was usually a sign that he was close. Relief washed over you because your wrist was beginning to grow tired from the motion.

He finally came with a low grunt that made you grin as he glazed your hand, his stomach, and the sheets with his cum. You leaned in to place a soft kiss against his lips before gently releasing your grip on his cock. Raising your hand to your mouth, you licked it clean of his semen, savoring the tangy taste. Once he caught his breath, he turned around, flipping you onto your back. “Oh, so it was you all along.” He murmured, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face as he crawled on top of you, pinning your hands above your head. “You know that old cunt made a noise complaint.” He said, sitting on your stomach. “The grandma?” You asked, licking the remnants of cum from your lower lip, your heart racing with thrill. He nodded, trailing his hands down your arms, making you giggle when he lightly brushed against your armpits. His hands squeezed your breasts tightly before he leaned down, lifting himself off of you, trailing his tongue from the middle of your ribcage to the spot just below your belly button. He spread your knees apart, kissing his way to your core, where he paused, spreading your folds apart to reveal your clit and entrance. You used to feel shy under his gaze, but now you only felt sexy, empowered by the way he looked at you like a starving man. He buried his face between your legs, sloppily devouring you with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. “Patrick…” You gasped, instinctively trying to close your thighs around his head, the sensation overwhelming. In the back of your mind, a small fear lingered that he might remember you were off birth control and suddenly pull away without a warning, but for now, all you could do was lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.

Getting eaten out by Patrick was always a messy affair of sucking and slurping. He didn’t just lick you carefully, he simply made out with your cunt. He would suck on your clit until it was swollen and red, the skin nearly bursting, while his tongue dove deep inside you, lapping up your juices with eager, sloppy strokes. His face would be drenched with your juices, and his eyes never left yours, watching every moan and gasp that escaped your lips. Seeing your face as you came on his tongue was his favorite part. Then, he started tentatively flicking his tongue over your other hole. You instinctively tried to squeeze your cheeks in resistance, but he simply spread them wider, determined to get a closer taste. The tip of his tongue tickled your insides, and you whimpered. “I want you…” You tried to distract him from venturing any further. “Are you going to let me put it in then?” He asked, raising his head to meet your eyes. So, he was still fixated on the idea of fucking your ass? “Patrick…” You sighed, closing your legs in front of him, trying to put an end to his idea. “I can make you feel really good.” He murmured, gently prying your legs open again. “I didn’t clean myself.” You tried to argue, searching for any excuse to deter him. “I just had my tongue on your asshole. Believe me, I really don’t care.” He replied, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “Please?” He pleaded, his expression turning into a sad pout, as if he was about to give you those irresistible puppy eyes. “Patrick…” You repeated, trying to hold your ground, but he wasn’t giving up. “Please? I’ll eat your pussy two times a day in exchange. No, make it three!” He bargained, as if it was some chore for him when, in reality, he usually did it without you even having to ask. “Please?” He finally begged, his voice softer, more desperate this time. “Fine.” You sighed, finally giving in and leaned back on the bed, covering your face with a pillow. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to see the grin spreading across your face. You had finally gotten him to beg for it, just like you wanted.

You peeked from under the pillow as he moved over you, grabbing the lube from his bedside drawer. The anticipation in his eyes made your heart race as he poured the slippery liquid onto his fingers, spreading it carefully over your hole. "You ready?" He asked, his voice a mix of eagerness and concern. You nodded, though your nerves were on edge. "I'm just using my fingers for now." He assured you, dropping the bottle aside. He slowly slid his index finger inside you, pushing gently until it was buried to the knuckle. You were used to feeling his fingers brush against that spot, but this was different, it wasn’t just a joint, it was his entire finger, and instead of pleasure, it mostly felt like you needed to push him out. “Fuck… I don’t think it’s going to fit. You’re going to swallow me whole.” He muttered, biting his lower lip as he watched his finger thrust in and out of you. Instinctively, you clenched around him, hoping your tightness might make him reconsider and shift his focus back to your cunt. But instead of scaring him, it only seemed to fuel his desire. “Babe… You’re going to break it.” He whimpered, glancing up at you with a playful pout. He withdrew his finger briefly before placing both his index and middle fingers at your entrance, pushing them in slowly. The stretch was more intense, discomfort setting in as you felt yourself being opened wider than ever before. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he spread his fingers apart like a pair of scissors, stretching you even further.

Two fingers weren’t even close to how big Patrick was. Sure, it was a small victory that they fit, but there was still a long way to go. “Pat…” You whined, closing your eyes as the discomfort began to edge toward pain. “I know, baby… You’re doing so good.” He murmured, his voice soothing as he tried to encourage you. You grabbed the pillow again, biting down on it as he curled his fingers inside you, flicking them gently. The sensation was too much. “I don’t like it!” You blurted out, your body instinctively trying to push his fingers out. He immediately withdrew his fingers, giving you a moment to recover. You uncovered your face at the sudden loss of contact, a mix of relief and frustration washing over you. “I promise it will feel good.” He assured you. He sounded sincere but anything felt somewhat good to Patrick, even intense pain. “Easy for you to say, you’re a guy! It’s supposed to feel good!” You whined, throwing the pillow at him in a moment of exasperation. He laughed, easily dodging the pillow as it landed on the floor. “Trust me” He said softly, planting tender kisses along the inside of your thighs. “I would never hurt you.” You couldn’t help but melt a little at his words. You knew he cared about you, he just had his own unique ways of showing it. “Alright.” You whispered, your eyes still shut, bracing yourself for what was next. Without hesitation, his two fingers were back inside you, gently but firmly working to spread you a bit wider. The stretch was still uncomfortable, but his reassuring touch made it more bearable.

After a minute of fingering, Patrick decided that adding a third finger might be okay. But it wasn’t. The burn was barely tolerable, making you whimper in pain. He immediately began trailing soft kisses from your pubic bone up to your throat, trying to distract you from the discomfort. “Pat…” You moaned, your voice tinged with desperation. You wanted to scream at him to just go ahead and slide in, to get it over with and endure the pain all at once rather than this slow, agonizing stretch. “I think I’m ready.” You said, though you knew it was a lie. Although the slow torture of his fingers had you second-guessing whether you could handle him, you wanted this to end as quickly as possible. Patrick’s eyes held a mixture of curiosity and concern as he spread his fingers wider one last time before pulling them out. “Turn around then.” He instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. You frowned, hesitation evident. “Can’t we do it like this?” You asked, gesturing to the bed where you were still lying on your back. “I want to watch what you’re doing.” You admitted, almost mumbling the confession. You didn’t want him to think you were suddenly enjoying the idea of it. “You don’t trust me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “I do.” You reassured him, meeting his gaze. “I just want to see why you think it’s so hot.” You whispered, your voice barely audible. Without a word, Patrick lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock, generously coating it with lube, and rubbed the tip against your ass. “Can you see like this?” He asked, making sure you get to enjoy the show as well. You looked down at your crotch. While you still didn’t get a full view of your asshole, you could see his cock pressed against your entrance. You nodded, and he began to push his tip inside you. The intrusion was almost too much to bear, and you wanted to scream, but Patrick covered your mouth with his own, kissing you softly as he eased himself in.

You quickly grabbed his face, pulling him closer, feeling your eyes well up with tears from the stretch, despite Patrick’s soothing kisses. The sensation of fullness grew as he slowly pushed deeper, eventually reaching the depths of your guts. He paused once fully inside, allowing you to adjust to the feeling. Patrick pulled away just enough to glance at where your bodies joined, the sight causing his cock to throb inside you. “Fuck… I can’t believe it…” He moaned, his voice thick with awe. He sealed his lips over yours in a desperate attempt to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as he began to thrust into you. He thrust into your ass in a way that was completely different from how he did with your vagina. Rather than the long strokes and the pulling in and out, his thrusts were quick and short, never fully withdrawing. You gasped as his lower abdomen repeatedly bumped against your clit, the sensation being the only truly enjoyable part of it. “H-how does it… feel?” You managed to ask, though your breaths came in shallow gasps due to the awkward position. “So fucking tight.” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he quickened his pace. Passion had overtaken him, with your comfort now coming second. The pain had dulled into something different, an odd sensation, as if something significant was happening, but not quite in the right place.

“Am I doing alright?” You asked, watching him as he thrust into you. You bit your lower lip, struggling to focus on the sensation. You wanted to be active and make him feel good, but you found it hard to move under his weight. “You’re perfect, baby…” His words gave you butterflies. You knew he was praising your ability to take him, but you chose to overlook it. The fact that he saw you as perfect was more than enough to make the fucking way more stimulating. “Does it feel good for you too?” He asked, sweat glistening on his forehead. You nodded, eager to make him happy. In truth, you liked knowing that he was enjoying himself, and that alone filled you with a sense of satisfaction. The penetration itself was tolerable, neither overwhelming nor entirely pleasurable, but it was enjoyable enough. For a moment, you thought that if you concentrated on Patrick hard enough, you might have been able to orgasm. So you studied him intently, observing his closed eyes and mouth hung open in bliss. From his long eyelashes, to the freckles scattered across his face and especially those on his lips, to his ears, which always drove you wild. Just when you thought this might be only a pleasurable experience for Patrick, he slid his fingers between you and began rubbing your clit. “Don’t bullshit me.” He said softly. You were glad you couldn’t hide anything from Patrick, he knew you better than anyone.

The sounds of his heavy sack slapping against your ass echoed in the room, mingling with your heavy breathing and Patrick’s moans. The old neighbor next door would probably have something to complain about again in the days to come. Patrick's fingers worked inside you while his thumb deliciously circled your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your lower tummy, making you smile with satisfaction. Now, you could fully enjoy yourself. You leaned your head back as he covered your neck with kisses, his teeth grazing your skin. “Patrick…” You moaned, clenching tightly around him. You placed your hand on top of his, guiding him to stroke you faster and apply more pressure against your clit. You could feel his cock driving into you with the tips of your fingers, as you were practically fucking his hand like it was your own. It didn’t take long before you were on the edge. You were always able to make yourself come within minutes. “C-c-coming…” You mumbled, tightening your grip on his hand and squeezing him hard as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, baby…” He gasped, his thighs contracting as his release grew closer. Just a few more thrusts, and he was there. “Me too…” He muttered just before he released his thick seed into you with a grunt, his body shuddering in the aftermath.

After a moment of stillness, he withdrew from you, carefully lowering your legs from his shoulders before collapsing on top of you, utterly breathless. You instinctively wrapped your trembling legs and arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. Nestling your head into the crook of his neck, you focused on calming your heart, which felt as if it might burst from your chest. That was it. You had crossed every boundary with Patrick. You were completely his and no one had ever owned you like this.

Maybe anal sex wasn’t so bad after all.

[starvity]

heyy! you can totally ignore this is ur not comfy but i’m sick (and delusional) rn so how would zb1 react to reader having a nose bleed when they’re hiding their sickness 🫶

anyways i love all your work so farrr <33

— ☆ zb1 reacting to you getting a nose bleed

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: slight angst, fluff // warnings: BLOOD obviously, arguments/yelling, tears uhuh. reader is sick and tired...

author’s note: get well soon anon :(( i am once again writing angst today what is happening!!! thank you for requesting though hehe and let me call jebewon real quick and tell them to take care of you!!! (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

���✩‧₊˚ jiwoong

he would totally panic but only internally. in reality, he will try to act composed to take care of you and your nose bleed. will get you some tissues and a warm towel to wipe the blood stains off your nose. once he made sure the nose bleed had stopped, his panic mode will comeback and he's going to ask you thousands of questions!! if you tell him that it's not the first time that it has happened this week he will obviously lecture you and force you to cuddle with him until you get better. "didn't i tell you to stay in bed?" jiwoong asks. "i'm just going to open the door, calm down." you chuckle, trying to get behind your boyfriend who was standing in front of the door, blocking it. a sudden smile breaks the serious look on his face. he lifts you up and throws you on the bed. "i'll be your legs for this week so stay here, will you?"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hao

very confused when you were casually talking on the couch and he notices the blood dripping from your nose. probably like :O for a few seconds before you kindly ask him to get you some tissues. trips and bumps into furniture a few times on his way to the bathroom because he's confused and panicked. however, when you tell him you've been kinda sick but you were hiding it from him, prepare yourself to get yelled at lmao. of course, not to the point to make you cry but i see him just screaming some incoherent sentences (definitely curses in chinese under his breath lol) about how you need to take your health seriously. in the end, he will softly kiss you and make a promise to never hide anything from the other again :]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

leader mode activated!!!! as soon as he noticed your nose was bleeding, he tells you not to panic as he gets a tissue from his bag. he softly places it on your face and explains to you what's happening. you might think he's the calmest one but his eyes can't lie!! he's looking at you with such a concerned face when you tell him your health hasn't been the best lately. you chuckle, letting him know that he doesn't need to worry. he sighs and takes your hands in his, asking you to please tell him when you're sick so he can help you with chores, work, etc. throughout the week, when you get up to cook, clean or even go out instead of resting, he will call your name sternly and point to the bed with a small nod, indicating you to go lie down before he does it himself.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

super confused n°2. when he notices you rushing to the bathroom from your desk, he doesn't really question it. but when he goes to wash his hands and sees the blood-stained tissues in the trashcan, he knew something wasn't right. matthew comes up from behind you, who was super focused writing on your laptop, and wraps his arms around your torso. he starts pressing some kisses along your jawline, suggesting you to take a break. when you don't seem to move at his words, he turns your chair around and cups your cheeks with his hands. upon seeing the tired look on your face, he asks if you've been sick lately. when you tell him you were but didn't want to tell him, he takes you in his arms and carries you to the bed. you end up talking a bit (mainly matthew ranting about how much he loves you and how you should take care of yourself) before falling asleep.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

takes it extremely seriously. your nose starts bleeding again and you sigh, grabbing another tissue. the box was almost empty with the amount of times it had happened this week. you reassure taerae that you were used to it as his eyes widen. he cannot believe you've been hiding the fact that you were sick from him and worse, that you lied; saying you were fine whenever he asked you how you were doing. i wouldn't even be surprised if a small argument occured because i feel like taerae would base his relationships on trust and you hiding something from him will definitely hurt him a little. probably gives you the silent treatment for 3 hours (cause he's just dramatic like that) before coming back to your shared room to check up on you. when he discovers that you still haven't taken a break he throws a blanket on your face and drags you to the bed (on the floor, if he has to). wouldn't talk for a good 20 minutes before sighing and telling you to never hide anything from him again. he also apologizes for the small fight and kisses your face over and over again <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

like every friday, ricky was taking you on a date. you had fallen sick at the beginning of the week and you kinda wish you could’ve staid home today. but since it was the only day you two could really hang out, you didn't want to cancel your plans. you were sitting on the bed, waiting for ricky who takes forever to get ready. your head starts spinning so you briefly close your eyes in hope that the feeling will go away. you hear him softly call your name, asking your opinion on which tie would suit him better. and you know how they get nose bleeds when they see someone attractive in anime? well today, ricky thought that it could also happen in real life. he starts to laugh, saying how your body can't handle his charm, in a teasing voice. when you tell him it's because you've been sick though, his smile drops immediately. he can't really hide the embarrassing blush on his ears as he apologizes for this bad "joke" (he was completely serious). "then let's stay inside today, yeah?" he suggests, opening his arms for a hug.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

another dramatic one omg... i also see him being kinda terrified of blood so he will probably throw you some tissues from a distance, his face turned away from you and his eyes shut. you can't help but laugh at his behaviour while he screams that it's not something to joke about and that he will call his mom to drop you off at the hospital. "i've just been feeling kinda sick, don't worry about it", you confess but he suddenly grabs your face, shaking it slightly "why didn't you tell me!?", he screams. gyuvin abruptly stops his action, his face growing dark again when he thinks about the possibility of another nose bleed happening from shaking you like this. later, you end up watching a movie together, finally allowing yourself to rest. you can't help but giggle every 5 minutes when you turn your head just to see gyuvin staring at you with big eyes "are you REALLY sure you're okay??". please kiss him and tell him you're alright for the nth time today because my man is STRESSED.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

see, gunwook is super attentive so i don't think it would be so easy to hide the fact that you were sick. you noticed how he would check up on you more often, and how he would offer to do the chores for you (even though he would always whine when he had to do them). when you kept telling him that you were alright, he tried to appear less concerned but so many questions were still running at the back of his mind. his assumptions were finally revealed to be true as a drop of blood lands on your sheet while you were studying together. you try to hide your face from him, quickly grabbing a tissue to clean the blood. "let me see." he cups your cheeks, obliging you to look at him. you had never seen him so serious and if you were being honest, the unusual frown on his face was scaring you a little. you spoke first, admitting that you've been sick and apologizing for not letting him know. gunwook shushes you with a peck on your forehead as he sees your eyes water. you spend the entire night talking about your concerns, holding and comforting each other. <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

doesn't really make it a big deal. or at least that's how it looks like. yujin has been observing how hard you've working and how you would look a bit more tired than usual. you would reply late to his texts, ignore his calls because you were "sleeping", tell him that you can't meet up because you're busy...again... he was once again having trouble falling asleep tonight as many thoughts were clouding his mind. he had even asked his mom and his friends about how to bring the subject up with you. looking at the time on the clock, he gets up and decides to walk to your house, not knowing if you would even be awake to let him in. you open the door, a tissue stuffed into your nostril and awkwardly greet yujin. he stares at you blankly before letting himself in and closing the door behind him. without a word, he hugs you "you're stupid", his voice sounds weak. you apologize, rubbing his back as you hear his sobs, he must have been so worried to see you like this. "promise me to never overwork yourself again when you're sick", he pulls away and dries his tears. "i promise", you murmurs and interlocks pinkies.

[misc-obeyme]

Hii!!

I'm the anon who asked about belphie and mc's nsfw moment and by their first meeting I meant when he seduces mc instead of killing them as a form a revenge. Just that!

You can start it however you like

Whenever is OG or NB

Okay, got it!

Well, I did my best lol. I used some actual lines from the game from Lesson 16 in OG. I don't know if I managed to write what you're asking for... but I tried! Hopefully it isn't too terrible.

GN!MC x Belphegor

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: Belphie is super manipulative and probably kinda OOC, penetration (reader receiving), biting

When Belphie opened his arms to hug you, you stepped into them readily. How long had you been hoping to set him free? And now you were in the attic and the door was open.

Belphie held you close, almost gently, his face buried in your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"Ah… this really brings back memories," he said. "This feeling… I wonder how long it's been since I've touched a human? So, MC…"

He stepped back, but kept his hands on your waist and suddenly he was in demon form. A thrill ran through you at the sight.

"…how can I express how I'm feeling right now?" Belphie reached up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. "What can I do?"

You weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction to him. There was a hunger in his eyes that you couldn't mistake and yet you found yourself ready, willing.

"You're stunning," Belphie said, clearly looking you up and down. He stepped closer to you again, wrapping an arm around you. "You won't make me beg, will you?"

He pressed his lips to your neck, almost biting, before he pulled back to kiss you properly.

You could have resisted, perhaps. You could have refused him. But there was so much tension between you and in that moment, all you wanted was to feel him. You kissed him back, tugged on his clothes, indicating your desire for their removal.

Belphie laughed into the kiss, pulling you against him as he moved toward the bed in the attic.

You were in a haze of heat and need as he undressed you, removing your clothes without a second thought before tossing his own to the floor.

For months, you had been working toward opening that attic door. Never once had you imagined that it would lead to this. The look in Belphie's eyes made you feel like he was planning to devour you and you found you wanted nothing else.

You squirmed a bit with impatience and he laughed again.

Belphie put a hand on your cheek. "Ah, you're so desperate for me, aren't you, MC?"

You didn't have a chance to reply as he pressed his cock into your heat. He moved faster than you were prepared for and you cried out, clutching at him, leaving nail marks in his back.

His thrusts were hard and fast from the start. You moaned and your body shuddered, your legs naturally wrapping around him.

Belphie didn't hold back. His horn pressed against your cheek as he bit your shoulder and your nails dug deeper into his back.

You came first, crying out incoherently as you did, squirming beneath him as he kept going, never losing momentum even as you squeezed him hard with your orgasm.

He lifted your hips to give himself better access and his cock was hitting that spot inside you with a consistent rhythm. Tears sprang to your eyes as you crashed into overstimulation, your fingernails raking down his arms, his name falling unceasingly from your lips.

When Belphie finally came, you gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of you. He slipped out of his demon form, laying down next to you and pressing his face into your neck.

"You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" he whispered into your ear.

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[kurokawaia]

❛ Motorcycle ❜

postfire!Mello X Fem!Reader X Matt

WC; 2k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Threesome, degrative terms, praise, oral, anal, handjob, + more

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯𝒮 :: @giyaaaa - so happy ur writing again yippee🎉🎉Motorcycle part 2🙂| annony - motorcycle pt 2 when😩😩😩😩😞😞

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On the way to from the store, my folds were soaked, the fluids only being help by my panties. The silken material was probably soaked by now, but I knew that Mello wouldn’t have cared if I had voiced my opinions on being left like that.

I knew that if I asked Mello to head back to the apartment that we were currently renting, for the purposes of staying incognito as much as we could because of Kira, Mello would’ve gotten the slightest bit annoyed. I did drag him out here to get me some chocolate, not even he wanted chocolate at this time at night but I sure did.

Another reason Mello would’ve gotten agitated was that if we had entered the apartment and Matt’s presence was clearly evident within the confines of the room, the three of us knew what was going to happen.

My arms tighten around Mello’s waist, my arms wrapping around the bare skin that was exposed from his leather vest. I loved the feeling of warmth that radiated of his flesh, it seeped into my skin and never stopped to cause a flush to rise within my body.

I let my fingers trace incoherent shapes into his skin and I felt his body tense underneath my soft and teasing touch. Watching from just past his shoulder, his hand within my view tighten around the handle of the bike, his fingers flexing under the leather gloves. Those same gloves that I’ve had tighten around my throat multiple times.

My hands trail down further past the waist band of his pants, my cool fingers causing his warm skin to shiver under my touch. “You better stop,” Mello abruptly said lowly, but I could still hear him over the wind whipping past us.

I didn’t listen.

We weren’t far away from the shops until Mello saw the cut in the round and made a U-turn. My mouth drops beneath my helmet. “Mello!” I exclaimed, my voice muffled through the helmet.

Maybe I should’ve listened.

::

We barely made it past the door back into the apartment when Mello's lips slammed onto mine, his tongue pushing and entangling with mine as I struggled to walk backwards. Mello was forcefully walking forwards at a pace that I could not keep up with, I was tasked with having to make sure not to falter in my steps.

His hand was tight against my waist as his other hand tightly gripped my hair and angled my head up into the heated kiss. My own hands held on to his leather jacket hopelessly. Mello slammed me against the wall the moment just past the hallway near the living room, the impact causing me to let out a strained, breathless gasp into his mouth.

Mello smirked against my lips at my reaction. His hands moved from their original place, he parted from the heavy kiss to hastily tug my black lace shirt over my head, tossing the garment to the oak floor before pressing his lips against mine once more.

My hands helplessly pawed at his jacket, wanting to tug the sleek fabric off his shoulders down his arms. Mello reluctantly let his hands fall from my body once more so I could slip the fabric off him.

Mello guided me to our room and my body fell onto the bed with a soft thud. I slid of my skirt and tattered fishnets while Mello stripped himself of his vest and his baggy pant right before his lips molded onto mine once more.

My body was flipped around, he grabs my arm, pulls my back into his chest, and I gasp as he wraps his arms around my body and forces my face around to look up at him. "You feel that, doll?" He breathed over my lips as he pushes his hips into my ass.

The thick, hard ridge of his cock nudges my ass, and I let out a breathy sigh at the contact that I desperately needed. My clit throbs, and I shift on my knees, attempting to get a deeper feeling of his dock nestled between my ass, feeling the slickness between my legs.

He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning as if in pain, and I only have a moment to suck in a quick breath before his mouth covers mine. I let out a whimper into Mello's mouth at the strain from the angle my head is at but my heart almost jumps out my chest at the action of him entangling his out with mine once more.

Taking my lips, the heat of his tongue swirling against my tongue and mouth goes straight down into my belly then my throbbing heat. A moan escapes my plump lips as I cry out btu Mello just grins against my lips.

Mello's mouth eats up every crevasse within my mouth, moving over and past my tongue, kissing the corners of my mouth and biting the flesh on my bottom lip before kissing my roughly once more. My hand snaked around and I grasp his hand, guiding him down to my lower abdomen, hoping he'd get the hint, since he's a little pre occupied with my mouth.

Mello's gasps into my mouth which is followed by another smirk. "Dirty girl," He moans into my mouth as the kiss falters, I use the quick break to catch my breath.

He bites my bottom lip before his fingers play with my clit, causing my to let out a breathy moan at the contact. Mello's other hand leaves my face and unclips my bra, the material slipping down my arms while be began to massage my breast.

"Miheal," I whimper as my head falls slack while my back arches.

His lips trail hotly down the back of my neck and all I could do was let him slowly tease by leaving wet kisses. He nibbles, bites, and sucks on my neck, shoulders, and over my shoulder blades as he continues kneading my breast. My underwear was soaked as he rubbed my puffy clit though the silk material.

Mello's hips grind into me from behind and I've melted into his arms, wanting him to help me more. "Miheal," I let slip out my mouth in a needy tone.

"Patience," Mello mutters against my skin of my back, suddenly, his hand that was rubbing my clit, slipped my panties down my leg and ran a finger down my soaked folds. I let a moan slip from my lips.

"You two are back quick," Matt announced gruffly as he walked into Mello and I's room and my eyes widened.

"Heh, took you long enough, Matt," Mello breathed out, swallowing a moan. "Thought you weren't going to come."

I was going to take the both of them again, no matter how much I was afraid, the heat pooled hotter and faster in my lower abdomen at the thought. Last time this happened, it was a complete Euphoria for me.

Matt thumps onto to the bed in front of me his legs spread slightly and his brown hair shading his eyes. "Go on, {Y/n}," Mello rasped. "You know what to do."

And I do so without hesitation.

I lean forward and take Matt in my mouth, his long, thick length hard as rock. I fist the base, because I can’t take it all, and suck him slow and gentle, licking and teasing with my tongue.

I choke on a moan when I felt Mello slide his length inside my sobbing was as tears prick my eyes. Matt's fingers entangle through my {H/c} hair as Mello's rocks into my gummy walls, his length hitting that spot inside me that caused me to faulter in breathing.

I lifted my head off of Matts throbbing length and I stroke him softly as I trail kisses up his abs, his smooth skin shivering under my hot touch. I indulge in his taste but calm was short lived when I felt Mello tightly grip my plush ass, I let out a groan against Matt's skin, but I never stopped in pumping his length, even as my hand movements faltered.

"She seems to be enjoying herself too much," Mello breaths out. "Don't ya think?"

"Definitely," Matt groans out, his hold on my hair releasing as he throws back his head against the headboard.

Mello's hand grips the back of my neck and I felt a finger enter my rear. I let out a moan at the sensation of Mello's dick thrusting into my tight gummy walls while his finger lay resting in my ass.

"Get sucking," Matt ordered as he noticed my hand faltering in stroking up and down his hard dick. "Go on, 'm not waiting all day, pretty slut."

Breathy whimpers and moans continued to exit my mouth as my trembling tongue kitty licked the top of his throbbing cock. "That's a good girl," Matt hisses out patting my head before helping my guide my hand to but the start of his shaft.

I sink my mouth down him farther and farther, feeling him tap the back of my throat. He jerks, a strangled groan leaving his throat. I move up and down him, rolling my ass for Mello as I suck on Matt, every once in a while stopping to suck on his tip, tasting a little of his pre-cum.

Mello's thrusts get deeper and a breathy laugh left his lips. "That's it, pretty girl, taking the two of us so well," Mello praised and I let out a whimper in response, muffled by Matts length.

I felt the coil in my lower abdomen get tighter and tighter as Mello's dick was throbbing and slamming against that one gummy spot in my walls. My mouth lifts up from Matt's length as a string of moans leave my mouth. "'M so close," I whimper, stroking Matts length.

"Do your job," Mello groans out, his hips faltering in his thrusts. He was close.

Matts length enters my hot mouth again and hits the back of my throat causing tears to slip out my ears as I choke slightly. That didn't stop me from continuing to lick and suck him deeply into my throat as moans slipped out of his mouth.

“Good girl,” Matt moans.

My eyes close in pleasure while my back arches into Mello. Mello thrusts into me, our pace quickly speeding up, and after a moment, the boys are doing all the work. Matt's thrusting his hips up into my mouth while Mello's slams into my pussy, his finger still nestled in my tight ass.

My body was on fire while I drag my nails up Matts thighs as Mello thrusts into me and comes inside my tight fluttering cunt, I spasm around his length, our mixed come spilling out my tight hole as he pulls out.

I moan against Matt's length and soon after Matt's come spills inside my mouth. I let his come trail out my mouth as I breath heavily.

"Such a good girl," Mello mutters before he kisses me deeply.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hi hi ^ ^ would it be alright if you could write Infected mistaking fleshcousin for reader and getting confused when they just respond with incoherent nonsense before realizing like "oh wait this isn't them" (bonus points if reader goes back into the elevator during their 'conversation') -💥

As the elevator doors opened once again, every occupant was booted out and had no choice but to enter the next floor:

WALL OF.

The concept of an obby with a looming threat from behind to motivate players sounded fun on paper, but in execution there was no guarantee that even a single person will be able to clear it without a scratch..

Or even make it to the other side alive.

They certainly had their work cut out for them, as the rapidly approaching wall of fire didn't allow them to think of anything else---nothing except their survival.

You were no stranger to this floor, having beaten it once or twice in the past. It was a brutal but challenging way to keep your parkour skills in tiptop shape--you're just grateful it's not Gregoriah's emporium or Mach's HALL OF (a terrible if not worse version of this incinerator obby).

Infected, who showed up on the elevator a few floors ago, was a little bummed out that he couldn't participate, pouting as he watched all the players prepare to run for their lives. The flames looked awesome and so did the rotating platforms!

He could totally clear it if only that stupid red barrier stopped him from exiting.

Of course, he had no idea what lied beyond the spinning platforms and tall ladders, and based on the survivors' reactions....it was probably better that he stayed curious.

As he waited, he looked to his right and was stunned to see...

You?

Yep, sure enough..you were here somehow.

A lot of things tend to go over the skater's head, including the fact that the "you" he was staring at wasn't actually you.

"0h! Y0u're still her3?" He tilted his head, before a grin overtook his face. "I th0ught that cr4zy chick kick3d 0ut everyb0dy...but hey! I get t0 chill with y0u! Th4'ts 4wes0me! I bet y0u get tir3d 0f this fl00r, yea?"

"Floors, doors, and smores. Friends miss the elevator drop." You responded, looking awfully dizzy and barely able to keep your head up. "Down to the boiling pot of fire. Burn burn bright!" Then you pointed to the incinerator wall that was now halfway across the area, admiring the flames.

Infected just blinked, unable to make sense of whatever the hell you just said.

"Dude, why are y0u talking cr4zy? L0L." He shook his head, laughing a little, although he stopped to sneeze. Most people would complain that he "infected" them, and he'd just shrug it off or glare. But you didn't mind so much, as you were the only one who hung around with him.

That's just proof he wasn't really sick. Everyone else was just being mean for no reason.

"Ar3 y0u sick? Y0u sh0uld g3t that ch3ck3d 0ut."

"Sick plagues fleeting worlds. Check outs at the market." You muttered, gazing listlessly at the man in pink, who continued to giggle at the nonsense you were speaking.

"Br4h, y0u're acting s0000 r4ndom right now. Even I c4n't k33p up with-"

"Grey cat tart miss you."

At that moment, Infected fell silent.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like laughing anymore.

You knew better than anyone that his missing cat was a rather..sensitive subject, and something he only shared with three people: Lampert, Unpleasant (reluctantly), and you. Of course, other elevator occupants have given him cats they found on various floors, ranging from angry red to calico to...sentient cardboard.

But none of them were his.

None of them were Poptart.

"....if he d0es, why h4sn't he c0me h0me yet?" He frowned, now feeling a bit downtrodden. "Man, why did y0u hav3 t0 kill my vib3? N0w I'm sad..."

All that he got from you was total silence.

Yeah..

Now he was starting to realize something wasn't quite right about the person standing beside him. He's 99% sure that you knew Poptart's name, so why did you say it like that?

Why not just say his name?

Then...it finally clicked.

"H0ld 0n..am I even t4lking t0-?"

*ding*

Infected looked to see the doors opening once again, and of all the people who were forced to complete WALL OF this time around...only you made it back alive. The real you.

You were sweaty and out of breath, clothes smelling like smoke as you thanked the gods above for the elevator's functional A/C kicking in. You dragged yourself into a corner to open a medkit, trying to get your breathing and heartrate down so you could properly speak,

But all the while you failed to notice your best friend's bug-eyed expression.

"[Y/n]...?"

Blinking, you looked at Infected. "Hey, let me tell you how much that SUCKED." You sprayed a burn on your arm before wrapping gauze around it. "It was totally different from last time! Who told her that having machines shoot snowballs at my ass was a good idea?! You know what it's like to freeze and sweat at the same time?! It's horrible."

"....br4h, that's cr4zy. But I was l0sing my mind in h3r3, 'cuz I th0ught I w4s talking to Y0U all al0ng!" He pointed to your clone, who he now realized was FleshCousin. "N0 w0nder that crazy lady didn't b00t y0u out!"

The creature, who took notice of your tired and battered state, only tilted their head. "Is..friend okay with the freeze and heat advisory?" They uttered, trying to imitate concern.

As you finished patching your arm, you looked up at them and smiled lightly. "I'm okay, Fleshy. Thank you...at least someone asked." You sent a pointed glare at Infected, who seemed baffled.

"I-I wuz g0nna ask, t00!" He huffed. "I just...I was getting mad 'cuz Flesh br0 here started talking ab0ut P0pt4rt..and I th0ught it was y0u. H0w....d0 they kn0w about him..?"

"Beats me. These guys know a lot of things, even Mark's and Wallter's..erm..past." You put the kit away and leaned against the wall, sighing in relief as you heard the elevator's music come on. It was a peaceful jazzy melody, putting you in a slightly better mood than you were a few minutes ago.

"Th3y sure had me f00led." Infected chuckled, shaking his head, although you eyed him strangely. "What?"

"...they've been riding with us for a while, dude."

".....huh? Re4lly???"

"Yeah. How did you not notice there were two of us?"

"Dunn0, this 3levat0r got so cr0wded I forg0t.....L0LZ."

".....of course you did."

[luvyeni]

( Anon from before about wonie and sunghoon )

Jungwon doesn’t have to be smut i don’t mind whether Hoon is smut or just fluff I like reading both! Thank you if you do decide to write for either them, have a nice day :p

WAKING UP WITH YOU; YANG JUNGWON

pairings. idol!jungwon x fem!reader

wc. 0.5k+

warnings. making out , it's just tooth rotting fluff

i hope i wasn't too long , this is my first jungwon post so im excited, i hope you like it <3 !

you loved waking up next to jungwon , during his days off.

—

you woke up — the sun shining in your face , you stretched , turning to face your boyfriend who was sound asleep , light snores fell from his parted lips , his dimple poking out just a bit making you smile , he so cute.

he had arrived at your place last night , exhausted from the day — but the good thing was , he had a whole week off , and he was spending all at your house. it was rare that he'd get days off like this , his idol life kept you two apart for long periods of time , so you were excited to spend time with him. that's if he ever woke up.

"wonie." you poked his cheek , he mumbled something incoherent in his sleep , but it still made you giggle. "wonie , come on let's get up." you kept poking his cheek , he started to stir in his sleep , his eyes slowly opening. "what time is it?" he said groggily. "almost 11:30 , we've slept to long , im hungry." you whined , he smiled , pulling you close to him. "okay , we'll get you some food , what do you want?" you shrugged.

"baby , you haven't thought about what you wanted , you had the time." you pouted. "i didn't think about it that far." he chuckled , kissing your pouty lips. "it's okay love , we'll figure it out." he said. "did you sleep okay?" you played with the hair on the back of his neck. "so good , best sleep i've had in ages , i love your bed so much." he stretched out his limbs. "i wish i could sleep here all the time."

"well you cant every night , but for the week , you can sleep all you want." you sat up , kissing his lips. "another one." he tapped his lips , you laughed kissing him once more. "another one." you kissed him again , pulling away. "so greedy." you playfully roll your eyes. "then kiss me probably." he pulled you on top of him , kissing you deeply.

his hands caressing your cheek , the kiss soon became heated, his tongue spreading your lips apart. his hands trailed down your body, rubbing your sides. your hands were lost in his hair, tugging the soft strands. you almost forgot that you were hungry in the first place — but your stomach didn't , rumbling interrupting your make out session.

he pulled away laughing , "baby , you must really be hungry." you whined , embarrassed. "no need to be embarrassed , let's get up and get ready , so can feed your belly." you giggled , climbing off of him. "let's go out and get pancakes." you opened your closet to find something to wear. "whatever you want." he said , watching you , a dopey smile on his face.

you turned around , cocking your head to the side. "what is it?" he shook his head. "i just love you so much." you smiled brightly. "i love you too , im gonna go shower." he watched you practically skipped into the bathroom. he laughed , getting up to find a outfit for the day.

he loved waking up next to you.

©️LUVYENI

[eyelessfaces]

deft hands

poe dameron x reader

summary: poe doesn't know you have a fixation on his hands, and he must not know, but it's a secret that's harder to keep than expected.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, oral, semi public sex, alcohol consumption

tags: gn!afab!reader, soft!dom poe, reader is touch starved asf, I wrote this for the hand kink nation I hope you're proud of me, oh yeah we're married to poe also

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was absolutely prompted by the picture of oscar's hands we got yesterday and I'm not sorry.

also I don't write smut very often please be kind

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You had always had a weird fixation with Poe’s hands ever since you had started dating him, after you had learnt to know what he was capable of doing with them and how easily he was able to make you see stars by the only help of his deft fingers.

It was pretty inconvenient at times, because simple things made your body react at once at the mere view of his hands, and your mind easily and quickly drifted to thoughts you shouldn’t have when Poe made such casual actions that weren’t even meant to turn you on. 

Poe already really enjoyed teasing you in public, and if he ever learned that you had a thing for his hands, you would be doomed to be turned on and unable to function at all times. 

He doesn’t need to know, he must not know, or it’s a never ending game for you, a game you're bound to lose.

–Now the thing is, your fixation is even worse now that you are married. 

The gold band around his fourth finger happens to really complete his look, and the way it shines under the dim lights of the cantina and the way the warmth of the atmosphere on D’qar makes the veins on his hands slightly bulge out doesn’t leave you indifferent. 

Maybe the fact that you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks so quickly is because Poe hasn’t touched you in such a long time, his massive amount of work being the cause of your honeymoon being the last time he has actually laid those hands on you, and put his fingers in you.

That’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as Finn tears you from your thoughts when he notices you look absent, asking you if you’re okay. 

How can you be okay when your husband moves his hands around in the air as he’s talking to another pilot when all you want is for him to stick his fingers inside of you?

You nod to Finn nevertheless, trying to seem composed when truly, it’s hard to focus, even more now that you have to press your thighs together to ease out the simultaneously blessed and cursed feeling between your legs.

—

You have been behaving nicely. You have managed to tear your eyes from Poe and his fingers, and you have fully dedicated yourself and all of your attention back to Finn, Rey, and Rose. 

Wonderful, right? 

Yeah. 

It is wonderful, until while you’re taking a sip of your spotchka, your gaze catches Poe’s while he’s licking the crumbs of whatever food he has just eaten, on his fingers, a sly smile on his lips as he does so.

It’s wonderful, until you choke on your drink and it messily spills from your mouth and over the table.

If your cheeks felt hot before, they’re burning now.

You’re an incoherent mess of apologies, and you do your best to clean it all up with the pile of napkins resting on the table before exiting the booth and hurrying towards the cantina bathroom to clean the mess that you’ve made over one of your favorite shirts.

The amount of swear words spouting out of your mouth per seconds as you hastily scrub your shirt is impressive and you probably hold a new record, and you only stop when you gasp at the feeling of a hand over your hip. 

When you look up at the mirror there’s the reassuring reflection of Poe’s face, and you sigh in relief when you realize all the pressure you’ve put yourself through these past few minutes. 

You allow yourself to calm down and breathe for a second, feeling Poe’s fingers reassuringly tracing circles at either of your hips. 

You feel rather composed again, and you sigh softly as he gently leaves kisses behind your ear.

“Like my fingers that much baby?” he teasingly whispers into your ear, and his voice is dripping with lust and desire as he's now lightly nipping at the flesh of your neck.

A small whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his hand grasping your belt, and you take no time to turn around and capture his lips. 

His mouth is warm and the kiss is messy and filthy, and you bite down on his lip when he completes his task and unbuckles your belt, curling his fingers into the belt loops and tugging on them to pull you in the closest bathroom stall, pulling away from your mouth when he closes the door. 

You’re out of breath, panting, and he corners you against the wall, kissing you even harder, one hand resting at the back of your head and the other at your waist. He sighs into your mouth when you tug at his curls, and when he pulls away he still stays significantly close, your warm breaths mixing together, both of his hands trailing down your body and fumbling with your pants, his mouth then pressing kisses into your neck, his light stubble gently and pleasantly scrapping your sensitive skin.

“Can’t believe I married you unaware of this” he murmurs into your ear between kisses, the lustful tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, a soft moan leaving your mouth when he tugs your pants down, your underwear quick to follow. Your grip on his bicep tightens when the tip of his fingers graze your slit, gathering the juices there.

“You’re so fucking wet baby” he huffs out looking down at where he's touching you, almost amazed at the way your body reacts. “Like my fingers? Want me to use them for something other than licking my fingers off when they’re dirty?” he teases with a sly smirk, looking back up at you.

“Oh shut up” you whimper, too impatient and needy to be teased, the ache between your legs throbbing in need of some attention. 

He smirks and licks his lips, nodding.

“You want me to shut up? Okay, fine” he simply says, holding his hands up in the air. You wonder what he has in mind until he drops to his knees in front of you, not caring in the slightest if the bathroom floor is dirty. His mouth immediately finds your thighs, softly kissing and biting and licking them, progressively teasing closer and closer to where you really need him, without ever truly satisfying you.

“Poe, please” the words unconsciously leave your mouth in a soft sigh, as if your needs had a mind of their own, taking over your body, exposing how impatient you are when you feel him nipping at the inside of your thigh, his teeth gently grazing the tender skin there. 

The way he runs his tongue at the inside of your thigh where he knows it tickles drives you insane, and he's well aware of it when he feels your hand bury in his curls.

You’re pretty sure he’s smirking proudly when he leaves a kiss to your heated core, and your hand immediately grips his hair tighter as his lips close around your clit.

It’s devilish, and he knows it as he sucks on the lump of nerves before changing tactics and flattening his tongue, lapping through your folds in slow and languid strokes, gathering your wetness over his tongue, the tip of it expertly curling against your clit. 

The way your head is thrown back against the wall and the way your free hand covers your mouth when he looks up at you absolutely wrecks him, and the way you clench around his finger when he slides it through your folds and pushes it inside could have made him burst right then and there if he wasn’t so focused on your pleasure.

He’s moving in shallow thrusts, and if his mouth wasn’t so busy he would laugh at the way you’re trying to thrust down on his finger, needing him to truly stick it in and stroke your walls. 

He must be in a good mood, because it doesn’t take too long for him to add a second finger and to truly pump them in and out of your dripping heat.

His tongue is still perfectly coordinated with his fingers, not losing the rhythm as he fervently laps at the nub while he slowly and tentatively strokes your walls, your soft gasps and whimpers encouraging him to wreck you even more.

If his mouth wasn’t at work it would be anyways, telling you how good you're doing, how tight you are, how sweet you taste, how good you're squeezing his fingers.

The squelching sounds are straight up embarrassing, and you truly hope no one is there in the other stalls of the bathroom, because even if you're doing your best not to moan or let any sound of the kind out by biting hard on your bottom lip, the sound of your slick ruins all your efforts. 

Poe takes a break from your clit to lovingly press kisses to your thighs, and you whimper at the loss of friction, looking down at him.

"Feels good?" he asks casually as if he wasn't currently pumping his veiny fingers in and out of you, making your slick drip down your thighs.

You nod hastily, and a loud moan erupts from your mouth when he pushes in deeper inside of you, a sly smirk on his face as he carefully observes every shifting reaction over your face, his free hand gripping your thigh and appreciating the way your muscles twitch under his ministrations. 

You're close to the edge, and he knows it, and he knows exactly what to do to push you over it. 

His mouth goes back to work and licks at the right side of your clit, where he knows you're the most sensitive, and his fingers curl into your cunt, grazing the mind nubbing spot inside of you repeatedly. 

It's only a matter of time and of repetition before he's hitting it just right, setting every single nerve of your body on fire, and you're cumming over his fingers in a silent cry, spewing profanities and moaning his name repeatedly under your breath as the dazzling feeling unfolds. 

He works you through it, lapping at your spent until you beg him to stop, too sensitive, too overwhelmed once the feeling washes away.

He catches his breath as he stands back up in front of you, depriving himself of air one last time when he kisses your lips, both of your cheeks and your forehead, before he tells you how good you were for him. 

You watch as he licks his fingers as if it's the best meal he's ever had, and you feel dizzy at the sight, but you regain consciousness when you notice something–

"Poe, your ring"

He looks down at his hand, the gold band he hadn't bothered taking off before he started touching you now gone. 

And he is equally frightened and amused when he realizes where it is.

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feedback please I'm begging!!

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[starlahuskyz]

Nightmare

Summary: The boys help to reassure Laddie after he has a nightmare.

Just a lil drabble I put together, nothing special. Just wanted to write the boys being a family.

TW//none

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The boys had been hanging out in their cave, simply enjoying each other’s company for the time being until the sun rose. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul were playing crazy eight with each other while David sat on his wheelchair drinking liquor. Marko gets up furiously and yells “Bullshit! I should’ve won that!”. Marko threw his cards at Paul after losing once again, meanwhile Paul laughed like a hyena at his friend’s anger. “You just gotta get better, bud.” Paul smirked at him smugly which resulted in him getting tackled by the small vampire.

Dwayne watched as they rolled around on the floor for a few minutes. That is until he heard a sound, a quiet yet distinct noise that was all too familiar with him. “Shut up, both of you!” Marko and Paul both stopped. “Listen…” after everyone listened they all heard the same sound Dwayne was hearing. David spoke up “Dwayne, I think your boy is having a nightmare again.” 

Dwayne beelines to where his boy was sleeping to go and check on him, Marko and Paul follow closely behind. Dwayne pulled back the curtains to see the boy whimpering and mumbling incoherently in his sleep. He knelt onto the floor next to Laddie while Paul climbed over the bed to stand on the opposite side and Marko simply sat at the foot of the bed. With the lightest touch, Dwayne tapped his shoulder trying to wake him up. But it didn’t quite work as Laddie was seemingly getting more upset, so Paul tried to wake him up by grasping his shoulder and gently shaking him. Bad move. 

Laddie woke with a horrible fright and screamed at the sight of the vampires surrounding him, making Paul pull away from him and Marko threw himself off the bed landing ungracefully on the ground. Dwayne didn’t move and simply planted himself on the edge of the bed trying to calm him down, it took some time but it worked in getting Laddie into a calmer state.

“It was just a nightmare, Laddie. You’re fine. Sorry that your brother doesn’t know how to be nice when waking you up.” Dwayne stared daggers into Paul making him scared. “Are you feeling okay?” Dwayne smoothed Laddie’s hair and watched as the boy looked around him once again. Seemingly overwhelmed by emotions, Laddie just started crying. Dwayne pulled him into his arms and crooned words into his ear while Paul and Marko moved to sit with them. David walks in on the scene and interrupts “What the hell is going on here?” 

“He had a nightmare, that’s all.” Dwayne responded looking at David but not letting go of Laddie. David scoffs “Really? Must’ve been one hell of a nightmare because I’ve never heard him scream like that. I actually felt concerned.” He sat in a woven chair that was next to the bed. Marko spoke up “He kinda has a point Dwayne.” Everyone knew that Laddie had nightmares, but it’s never been this bad before. They all waited for Laddie to finally stop crying, once he did, Dwayne asked a question “What were you dreaming about? How bad was it?” Laddie looked down at his hands and said “I don’t wanna talk about it, you guys would probably hate me.” 

The boys all collectively looked at each other confused, Paul then asked “Buddy how could you possibly think that?” He just hid his face in Dwayne’s chest trying not to look them in the eye. Dwayne grabbed his chin and made him face him. “You can be honest with us, there’s nothing you could possibly say that’ll make us ever change our minds about you. We all love you, even David.” David rolled his eyes and crossed his arms annoyed. Laddie thought for a moment before making a decision. “Well, I had dreamt that you guys were gonna try to eat me, that’s why when I saw you guys I screamed.” He rested his forehead against Dwayne’s shoulder. The boys were all surprised until David let out a laugh and stood up from the chair. He climbed onto the bed next to Marko to look Laddie in the face. “Let me ask you this, if we wanted to eat you, don’t you think we would’ve done that by now?” Laddie peeked a look at David and said “I guess…” David gave a smile, “So there is no need to worry. You’re one of us Laddie, and we treat each other like family. That includes you.” David reached over and ruffled his hair making him giggle. Marko pipes up “Yeah, even when we do hurt each other, it’s out of love. If that weren’t the case, Paul wouldn’t be here right now.” Paul tackled Marko gently and started nipping at his neck. Dwayne gave Laddie an almost bone crushing hug just to prove his point. “I don’t care how many times we have to say it, but we love you little man. And one day, you’ll be just like us.” Laddie’s face lit up and he clung onto Dwayne as the terror twins continued to fight and ended up getting David involved somehow.

The night ended with all the boys in a cuddle pile keeping their little one company. They may be a bunch of scary vampires, but they still show love for each other when needed.

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[ghost-whump]

Hello hello!! <3 When you have the opportunity, and if this prompt sparks inspiration, could you write a scenario or a scene in which the whumpee is afraid of their friends/caretakers and is actively trying to escape, meanwhile the caretakers are genuinely trying to help their friend but they're making it really hard by not cooperating? Cause of said fear could be due to brainwashing, trauma, or general confusion...? Or perhaps the whumpee is a dangerous individual and the sadistic whumper had deliberately set them up to be found by the caretakers, knowing that they would trigger whumpee into harming/eliminating them?

...that's way, way too specific, isn't it?

oh sweet anon you have activated one of my favorite tropes of all time. unfortunately i’m not too happy with this one (probably from just not having a clear idea for what i wanted) but i still would like to post it! i hope you enjoy anyway <3

You’re Not Real

CW: hospital setting (though not particularly hospital whump), in-recovery, restraints, implied past drugging, delirious whumpee, self inflicted injuries, Let me know if I’m missing anything!

“Whumpee!”

Caretaker rose from their chair, where they’d stationed themselves next to Whumpee’s bed. For the last seven hours — since Whumpee had been mysteriously returned by some mysterious captor, battered and delirious — the terrified patient had not stopped fighting.

The hospital staff had at first tried to restrain them to the bed. That only agitated Whumpee further, giving way to a bout of trying to bite and plead and struggle harder, hard enough to cause the bruises on their wrists to worsen.

Now, after somehow managing to escape their padded restraints, Whumpee scrambled off the bed. Their IV and breathing tube fell to the floor before Caretaker could even fully stand.

“Whumpee,” They approached slowly, hands in the air, “Calm down, please? I won’t hurt you, it’s okay.”

Whumpee furiously shook their head, scrambling backwards. Teeth bared like an animal, Whumpee pressed their back into the farthest corner they could get.

Caretaker momentarily considered calling a nurse into the room, but eventually decided against it. Officials would only panic Whumpee more. Another step forward. Caretaker spoke, “See? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m your friend, Whumpee. It’s Caretaker.”

“No!” Whumpee shouted. They gripped their hair and tugged, staring up with wild, crazed eyes. “No! Go away!”

“Whumpee-”

“Go away! You’re—You’re not real! Go away!” They continued to shout, surprising not alerting hospital staff outside the room. “P-Please! I don’t want to see Caretaker! I don’t, I don’t, I don’t!”

“…You- You don’t?” Caretaker started to lower their hands. Whumpee said they weren’t real.

Whumpee pounded on their temples with the palms of their hands. “Get out of my head! Stop—Stop making me see- Get out, get out, getoutgetoutgetout!” Furiously, Whumpee babbled incoherent nonsense. But only when they started bashing their head on the wall behind them did Caretaker finally come to.

They began bashing the button to call nurses to the room, a few flooding in almost instantly. The staff quickly and efficiently restrained Whumpee once again, preventing them from hurting themselves further.

Once the ordeal was over, and Whumpee passed out from exhaustion, the weight of what had happened finally hit Caretaker. They grabbed onto the remaining nurse’s sleeve, looking up at them, furrowed.

Cautiously, “Has Whumpee been… drug tested?”

The nurse nodded, “Yes. The toxicology report was clear. They could have been drugged in the past, but nothing is in their system now.” She explained, then paused with a skeptical look, “Why?”

“It’s—It’s just… Earlier, when they were fighting, they said I wasn’t real. They were begging someone to get out of their head, like—like they thought they were hallucinating or something.”

Nodding slowly once again, the nurse looked back at their clipboard, then up at Whumpee’s sleeping form. “I’ll see what I can do.” A determined look fell over her face, “If they wake up again, call us in right away.”

Then, without another word, the nurse was gone.

Caretaker fell back into the chair. God, Whumpee, what have you gotten yourself into?

thank you for reading, even if it’s not my best work! there may be more errors than usual, since this was written very quickly.

if anyone’s interested, i’d very much like to keep exploring this topic!!

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

[snz-eriya]

A Strange Feeling (D/an H/eng snzfic, H/S/R, ft. C/aelus)

me: man I think I have writer's block again

also me: *writes nearly 2k words of horn*

anyway this is a valentine's post for @mochindayo !!!!!!! ur art is so good I wanna eat it and u deserve to have the best day ever every day!!! I hope you enjoy this fic I give as tribute to your amazingness :')

Caelus pressed on the button to open his door, wearily. It wasn’t like time was very clear if one were to look out the window, given that they were in space. Time itself was a little vague on the Astral Express. Nevertheless, he had been attempting to sleep for what felt like five years. Though to his exaggeratory mind, it was probably more like a few hours. But for some reason, his mind was running wild. No thought was consistent, only one random idea after another that captivated his attention and kept rest just out of arm’s reach. Eventually he got tired of trying, and decided to walk around the ship in hopes to tire out his body.

Or his mind, hopefully. Though it never really did seem to quiet down.

He walked past March’s room, and then Dan Heng’s. Just before he was about to turn the corner, he paused. He stepped backwards until he was in front of Dan Heng’s room again. Then back a few more steps to March’s. Then back to Dan Heng’s. 

He likely would have seemed to be a lunatic in someone else’s eyes. But there was a strange feeling that he got when he walked past specifically Dan Heng’s room. An indescribable feeling. An emotion? Something that made him uneasy. Whatever it was, it made him pause. He reached a hand out, to test if the door was unlocked. It probably would be. Dan Heng’s ‘room’ was the archive, after all. And as private as he was, he didn’t really mind if someone came in without permission as long as it was for a good reason. Was feeling weird a good reason? Probably not, but who knows? Maybe Dan Heng was dying, or attacked, or something. Probably not. Unless Dan Heng refused to be loud even when dying.

Opening up the door, Caelus was relieved to see that Dan Heng was not dying. Though he expected the other to at least be asleep or something at this time(?) of night(?). But no, his fellow Nameless was up and about, at the archives, sorting through various documents and books they had collected over their journeys. Which, that was good, it wasn’t like Caelus could be bothered to remember every detail of all those wordy papers (he could barely stand to read a few sentences without getting bored) but when everyone else had already gone to bed? He could have done it earlier and avoided spending time with everyone.

Caelus had a feeling just standing there and not saying anything for an extended period of time would not give him any avoidance for creepiness, so he decided to speak up.

“Dan Heng?”

The other jumped, as if surprised by his presence. Kind of strange. The doors weren’t exactly quiet. Not a big deal though. Maybe he was just focused.

“Caelus…” Dan Heng muttered, relaxing. Maybe he was expecting an enemy too. Or for Caelus to be dying instead. In any case, he turned back to his work. “Is there something you need?”

Caelus stood for a moment. Not really. For the weird feeling to go away? But how was he supposed to describe that? “Uh… no,” he eventually replied. Dan Heng looked back at him, an eyebrow raised at his answer.

Silence stretched between them once again.

Caelus really had to stop chasing every feeling that interested him.

“Uh… so… still working? Y’know everyone else is asleep,” he finally spoke up again, the awkward energy starting to get to him.

“I could say the same to you,” Dan Heng responded coolly. It seemed like he dropped trying to figure out what Caelus was doing there, and instead turned back to the archives once more.

Caelus still felt weird. So, ignoring his own note-to-self, he approached to stare at Dan Heng’s work over his shoulder. To be honest, his eyes were so tired that the words sort of jumbled together into an incoherent mess. It was more so just to get his crew mate’s attention.

And get his attention it did. Dan Heng glanced over, turning to face Caelus again. “If you don’t need anything, why are you still here? You should be sleeping.”

“Y’know I could just… say the same thing to you, right?” Caelus replied, trying to keep an exhaustedly smug grin off his face. “You’re archiving this late? I didn’t know there was still stuff left to archive.”

“There’s always things left. Please leave me be. I have work to do,” Dan Heng requested again. Though, like he had the mind of a child, it was like being told to stop doing something just made the trailblazer want to do it more. 

“I can help, if you want. I’m sure I can handle the, uh…” He picked up a random book, squinting at its title. “Underground Encyclopedia of Plants and Fungle.”

“Fungi. You’re not a child. You know how to read,” Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. Putting a hand to his head like the interaction was giving him a headache. 

“Meh, close enough. C’mon, it’ll get done faster if we do it together.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look, I know you like it all to be perfect, but there’s gotta be some kind of autocorrect in this thing, right?”

“Please, Caelus, just leave me be.” 

Dan Heng sounded desperate, which was strange. Typically Dan Heng would act annoyed but compliant, even more so when it came to March than him. But looking in the Nameless’ glassy eyes, it seemed like he was a few seconds away from begging.

Wait, glassy eyes? Oh, fuck. Was he actually dying? Was that his dying wish? His last words?

Caelus opened his mouth to apologize for making Dan Heng’s last moments so painful, when–

“heh’GKshu!” Dan Heng quickly turned away as soon as the sneeze rang through him. And suddenly Caelus realized that he wasn’t dying. In the traditional sense, anyway.

“Oh,” he said.

“What?” Dan Heng replied, turning back like nothing had happened at all.

“Uh, you’re sick?” Caelus stated, because it was obvious. After the evidence, anyway.

“I’m not,” Dan Heng immediately denied, turning his head away with arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” Caelus’ eyes lidded disbelievingly, he had a small smirk on his face. “So why’re you still working, huh? To convince us that you’re not sick? Or to convince yourself? Because, just saying, I never would have seen you if I wasn’t already worried you were dying.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Well, I’m definitely not dying.”

“You are sick, though.”

“heH’GXkshu!” 

Dan Heng faced Caelus again after turning away to sneeze, about to protest for a second time. Caelus managed to shut it down before it started again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not sick, and the whole sneezing is just… a coincidence?” He waved his hand absently.

Dan Heng didn’t reply that time. His arguments had been effectively dismantled, and Caelus wasn’t stupid, just nonsensical most of the time.

He sighed, resting his head on an open palm, kept upright by the table. Caelus waited for a moment to see if anything more would be said, but he was met with silence. He took it as permission to carry out his plan.

He reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Dan Heng’s cheek, only to be met with his disapproving stare. “Wrong spot,” he muttered.

“Oh. Right,” Caelus recalled, moving his touch to the man’s forehead instead. He was met with a dry, hot temperature, something that he assumed was probably not good. 

He pulled back, hands on his hips. “Yeah, in my very professional opinion, you should be in bed. Not at a desk.”

“But–”

“Nuh-uh, doctor’s orders, unless you want me to get a literal doctor in here.”

“Caelus–”

“I will call Natasha!” Caelus pulled out his phone, just to make his point entirely clear.

That seemed to shake the last of Dan Heng’s resolve. His shoulders lowered like he had given up all remaining fight. “Fine.”

Caelus smiled, pleased with his victory. “Good. Now, c’mon.” He took Dan Heng’s hand and started dragging him up without another thought.

“Wh- huh? My bed’s right there,” Dan Heng looked down at his blanket and pillow cluelessly, then back up and Caelus as he continued to be pulled away.

“Yeah, that’s not really a sickbed. Or a bed. Or anything other than a poor man’s attempt,” the trailblazer replied. “You need a real bed. A Trailblazer-patented bed, at that.”

Dan Heng sighed. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The only person on this ship more stubborn than you is me.”

That was fairly accurate.

As soon as they had left Dan Heng’s room, its owner soon crumpled down into another sneeze.

“heH’IGHkshu! hih’GXKshih! hh- heh… hih-”

“Stuck?” Caelus wondered, glancing back at his companion. His expression was pained, one eye closed and the other watering. He panted, desperately waiting for the urge to take over once again, but it remained out of reach.

“Here,” the trailblazer spoke, opening the door to his room as the lights flickered on all at once. He dragged Dan Heng along with him. The result was immediate.

“hEH’KGhshu! heH’GKshih! heH- hIH’XGkhuh! huh…”

Dan Heng sighed in relief as the fit finally came to an end. He looked about fifteen shades brighter red, though whether that was from the fever or the embarrassment was anyone’s guess. Caelus, for all the satisfaction being helpful gave him, wasn’t exactly willing to let Dan Heng suffer for his weak fulfillment. 

“Now, to bed with you.” He wrapped an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, practically carrying him the rest of the way to bed.

The other man had enough energy to cooperate by the time he was being lied down, allowing Caelus to tuck him in like a child despite his protests. He had to admit that it was comfier than his own room.

Caelus let out a breath, like he was exhausted from a workout. “Okay. Now, sleep.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t do that on command.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. You almost passed out as soon as we got in here.”

Had he? He must have been more tired than he thought.

“And where will you be sleeping? Sharing a bed with me wouldn’t be smart if I’m ill.”

“Yeah, ‘if,’” Caelus rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed his thumb down towards the ground. “The floor.”

Dan Heng stared for a moment. “...The floor.”

Caelus glanced to the side, then back to his companion. “...Why are you surprised? You do it.”

That couldn’t really be argued. For some reason it just felt inhumane when it came to his friend rather than him. Though that was something he could unpack another day.

“Try not to worry about it, Dan Heng. Maybe worry about yourself, for once. The rest of us are fine.” Caelus gave him a real, genuine and caring smile, before walking off towards what was probably a closet.

It was a bit hard to tell, his vision was starting to fade away, and unconsciousness was pulling at him. It was a little embarrassing to admit how relaxed he felt, in his friend’s room rather than his own.

But it gave him a feeling of safety.

And Caelus’ feeling had gone away too, he realized as he glanced back at Dan Heng’s sleeping form. He still didn’t quite have a name for it. Maybe… a feeling that something was wrong. But not just wrong in general. Something that was wrong with someone he cared about. And that was a feeling he wanted to hold onto.

[little-diable]

Old Lives - Negan (fluff)

Y'all know I don't really write fluff and sweet stuff, especially not for Negan. But this somehow happened. It's a super short drabble, but I adore it. I don't know where this came from, honestly. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader asks Negan where he'd have taken her on a date before the world ended

Warnings: none, just fluff

Pairing: Negan x fem!reader (500 words)

“It’s so quiet.” A huff left (y/n), eyes falling open to take in the smirk tugging on his lips. Negan was sitting next to her, hands placed on the ground behind his back, keeping himself steadied as they basked in the heat of the sun. 

“It certainly was, now shut up.” His gruff chuckles coaxed a few out of her, eyes fluttering close once again. They had left their base hours ago, just the two of them like she had begged him to. (Y/n) could barely remember how she got him to give in, guiding him away from the Sanctuary and the people waiting for his commands. And yet she felt happier than she had in a long time. 

“Don’t be like that, doll. We both know you love my voice.” God, she did. She truly did. But (y/n) didn’t give in just yet, not wanting to stroke Negan’s evergrowing ego. A few incoherent mumbles left her, back colliding with the ground to lay down next to him. 

No words left him as he pulled her into his chest, listening to the chirping birds in the distance. For a few moments it felt like they were living in a peaceful world, as if they had just returned from work to spend the last few warm hours of the day in a park together - not like the end of the world had rolled upon them years ago. For a few moments it felt like they were living a mundane life, some kind of normality they were longing for. 

“Can I ask you something?” Negan could only hum, waiting for (y/n) to keep on talking. “If the world was still the old one, where would you take me on a date?” 

“So, I’d have to be the one planning everything? Aren’t you all about that independent shit?” She slapped his chest, softly chuckling as he tightened his grip on her. “The old me would probably take you to a bar and then back to my place.”

“Romantic.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but Negan didn’t seem to pick up on the comment, deep in thought. 

“But now, probably to a bookstore, I know how much you love your books. More than me, probably. I’d take you to a park and let you read to me. Fuck, you’re making me soft, doll.” Their eyes met, and for a few seconds they didn’t speak, allowing them to cling to the pictures Negan had just painted. It was true, she had changed him, for the better, if that was even an option in their world. 

“I’d give a lot to love you in our old lives, but I’m quite content with you here.” (Y/n)‘s whispers were met with a soft hum rumbling through Negan. He raised his head to meet her halfway for a kiss, murmuring a low “I’d love you in every kind of life, doll.”

[flurrys-creativity]

Repair work

Pairing: Shownu (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: S2L, SMUT, kinda Romance; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: hints of a night out, oversleeping, smut, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, manhandling, kisses; Wordcount: 1.636

Summary: You totally forgot the appointment with the worker, who was supposed to change a device inside of your apartment. So when the door bell rang, you opened the door - barely dressed - which grabbed his attention.

A/N: I feel like writing smut gets harder and harder because of the possibility of repitition. ANYWAY please enjoy this one shot!

You froze upon hearing the doorbell to your apartment. As if a bee stung you, you shot up from your bed nearly falling out of it in your hurry. 

As you grabbed your phone and noticed the appointment lighting up on your screen, you cursed under your breath. You had totally forgotten about the repair worker that was supposed to come today and apparently you slept through each of your alarms.

You cursed again when the doorbell rang once more. Without any more time to waste you grabbed the short dress from last night and put it on, hurrying towards your front door.

You barely covered all your private parts before you opened the door, smiling awkwardly as you apologised. 

The man in front of you - his nametag had ‘Shownu’ written on it - stared down at his pad, simply nodding before he grabbed his tool box and waited for you to lead the way. 

“Yes, of course! This way!” You quickly ran your hands through your hair, hoping you didn’t look as much of a mess as you thought you would. While you led him towards your kitchen you started fumbling with the zipper of your dress again, wishing to zip it up without the worker noticing you weren’t completely dressed.

To your dismay though the zipper was stuck and didn’t move at all.

You showed him the device and hurriedly stepped back. At the same time your eyes shamelessly roamed over the broad shoulders and narrow waist of the worker. He had his overall tightened around his waist, leaving his upper body in a simple but tight, light blue tank top.

“So, uhm, do you need anything or…?” 

Shownu placed the tool box and pad down, turning towards you. As he crossed his arms in front of his chest, underlining his strong pecs, you felt his gaze wandering over your form and halting at your fidgeting hands. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to one side. “Looks more like you could need something.”

You immediately stopped fidgeting and stared at him with wide eyes, feeling caught red handed. “I, uh,” you stuttered some incoherent sentences, pointing from your zipper into the air and back again. “I’m so sorry. This is utterly inappropriate but I’ve been waiting for this appointment for weeks and I couldn’t risk you leaving while I got presentable. So I just threw this on and rushed to the door and I probably look as wasted as I was last night when I went to bed.”

Shownu scoffed and shook his head, stemming his hands into his hips. “If that’s your wasted look then you must be some sort of goddess.”

“What?” You nervously brushed strands of your hair out of your face before you looked down at yourself, only noticing all the flaws right now. “Are you sure?”

Another scoff left his lips before a smile played over his features. “How about I’ll show you how sure I am.” He eyed you up and down again, tonguing the inside of his cheek.

You bit on your lower lip, feeling your heart skip a beat. Of course you immediately got the innuendo and you felt your insides flare up with desire from simply thinking about the pleasure you could have.

It felt forbidden, naughty and incredibly hot to fuck a stranger - a very handsome stranger - in your kitchen or any other place within your four walls.

“Please”, you whispered, dropping your hands from the zipper and to your side. “Please, show me.”

With two large steps Shownu crossed the distance between you, his hands immediately on your waist and around your neck. He pulled you into a fierce kiss and backed you up until your back hit the counter behind you. His hands eagerly groped your flesh, pushing aside the few clothes you wore.

He groaned into your mouth when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear at all. His hands ever so slowly pushed your dress up and over your head, leaving you completely bare in front of him. “You’re incredibly beautiful”, he whispered as his hands almost ghosted over your skin.

You whimpered softly, the situation finally hitting you. At the same time your core begged you for more. You wanted him to go rougher, wanted him to use you like a doll, wanted him to pound you like a little slut.

Shownu kissed along your neck and a trail down your skin, showing his appreciation to every part of your body. He kissed and licked over your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking on it until it hardened. Shownu gave the same attention to your other side, loving the soft moans and whimpers you made while he pleasured you. He kept his hands on your breasts, playing, twisting and teasing your nipples as he moved further down. He left a trail of licks and nibbles in between.

With one of your hands you grabbed the counter to stabilise yourself while the other found a hold in his hair. You threw your head back when Shownu raised one of your legs over his shoulder, littering the inside of your thigh with more kisses. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core and your heart made somersaults the second his lips met your entrance.

Shownu pushed his tongue between your folds, slowly fucking you until your legs began to quiver. He stopped using his tongue and focused on your clit instead, sucking and nibbling the little nub. 

He removed his hands from your breasts, using one to grab your leg on his shoulder and the other to tease your entrance. Shownu pushed the tip of his finger into you, groaning when it basically got sucked into your core. He thrusted his finger in and out of you, adding one more after a while. As he increased the speed he even added a third finger, nearly making you scream.

Your whole body shook and you felt your high approaching but before you got to it, Shownu stopped and stood back up. You whined loudly, feeling your high slipping through your fingers.

“Turn around”, Shownu ordered you, grinning slightly when you immediately followed his request. He pulled your hips back to his, letting your ass cheeks be flush against his hard dick. Shownu then pushed your upper body forward, practically bending you in half. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

You whimpered in anticipation, hearing him rustle behind you. A moment later you felt his cock against your ass again, rubbing the length between your cheeks. Even though you couldn’t see it, you just knew he was big.

Shownu pushed his dick between your legs, rubbing his length along your core now and bumping into your clit with every back and forth he did. He felt your slick covering his cock more and more with every stroke and he just knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Shownu placed a hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down even further, giving him easier access to your core. With one swift motion he pushed into you. He let out a guttural groan, feeling how tight you were.

You grabbed onto the counter again, gasping for air while Shownu kept thrusting into you. Having him inside of you, made you feel incredibly full and for a moment you even feared being split in half, yet you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

One of your hands found its way back to Shownu, grabbing onto his tank top. Somehow you needed to feel him - feel more of him.

Shownu grabbed your arms and pulled both of them behind your back, holding you in place as he plunged his thick cock into you over and over again. Even if you wanted to do something now, you simply couldn’t - being completely immobile thanks to him.

Knowing Shownu could manhandle you so easily, drove you even closer to the edge. Your brain turned into mush and all you could think about was his dick inside of you. Begs and pleads fell from your lips like a constant mantra, adding to the almost animalistic growls coming from the man behind you.

After a few more thrusts you came undone screaming his name. All your muscles tensed up at once. 

At the same time Shownu came as well with a loud growl, spilling his seeds into you. Shownu wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping you upright despite your muscles giving out. Once he slipped out of you, he hoisted you up on the counter, grabbing a clean glass from the dish rack and filling it with water before handing it to you.

“You alright?” He asked you as you drank the water in big gulps. Shownu rubbed over your upper arm with one hand and drew circles on your thigh with the other.

You nodded slowly and placed the glass down next to you. “Better than alright”, you smiled, still feeling slightly dopey from the high you had a few moments ago.

“Okay.” Shownu chuckled and shook his head, squeezing your thigh shortly. “Then I’d say I have to repair that piece here in your kitchen and you should prepare your bedroom for when I’m done here.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, surprised he suggested something like this - but not displeased with the thought of it. 

“If you want to, of course.”

You wrapped your legs around his middle and pulled him to you again. Your arms quickly followed around his neck. “I want all of you”, you whispered against his lips, kissing him deeply.

“Then you'd better be ready in ten.”

“I’ll be ready in five”, you told him and kissed him one last time before scooting down the counter and hurrying towards your bedroom.

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[yenqa]

MORE TIME WITH YOU!

chapter 6

i forgor

warnings : food, swearing, nervousness, slender man??, implied dirty thoughts (it’ll make sense when we get there)

ignore timestamps!

yujin was such a cute baby, niki wanted to squish it’s cheeks and never let go, but obviously, he would probably get in a lot of trouble if he did that.

niki had never been a fan of kids, but here he was. freaking out over how yujin almost started crying whenever he was in view.

sure, he looked pretty scary and he was tall. so, obviously niki looked like slender man or something to her. but yujin couldn’t even be in the same room as him?

he glanced at you, feeding yujin, making some incoherent noises while bringing each spoon to her mouth. how could someone be so good at taking care of other people? and why wasn’t yujin scared of her? well she is pretty short, and cute maybe. scratch that. what was niki thinking?

niki brushed off his original thought, you’re just likable and easy to get along with! he reassured himself. yujin glanced at him, eyes widening. she quickly looked away, starting to moan.

“oh c’mon! why does she hate me so much!” niki complained, dramatically falling to his knees.

“she doesn’t hate you!” you argued, “just scared of you.”

niki groaned standing up, “even worse.” he glanced at the camera he was using to blog his day, winking at it, then panning it to you, feeding yujin. suddenly, a grand idea came to niki’s mind.

“can i try feeding her?”

“great idea niki, maybe she’ll start choking while sobbing her eyes out.” you answer sarcastically.

“oh you’re right.” niki sighed, cursing himself for being so tall.

“i have an idea, how about i put her on my lap and you feed her?” you smile at him, he grins at you nodding at the idea. so you gracefully lift yujin, as niki goes to grab her food, you sit down on the gray couch, moving around to be comfortable. he walks up to you cautiously, slowly walking towards you as he sits down. slowly picking up a spoon full of food for her.

yujin looks nervous, she whips her head around for approval as you nod, guiding her to the spoon. niki slowly moves the food closer to her mouth as she reluctantly opens her mouth, letting niki feed her. once the food in her mouth niki started jumping around the room, picking up the camera he had just placed down to see his achievement.

“did you see that engenes? and…”

“swiths,” you answer.

“and swiths? yujin loves me,” he sings while panning the camera to you, being excited for yujin for facing her fears.

what you didn’t notice was how the camera froze in place, as he watched you play with her. but he didn’t notice either.

“alright that’s enough filming for today everyone! good job everyone and you two,” the producer stops you two, “get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“we will, thank you so much!” you answer, grabbing your stuff to go back into your room. you’re about to walk in when niki stops you.

“hey have you ever babysat before? you’re really good with kids.”

“yeah, i have a little sister,” you answer, smiling at him.

“oh, cool.”

you continue walking when he stops you again.

“y/n are you going to go to sleep?”

you turn back around, “probably not, i’ll probably just lay in my bed.”

riki stops, then proceeds “want to watch a movie with me? i think we have snacks in the kitchen.”

you smile, face turning a light shade of pink, “yeah! just let me change into my pajamas! i’ll be right back.” you jokingly wink at him, walking to your room to freak out sbout it.

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[sephirthoughts]

4, 17 and 25 for the writer’s ask game 🙌

thank you for the ask i love doing these! 🖤

4. an excerpt of my writing with dialogue i'm proud of

this isn't really anything all that profound, but i love the dynamic between them so much (it's from a genshin impact fic i wrote over a year ago and haven't finished)

On this particular day, by some miracle of the Archons, Kaveh had finally managed to drag Alhaitham away from his stupid boring studies, to attend one of these campus parties. Wondrous! What a delightful time they shall have! But wait! No! It was Alhaitham, after all, and what did that insufferable chunk of granite do, rather than socializing, like a human being? He sat down in a corner and opened a book! A BOOK! Kaveh was so mortified, he nearly melted into the crevices between the floor tiles. “What in the Abyss are you doing!” he hissed, hurrying over to Alhaitham (after looking around to check that no one attractive saw him talking to the tower of muscle and jawline that was his roommate). Alhaitham turned a page without looking up. “I’m water-skiing.” “Ha ha, so funny. What are you doing reading at a party!” “As you gave me to understand the matter, the purpose of these functions is enjoyment. I enjoy reading. Hooray party.” “Ugh, you are so fucking embarrassing,” Kaveh groaned. “Fine. If you want to cement your position as a social pariah, you go right ahead. I’m going to go mingle, before anyone sees me talking to you and my chances of getting any action are obliterated.” “Why should you talking to me have any impact on your chances of engaging in sexual activity with others.” “Because of all…this!” Kaveh returned, gesturing to encompass Alhaitham’s entire person. “You’re offensively handsome, six-foot-four, and built like a male fitness model! No one wants to compete with that!” “Absurd,” Alhaitham snorted. “How can my looks be offensive? You’re talking a lot of nonsense, today.” “Fuck’s sake—it was a hyperbole! The point is that while you’re sitting here all stone-cold scholar, making every other guy at the party look like a before-picture, I’m actually trying to meet people! If they see me hanging around with you, they’ll think I’m taken, by the big, scary, hot guy and get frightened off!” Alhaitham looked up at him. “Well?” “Well what?” “Go away, then.” Kaveh made incoherent noises of exasperation and stalked off, in search of a much-needed drink. 

17. excerpt from an unpublished WIP

this one is tentatively called Corporate Espionage and it's Reeve/Vincent

He fired off his email to the zoning committee, explaining once again that currently inhabited dwellings were not to be considered ‘abandoned’ or ‘derelict’ simply because they thought a shopping center would look better there, and dropped his forehead onto the desk with a dull thunk. Was thirty-five too young for a heart attack? Probably. Too bad. No hope that way, then. He had a sneaking suspicion that even if he died, they’d find a way to yank him back out of the lifestream and make him review Land Use and Development reports. He very nearly had his fanciful heart attack, when suddenly something hard and cold clamped down on the back of his neck. His first thought was ‘Oh, good. They finally sent the Turks to kill me.’ After he gave his first jolt of surprise, he didn’t struggle or try to lift his head. He just stayed that way, with a metal something holding him by his neck. “Tense,” said a low, deep voice, barely loudly enough to be heard, over Reeve’s white noise machine and Zen relaxation fountain. “Uh—hngh!” he groaned, involuntarily, as the cold metal thing (which he now understood was a hand in a gauntlet) squeezed, exerting precise pressure on the neck muscles, right at the base of his skull. “Agent…Valentine. What are you—” “No talking.”  Reeve shut his mouth. The utter absurdity of the situation made him strongly suspect that he’d fallen asleep with his head on his desk, and was now dreaming. Having his neck rubbed by a nearly sixty-year-old former Turk maybe-vampire, who could swat him like a gnat (and that was when he wasn’t a monster), was definitely something his stress and fatigue-addled subconscious might invent.  Well, fuck it. He may as well enjoy it, before one of his phones rang and woke him up.

25. an excerpt from something i consider to be a favorite

this is the opening couple paragraphs from my Ryu Ga Gotoku fic. it's one of my favorite things i've written so of course it was not very popular 😂 (asexual kiryu x bisexual majima OTP of ever)

Hand-to-hand combat, like any religion, requires devotion. One must practice it every day, or wisely avoid its temple and its acolytes, as it can only be a source of pain and frustration. For those who observe it devoutly, however, the violent collision of muscle and bone is both prayer and worship. Communion and confession. A ritual to clear the mind and purge the soul. A pure, sensory meditation. Iron-hard fists raining blows like cannon shots. The teeth-cracking, bone-jarring thunderclap of impact. The intoxicating heat. The acrid tang of sweat and blood. The aromatic scent of petrichor from a freshly rained-upon city street. A hint of cigarette smoke and a man’s cologne. When he comes back to himself, he is standing over his opponent, battered but victorious. Stars dance in the corners of his vision. His knuckles are throbbing and he tastes blood. Then he sees blood. On his fists and his opponent’s face. For a split second, he’s sure he’s gone too far, this time. But the man lifts his head and looks up at him. Takes the outstretched hand to be helped back to his feet. Though he springs up with suspicious buoyancy, considering the beating he just took. “What’s with the face, Kiryu-chan?” he pants, smearing the crimson droplets across his chin with the back of his black-gloved hand. “Mad at me for jumpin’ you?” “I’m not mad at you, Majima-aniki. This is just how I look,” Kiryu answers flatly, which is one of the three tones of voice he has. “Right, right. I was meanin’ to ask, do kids run off cryin’ when they see ya in the street?” “Not…all of them.” This elicits a half-hysterical laugh from Majima’s still-bleeding mouth. “You look like you’re on your way from a funeral to another funeral. Why don’t you try smilin’ once in a while.” The furrows in Kiryu’s brow deepen. “I do smile. I just don’t do it for no reason.” “Must be why you’re so popular with the ladies. Come on, Kiryu-chan, lemme see ya smile.” “No.” “I’m not lettin’ you go till you do it.” “God damn it. Ok, fine.” Kiryu complies stiffly with the demand, stretching his mouth and turning up the corners, as if smiling is something with which he is theoretically familiar, but has never seen actually done. “Fuck, I take it back!” Majima exclaims, throwing up a black-gloved hand as if to shield his eyes. “I can’t believe you’d do that out in public. Some innocent bystander might see and be scarred for life.”

[cacoetheswriting]

hi, i hope you're having a good day! i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader fic based on the songs "endgame" or "delicate" by taylor swift?

i'm currently fixating on the reputation album and can't stop linking it to eddie so i just had to send in a request! please let me know if you are uninterested or uncomfy, thank you so much!

hey there, hope you're having a great day also and thank you for your request! jsksjs i'm literally obsessed with repuation and think it fits eddie perfectly omg! i based this fic more so on 'end game', but also gave it my own spin (hope you don't mind).

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k warnings: mutual pining, adult language, jealousy, eddie being a dingus, use of pet names (sweetheart), slight emotional hurt, mentions of alcohol consumption - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

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This date has gone from bad to worse. 

A casual walk around town and a trip to the arcade, (because boys in Hawkins can’t ever come up with anything original), didn’t sound like a bad plan at first. In hindsight, it’s probably because you were angry at the person you actually wanted to be going out with. At that point, anything would have been a good idea, simply out of spite.

You regretted saying yes now. You would rather be at home nursing your memories than entertaining this pity date. Especially because the extremely awkward conversation dotted throughout the evening made you want to bang your head against a wall. Jesus Christ, was this man boring. Your mom always warned you about people that peaked in high school, you should have listened.

Finally at The Hideout there is quiet — well, no, it’s just too noisy to hear what your companion is saying. You’ve never met anyone that liked talking more than your current date, as if air was running out sometime soon and he wanted to make the most of it. But, and you hated to admit it, he was pretty cute, which is one the main reasons you agreed to tonight — as bad as that is to say.

Not as cute as Eddie, you think and quickly scan your surroundings in hopes you would see his brown locks and this whole charade could end. 

The bar is filled with buzz of drunken talk, loud and incoherent music, glass clatter, and a fog of smoke. Typical Tuesday night at The Hideout. Yet unfortunately, no sight of your metalhead.

“Passing requires accuracy,” your date switches to the topic of football tricks, you simply nod along. Partially because you can barely hear him over the electric guitar of the current song, primarily because you just don’t care. 

“Because you know the player you are throwing to might have opposing players near him trying to block or intercept the ball…”

The rest of your date's words fade into the distance as he steps through the doors. Time stops.

Eddie ignores the people greeting him, instead his eyes instantly find yours like a magnet and he sizes you up from the other side of the room, sending a chill down your spine.

“Would you like another drink?”

The question brings you back from your short-lived trance. You look back at your date and smile sweetly before shaking your head, declining his offer. He nods and proceeds to order something for himself before beginning another ‘guess what’ story.

If you couldn’t focus before, you sure as hell were fucked now.

Swallowing thickly, you glance at the entrance once again. Eddie’s gaze is still burning into you, his eyes narrow. Your stomach churns and you feel your skin turn clammy. Fuck.

Not even a minute ago you wanted this. Now all of a sudden you feel sheepish about this whole situation. Foolish even. Foolish for thinking bringing some random guy from your community college to a place your ex-fling frequented would make said ex jealous. Jealous enough to admit he’s wrong.

Unbeknown to you, Eddie did feel jealousy coursing through his veins. His heart beating fast, eyes not leaving your frame for a second as he pushes through the crowd towards the side of the small stage.

“Hey, guys, how long has she been sitting there?” Eddie questions his fellow bandmates without averting his eyes from the bar. 

The group exchanges knowing glances. Gareth clears his throat. “The last thirty minutes, I’d say.”

“Yeah,” Jeff chimes in, “about that.”

Eddie nods, then proceeds to ask, “And she’s been with him the entire time?”

“Eddie, come on—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” the band says simultaneously.

His jaw clenches.

You continue to feel his piercing eyes on you. Your leg starts to bounce and you’re thankful your date is good at being the oblivious jock, making a comment about the song playing as opposed to the overall aura of nervousness you were no doubt displaying.

And you feel terrible. Twisted. It’s horrible to admit you only saw your date as a means to an end. He definitely deserves better. Although, a certain part of you thinks it's his own fault for even asking you out in the first place considering your reputation.

All of Hawkins knew you were chasing after Eddie Munson ever since freshman year of high school. Always almost there, but thanks to the metalheads own insecurities, never quite enough.

“Can you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the bathroom,” you state and point to the toilet sign, just in case he didn’t hear you properly. “All this beer isn’t good for my small bladder.”

“Sure thing,” he replies and reaches for the plastic cup of peanuts, “but don’t be too long cause I think the band is about to start.”

You glance at the stage. More accurately at Eddie who, it appears, took a break from eyeing you to tune his guitar. (Or so you thought).

Chewing down on the inside of your cheek, and without saying anything else to your date, you make your way to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the minimal solitude you were hoping to experience falls through when you try to close the door behind you and a ring-clad hand appears, pushing it open.

Startled, you stumble backwards, allowing Eddie to step inside. He locks the two of you within and proceeds to smile. The grin is cheeky, annoying even, borderline smug.

“Don’t you think you should quit playing with other people’s feelings, sweetheart.” 

His voice sends a tremble down your spine.

“Fuck off, Eddie.”

The metalhead chuckles under his nose. He runs a hand through his brown locks before reaching for your arm and pulling you towards him — unsurprisingly, there is little to no resistance from you. 

Standing toe to toe, he slips one arm around your waist, his hand making home underneath your armpit, over the side of your rib cage. Just like that, your heart stops and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Faking confidence, you manage to blurt out: “What do you want, Eddie?”

“I’ll be honest—”

“That’s a first,” you let the words slip out of your mouth, interrupting him.

Eddie doesn’t appreciate your comment. His eyes go dark and suddenly your back is pressed against the cold tile wall. No escape. 

“As I was saying,” he continues casually, “I’m feeling quite jealous seeing you here with… whoever that guy is.”

(Aha. One step closer to victory.)

“Good. Serves you right.”

Eddie arches a brow. His eyes travel down to your lips and he can’t help but lick his own just thinking about how it would feel to kiss you right now. Phenomenal, no doubt. Things with you were always phenomenal.

“Look, sweetheart, that fight we had, that’s nothing,” he begins in a smooth tone, “Just a small tiff between two people that care deeply for one another. We can’t let it get in the way of what we have.”

You scoff. “And what exactly do we have, Eddie? Hmm?”, you challenge while huffing up your chest. The action, albeit small, causes Eddie to freeze momentarily because, Jesus — and he hated himself for even focusing on this right now — were your nipples hard?

“If I remember correctly, you said I needed to get a life and quit following you around like a lost puppy,” you continue, the anger in your tone causes the metalhead to loosen his hold on you as in all the time he’s known you, he’s never seen you this upset.

“So I did what you told me, Eddie. I found myself a date who thinks I’m hot, smart, funny, and not just there for his entertainment. Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking asshole all the damn time, you’d also find someone.”

“I do have someone like that,” he states quite harshly and you roll your eyes. Was he for real right now?

“Then what the fuck are we doing here, Eddie? Go be with that person and leave me the fuck alone,” your voice brakes meekly during at the end and you are fighting every fibre of your being not to cry. “I really don’t need this bullshit right now.”

Before Eddie can react or respond, you free yourself from his grasp and exit the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. He then follows you outside, although because of his delayed reaction, you’re back at the bar with your date and his heart sinks. He’s such a fucking idiot.

He returns to his bandmates who, judging by the displeased look on his face, knew better than to ask what just happened. They scramble onto the small stage and even though the last thing Eddie wants to do now was perform, he picks up his guitar and approaches the mic.

The second his voice booms throughout the venue, you tense and hastily order another drink. With the cold beverage in hand, you adjust in your seat to face the stage, although you refuse to look at him because it would only hurt that much more.

It was stupid to think coming here tonight was close to being a good idea. You may have made him a little bit jealous but it didn’t matter. Not when he had someone in his life that was everything you ever hoped to be.

“Shit, they're so good,” your date exclaims and all you can do is nod.

The set drags — at least for you. When it finally ends, the crowd erupts in a roar of cheers, including the guy you were with. You clap slowly while standing up on your feet, eager to get out of here.

Sliding a hand down your date’s arm to grab his attention, you can feel someone else’s gaze burning into you and your stomach flips. So you muster a smile as your date looks at you, pushing any agitating feelings down.

“Think I’m ready to call it a night,” you say honestly.

“Sure thing, darling.”

He follows you out obediently and you’re grateful, he really is such a nice guy. Maybe this evening wasn’t so bad. Maybe something good came out of it.

The cool air is soothing. For a brief moment, you’re able to relax.

“I had a really good time tonight,” your date exclaims, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Me too,” you respond. A small white lie.

“Maybe I can call you tomorrow? We can do this again sometime?”

“Sure thing.” 

He chuckles. “That’s my catchphrase.” 

You crack a genuine smile. “Well, it’s a good catchphrase.”

There is a brief moment of silence. People are slowly starting to trickle out of the bar and you’re back to feeling nervous. You didn’t want to see Eddie again. Not tonight.

“I’m only down the road so I can walk, are you okay to get home?”

“Yeah, but will you be okay by yourself? Wouldn’t want some creep following you or something.”

(No we wouldn’t.)

“I’ll be okay. I promise.”

He’s hesitant but nods eventually.

“Goodnight then, darling.”

“Goodnight.”

You like that he’s respectful and doesn’t try to hug or kiss you. Instead, he waves and you watch him walk away. The second he’s out of sight, you rummage through your handbag to retrieve a packet of cigarettes. Smoking relaxed you. And fuck did you need it right now.

Exhaling, you begin to walk in the direction of your home. Though, once again, your solitude is short lived.

“It’s not fucking bullshit!” 

A voice you recognise as Eddie’s bellows and you turn on your heel to face him. In the space of a single heartbeat, the metalhead is standing in front of you. He takes the cigarette from your hand, throwing it to the ground.

“I was enjoying that,” you mutter unimpressed.

Eddie ignores you, taking your hands in his before repeating, “It’s not fucking bullshit, okay?”

The curious glimmer in your eyes mixed with the sadness he no doubt caused is all the encouragement he needs to utter this next part.

“You’re that someone, okay? You are it for me. There’s no one else.”

His words ring in your ears. But he doesn’t give you enough time to process because he continues, “Fuck, sweetheart, it really pains me to see you with someone that is not me. And I know what I said that night, I remember every horrendous detail, but you gotta believe when I say I didn't mean it. I just fucking panicked when you told me how you really felt about me.”

Eddie sighs. You’re frozen as his hands move to cup your face.

“If anything, these last few days away from you made me realise that even though I told you to move on, I can’t let you go. It’s like your hand is printed on my fucking soul or something.”

“Eddie,” you’re not sure what you’re about to utter next. Which is why you feel quite grateful he places his thumb across your mouth, stopping you.

“I fucking…” Eddie takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to yours, “...I fucking love you.” 

Eddie’s gaze travels to your lips. It’s an unspoken plea which you answer by grabbing onto the collar of his t-shirt. Within a split-second, he closes the gap between you.

The kiss does not feel the same as any of the previous ones you shared. This kiss is passionate. It further ignites a certain spark with every breathing moment your lips are connected. It feels like a promise, that he really does love you. It’s real. He’s real. This is real.

Slowly, and quite reluctantly, Eddie pulls away. There is a smile spread across his face from cheek to cheek, an expression you can’t help but return.

“I fucking love you too, Eddie.”

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