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thisapplepielife · 2 months ago

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Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember.

Oh, He Wants

Week #2 Prompt: Backseat/Clothes On/Bruise | Word Count: 4608 | Rating: E | POV: Steve | CW: Unprotected Sex, Bodily Fluids | Tags: Clothes On, Until They're Off, First Time, Virgin Eddie, Horny Boys in Love, Dry Humping, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Barebacking

Note: It's backseat sex. Suspension of disbelief is often required for this trope. Like the Tardis, it's simply bigger on the inside than it appears, haha.

The windows are steamed up, condensation rolling down the glass, as Steve lays on top of Eddie, grinding down against him, over and over again. Steve kind of thought that was just a thing from movies, not something that actually happens in real life. But they've been at this for at least an hour, both breathing heavily, slowly heating up the car, literally fogging up the windows.

He feels his face flushing, and his chest is heaving as he keeps rutting against Eddie underneath him. Fingers digging into his arms, his shoulders, his neck. Probably hard enough to bruise. Just clinging to him anywhere he can reach.

It's slow, and steady, and the feeling of Eddie's cock pressed against his, even through all the layers of underwear and jeans, is really working for him. Steve's never been much of a backseat makeout kind of guy. He always had other places for that: Skull Rock. Under the bleachers. The last row of The Hawk. Not to mention there's never been a bedroom window he hasn't been willing to crawl through to fool around with a girl right in her own bed, her parents none the wiser.

But with Eddie? He'll get into the cramped backseat and love it. All day, all night, because he gets it now. He understands, wholly. The thrill of feeling like they are sneaking around, of getting by with something, even if they have other places to be together in private other than an abandoned dirt road.

They could hole up in Steve's big, empty house. Or at Wayne's place when he's gone at work all night. And they have. Make-out sessions that leave them both gasping for breath, needing, wanting.

Jeans, underwear sticky from coming in them as they pushed each other over the edge.

But this is different. Illicit and thrilling. He could take Eddie to a bed, he has every opportunity. Instead, they're here. Pulled off along a dead end dirt road.

And it's good. The shared breaths, the confined space, all of it.

It's a heady mix of lust, and love. Steve's fallen fast, and hard. Just like he always does. He'll never learn, and he knows he's probably headed for another heartbreak after Eddie's wrung out everything he wants from him, leaving the rest.

Tonight they've kissed so much, so hard, Steve's sure his lips are bruised at this point. But he can't get enough of Eddie. He'll never get enough. He almost lost him before he'd even found him, and he's not gonna waste another minute more.

For as long as this lasts, he's all in. He's gathered up the pieces of his broken heart before, and he could do it again. Would do it again, for Eddie.

It's worth it. Eddie's worth it. Love, too. He's probably hopeless. Robin would definitely say so, but he wants it so fucking bad. To be loved. To be someone's first pick, to go in the first round, to build a dynasty together.

Okay, maybe the sports metaphors are a bit much, especially for Eddie, who wouldn't appreciate them. But Steve feels like he's been drafted to the future he wants, if he can only hold onto it, long term.

Eddie is everything he's been looking for. He loves him. He's sure of it, even if that's never been spoken between them.

Steve pulls back to suck in a quick breath, all panting and soft eyes, "Hi."

Eddie smiles, lips swollen and red, "Hi."

And Steve dives back in. Pressing his lips to Eddie's neck, his tongue sneaking out to taste salty skin. All he wants is this. To lay here and kiss, and grind, and just be close to each other. Nothing else to worry about other than this minute, and the one that follows after.

It might last a month, a year, or a lifetime. Tonight though, he's drunk on the feeling of Eddie under his body, the way they can't seem to get enough of each other. Hands roaming, bodies crushed together.

Steve hasn't felt like this in a long fucking time, if ever. This attracted to someone. Just being with them because you can.

Because you want to.

And Steve? He wants to be with Eddie in all the ways.

"Here. Let me readjust," Eddie says, and Steve lifts up his hips, as Eddie sticks his hand down in his jeans, under the waistband without unbuttoning them, into his boxers. It's fucking hot, for some reason.

To see his whole hand disappear, knowing what he's doing. Steve wants that to be his hand. To close around the hard, silky warmth. To feel the weight against his palm. To see if holding another man's cock in his hand actually feels any different. He bets that it does.

Eddie makes the adjustment he needs to make, then pulls his hand back out, and Steve re-lowers himself again to reestablish contact.

Goddamn, now Steve can feel even more of his length. Hard and ready, under him.

He wants to put his mouth on him. Use every ounce of knowledge he has from girls sucking his cock, and apply them to doing the same to Eddie. Take all the best tricks and move forward, and leave all the worst ones behind in the past.

He rolls his hips, and Eddie moans, in response, and it makes Steve smile.

"Like that?" he asks, keeping up the same soft, slow roll of his hips.

"Fuck yeah, I like it," Eddie answers, breath catching in his throat, his hands finding Steve's hips, not forcing him to move any faster, nor any harder, just holding him, desperate to feel the motion they're making together.

To hear the sound of the rough denim scratching together in the quiet of the car. Steve had turned the key to accessory mode to keep the radio on, but that went off long ago, now. And he's glad. He just wants to hear the sound of Eddie's breathing, and the rustling noises of their bodies moving together.

They haven't shed a bit of clothing, but they don't need to. This is so good on its own.

He likes the cramped space, the feeling of being cocooned with him, like they are the only people on earth that matter at this exact moment in time.

Then, Eddie is twisting under him, and seems to be all knees and elbows. But he squirms, and Steve leans back to see where this is going. He's unsure, but vows to just stay out of his way, and let it play out. He'll follow Eddie's lead, no matter where he's headed.

Surprising Steve, Eddie rolls onto his belly, bumping and jostling Steve the whole time. And Steve watches, trying to let him get situated, just enthralled as Eddie's hands are clearly moving beneath him. Unbuttoning. Unzipping. Then he's pushing his jeans down onto his thighs. Plaid boxers still covering his ass.

Steve grips his hips, unsure.

Steve's not even sure what Eddie needs. Or what he needs. He's never had sex with a man before. He's willing, and he wants, oh, he wants, but he can't ask for what he's never had. He doesn't have the words.

He's not sure Eddie does either.

But he's pretty sure they can't fuck in a car. He doesn't know much, but he thinks he knows that.

He's satisfied with this, he'd be satisfied with anything, when it comes to Eddie.

Steve unbuttons his own jeans, pushing them down, and then presses his underwear-clad dick right against Eddie's ass. And presses down, testing, trying it out. He makes small thrusts against him, finding a rhythm and it must be right, because Eddie moans beneath him.

"Goddamn," Steve breathes out.

Steve's pretty sure Eddie wants this, maybe more, by the way he's providing the counterpoint. Pushing back, helping keep the rhythm.

He's never been with a guy before Eddie, but he's been with plenty of girls, and knows horny when he sees it. And Steve wants to fuck him. Wants to slide into him, feel their bodies connected and Eddie all around him.

Hell, he wants to rub off on him, just like this. Anything. Everything.

He just wants to make Eddie feel good. He wants them both to feel good.

"Is it good?" Steve breathes out.

And Eddie nods. Hair moving. Shaking up and down.

Steve takes a hand from one of Eddie's hips, and brushes the loose hair from his neck, and then bends down, kissing his slick skin.

Then, he wants to at least see more.

So, he pulls down Eddie's boxers, revealing the shock of white skin. He's so pale. Even here in the dark. Maybe even more now that he survived the bats. Like all that lost blood never quite returned to his circulatory system.

There are jagged scars on his hips, and Steve is familiar with those himself. But they are somehow opposites. Steve's sides still look webbed with streaks of white on tanned skin. Like they were able to heal, but not disappear. Only fading with time. In contrast, Eddie's are dark against his pale skin, still reddened.

They're different, but the same. A matched set, both having survived the same terrible version of hell together.

They made it. Just not unscathed.

And that's okay.

Then he grips both of Eddie's ass cheeks, and spreads them apart. It's dark in the car. Nearly too dark to see, everything hidden in shadow, but what he can make out by the moonlight is enticing.

He digs his fingers into Eddie's ass, kneading a little, and then lines up. Cock bumping against Eddie's asshole through the remaining layer of Steve's underwear, and it sends Eddie scrabbling at the leather seats, with no way to find purchase.

It feels good for Steve, and it clearly does for Eddie, too.

"Fuck me," Eddie whines, begging.

Steve can't fuck him. Can't just slide inside. No matter how much he wants to. Eddie's not slick and open and ready like a girl, even if he's just as willing.

But Steve brushes his thumb against his opening, then pulls his thumb back, licks it, getting it wet and sloppy with spit, and does it again. Pressing against his hole, but not trying to push inside.

Eddie arches off the seat, moaning.

Steve wants to eat him out. Eating pussy always got him going. Got his dick hard, and ready. He's absolutely certain eating Eddie's ass would do the same.

He doesn't know how they could possibly make room for that in here, though.

They'll have to do other stuff.

Steve presses himself upwards. As close to upright as he can get in the backseat of his car, his head and neck crammed against the roof, the soft lining tickling the back of his neck, as he unbuttons his jeans and wrangles them off his body, struggling with the lack of room.

But getting them off. Tossed out of the way.

And he knows shouldn't, but he does. He pushes his underwear down under his dick, and slides the head of his cock right against Eddie's hole. Pressing against him. Steve's leaking, because he's been leaking all fucking night, making a wet spot in his underwear, but now that helps slick the way.

Not enough to fuck, but enough to glide against him, definitely.

"This okay?" Steve asks.

"Yes, yes," Eddie answers, "fuck yes."

So, Steve takes his cock in hand, and rubs the head right against Eddie. And Eddie whines, and pushes back.

Another bead of precum slides out, right against Eddie's warm skin.

Maybe they could rut here until he finishes between his cheeks. Come splattering his hole. Fuck. The thought.

But there's more he wants to do first.

"Flip," Steve says, and with some sloppy, slightly dangerous maneuvering, Eddie does. Again on his back, looking up at Steve.

Steve pulls his own underwear back up, but forces Eddie's jeans and boxers down even further, until he can slip them off one of Eddie's legs, leaving them dangling off the other.

Then he heaves Eddie's legs over his shoulders, bumping them on the roof of the car, making Eddie fold himself nearly in half to make the angle in this limited amount of space work.

Eddie's cock is hard, wet and dripping at the tip, laying back against his belly, begging for attention. But Steve bypasses it. Instead, nudging behind Eddie's balls, and swiping his tongue against his hole.

Eddie keens, letting out a wild noise that makes Steve's cock throb in his underwear. Getting even wetter.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Eddie whispers, mainly to himself, Steve thinks.

He looks fucking hot all contorted like this, spine bowed, hands in Steve's hair. Pulling. Tugging. Clawing.

And Steve keeps licking him, before pressing the tip of his tongue inside, making Eddie gasp. He wonders if he could eat him out enough to loosen him up to fuck.

He'd definitely be willing to try. It's musky and earthy, and not at all bad, even if he feels a little naughty doing this. Especially tasting the salty traces of himself there. As if he's staked his claim. As if the taboo-ness of it makes it even hotter.

Steve pulls back, and spits on his fingers. This isn't ideal. They can't go from zero-to-fucking, but that seems like exactly what they'd both like to happen tonight.

But he presses the tip of one inside alongside his tongue.

"I've never," Eddie groans, "uh, never even, oh fuck, gotten head. And Steve Harrington is eating my ass. What is happening?"

Steve stills at that. Well, leave it to him to skip a few bases.

He scoots forward, pressing his chest against the back of Eddie's thighs.

"Can I? Can I do that?" Steve asks, searching his eyes.

And Eddie nods, emphatically, "Fuck. Yes. Please. Anything. You can do anything."

He sounds shocked and borderline hysterical, but in a good way. A really, really good way.

Steve feels like maybe Eddie's gonna be his undoing. And isn't that a hell of a drug to have rushing through your veins?

Steve wants to slide into the floorboard, but his driver's seat is too far back.

He can fix that. He lowers Eddie's legs, and leans over the seat, reaching the lever, scooting it up as far as it'll go.

Then he wedges himself down on the floorboard, and cups Eddie's bare hips. Sliding the still dangling clothes off Eddie's leg, and tosses them up front with his own, out of the way. Eddie's still got his shirt on, but so does Steve, and that's okay. Kinda hot, even.

He takes in the sight of Eddie laying there, cock hard, the base surrounded by wild, dark hair. Even his cock looks like it belongs on Eddie, somehow.

He's gorgeous.

"You're gorgeous," Steve tells him, meeting his eyes.

"Stop," Eddie whines, looking embarrassed. He shouldn't be. He is gorgeous. How nobody else ever did this for him, how they never wanted to see him looking like this, is actually insane. Crazy.

Steve presses both thumbs onto the dips of his hips, "If you actually want me to stop, say so. If not, I'm gonna eat you alive."

Eddie's dick jerks and bounces at that promise, and Steve grins, "That's what I thought."

He wraps his hand around Eddie's girth, sliding, giving a slow stroke, before pushing his hand down towards the base of his dick to keep his pubes out of the way, and out of his mouth. Then he lowers his head, sliding the head of Eddie's cock between his lips. Eddie's never gotten head, and Steve's never given it, but they're in this thing together now.

And Steve couldn't be happier about it.

He glides his mouth up and down, not going too far, definitely not brave enough to take him very deep. Eddie doesn't seem to mind, with all the noises he's making. So, Steve keeps it up. Finds a rhythm, using his mouth, his hand, and it doesn't take long.

Steve feels Eddie's dick harden further, knows that tell-tale sign.

"I'm gonna," Eddie says, and Steve nods, squeezing his hip with his free hand.

And Eddie does. Comes in his mouth, and Steve doesn't know what to do with it. He holds it there for a few seconds, and then lifts his shirttail, and spits in it.

Maybe not the first choice, but it worked, and Steve pulls his now wet shirt over his head, tossing it away with their jeans.

Eddie claws at him, pulling him towards his face, and Steve kisses him. Over and over. Hoping he's tasting himself on Steve's tongue.

Eddie tilts his head, pulling back, and Steve lets him go.

"I. I need," Eddie says, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"What do you need?" Steve asks, hand brushing the hair off his forehead, to get a better look at him. He'll give him anything.

"I need you to eat me out some more," Eddie says, head twisted to the side, not looking at Steve. As if he's embarrassed to ask for this.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, surprised, but happy.

And Eddie nods.

Steve maneuvers his body backwards towards the other door, and then gets Eddie's legs up over his shoulders again, and goes all in. Licking, pressing in with his tongue. Eddie's whole body is loose from his orgasm, and sliding the tip of his tongue inside is a little easier, now. So, he licks, and presses his tongue flat against the furled skin, loving the sounds Eddie makes. Breathy moans, heady whines.

"Steve, Steve," Eddie says, "Can you? Can you fuck me?"

Steve brushes his thumb against Eddie's sweat-slick skin, "Are you sure? We don't have to do this now. We can wait. Do it right."

"Do it now," Eddie begs, "do it, do it."

Okay, Steve will do it now. If he can. If he has anything to make that happen. He digs around in his bag on the other side of the floorboard, and comes up with a strip of three condoms. But nothing to use as lube.

The condoms are lubricated, and he opens all three, sliding one on his dick, and then getting all the lube off the others as best as he can. With that, and the foreplay, he thinks it just might be enough.

It's not a lot of lube to work with, but he's finally knuckle deep, and Eddie's making good noises. Which he finds encouraging.

"Have you ever?" Steve asks, twisting his finger, and then adding a second. Eddie groans, and presses back against his hand. And well, he's not acting like this is the first time something's been in his ass.

"Only to myself," Eddie says, and Steve puts that on the list of things to try alone, now. To see what it feels like. Steve wishes Eddie were slicker, but this is what they've got to work with.

He'll have to see if it's enough, now.

"If it hurts, let me know. We'll stop."

"I like a little pain," Eddie admits.

"Well, if it's bad pain and not the good kind, speak up," Steve tells him. He definitely doesn't want to hurt him. What a shitty first time that would be.

Eddie nods, and Steve starts pressing the head of his cock against Eddie with steady, solid pressure. Not rushing, but not pussy footing around, either. He's not scared of sex. It's one thing that he feels confident about, and he can't see why that'd change today.

But it's not slick enough. Eddie doesn't give under him. Not at all. Fuck.

He pulls back.

"What? No," Eddie says, reaching for him.

"This is gonna hurt like this, there's gotta be something in here we can use," Steve says.

Because there has to be something. Anything.

And he hits the jackpot. A bottle of aloe vera in the console. Left over from summer, he's sure. When the girls wanted to get oiled up to tan faster, and Robin just burned. Badly.

He squirts some on his fingers, and presses one inside Eddie. The sound Eddie makes is something he'll take to the grave. It was that good.

Once he has him slicked up and even more open, he's gone a little soft from the concentration, and when he tries to get filled out and the condom back on right, it tears. Fuck. And he used all the others he had trying to get some lube off of them.

He crawls on top of Eddie, putting the bottle down by his head, "Please tell me you have a condom in your wallet.

"I don't," Eddie admits.

And Steve punches out a breath, cupping Eddie's cheek, "That's okay. Next time."

He presses his mouth to Eddie's, tongue sliding back in. Eddie wraps one arm around his back, and tilts up his hips.

Then he takes his other, working it between them, guiding the tip of Steve's cock right against him.

And Steve moves his hips to rub against him.

"Oh," Eddie breathes out, "Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck. Goddamn."

Steve grins, "That's what I like to hear."

And Eddie laughs. Steve likes to hear that even more.

"Fuck me," Eddie says.

"I don't have-"

"And I don't care right now. I've never been with anyone, so this is your call."

Steve's good. Eddie knows it, too. Robin made them all get tested at some event in Chicago, where she was stretching her little lesbian wings, both of them just along for the ride.

They shouldn't. But they could.

"Steve."

And Steve nods.

He inches in, head of his cock popping past that tight ring of muscle, then letting Eddie adjust. Even as it feels like a fucking vice grip on his dick. He wonders what it feels like to be on the receiving end. He hopes he gets to be on the other side of this, and soon.

"I can't wait until I get to do this," Steve says, because he can't. He wants it. He wants it all.

"I'm almost ready, I think," Eddie answers, and Steve screws up his face, thinking. Finally realizing.

"Not that," Steve says, hands running down Eddie's thighs, loving the feel of the hair there, tickling his palm. He's so fucking bisexual that he isn't sure how he ignored it until Eddie. Like, it seems absurd, now.

"Not that, take all the time you need," Steve says, reaching his hand down, touching where they are connected. "This. I can't wait until you fuck me. If you want to. Do you want to?"

"Fuck, Steve," Eddie says, "of course I want to. But if you keep making me think about that, I'm gonna come again before we even get started."

Steve might just have the same problem. He's never been inside anyone without a condom before, and he's never done anal at all. He's overwhelmed, overstimulated, in the best way.

Steve chuckles, stroking Eddie's skin, laying a kiss on the inside of his knee, then resting his cheek there, eyes still gazing towards Eddie's face, "Okay. I'll quit."

"Thank you," Eddie teases, rocking back just a little, clenching down on Steve.

Testing. Trying it out. And even if it's hard to stay still, so hard Steve swears he's about to break a sweat from it, he lets Eddie go at his own pace until he's sliding up and down on Steve's cock.

It's over fast. Before it really starts, honestly. They just barely get a rhythm going, Eddie fisting his own dick, then groaning as he clenches down on Steve as he comes. That's all it takes, Steve has to make a decision, "In or out?"

"Are you crazy? In," Eddie demands, tightening his legs around Steve, punctuating his answer. Steve thrusts a handful more times, uneven and hurling towards the point of no return, before following him over the edge.

Coming inside Eddie.

Goddamn.

After he catches his breath, he slips out, watching, and slides back into the floorboard, knees against rough carpet, and immediately presses his tongue to Eddie's cock-loosened hole.

"Oh, fuck. I died. I died, the bats got me, and this all in my poor, oxygen deprived head," Eddie rambles, and Steve pulls back to laugh. That's when he sees that Eddie has the back of his hand on his forehead, like he's in fear of fainting.

He's ridiculous.

"I'm hypoxic."

So ridiculous.

"Not likely."

And Steve puts his tongue back on Eddie, in him, tasting himself. And the bitter aloe. But mainly himself. He's fucking his tongue in and out, just eating him the fuck out some more. If Eddie wants this, Steve's happy to be face-deep forever.

In fact, this is gonna be his new thing. He's decided.

He gets lost in the feeling. He only takes breaks to bury his nose in Eddie's pubes, inhaling the musky smell of him. He feels like a pervert, but doesn't fucking care. Eddie's a self-proclaimed freak, and by god, Steve's gonna be a freak right along with him.

"Steve. Steve," Eddie says, and Steve finally pulls back. Eyes heavy, and hooded.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie says, pulling on him, tugging until he slides up his body, mouths sliding together, slick.

Getting lost in just being together. Basking in the afterglow, the heady smell of sex surrounding them in the car.

Bodies grinding. And Eddie is hard again, but so is Steve. How long was he down there? And when can he go back?

Eddie starts wiggling, and rolls over, again. Like he can't stay still. But it's worth it. Now, his ass is right there. Pretty, used hole looking right back at Steve.

He's gonna put his tongue in it again.

"Again," Eddie says, and Steve doesn't need to be told twice. He moves to scoot down, but Eddie whines, "Your dick. Not your tongue, even if that's gonna be the star of every wet dream I have from now until my inevitable demise."

"Okay, okay," Steve says, smiling at his weird, but endearing, rambling as he slicks himself back up, squirting more aloe on Eddie, watching as he jumps, "Sorry. Cold, I know."

Then he slides right back inside. No resistance now, all slick give, and soft moans. Hole gripping him, sucking him in, as if it wants him there as much as he wants to be there.

Fucking him for real this time. The edge off, so he's able to actually set a rhythm. And in the moonlit car, he watches his cock slide in and out of Eddie.

Then he slides all the way out, and rubs the head of his cock against the warm, welcoming opening, the place he's meant to be, just teasing Eddie as he gets to watch. The sight of Eddie stretching, opening, as the head of his cock finally slips back inside, is so fucking hot.

"I wish you could see this," Steve says, then adds, "because, fuck, I love…this," Steve says, catching himself, pivoting his words, and Eddie laughs, which makes him clench around Steve.

"I love you, too," Eddie says, not letting him get by with it, and Steve presses in all the way, stopping. Chest heaving, tears burning his eyes.

"You do?" Steve asks, desperate for that to be true.

"Don't be obtuse," Eddie says, and Steve's not exactly sure what that means, but he gets the message. Loud and clear. And then Eddie doubles down, and it's music to Steve's ears, hearing him say, "Of course I love you."

Steve pulls almost all the way out, and slams back in. A punctuation, as he says, "I love you. I love you, too."

And he fucking does.

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bluemari23 · 8 months ago

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dancing like butterfly wings || park seonghwa

summary: you've been feeling a little down lately as you experience another flare up, and not wanting to feel like a burden, you try to to hide it from your soulmate.

pairing: seonghwa x reader

genre: fluff, soulmate au

warnings: some depressive thoughts, insecurities, mc going through it, disabled reader (POTS), mentions of vomit/vomiting

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for my disabled people who sometimes just wanna be taken care of ❤️

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It wasn't like you always wanted to feel this way, incompetent and unable to do anything. You felt like a complete burden.

Even Seonghwa felt like he had to stay back with you, instead of going and exploring the city before the concert tonight with the rest of the boys.

You woke up feeling a little nauseous, until it was time to get up and then you had to run to the bathroom, hoping you didn't wake up your sleeping soulmate. He had a long night last night, having a concert and then doing a live with Hongjoong and Wooyoung.

He didn't get into the room until after two am, practically falling into bed beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You closed the door, hoping it would block the sound of you, but it didn't. You could feel the hand rubbing at your back as he holds your hair back with his other hand.

"Go away Hwa. I don't want you to see this." You cried out, frustrated with yourself and your body, thoughts moving back to why you couldn't have a normal body.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? Is that why you went to bed early?" He asked, trying to figure out if you were in a flare up or just sick, or both.

He hated seeing you like this, and always tried to do his best to help you prevent flare ups, but sometimes you couldn't prevent one. Noe even with all the preparation in the world.

"Please Hwa." You are practically sobbing now, but you had managed to stop throwing up.

Seonghwa moved you so you were lying against his chest, a warm wash cloth already in hand as he then helped clean you up and wipe away the sweat that accumulated on your forehead and brow.

It had taken a little while, and the ignoring of your pleading, to get you back into bed and curled up against his side. He had already messaged the boys about your condition and that he would be staying back with you.

You hated that your body decided that now was the time to attack itself, a flare up of your disability leaving your heart rate unable to lower and your blood pooling making you nauseous and unable to lay still.

"Alright, my love. I have your salty snacks, and your drink. How about we put a movie on, hmm?" Seonghwa looks down at you after pulling you back into his side as he gets back into the large, comfy hotel bed.

"Please Seonghwa, I can take care of myself. You've always wanted to explore this city. it's okay, I promise." You try to tell him, but he doesn't hear it.

"That's the thing, my love. You don't have to take care of yourself. Not anymore. Not when you have me." He squeezes your shoulder and places a soft, loving kiss to your temple before moving to grab the remote and look for a movie for the too of you to watch.

-*-*-

*knock*knock*

You both turn to the door, hearing voices and a small screech before the door opens, Wooyoung falling in with Yunho holding the door key and the rest of the boys peering inside.

"Guys? What's going on?" Seonghwa asks the boys, mainly looking towards Hongjoong who just looked at you both sheepishly.

"Well, we heard you weren't feeling well and wanted to cheer you up." Hongjoon responded, holding up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, already in a cute vase.

That's when you both noticed the rest of the boys were all holding different items or bags, with the legos in Jongho's grasp catching your eye.

You couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall from your waterline, seeing how much the boys cared for you.

You tried to sit up so you could get out of bed only for San to move forward, propping up the pillows behind you and preventing you from leaving the bed.

"No, it's okay! We'll just sit with you!" San grinned at you, making a small smile grow on your own lips. He sat down and put his bag on the bed, opening it to reveal your favorite takeout. You didn't even know they had it in this city.

"See, baby. You don't have to take care of yourself. We will do it."

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years ago

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need me some domestic aaron where maybe reader hasn’t moved in yet with him but he keeps all her favorite food / necessities stocked up for when she comes around 🥹

your favorite

god please i need an aaron cw; mentions of food

friday nights were notorious for movie nights.

it was the perfect way to unwind after a busy work week, and to kick off the weekend. you would find yourself at aaron's apartment, snuggled with him and jack on the couch, surrounded by blankets into the night. jack especially loved the 'no-set bedtime' rule on these particular occasions- you'd never forget the look of shock and joy on his face when aaron first introduced it.

currently, jack had been really into star wars, and so the three of you were slowly yet surely making your way through the saga.

and with movie nights, of course came the snacks.

tonight, you had come from work directly to the apartment, meaning you hadn't stopped at home. and while aaron would offer you some of his clothes to lounge in, it meant you hadn't been able to retrieve your favorite snacks from your pantry. you could've stopped at the store on the way, sure, but you were too eager to see your boys and quickly dismissed the idea.

it was the easiest sacrifice to make if it granted you more time with the pair of them, after all.

"i'll be right back."

about halfway through the movie, you threw back your end of the blanket to allow yourself to get up, tossing it gently overtop jack who had been sandwiched between you and aaron. his muffled laughter followed you as you scrambled off the couch, as well as the sound of droids firing away coming to a stop as aaron paused the movie momentarily.

you had originally been in search of another drink- the popcorn had been generous on the salty side tonight- when you noticed your usual snack of choice laying on the counter. it was a variety bag, the contents containing a combination of pretzels, sun chips, cheetos, chex-mix.

"c'mon, we're waiting." aaron teased as he entered the kitchen soon after you, grabbing a juice box from the fridge for jack.

you turned to face him, evidently about to voice something. and when you hadn't, he arched an eyebrow in question, prompting you to approach the bench.

"you have my favorite snack mix?"

"yes...?" he answered hesitantly, as if it were obvious, but also as if he didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing.

you blinked in surprise, warmth flooding through your body. “you didn't need to do that.” your voice fell on the softer side, an endearing tone.

"of course i did, they're your favorite." aaron answered easily as he approached, giving your cheek a chaste kiss in the process. "it's been in the cabinet for a while. i pulled it out earlier when i noticed you hadn't brought any."

you stared at him in astonishment. "really?"

just when you thought he couldn't get more perfect.

"yeah." aaron nodded his head, a sweet boyish grin painted on his face. his arms securely wrapped around your waist, pulling your front flush to his. "i want you to feel at home here."

you smiled up at him, lifting up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. “i appreciate it. and you. so much, i don't think you understand."

aaron returned the favor, but prolonged the kiss for a few seconds more. "anything and everything for you."

you couldn't help but kiss him again, as it was all too easy to get lost and melt into him.

the perfect man, truly.

the two of you could've stayed there forever. especially when aaron backed you up against the counter, each of you being completely consumed by the other. but jack's voice echoed from the living room, calling for the two of you to 'hurry up!'

with a small, yet still satisfied sigh, aaron forced himself to pull away, while you pouted slightly at the loss. but to quickly make up for it, he grabbed ahold of your hand. "c'mon, time to go save the galaxy."

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meracyn · 2 months ago

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Hello 🤗 your writing style is so cute and fun to read lol i like your energy :) can i request more kokichi hc? It's ok if not!

dating kokichi oma 🍇 pt. 2!

a/n ; hihiii anon <3 second request yay ! thank you so much and yes ofc, i hope its to your liking !!

let’s continue with these, like we all know;

little shit

kokichi is the type of boyfriend to steal your things randomly

one day you have lots of snacks and sweets stocked up in a hidden place

next day there’s either wrappers or nothing 😭

just whoosh, all gone

when you ask him about it he gets all defensive

“what? me? stealing your snacks?? i would NEVER” like mf who else would it be ☠️

drama queen ahh

likes to call you over and when you arrive, the little shit is nowhere to be found

“Y/NNNNN” kokichi screams, “COME OVER ITS IMPORTANT” he yells

once you get there, the stick isnt there

“kokichi where the hell are you”

no answer

“bOO” — jumps on your back, making you both fall on the floor

“you’re so weak, im not even heavy and you still made us fall”

“mf you weigh more than two capybaras combined what are you on about”

i just imagine kokichi as “stick who cried wolf” ahh 💀

loves scaring you and stealing your things idk what his deal is but you chose him, cant be complaining now 😭 gl tho

most likely the type to copy off your answers in a test or homework when he’s feeling too lazy to study

if someone tries to hit on you in front of him, kokichi would probably scare them off by threatening to send his gang after them, makes it sound so realistic too somehow

“the supreme leader deserves the best after all”

mf WHERE

kokichis text can be from spamming memes to shit like “watch out tonight.....” or “make sure to close ur door..”

likes pissing you off all the time but there are moments where hes actually sweet to you, but its rare

the type to spill hot sauce in your food or make it very salty when you aren’t looking

dont trust your food with this guy he will take it as a sign of you letting him mess with it

idk if this really fits kokichi but if you’re ever tired and want to take a nap, put on a crime movie and he’ll be distracted for a while, like some little kid lmao

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zweetpea · 7 months ago

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Interlude: Between storm and forest

“I’m sorry what?” You ask but it’s muffled. Scaramouche ungags you. “I’m sorry what?”

He kisses you and you kiss him back. “Yes! Finally someone who wants to be with me! I’ve been waiting for someone to actually want me! I guess Baizhu and Dvalin do, but I was promised debauchery! Three people interested does not a harem make. I guess Ayaka may count. But I’ve never seen a harem anime with four people.”

“You’re not going to have a harem. I am going to be your husband and with your power I’m going to overthrow the Archons.”

“Yeah! Let’s go! Venti shot me! That bitch has this coming. Zhongli may be hot and he may or may not have two cocks but he still nearly let his people die so he could drink tea. And your mom may have giant tits… actually your mom’s coming around on me. Like she’s a bitch for abandoning you but she is trying to be a better leader.”

“Ugh, you’re loud.” He starts to leave.

“Wait! Don’t you want to ravish me as my husband to be?”

He looks back at you, face as red as a tomato. “What are you saying!?”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Are you self conscious? I can take top if it would be easier for you.”

“Just shut up!!” He screamed and left.

It was about a month since Scaramouche had taken you away from Inazuma. He’s barely touched you in that time. Gave you a few kisses but it never went farther than that and a few cuddles at night. Like sure you guys are traveling but still!

“Scara.” You say one night. Climbing on top of him. “Please.”

His face goes up in flames. “Stop.”

“I have been promised debauchery. I can feel that you want this. Your dick is sprung against my ass. So what is the problem?

…

we don’t have to do anything tonight but I’d like to know what is going on. A normal thing married couples do is this. Just tell me what’s wrong, I promise I won’t judge.”

“…I… I’ve never… done this before.”

“Do you want to wait?”

“No. It would be harder then because I’ve put it off so much. Doesn’t that bother you though?”

“Do you think that I came out of the womb a non virgin? I had my first time like everyone else. We’ll take it as slow as you want.”

“In that case.” He flips you both over on the bed. “I hope you’re ready to not be able to walk tomorrow. I may have never done this but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” He kisses down your neck.

“Okay this is certainly something I didn’t expect. I never knew I needed Dom Virgin Scara in my life.”

“I won’t be a virgin for long darling.”

You squeak. Now it’s your turn to blush like a virgin.

The next morning you can’t feel your legs, your ass is sore, your throat hurts and your mouth tastes salty.

“Can you fuck me like your a virgin every night?” You say when he wakes up.

“I’m spent. Next time I’m binding these grabby hands of yours with my Obi.”

“What does a Star Wars character have to do with how hard you fucked me?”

“What’s Star Wars?”

“Nerd movies. The first three made were decent. The prequels and sequels suck!”

“What’s this?” A voice from the doorway called. You two looked back and saw dottore.

“What a pretty specimen.” He said walking closer to you.

“Stay away!” Scara warns wrapping his arms around you.

Dottore lunges and Scara quickly grabs the electro gnosis and uses it to blast you away.

You clung to the blanket for dear life. And when you awoke, you were surrounded by sand and tan buff men and women.

“Pansexual panic!”

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waklman · 1 year ago

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Michelin Star

summary: you give bradley head during a private dinner or the “you say it’s big, but you take it” lyric from frank ocean.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n. smut 18+ blog minors dni. blowjob/oral (m receiving), pwp, spit kink.

word count: 1.3k

nfl au, billionare bradley, a24 actress reader

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“Look so fuckin’ tiny next to it. Fuck.” Bradley harshly whispers, fully taken by the way your head shrinks in size when you pose next to his straining cock. His stomach knots at how the shadow of his dick rests over your entire face, as it towers past the top of your head.

Mouth starting to fill with saliva, all you can do is nod in agreement—not wanting to drool over the expensive slacks he’s zippered down for you.

You could only pray that your plea translates through the wide-eyed stare you’re giving him. Because right now, you’d do just about anything to feel the delicious stretch of his thick cock down throat when he inevitably reaches back there.

Under the dinner table of the Michelin restaurant he’s booked out, the precum dripping down his length slips onto the side of your face and you go to eagerly lick it off once it trails down towards your mouth.

Though, you should be a bit ashamed—acting like this in a public space, you can’t seem to care as your restraint thinned out long ago.

“Please. So big,” you thickly swallow, chest rising up and down as you pull back to watch him throb in your manicured hand, that barely wraps around his girth. The silk table cloth slips down the back of your tweed Chanel archive dress when you move to look at him.

Through pure instinct, you roll your tongue back in on itself, trying to find the fleeting aftertaste of his salty precum somewhere on there.

Bradley insisted that you’d wait until the driver drops you both off at his penthouse—but how were you supposed to do that when he casually passed a thick bundle of cash to the waiter, suggesting he say a number between five and ten. Smirking when ten hit his ears, Bradley leaned over his main course to tell you that he’s going to make you cum ten times tonight.

And that's when you started begging hard enough that he gave in, letting his seared steak run cold.

“So big, but you take it anyway,” he hums condescendingly, guiding you towards his leaking tip with the hand he has tangled into your hair. You're not sure if it's his Rolex brushing against the shell of your ear or the thought of someone possibly catching you, but a shiver passes down your spine.

"My dirty fucking girl,” he suddenly growls through clenched teeth. “Lettin’ me stuff that pretty mouth. Don't even care if someone sees, huh?"

It's almost pathetic how quickly you nod, bleary eyed as you slowly move down his length, bobbing back up to swallow his tangy precum, desperate to not miss a drop.

It’s a brief thought that cuts through his lust, but Bradley wished the paparazzi waiting outside the tinted glass doors would just fuck off for once. Because if he did so much as move in his seat, they’d get a view of his wife on her knees, cherry red lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Tightening his grip, he slightly tugs on your roots, moving you back off him for a moment. Instantly, you dart out a tongue, catching the taste of him that brushes over your chin to hide the disappointment of your empty mouth.

Bradley couldn’t imagine that your manager would particularly enjoy spending his rare day off—scrubbing lewd photos of his rising movie star off the internet—as that would stir trouble around your growing career. But, what Bradley could imagine, was that he has more than enough money to hire someone else clear the pictures within seconds.

“If you make it quick, I’ll fuck you til’ can’t breathe in the back of the Bently. Got it?” He looks down at you, a stern expression dawning his features. Noticing the haze taking over your vision, Bradley presses further, a tinge of impatience leaking into his tone. “Gonna be a good girl and answer me?”

“I–Yes,” you whimper, regaining focus with a forceful blink. The mere thought of him mercilessly pounding you into the leathered seats with the radio cranked up, stifling the harsh snap of his hips—while the driver blissfully attends to his smoke break, has you instantly clenching your thighs. The carpet under your bare knees scratches at you with the abrupt movement.

Pleased with your reaction, he scratches at your scalp, prompting you to sink your mouth around him again. “Mm, that's right,” he begins to coo, watching his dick glide past the tip of your tongue. “Thought you’d like that. Making people wait around while you’re crying ‘bout how full you are. Crying ‘bout how you can’t live without this dick in you,” he crudely voices.

Then like instant karma, an unsuspected groan rips through his chest, putting an end to his teasing.

Bradley’s suddenly forced to bend forward because you’re eagerly hollowing your cheeks, already taking more than half of him. It’s downright shameless how obedient you’re being, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so you don’t gag around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he heaves, steadying his faltering clutch on the roots of your hair.

“S-Shit. Just like that,” he grits, brows pinched and eyes fixated on the way your nose increasingly gets closer the bejeweled hand you have curled at his base, mouth moving up and down his length, coating him in a clear slick.

The decorated table above you is shaking, the back of your skull cushioned by his thick fingers repeatedly slams against the blunt edge in bursts.

Bradley’s hazel orbs are dimmed to an inky black color—the only light glimmering through his eyes is from the reflection of burning candles jittering away from its original spot between your plates.

“You tryna’ call the waiter over here? Huh? Needy little thing,” he bites down on his lip, ears zoning in the sound of your muffled moans.

Tongue molding around a protruded vein on his underside, you chase to get the entire stretch of it to lay flat against your tastebuds, ignoring the burn of your mascara in your waterline when your tears mix with it.

Roughly, Bradley spits a sharp wad right onto the hefty rock perched on your ring finger. “Want you reaching that fuckin’ diamond, baby.” The saliva glossing your wedding ring, spurs you to pick up your pace, sending a continuous vibration down his length.

Jaw stretched to its limit, your slobber leaks out the side of your mouth. A rush of dizziness surges through you when you finally feel the head of his cock poking the back wall of your throat.

Curling his other hand firmly around your nape, he mockingly taps his large thumb on the pedant of your necklace. “Almost fuckin’ there,” he runs the digit down line of your throat. “C’mon. Thought you wanted this dick down here.”

In response, you bob your head faster in unison with the well decorated hand fisted around his length. Above you, Bradley’s incessantly grunting out a string of praise as the wet surface of the glassy crystal nudges at the tip of your runny nose in success. You finally reached the diamond.

Bradley feels the oxygen completely dissipate from his lungs, a sear of building pleasure bats through his ribs while he fights the urge to tip his head back. His eyes nearly shuts, but he wills himself to keep his attention on you. His wife.

And if it’s not the sight of your throat growing in size as his cock spills into it, then it’s the overwhelmed gag that rings around him that finally tips Bradley over.

A shaky praise of Good Girl mindlessly leaves his scratchy throat when you diligently swallow the ropes of cum that shoot down your throat.

Carefully, he moves you off him, lightly laughing when you blankly blink at his deflated dick as if you didn’t just consume his future children instead of dinner.

Moving his hands to cradle your head between them, Bradley extends a thumb to feasibly clean off the smudge of lipstick smeared across your cheek.

Bradley grins. “You do realize that our waiter who’s been consistently checking up on us, hasn’t come back to our table right?”

The remembrance of the grown man's excitement to constantly ask how the food was, after becoming thousands of dollars richer from the Bradley's loose change makes him laugh again, but you don’t join in.

Instead, you frown a bit as he continues to work off the red stain on your face. “I thought I was pretty quick!” You protest, pondering on how long you actually took.

If you weren’t as fast as you thought, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that he'd start on his promise of making you cum ten times tonight in the car.

Bradley raises an eyebrow at you, biting back his amusement when he says his final statement. “Apparently, not quick enough. Looks like the Bentley is being spared.”

note: did i write this to live out my rich husband dreams, maybe! anyways thank you for reading and as always reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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honeytama · 5 months ago

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thinkin about best friends to lovers movie night w/ matty d

goofy fluff n smut 18+ w fem!reader under the cut

i’m just thinkingggg like,,, watching YOUR favorite movies and rotting on the couch with him one night. ofc we know you’ve had to endure (you love it) watching lotr with him, but finally he agrees to watch your favs bc he’s your bestie (he’s in love with you)

it’s like the princess diaries and tangled and selena or smth, he says he “doesn’t think he’ll like them” pfft

now i’m thinking about crying in his arms watching selena no one touch me

anyway,,,,

you guys make popcorn and eat your favorite snacks and sip on caffeinated bevs.

he’s surprisingly well behaved, but he has to throw in some snarky comments about the plot/music/anything

“why doesn’t she just—,”

“matt, shut up”

“y/n, this song 🤢”

“MATT, SHUT UP”

for the first movie, maybe you’re on opposite sides of the couch and he gets to use the chaise because “he lives there” 🙄. but you just kind of attract to him, like a magnet, and by the middle of the 2nd movie your legs are propped up and intertwined with his

you’re used to touching each other. he likes to rub his feet on yours,,, and you kinda hate that it gives you body tingles.

he’ll also rests his hand on your bare thigh; he never realizes but he likes to tap his fingers on your skin while you wait for the next movie to load

or when he likes the beat to one of the songs

“i knew u liked the soundtrack :D”

“it’s just a habit,,, no one likes this! 😒” keeps tapping anyway

… 🤨

back to his hand on your thigh *ahem*

something you’ll never get used to is how sexually frustrated matt will make you feel. it HURTS

and you know that he knows he does it on purpose but he just never actually acts on it. he could’ve had you in his bed, anywhere really, SO LONG AGO

but tonight he’s insatiable, and he wants to be big spoon and cuddle w his hand under your shirt on your tummy,, he wants you with your legs in his lap and your arm around his neck,, he just wants your body as close as possible and it makes you dizzy and your cooch is on fire

…and his dick is hard,,,, you can’t help but notice the pressure under your calf as your legs are in his lap.

he *coughs* to cover up moans when you readjust yourself or reach over him to get popcorn so he can peek down your shirt

once he’s had enough of your teasing yes you do it on purpose…

“ok, that’s enough,” he says assertively. gives you that classic matt glare, “you are going to get on top of me or not?”

you practically scramble to straddle his thighs.

you get to kiss him for the very first time; his lips are plump, so soft, and salty from the popcorn. they taste so good. everything just feels right with his tongue in your mouth.

matt grips your hips and guides your heat over his cock, straining in his shorts. of course, you take the lead and grind down on him while making out with him feverishly

“take these off” he pulls at your bottoms

“matt, my movie ;-;”

“y/n, this is your one chance to ride me don’t ruin it for sleeping beauty”

“her name is rapunzel 🙄☝️”

— — —

I COULD SAY SO MUCH MORE SIGH

what’s ur fav movie u think matt would hate (actually love but would not admit)? 😚

#matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes

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angelasscribbles · 22 days ago

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Crush: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Liam with tiny hints of Liam x Max

Rating: Fluffy

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 3,274

Thanks to @kyra75 for this ask for the "secret admirer" prompt for the @choicesprompts 2024 Flufftober event. This is my late submission.

A/N: This is a prequel because we already know what happens during Bad Romance so it doesn't fit there. I could have placed it after but I would have had to either bring in a new person which I didn't want to do or go the predictable route of it turning out to be the person's partner all along. Instead, I decided to place it before the events of Bad Romance, and here's why: I've written next to nothing about Riley's first few months in Cordonia but Bad Romance does state that Liam had to work his butt off to pry Riley's attention away from Max during that time. In fact, Liam mentions it often because he's still salty about it. Max mentions it too because he did eventually get dumped for Liam. I thought this was a perfect place to show some of that. I know it's a little angsty, but I hope it's got enough fluff to satisfy the requirement.

To reiterate: This takes place in the first month of Riley being in Cordonia, while she is sleeping with Max, Liam is trying to change that and Drake is trying to pretend he doesn't like her like that.

My other stuff: Master List.

For the life of me, I cannot remember if someone sent me this image or if I stumbled across it myself. It's been in my save folder for awhile. I'd like to give proper credit, so if you sent it to me, speak up!

Riley entered her room and stopped to smell the roses. The two dozen red roses to be exact. They had been delivered to her room earlier. She closed her eyes as the sweet floral scent washed over her.

The smell was sublime.

She opened her eyes to admire the blood red petals. Her fingers gently stroked a lush bloom, her expression contemplative as her mind whirled.

She turned her head to observe the man who had entered the room with her. “You’re sure they’re not from you?”

“Yes, Riley, I’m sure,” Max admittedly a little reluctantly.

“Any ideas who they might be from?”

He shrugged dismissively. “Could be anyone, really. You have many admirers at court. I’m not surprised one of them decided to shoot his shot.” Hana’s face flashed before his eyes. “Or hers.”

She fluttered her lashes at him. “Does that bother you?”

Max shook his head, and then gave her that boyish grin that always made her heart flutter. “How can I blame them? You’re the total package, babe.”

“You sweet talker.” Riley grinned at him as she strode across the room to pinch his cheeks.

Despite the fact that they were sleeping together, the simple sign of affection from her caused heat to flame across his face. He studied the toe of his shoe as he told her, “You deserve flowers. I should have thought to send you some.”

“Hey,” she put a finger under his chin and lifted his head. “The roses are lovely, but you do sweet things for me all the time. I’m very happy with our little…. Arrangement.”

His face lit up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips softly across his. “We’re staying in tonight, right?”

They were in between royal events for the next week and while eating in the main dining hall was always an option, Max had suggested room service and a movie marathon in her room instead.

Riley had agreed because frankly, she was sick of Madeleine’s shit. Eating with all the bitchy divas of the nobility was not her idea of fun. Drake avoided her like the plague ever since their encounter on the plane ride over, and Liam rarely made appearances in the public dining hall in between official royal events.

Not that she was interested in him. Their night in New York aside, she knew he would never choose a waitress to be queen. He couldn’t. So, she had found other diversions.

She could certainly do a lot worse than Maxwell Beaumont.

“Right,” Max agreed, as a shiver ran down his spine at her touch. “I had the kitchen make your favorite dinner.”

“See?” she purred. “That’s what I mean about how thoughtful you are.”

“Let’s meet back here at dinnertime, okay?” He stepped away from her and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.” He gave her a mischievous grin as he exited the room.

“Okay then.” With a furrowed brow, she returned her attention to the roses. After a brief moment of consideration, her decision was made.

She might not know why Max was acting weird all of a sudden, but she had enough time before dinner to do a little investigation into her secret admirer.

****

“I’m coming!” Drake yelled in irritation.

Who the fuck was knocking on his door in the middle of the afternoon on his day off?

“Can’t get any peace and quiet ever.” He muttered under his breath as he yanked the door open. “What?”

His eyes widened with a sharp intake of breath. “Riley! What are you doing here?” His eyes darted frantically up and down the hallway. This girl was a scandal waiting to happen.

“Was it you?”

“Was what me?”

“The flowers. Were they from you?” Her gaze bore into him with laser intensity.

His forehead creased as he tried to make sense of the conversation. “Flowers?”

Her eyes scanned his face, then she shook her head. “Of course not.”

His brain finally caught up. “Someone sent you flowers?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Weren’t they from your boyfriend?”

Was that a note of bitterness she detected? She smiled from ear to ear as her body swayed slightly back and forth. “What boyfriend would that be?”

His face fixed in a scowl, he grunted, “Max.”

She bit into her lower lip as she leaned forward and ran a hand up his arm. “Are you jealous of Max?”

His arms crossed defensively over his chest as he took a step back. “No!”

“Sure, you’re not. But someone sent me two dozen roses, and it wasn’t Max. Any ideas who it could have been?”

Drake blew out a resigned sigh. Of fucking course he knew who it was. Who else would it be? But he wasn’t telling her that.

While he wasn’t going to stand in Liam’s way, he sure as hell wasn’t going to help him. Instead, he shrugged with what he hoped was nonchalance as he shook his head. “Nope.”

“Okay. Bye then.” She spun on her heel and started back down the hallway.

“Riley, wait!” He stumbled out the door into the hallway, ready to sprint after her.

She stopped and turned back with arched eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I…” All the reasons he should not and could not pursue this woman poured through his mind as he stood frozen in the middle of the corridor.

“Well?”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“Hm. Well, if it’s ever something, you know where my room is.” She wiggled her fingers at him before spinning to leave again.

He watched her go as frustration and regret danced through his chest.

****

Riley questioned several guards and a couple of butlers, but no one knew anything.

She was on her way back to her room when she bumped right into Liam. She found herself tangled in his embrace, laughter rumbling through him as he caught her. “Whoa there! Where’s the fire?”

“Liam!” She made no move to extract herself from his arms. Instead, she smiled up at him. “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.”

“I see that!” He stared down at her with a sappy grin for several long seconds before remembering himself. He cleared his throat as he stepped away from her. “Were you on your way to the dining hall?”

“No, my room, actually.”

“I hope everything is okay.”

She gave him a bright smile as she leaned in and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Everything is fine. I just can’t take another dinner with those fucking harpies.”

Liam threw his head back and laughed. Yes, it was a scandalous remark, but he found her honesty refreshing. He found everything about her refreshing, not to mention alluring. He moved closer to her to whisper, “Why do you think I never eat in the public dining hall?”

It was her turn to laugh. “Oh, my! What an unprincely thing to say!”

“You seem to bring out that side of me.” His tone suddenly serious, he blurted, “Have dinner with me tonight? In my private dining room?”

“I’d love to, but I already have plans for tonight.”

“Oh. I thought you said you were having dinner in your roo—”

“Yes, we are.”

His shoulders slumped. “I see.”

“Tomorrow?”

His head snapped up. “You’ll have dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“That’s…. not exactly the response I was hoping for—”

“I mean, if you’d rather not—”

“No! No… I mean yes! I mean… I definitely want to have dinner with you, Riley. Tomorrow night it is.”

“Great. Just text me the time.”

He immediately whipped out his phone and sent her a text.

She rewarded him with a seductive smirk. “That was quick.”

“He who hesitates is lost.”

“I would have said you snooze, you lose. But that works too.”

“I don’t intend to lose.”

“Lose what?”

His voice was unusually low and quiet as he returned the phone to his pocket. “You, Riley.”

Riley Brooks was seldom taken aback by anything a man said, but that did the trick. “What?”

“Surely you haven’t forgotten our night in New York so easily.”

“Of course, not. I just didn’t think—”

“Did you like the roses? They’re from my mother’s garden.”

“That was you?”

“Yes.”

“But…why?”

“Why?” He looked at her with his mouth agape. Glancing around quickly to ensure they were still alone in the hallway; he reached for her and yanked her body to his. Lowering his lips to her ear, he murmured, “I know you think New York was just about sex and that a prince would never marry a waitress, but you’re wrong, Riley. Dead wrong. On both counts.”

She pulled back to search his onyx eyes with her emerald ones. She couldn’t help the skepticism in her voice. “Really?”

“Yes, really! What do I have to do to convince you of that?”

“I don’t know, Liam. But it’s going to take more than a few roses.”

Gifts were not about to win her over. Sure, she had come from poverty, but he hadn’t. Material things were easy for him to come by and easy for him to part with. Simply spending money on her only convinced her that he wanted to sleep with her.

While sex with the smoking hot prince was something she was more than willing to engage in, she refused to let her heart get involved when she already knew disappointment was waiting at the end.

No matter what he said, he was never going to marry her. He wasn’t in love with her. He was in lust with her and that was something she was familiar with, something she could roll with. But she would not be tricked into letting her feelings get involved.

If he expected her to fall in love, he was going to have to invest a lot more than just money. That was too easy. She refused to be merely one more victim in the trail of broken hearts he’d left behind him.

Liam watched her walk away with a myriad of emotions crashing through him. If she wanted him to work harder to get her attention, he would do that. He knew she liked him. The night in New York had proven that. But since her arrival in Cordonia, she had frozen him out. Were her plans tonight with Max? What the fuck did she see in Max that she didn’t see in him? It was frustrating, galling, and, if he were being honest with himself, a little thrilling. He did love a good challenge.

***

Riley let herself back into her room to a stupendous surprise. The two dozen red roses still graced the console table near the entry, but every other available surface, save the bed, was now covered in vases brimming with all manner of blue flowers. Deep blue roses, baby blue hydrangeas, several shades of carnations, and blue and white morning glories, among others, were spread across the tops of the dresser, the end tables, and the vanity.

She gasped as she turned circles, taking it all in. “Max! What is this?”

“Ah…” pink flamed across his cheeks. “I know red roses are romantic and all, but I also know blue is your favorite color, so I took a chance that you might like them.”

“Like them? Max, I love them! But you didn’t have to do all this just because Liam sent me flowers.”

“It was Liam?” His heart sank.

He felt pretty confident about his chances of competing against most of the men at court. But Liam was another story entirely. Of course, she would want Liam. Hell, he wanted Liam, so he certainly couldn’t blame her.

Maybe now was the time to tell her that his feelings for her were real. That it was more than just fun and games for him. “Riley, I—”

There was a knock on the door.

“Hold that thought,” she told him as she strode across the room to answer it.

She pulled the door open to find Drake standing in the hallway. Her face lit up with surprised delight. “Hey, handsome! Did you finally decide on something?”

“I…ah... wanted to talk—” his words cut off mid-sentence as Max appeared in the doorway behind her. A storm raged across his face. “You know what? Never mind. I shouldn’t have—”

“Drake? What are you doing here?”

All three heads turned toward the new voice.

Drake’s brain spun frantically, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his presence. “Ah, I noticed they were missing from the dining hall and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Liam’s shoulders relaxed. He had asked Drake to keep an eye on her for him. To personally ensure her safety.

“What are you doing here?” Riley directed her question to Liam.

“I needed to change the time of our date tomorrow night.”

Max stiffened. Drake inspected the casing around the doorframe.

“You couldn’t have texted me that?”

“I could have…” that sparkle that she remembered from New York was back in his eyes. “But I wanted to see you in person.”

“Hm.” She smiled as her finger tapped her lips. “Well, since you’re both here, would you like to come in and join us? We were going to have dinner sent up and have a movie marathon.”

Drake looked skeptically from her to Liam to Max. “I don’t know if we should—”

“I’d love to!” Liam swept into the room with satisfaction radiating from every pore of his body. He pushed past a dismayed Max.

That satisfaction evaporated as he took in the scene in front of him. “That’s a lot of blue flowers.”

Max perked up as his arm went around Riley’s shoulder. “Blue is her favorite color, so I thought she might like some to offset all that red.”

“Yes, I get it. You had to go big after copying my idea.”

“I—” Max’s reply was cut off by Riley’s hand on his chest. “No fighting, boys. We’re going to watch movies and have fun tonight.” Turning back toward Drake, she motioned for him to come in. “Are you going to stand in the hallway or are you going to get in here and help me make sure these two behave?”

Drake hesitated only a second or two.

What could it hurt?

He glanced around at the room full of flowers. Two dozen of Cordonia’s finest red roses, straight from the crown’s own garden shimmered in the waning daylight. At least a dozen vases of flowers turned the room into a shimmering ocean of blue. The younger son of one of Cordonia’s noblest houses and the crown prince himself at a standoff over her attentions, and still she wanted him there. That meant something, right?

Not that he was interested in her. If Liam got his way, and Liam usually did, she was going to be the next queen and his best friend’s wife. Both of those things put her firmly off limits to him, no matter how much she inflamed his desires, haunted his dreams, and bedeviled his waking hours.

Still. What could it hurt to watch a couple of movies with her and two of his oldest friends? It was really Liam and Max he was staying for. To make sure they didn’t fight over her too much. Yeah, that’s why he was staying.

Riley leaned over and whispered into Max’s ear. His scowl was replaced with a flushed face and a broad grin. He nodded as he pulled his phone from his pocket and started swiping. His eyes flicked up long enough to say, “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll have the kitchen send up more food.”

Drake took the lounge chair next to the bed just as Riley climbed up and settled herself in the middle of the bed. She patted the space on either side of her. “Who wants to join me?”

Before Drake could react, Liam was in the closest spot and Max had hurled himself onto the bed, clambering over two sets of legs to claim the other side. With a disgruntled shake of his head, he thumped back into the chair.

This had been a bad idea.

But it hadn’t been a bad idea. His misgivings were soon put to rest as they all balanced their dinner plates on their laps and got completely and inexplicably sucked into Barbie.

Not a movie he would have picked, but as it turned out, it was not a kid’s movie at all. The existential angst, the clever humor, the insightfulness, and the adventure had him forgetting the awkwardness of the situation and laughing along with his friends at the onscreen antics. He was relaxed and actually enjoying his night off.

Max had pushed aside his insecurities about Liam, choosing to focus, instead, on the promises Riley had whispered in his ear about the rewards he’d receive later for being a good boy and playing nice with everyone. His eyes kept sliding sidewise to gauge her reactions to the movie. He wanted to share all of them with her…. every laugh, every gasp, every moment. Not just of the movie, he realized, but for the rest of his life.

His gaze flicked briefly to the man on her other side. He knew Liam was still an obstacle, but he had infinite amounts of patience and faith, deep in his heart, that everything would work out in the end.

Liam didn’t miss the sidelong glances Max was throwing at both him and Riley. He couldn’t say he was completely oblivious to Max’s charms, but he was nothing if not persistent.

She didn’t trust him yet. That was fine. He would prove to her that she could. She needed him to put in work, and he would do that. He had yet to set his mind to any task that he couldn’t master. He just needed to try harder, be smarter, and focus deeper. Winning her heart would be worth it. He knew to the very core of his being that they belonged together.

Long after the dishes had been cleared, and the night had deepened, Riley lay with her head on Liam’s shoulder, drifting off as the credits for the latest Ghostbusters movie rolled. Max was curled up against her on her other side, one arm slung over her waist as Liam’s fingers gently combed through her hair. The sound of Drake’s soft snoring drifted through the room.

She should probably wake everyone and tell them to go sleep in their own beds. That would be far more comfortable, especially for Drake, who was dozing in a chair. But the warmth emanating from the men on either side of her, combined with the softness of the bed and the darkness of the room, lulled her into a contented coziness that she was loathe to break.

The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the room as the TV clicked off, sealing her decision as she let herself drift off to sleep surrounded by the sounds, scents, and warmth of the three men who had commanded all her attention for the last month.

For the moment, none of them were fighting each other or her. Their earlier laughter still rang in her ears. For tonight, things were peaceful, calm, and happy, and not a single one of them wanted to do anything to disrupt that.

Liam was the last one left awake. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Good night, Riley.” Before closing his eyes and slipping into a contented slumber of his own.

#angelasscribbles #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices prompts #flufftober2024 #flufftober 2024 #one shot #choices stories you play #choices #drake walker #liam rys #maxwell beaumont #riley brooks

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salternateunreality2 · 1 month ago

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Strifesodos but it's a lazy evening for them, and they're just cuddling, being sweet, being dorks.

Salty, do your thing!

(Everyone lives/age-appropriate AU)

A knock sounded at the door and Genesis smiled. Right on time. He opened it with a flourish.

"Ah, the gift of the goddess. Yes you absolutely may come in and spend the night--all the nights you wish," said Genesis, holding a hand out like a gentleman to the slightly surprised Third Class SOLDIER on the other side of the door.

Cloud, bless his fair mountain skin, blushed a little and took Genesis' hand. Genesis bowed over it, placing a soft kiss, and looked up through his fringe in surprise as Cloud shivered at his touch.

"Eager, dear one?"

"No!" Cloud did not like being perceived. "Just cold out here," he muttered, barely audible.

"Then come in and warm yourself."

Ah, Cloud, the spiky bundle of contradictions: too shy to admit he was cold out loud, but so bold as to immediately worm his way under Genesis' plush, red house robe as soon as he was in the door.

"Little bird, your talons are ice," said Genesis, hissing as Cloud's frosty fingers found their way around his waist.

"Dorm showers were cold. Just got off patrol, showered, came here."

"I see your hair is dry, did you...?"

"Yeah," said Cloud, and Genesis caught a hint of a blush again, even from the awkward angle. "Used your materia hack. Thanks."

"My little bird," cooed Genesis, stroking his hair.

"Not little."

"Of course. I have warm cider, pajamas warming above the heater, and several nest options inside; take off your shoes."

Cloud grumbled about having to let go, about having to shed layers, and about Genesis' "smug mug", but he complied. Genesis offered, with much quirking of the eyebrows, to help Cloud change clothes, but was shoved out of the bathroom. His chocobo was single-minded tonight, it seemed!

Ah well, snacks and cider. After considering his options, Genesis decided to set things up in his room, so they could cuddle and watch movies from his large four-poster bed. Red sheets and drapes, of course.

"Eep!" squawked Genesis. How had that little shit snuck up on *him*, the great Genesis Rhapsodos?! Genesis looked down to find a bunch of spikes daring him to say anything. "Alright, alright, but let me get in bed before you go full limpet."

"Hmph," said Cloud, and let Genesis climb in first, before diving in after and apparently trying to merge every inch of them together. "You're like a space heater," he mumbled, nuzzling his frigid nose into Genesis' neck.

"Only for you, darling. Loveless or R-"

"Robin Hood. The fox one. Looks like you."

"You are a little shit and I think you know it."

"Yours."

"Mine."

#ff7 #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #strifesodos #henloooo pumpkin!!!#thank you for the ask!!! ❤️🍊❤️

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watchyourbuck · 1 year ago

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Hi there! :)

For the writing prompts:

“W-who did this to you?”

Buck shouldn’t have shown up at Eddie’s door like this. Not today, not like this. But he has nowhere else to go.

His hand trembles before reaching forward, knocking once, maybe twice. It definitely slides down the wood after, and he has to support himself on the concrete wall to avoid hitting the floor.

Behind it, he can hear Eddie’s steps. He’s talking to someone on the phone, but it seems shallow. He thinks he’s about to hang up.

“Eddie-,” he tries to call, but his voice is faint and undetermined.

Please.

Please open the door.

Then it opens.

The scene in front of him is out of a horror movie. “Buck?” Eddie says, eyes wide, heart in his throat. His phone hits the tiles, a click ringing in his ear.

The man is showered in red. Blood that he can only assume is his going down his body and staining his clothes. He blinks. His lip is busted. Oh, dear god. His knuckles are- his wrist is broken.

“Help,” Buck says, and this is the day Eddie thanks his military training, because he’s able to catch Buck in his arms before he passes out.

It’s possibly hours later that he wakes up. He’s laying down on something, either a couch or a bed, and his head is heavy with pain. He tries lifting his arms but something is pinning him down. “E-Eddie,” he calls, unaware the subject of his need is sitting right in front of him.

“Who was it?”

His eyes adjust at the speed of slugs, and he has to force himself to sit up. He blinks until the world makes sense. “Eddie?”

There’s tears. Salty, whimsy, slow tears going down Eddie’s face, but he’s never looked less sad. Buck gulps. Eddie’s angry.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, breathing heavily. He’s sitting on a chair, legs spread and elbows on his knees. He’s covering his mouth with his fists, observing down Buck’s body.

He hesitates. “Eddie-,”

“Buck, for the love of god, who did this to you?”

This is his fault. After everything Eddie said, after all the things he warned him about. This is his fault.

He tries to move his wrists. One’s broken for sure, the other feels… twisted. He sighs, wondering if maybe he’s in less pain now that his receptors are going wild, focusing on too many alarms at once. “I-,” he starts, cutting himself off.

Eddie wastes no time. He rises from the chair and sinks back down, kneeling in front of Buck and grabbing his face with both hands.

Buck realizes he doesn’t know how to treat him now that he’s so incredibly… unglued.

“Tell me,” he pleads, but it’s an order. He knows him too well. This is the last lock before he unleashes a monster he hasn’t seen in years. “Tell me before I find out myself.”

Buck breathes, glancing down at Eddie’s lips. It’s only a moment he allows himself glory before spilling his guts with truth.

This is his fault.

“I told my dad about you.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Consider this my Wip Wednesday!

I’m very tempted to write a second part to this where Eddie confronts the Buckley parents. What does the crowd think? I’ll read u!!💗

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @malewifediaz @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @callmenewbie @jeeyuns & @thewolvesof1998 (haven’t been able to get to some of your works yet! but I will tonight, thank you!!💗✨)

also tagging @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @fortheloveofbuddie @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @giddyupbuck @cowboydiazes @try-set-me-on-fire @your-catfish-friend @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie @disasterbuckdiaz @buckleyobsessed @mattsire @loserdiaz @wikiangela 🤍

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katesmemes · 2 months ago

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feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

“Hell is a teenage girl.”

“I guess I’m not exactly perfect, myself.”

“I recommend you shut the fuck up!”

“I used to be normal.”

“I hate this fucking song.”

“I promised [Name] I would hang out with him tonight.”

“Wear something cute, okay?”

“Those jeans are hella low, I can almost see your front butt.”

“Quit tamponing yourself and get down here!”

“You always do what [Name] tells you to do.”

“You’re totally jello.”

“You’re lime-green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself.”

“Hey, [Name], you look really pretty.”

“You play your instruments really…super good.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll just play Hello Titty with the bartender.”

“That’s my best friend that you’re talking about.”

“I had to stay home the next day and sit on a frozen bag of peas.”

“He was skinny and twisted and evil like this tree I saw when I was a kid.”

“Maybe I’m going crazy.”

“You do have a tendency to overreact.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you, aside from the obvious surface flaws?”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t die.”

“I’m crazy sorry about your profound loss.”

“You are crying about [Name], right?”

“You know when you kiss a boy for the first time, and it feels like your entire body is on vibrate?”

“She’s just staring out the window like a zombie mannequin robot statue.”

“Well, the bad luck’s gotta be over, right?”

“I mean, it can’t get any worse, right? It can’t.”

“No offense, but you look really tired.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My skin is breaking out and my hair is dull and lifeless.”

“PMS isn’t real, [Name], it was invented by the boy-run media to make us seem crazy.”

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Um, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You wanna know if I’ll go out with you?”

“Well, we’ve been having a lot of fun in class, you and I, and thought maybe you’d like to go see a movie or something.”

“I’m used to boys asking me out, [Name].”

“Why don’t you just come by my place tonight?”

“It’s about this girl who’s, like, half-sushi.”

“So, are you gonna come over tonight?”

“I went to [Location] and picked up more condoms, so—”

“This isn’t really your house, is it?”

“Do you even know my last name?”

“I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit.”

“But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties…”

“I’m not gonna bite you.”

“Is that my [Logo/Brand] t-shirt?”

“What the fuck is happening?!”

“I have never heard you drop the F-bomb before!”

“What do you want from me?”

“Best friends don’t keep secrets, right?”

“They’re basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts.”

“I dunno if we should go through with this.”

“They did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should’ve killed me, and it should’ve killed me but for some reason it didn’t.”

“Anyway, I don’t really remember what happened after that, I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you.”

“I mean, I’m a really good friend, but I was just so hungry…”

“We’re gonna sort all this out, okay?”

“It’s like some X-Men shit, right?”

“Y’know, [Name] maybe you should talk to somebody about all these…disturbing thoughts that you’re having…”

“I think he may be having second thoughts about you.”

“We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to.”

“You’re breaking up with me?”

“I just need to show you something.”

“You’re acting really fucked up.”

“[Name], I think you need help.”

“Oh my god, you don’t believe me.”

“It’s not safe for us to be together right now.”

“Didn’t you hear me calling your name?”

“I just can’t believe that she would mess with your head like this.”

“I care about you so much, [Name].”

“[Name] didn’t deserve a boy like you.”

“Oh, you’re so salty.”

“I feel so empty.”

“Why don’t you just come here and kiss me again?”

“God, do you have to undermine everything that I do?”

“You are such a player-hater.”

“Wow, nice insult Hannah Montana.”

“You were never a good friend.”

“You could have anybody that you want, [Name].”

“I go both ways.”

“I think I already died before you got here, but I woke up when I heard your voice.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You look totally hot in that dress.”

“Oh, you’re clearly delirious.”

“You killed my fucking boyfriend, you goddamn monster!”

“You dumb bitch!”

“Do you buy all your murder weapons at Home Depot?”

“God, you’re butch.”

“I’m a different person now.”

“You just might get lucky for once in your miserable life.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starter sentences #rp starters #starter sentences #rp sentence starters #roleplay starters #sentence starters #jennifer's body sentence starters #jennifer's body starter sentences #ask prompt #ask meme #movie sentence starters

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moo-blogging · 1 year ago

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No thoughts tonight, just sitting in the car with Levi, listening to the radio as we watch the stars.

"Where are we going?" Levi asked.

You shrugged, "anywhere." And you thought about that line in the movie, Titanic. You leaned over to him and whispered, "to the stars."

Levi smirked and nodded. He searched for your hand and kissed the back of your palm, "sure, miss. Anywhere for you."

And he drove into the night.

It wasn't anywhere fancy. Just the pier at the other side of the island. Levi rolled the windows down, allowing the salty breeze into the car. After adjusting his seat, Levi leaned back comfortably, his legs spread idly under the steering wheel. You leaned onto him from your seat, your arms around his torso and your legs tugged under his jacket.

Levi had his arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his chest. The radio was blabbering news about war in some distant countries, but you didn't hear a word. All your could see was the clear dark sky dotted with stars shining like diamonds. The soft sound of waves rolling beneath the pier and a plane flew by to remind you that you were not alone in the world.

You exhaled in relief. You could hear Levi signed every few minutes. You knew that he was relaxed too. The movement of his chest brought comfort and peace to you. Shit, you fell in love again. You turned your head toward Levi and instantly met with his lips on yours.

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you more," his gripped tightened around your shoulders and he kissed you again.

Yes, he took you to the stars.

#ok finally have something in my mind #ive been quiet for too long #am not dead haha #levi drabble #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou #levi x y/n #midnight thoughts #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi imagine

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n01r-kn1ght · 29 days ago

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I’m no expert at writing but came across an old and abandoned draft of a not official continuation of the The Party Incident and Other Embarrassing Anecdotes so I thought I’d share it

Lovingly titled:

The Sleepover Incident

a fanfic of a fanfic

Tonight was the night, you spent a good half of your day prepping your living room to sleepover perfection. When was the last time you had hosted a sleepover let alone been to one? The last one you can recall was around middle school, just before high school, with a couple of your classmates. You were giddy, though you know that movie nights weren't uncommon for you and your friends but a sleepover is a whole different ballpark. The coffee table in the living room was pushed to the side, making way for the ultimate blanket fort. The fort's main structure was made up of the couch and armchairs with your wooden easel as additional structure. The inside of the fort was the fluffiest rug you had as the base, a couple of blankets and meticulously placed pillows. As the cherry on top, you had strung up some fairy lights leftover from last Christmas which gave the fort a warm cozy glow. Smiling and nodding to yourself as you admire your handiwork.

Glancing at the clock, you had a few minutes to spare before someone arrived. Taking the opportunity to finish setting up the snacks and whipping up your infamous cracker dip. It was a recipe passed down from your favorite uncle, a simple dip with Mayo, capers, dill and walnut. Nutty, salty and dilly? What more could a girl want, if you could you'd eat it by the spoonful but then you'd get judging glances from the others. Paps especially, exclaiming "NOT ANOTHER CONDIMENT CONSUMER, YOU AND MY BROTHER COULDN'T BE MORE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER". After setting up the snack station on the coffee table you heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching your door, glancing at the clock the door knocked right on time. Making your way to the door, the usual scenario play out.

"knock knock".

"Who's there?" Wondering what new knock knock joke he's whipping out from the seemingly endless supply of jokes he had.

"nobel".

"Nobel who?" You asked as you opened the door.

"nobel, so I knocked", sans shrugged with that playful grin on his face, Papyrus groaned behind him. The two were dressed comfortably, Papyrus in his pjs with rubber duckies on them and Sans in a black tee and a pair of sweatpants.

You rolled your eyes playfully, a smirk forming on your face "Very funny", stepping aside to let the two skeletons in. The two walked in, with Papyrus making a beeline for your cat who was curiously poking its head out to see what all the fuss was about.

"it's not no-bell prize worthy, but if you like it then it's good enough", giving you a nuzzle on the cheek.

A bit of warmth crept on your face "That would have been really cute if it wasn't for that pun".

Papyrus walked over with you cat comfortably curled in his arms "AGREED, YOUR ROMANTIC GESTURES ARE SOURED BY YOUR CONSTANT NEED FOR PUNS BROTHER", he huffed.

The three of you moved over to the living room, you looked at the brothers with anticipation, waiting to see their reaction to the blanket fort. Papyrus's reaction was immediate, an excited noise escaped his teeth as he gently placed the cat and bags he had been carrying down to admire your work.

"WOWIEE HUMAN, YOUR BLANKET FORT HAS EXCEED MY ALREADY HIGH EXPECTATIONS!" He exclaimed, crawling in only to be delighted even more so that he could comfortably sit without having his skull bumping into the blanket ceiling "I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SLOUCH TO FIT IN", you felt a bit of pride.

"heh, trying to one up my fort?" Sans asked keeping his eyelights on the fort.

"Me? Trying to one up you? Please, that's a blanket statement". Papyrus poked his head out with a look of betrayal as you punned.

Sans smile grew "if you say so, I'll try not to get too wrapped up with it". With that, the taller skeleton got up and grabbed his bag to set up the food he brought on the coffee table, leaving the two punners behind.

"but in all honesty, it's a great fort, puts mine under the covers", Sans stated nodding in approval.

Your smiled softened "Come on yours was great too, especially since you made it on the fly. I had hours to perfect this, do you know how many times it collapsed on me? Be glad that I'm not an architect".

"i'd say the results would be pretty concrete, wouldn't want you to crack under pressure", you move your arm to punch his shoulder but as usual he dodged it effortlessly.

As he dodged your futile punch, you noticed the small bag he was carrying on left "it's the movies me and paps picked out" he answered the question forming in your head, he sat down in the blanket fort setting his bag aside.

"Oh? And may i know what these movies are? Well I mainly wanna know yours, I'm guessing Paps picked an adventure film or a family film", you say, sitting down next to him, your knee touching his knee cap.

"right on the money with paps", he leans back on a pillow, propping himself up with both arms behind his skull "and i ain't telling ya, these metaphorical lips are sealed".

Joining him, leaned your head against him "Oh come on, at least tell me what genre it is. Is it a comedy or one of those movies that are so bad their good".

"gonna have to get that information from my cold dead hands".

"Really now?" you lean over to face him, your hands resting on each of his sides "Wonder if i could tickle your funny bone to get that info out of you".

"do your worst, nothin gets under my skin", he said cooly.

Just for that pun, you attacked with a barrage of tickles. Fingers tickling in spots you'd typically be most sensitive to, but to your dismay his face gave no reaction except for that ever growing smug grin.

"told ya", he said before sitting up and pushing you down, effectively switching positions.

He was on top of you with his phalanges intertwined with your fingers, keeping you pinned down. His face, mere inches away from yours and his face was shadowed with only the warm lights of the fairy light illuminating the edges of his skull. His eyelights were soft and dilated, the only sound you could hear was your ever increasing breath and the sound of your soul stuttering.

Thump Thump

Your cheeks grew warmer, as he slowly made to move in closer to your face. A kiss? You closed your eyes, happily accepting a kiss. For a moment, nothing happened then you felt his phalanges leave and move to your sides. When suddenly you felt a sharp tickling sensation of bony phalanges dance across your skin under your shirt. Your eyes shot open as your burst out laughing, you move your hands to push away his but he deceptively had a strong hold of you.

"S-Sans!" you barely spat out between laughing fits, snorting in a breath "That's cheating!" he moved from your sides tickling your armpit and neck.

"what? this ain't tickling your fancy?"

"No!" you spat, feeling the tears streaming down your face "Make it stop" you pleaded.

"alright, say uncle", he briefly stopped to let that sink in.

...

You blinked, taking the opportunity to catch your breath "Are... Are you serious...?"

...

He stared at you for a moment before resuming his attack in response. A snort got caught in your throat as you sharply inhaled the air. You can feel your cheeks starting to ache from the smiling and your stomach cramping from laughing fits.

You were even getting a little lightheaded "U-uncle!" you surrendered. He quickly retracted his phalanges from your ticklish spots. You panted, taking a moment to calm down and catch your breath.

Once calmed down, you sat up face to face with him, pouting "You're the worst, catching me off guard like that".

"hey pal, just dishing back what you were serving", he chuckles.

"Ugh, to think you faked out a smooch. Unbelievable", crossing your arms.

His cheekbones dusted with a light blue, he cupped your face in his hands "if you wanted to smooch you could have just asked", he said warmly.

Thump thump

The warmth crept back in "Please", you softly said, you're lips feeling tender and tingly.

"well, since you asked so nicely", he pulls you in, his teeth nuzzling against your lips. Small warm tingles peppered your lips, you reciprocated with applying back your own pressure from your lips. You felt warm, loved and safe with him.

The two of you pull back, you're face glowing with red and warmth and Sans literally glowing. The two of you looked at each other longingly, fingers and phalanges intertwined. The quiet tender moment was interrupted with a small squeal of delight. Looking out the entrance of the blanket fort, you see Papyrus crouching down with his hands cupping his jaw. Realising the two of you noticed him, he cleared his throat and quickly left with your cat to give you space. You shook your head, chuckling softly.

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans x y/n #sans x you #sans x reader #sans x self insert #undertale sans #I’m pretty dyslexic so some words may be missing and some words may be entirely wrong #I write

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liminalpebble · 20 days ago

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Jump Scares

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Eddie Munson x Femme reader. They just began dating and have only kissed so far. One-shot.

Movie night with Eddie comes with a new game from the dungeon master himself, and no matter who wins, Eddie's pretty sure you'll both come out of this with some Halloween thrills.

P.s. Sorry it's a little late for Halloween. I tried to write it sooner, but life interfered. I hope this is a nice relaxing treat (especially if you are also American and VERY anxious today, as I am). Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Cw: very light discussion of horror movie violence. Fingering and male masturbation.

When you knock on the flimsy trailer door, you can already see a warm glow from the living room, filtered through the woven fabric of the curtains. The soft light illuminates decals of ghosts, demons, pumpkins and vampires stuck haphazardly across the pane of glass. You smirk. It's clearly Eddie's chaotic handiwork. It has him written all over it.

You're also curious. It's not often that Eddie is particular about drawing the blinds, and you wonder, with a sugary sweet buzz of anticipation, what he might be planning, what he might want to keep prying eyes from peeking at tonight.

You knock, then hear a low ruckus within. It sounds like a particularly gangly great Dane is tumbling through the house, but that's Eddie for ya. The door swings open violently, and there he is; all flushed cheeks, messy milk chocolate curls, and a dimpled grin that could charm anyone into absolutely anything.

“Hey Sweetheart!” he blurts and then drawls, “right on time.”

You giggle and kiss his warm face, lingering a little as his exothermic warmth thaws your chilly nose.

“What the hell is going on in there? A tornado?”

“Nah. Just Hurricane Eddie, at your service.”

His balmy hands find your cheeks and rub gently as he say, “Jesus, you're freezing, get in here!”

You were freezing. You knew it was really too cold to wear a skirt, but you couldn't resist the temptation of teasing Eddie with the sight of your curves, flattered by the garment. He takes your coat for you and hangs it up carefully (because he might be a chaos goblin but Wayne also raised him to be a gentleman).

As your coat slips off, you get exactly the reaction you hoped for. Those big dark eyes go wide, drinking in the sight of you in that cute little skirt and knee socks.

“Damn,” he gasps. His mouth hangs open as he struggles to retrieve the brain cells to elaborate.

You take pity on him and fill the void.

“You like it?”

“Like it? Baby, come on. You're killing me here. Those teens in the slasher flick might not be the only ones slain before the night is over.”

Then he dramatically rolls his eyes and clutches his heart, wobbling into a fake faint. You catch him by his skinny waist and hug it tightly, pulling him against you. You inhale deeply. He smells like Old Spice, and faintly of cigarettes, and the breath mints he chewed a little while ago in a weak attempt to mask it for you.

But you don't mind. It's the cocktail of him; tobacco, leather, the clean tangs of spearmint and cheap detergent, and the crisp autumn air he'd been out in most of the day, raking leaves.

“Did you just...sniff me,” he said with an amused chuckled.

“Yeah. I can't help it. I just love your smell.”

He nuzzles into your hair, returning the gesture with a deep inhale of his own.

“You little freak,” he says affectionately, and you give him a playful smack on the arm. “Anywayyy. I have a spectacular movie night planned for us, m'lady. Popcorn, candy, warm beverages and blankets...the works.”

Your heart melts as you notice the little coffee table in front of the sofa, loaded with a smorgasbord of buttery, salty popcorn, colorful gummies, and rich chocolates all arranged neatly in black and orange party bowls.

“Wow...Eddie...this...this is great!” Stunned, you turn to him and smother him in another grateful lip-lock. He breaks the kiss reluctantly and you whimper at the loss.

“Hold that thought!” he orders, as he scrambles to the VCR and gleefully pops in some Halloween-themed, heavy metal, B movie.

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It's a predictable campy slasher which neither of you will remember the name of. You certainly won't, not with his soft full lips on your neck the way they are now. You're both breathing heavy; handsy and eager as you make out.

“AHHHH!”

A prom queen screams as she falls victim to a plastic knife and spurts some suspiciously ketchupy looking blood.

You both jump at the blood-curdling screech, then laugh. “I'm so ashamed! I can't believe it actually made me jump! There goes my horror connoisseur cred, huh?” you bemoan to Eddie.

“Hey...give yourself a break. You were caught a little off-guard.” He pauses to kiss you languidly, his long candy-flavored tongue swirling deliciously in your mouth.

“You know...you, a little distracted and vulnerable. It's actually kind of cute. You're not usually the jumpy type but this is...I dunno...this is doing something to me. I...hmmm.”

His eyes go wide and he gives you that crooked grin, the one that says he's on to something, the one that no one on the planet could resist.

He rushes the words out, “I have an idea. Com'er.”

His warm broad palm finds its way to your waist as he tugs you close beside him, practically sitting you on his thigh facing the grainy flicker of the screen in the darkness. You squeak with surprise.

He gives a filthy little chuckle, “Sorry to manhandle you there, sweetness.”

“Mmm. I don't mind. Now what the fuck are you doing?”

He brings his lips close to your ear, kissing just beneath it then nipping playfully at the lobe, coaxing out a shudder. That warm hand with the chunky rings glides over the soft skin of your thigh, squeezes, then stills. You give him a quizzical look.

“Eyes ahead, baby,” he whispers, “Now, listen. Here's the rules of the game. Every time you jump, this hand...” he squeezes again, then runs the calloused tips of his fingers in relaxing circles over the soft flesh, “...will move justttt a little bit.”

He moves your hair gently with his nose and kisses that vulnerable spot just between your neck and shoulder. The move renders you helplessly limp against him, like a vampire's damsel victim in a black and white film.

“We'll see who's screaming by the end, hmm? Wanna play?”

You gasp then, smiling and nodding, squirming at the anticipation and tension.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let the games begin.”

To an outside observer, it would just look like a couple watching a movie together, innocently side by side swaddled in a shared blanket. That is, until you're startled a second time and his deft fingers slide up the fret board of your thigh, ever so slightly closer to where he's dying to play.

Then, the third jump scare. His hand moves further still, warm and solid and coming inexorably closer like the villain on screen, stalking his prey. The hand around your waist finds the hem of your sweater and toys with it, parts it like a theater curtain to draw soothing little shapes over your stomach, then your breastbone, like a wizard carving runes, casting a lulling enchantment. It's working beautifully on you and feels like sinking into a warm bath of tactile sensation.

His fingers find the little bow nestled between the cups of your bra. Eddie lets out a little snicker of laughter.

“Cute. Did you get this just for me? Be honest.”

“Uh huh,” you gasp, suddenly unable to form words.

“Mmm. I'm a lucky man then, but I hope you don't mind that I'm a lot more interest in what's underneath it.” He tilts your face so your eyes meet his, deep and dark as ink in the glow of the TV. “Can I touch you?”

“Please,” you hiss, in a high breathy voice of arousal you hardly recognize as your own.

His hand slides behind you. the clasps release one at a time with a gentle snap until he can slide beneath the silky band to your even silkier skin. Eddie groans with need, a deep rumble that you can feel where his chest is pressed against your back.

You close your eyes, head leaning back against him as he massages and teases the sensitive flesh. He leans over kissing you deeply, desperately, as his fingers toy with your stiff nipples, drawing out the most desperate sounds from you.

He pulls you closer and your legs fall wider, his thigh now nestled snugly between them. Denim rubs roughly against the slick material and the dripping lips underneath. Eddie groans again, canting his hips up against you until you feel his erection pressing hard against the curve of your ass.

“Feel what you do to me, baby? How hard you always make me? Did you know before we were even dating, as soon as you'd leave with everyone else, I'd run off to my room to handle this? Christ, I couldn't slam the door fast enough so I could jack off thinking of you.”

“Really?” you ask, preening and flattered at the high praise.

“Yeah,” he purrs, “Every fucking time. Surprised I never came in my pants like some horny little perv before I even managed to find some privacy.”

You whimper at his confession, the dampness growing between your legs. You're soaked, swollen and needy beneath your clothes.

“AHHHHH!” screams a doomed cheerleader onscreen, and you flinch.

A split second later, Eddie's hand eagerly buries itself between your legs. First, he kneads at your inner thigh, just outside of fabric of your underwear, and is delighted to feel your wetness has leaked there, giving him a luscious preview of what to expect.

“Ohhhh, good girl. You're so wet for me that it's spilling out. Jesus Christ, you're so hot.”

Eddie doesn't wait for another jump scare. He can't resist any longer and your needy squirms and moans only egg him on. He traces gently up your damp, shuddering thigh and slips under the hem of your ruined panties.

“AHHHHH!”

“Ahhhh!” you both echo in union and is seems like the movie is screaming it with you.

It's heaven, pure bliss, the way his clever fingertips swim against your contours, the lips of your pussy. You're blossoming open, dewy and ripe for him, inviting further.

“Lean over the table, honey,” he commands, and you oblige, parting the sea of plastic bowls as you make room to lay down, your ass exposed for him like a submissive animal.

A sharp smack finds your pliant flesh. You yelp and giggle with surprise as he kneads and massages. He slides your panties down and suddenly a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. You realize how totally exposed and vulnerable you are like this.

“Is...is it okay, Eddie?”

“Sweetheart,” he moans in awe, “it's absolutely perfect. God, you're perfect.”

It's surprisingly reverent, as are his fingers as he slides them inside of you, pumping and easing within. Then his finger finally finds your clit, drawing little circling presses. You melt onto the cool plastic surface while he fucks you with his talented hand.

You close your eyes and grip hard at the table, beginning to buck backwards, riding his fingers as your cunt grips around them .

“Mmm. Yeah...just like that. That's perfect. I gotta touch myself. I'm dying here.”

“Please. I wanna see you do it.”

He leans over and kisses you. “God, could you be anymore perfect, you little freak,” he mumbles against your lips.

You look over your shoulder to see Eddie, working at his belt, easing the edges of it down his hipbones along with those silly plaid boxers. You take it all in; the v of his slender hips, the sight of him gripping his thick flushed cock, the pattern of dark hair around it. It's beautiful.

He closes his eyes and does a few languish strokes against the engorged, sensitive skin. The tip is already leaking and he knows he won't last long, but then again, neither will you.

“Wanna come with me...hmmm? Want me to paint your skin with cum while I fuck you with my hand?”

“Yes yes yessss,” you whine. God, you need it and you need it now.

The final jock wails as he's slain, and you and Eddie scream with him. You clench like a vice, twitching and shuddering around his fingers. No sooner than you come, you hear the rhythmic thump of Eddie fist furiously pumping his cock as he groans and gasps, shooting ropes of cum over the skin of your ass, the curving small of your back.

For a moment, almost unbelievably, Eddie-never-shuts-the-fuck-up-Munson says nothing. You both just collapse and pant, catching your breath.

After awhile he chuckles and says, “sorry...wait a minute,” and cleans you up with some very festive paper napkins. You laugh with him.

Before long your snuggled back together on the couch under the cozy blanket, basking in afterglow while the credits roll. Eddie takes a deep satisfied breath and hugs you closer as you tenderly recuperate.

Then, to your surprise, he slide lower on the sofa until he's looking up at you from between your thighs, those dark eyes and toothy grin full oozing mischief.

“Waddaya say, pretty girl? Wanna make this a double feature?”

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