#stuffs face into pillow. i’ll shut up now. maybe. >_<

[artdcnaldson]

GODDDDD corrupting art au!!! its so perfect you just get it!!

after that she’ll just keep taunting him, maybe she’ll go out and fuck some random guy and the next day just talk art’s ear off about alllll the details. he says he doesn’t mind listening to it but in reality he’s fighting the horny voices in his head :(( and while she’s talking she can see the outline of his cock start to grow in his shorts and she’s just like wow this is my personal project now. maybe she’ll even reenact some of the positions just to “give him the full picture” (she just lovesss seeing him stutter and cover himself with something to hide the boner)

and yeah she doesn’t bring it up then, the fact that she heard him in the shower, but ohhhh what happens when she purposefully jerks off while he’s home and he “accidentally” walks in on her??? he apologizes and pretends to cover his eyes but he can’t bring himself to get out of the room :( he’s just curious, he tells himself, that’s all. what happens when he thinks she’ll stop but she just keeps going and just tells him between moans “it’s okay art, you can look. a little something for your spank bank while you wait for your bride to be”

- 🐚

GODDDDDDD this has me like biting thru drywall crying sobbing leaking etc etc

Poor Art just has to sit there and take it. He’s awake playing video games when you get back from a date. Patrick’s asleep, crashed after a long day of providing tennis lessons to bratty kids. Art gives a nervous, friendly smile and asks how it went.

And that’s how he’s stuck on the sofa listening to you talk about your latest conquest. “Anyways, I was straddling him, y’know, like—“ you pause, meet his gaze. “— sorry, you don’t know. I’ll just show you.”

He holds his breath as you shift into his lap. You don’t even settle your weight down on him, you’re not that mean. You just kind of hold yourself above him, so, so close. “I was moving kind of like this—“ you roll your hips, make him blush just at the sight. “Kind of slow, so he could savor it, y’know? It’s not like I’m going to fuck him again after that shitshow of a date.”

“If you— if the date was so bad why did you…”

“Fuck him?” You ask, raising a brow. Art nods wordlessly. “Because he was pretty.” You trail your hand along his face, tuck a blond curl behind his ear. He took a shaky breath, swallowed hard. “And because my friend Tiff said he was hung. She wasn’t wrong. But it doesn’t even matter, because he didn’t even last two minutes after I got on top. Waste of my fucking time.”

“That’s—“ he squeezes his eyes shut, like he can’t even think when he’s looking at you.

“It’s what, Art?” You ask, a tiny grin spreading across your lips. You drop your voice to a whisper. “Is it slutty? Do you wish I was a good girl and didn’t talk about this kind of stuff?”

He doesn’t respond, might not even be capable of trying to, honestly. You climb off his lap and settle back on the sofa beside him. You clock his boner immediately— tenting his thin pajama pants.

Jesus fucking Christ. He notices that you’re looking and grabs a random throw pillow to pull into his lap. Poor guy. If he just said the word, you’d take care of it for him.

“I’m gonna go read,” you tell him, which is a bullshit excuse. Really, your date Sean hadn’t made you cum despite the fucking monster he was packing, and seeing Art all riled up doesn’t really help.

The second you’ve shut the door, you shimmy off the dress you picked for the night and collapse onto the bed with a huff. The cute date night panties you picked were soaked, no thanks to Sean. No, it was all because of Art Donaldson. Sweet, repressed, horny-as-hell Art.

You sigh softly as your fingers tease your entrance— all wet and sensitive. Your hips cant pathetically as you trail your wet fingers to your clit, rub gently, just to get started.

You think of Art’s pathetic cries in the shower, of him waking up hard and rutting against his mattress until his boxers are sticky and soaked with cum. Patrick had told you about that— he’d laughed over the phone, talked about how adorable it was. Art insisted it wasn’t the same as jerking off the normal way since he didn’t use his hands. He probably does that a lot with how repressed he is. Your cunt throbs, aching with want.

You plunge one finger into your pussy, then a second. Any other night you might have pulled out a toy, but you wanted to make it quick. It’s nice, easy to lose yourself in the slick, warmth inside.

Your efforts on your clit speeds up. Your back arches as you grind your pussy down against your fingers. Your toes curl, head falls back.

Before you can react, the door flies open. “Hey, I just wanted to say—“ he freezes, eyes going wide. “Oh.”

But he doesn’t leave. Very obviously doesn’t leave. And you don’t stop, it’s too sweet, the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are glued to where your fingers disappear inside of your cunt, his mouth agape.

“Art,” you whine. He tears his eyes from your pussy, makes himself look into your eyes. “Shut the door.”

He swallows, closes the door behind him. You try to hide your shock that he shut the door and stayed inside of the room— that he didn’t flee and go cry in his bed because he caught a glimpse of your pussy.

But no, his back presses against the wood and he stays stuck in place as his eyes trail back down to your cunt. Soft, wet, and, god, so tempting. You can tell he wants to crawl to you on his knees, bury his face between your thighs and wait for your instructions.

“It doesn’t count if you just watch, hm?” You tease, but your voice is strangled with want— all breathy and affected. “It you come closer, you can hear how wet I am.”

It’s like he takes the steps outside of his own volition, kneels at the side of the bed like he’s going to pray. His eyes flutter shut, lashes splashed against his cheeks. God, you really are so wet— the near pornographic squelch of your fingers as they fuck into your pussy should make your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“You’re so sweet, aren’t you?” You bite down on your lip to muffle a moan, conscious that Patrick is asleep across the guest house.

You see his arm moving, know he’s stroking himself over the fabric of his pajamas. It’s like he can’t even help it, can’t resist the urge to get himself off. It’s a rush, having that power over him.

“It’s okay that you’re watching, Art. I hope you remember every second. You deserve to imagine a pretty, wet pussy while you fuck your fist.”

He whines, honest to god whines. The sound makes you cum suddenly with soft, breathy moans— drenching your fingers in your release. Your thighs tremble as you come down, and Art just looks at you with big blue eyes, like he thinks he did something wrong. You doubt he’s ever seen a girl cum before. It’s exciting, to be his first like that.

You wipe your slick fingers on your thigh and cover yourself with a throw blanket. Art’s gaze flicks back up to your eyes. “What did you come in here for, Art?”

“Huh?” He blinks a few times, shakes his head. “I, uh. I came here to tell you, uh—“

You smile, lean closer. He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenched tight. It’s like he’s angry that you dare tempt him, that you question his resolve. You think he might actually hate you for it. “Tell me…?”

“You don’t have to use your body to make people want you,” he says. “It’s like you have no self respect.”

“And what does the stain on the front of your pants say about your self respect, Art?” You say, voice dropping into a whisper. His cheeks flame, and he stands suddenly. “You had your fun, now get out before I tell Patrick you were perving on me.”

He glares at you, fixes you in place with one fiery look. It’s intoxicating— the places where his restraint runs thin. You can’t help but grin after he’s gone and you’re all alone, wondering just how easy it would be to tear those threadbare spots and reveal the needy, desperate thing beneath.

[ectoplasmer]

posting about marriage again please forgive me but i had a fleeting thought/image in my brain about ryou wearing one of those ruffle collar suits and wwwgdbfcvn CRIES

[theemporium]

Idk if anything could come from this but it always sticks out to me that it says that luke spends just as much time at cherry's place as his own. Maybe something about them having a domestic kinda day together in her apartment?? 🫶🫶

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“M’gonna have to start charging rent soon.” 

Luke didn’t bother lifting his head from his current spot on the couch, his cheek squished against the throw pillow he had face-planted on a few minutes ago when he arrived. He just let out a noncommittal grunt before realising he should give a proper answer. 

“I can afford it,” he managed to mutter out. 

You let out a snort, shaking your head in amusement as you took in the way he was slumped over the couch. “Of course you can, hockey hot shot.”

“Why are you so far away?” Luke all but whined, lifting his head enough for you to see the frown on his face as he glanced at the distance between you and him. 

“Because I have a list of errands I need to get through,” you retorted, biting back your smile as his frown deepened.

“Five minutes? Please?” 

You sighed but your feet were already moving towards the boy, not getting the chance to do much more before Luke turned over and wound his arms around you with enough momentum to have you laying on top of him. 

“Ooft,” you groaned, laughing a little as you lifted your head. “Happy now?” 

“Mhm,” Luke nodded, his eyes a little hooded with sleep like he was seconds away from dozing off. “You’re a much better cuddle buddy than Jack.”

You hummed. “Is that why you’re here instead of your place?” 

“Maybe,” he murmured, his arms tightening around your waist. “Jack was also trying to rope me into golfing with some of the other guys.” 

“You didn’t wanna go?” You asked, one hand reaching up to push some curls out of his face before you could stop yourself. 

“Not really,” he admitted, his eyes falling shut and a content sigh leaving his lips. “Plus, I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “You saw me two days ago.” 

Luke fought back his grin. “Yeah, exactly.” 

You rolled your eyes, not that he could see, before trying to get up. “Well, I desperately need to grocery shop and get some stuff from town so—”

“No,” Luke whined, his arms tightening around you. “You promised me five minutes.” 

“I have stuff to do, Luke.” 

“I’ll help you,” he promised, blinking his eyes open to look at you. “I’ll carry all the bags and not complain once. Just…lay here with me for five minutes.” 

You contemplated his offer. “And you’ll come to IKEA with me?”

“Yup.” 

“And you’ll build my new shelf for me?” You asked, a sweet smile on your lips that he knew better than to trust. But Luke didn’t have much self-preservation when it came to you.

“You can watch me struggle and everything,” he nodded. 

“Hmm, you got yourself a deal, Hughes,” you murmured before settling back down on his chest, your cheek pressed against the fabric of his Devils branded hoodie. 

“Only if we also get those yoghurts I like at the grocery store,” he added, his hands slipping under your hoodie.

You snorted. “Fine, deal.”

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[bluefootedbooby]

Hii :3 could you do a sort of nsfw jinx x reader where it’s like the morning after.. y’know ?

Absolutely love ❤️

Marks

(Jinx looking at all the hickies she gave you ^^^)

You woke up, your head absolutely pounding and sore. The sunlight hurt like a bitch when it hit your eyes and you couldn’t help but close them and cower away back to the warm pillows and blankets. Beside you was Jinx, now you remembered why you were so achy. You lifted the covers a bit to look at your body, completely nude and completely covered in sex marks. Your face flustered immediately as you gripped the sheets close to yourself.

You sat, waiting for your girlfriend to wake up. A heavy blush on your face as you remembered the night, an arm strewn over your forehead as you bit your lip. Then, your blue Rapunzel woke up. Her makeup was speared making her eye sockets look even darker than usual, she yawned her chest was pressed to the mattress.

“Morning, my angel.” You smiled as she stretched like a cat. You looked at her back completely scratched like the doings of one! Only those were your needy and harsh scratches from prior. “Hey toots.” She rasped out, her voice deep and heavy in the morning. Her face sunk into the pillow a single eye peering out from the jungle of blue hair she had loose. You moved those beautiful vines and saw her face, smushed into the pillow and smiling at you. “Some night huh?” She croaked out a sly smile on her lips.

“Oh shut up” You blushed and as you looked away she look a moment to examine her masterpiece she made all over your body. A low whistle escaped her lips as she bit them. “My my, how do you keep getting hotter?” In a flash Jinx ripped the sheets from ya and exposed your nude body. You let out a shriek and tried to grab them but Jinx held them away. “C’mon!! It’s cold!” She wasn’t budging though, instead she pinned you down and tossed the sheets away, your flesh touching. A deep red coated your face as she examined each mark. “Look at you, all bruised, bitten, and scratched. Woops! Guess you won’t be going out today huh? Don’t want people to see those markings I made? Or maybe I’ll make you go out, show you off and let everyone know you’re mine.” She gripped your chin forcing you to look up at her. Eyes widened and mouth agape. Her dominant and commanding face softened into a smile and laugh.

“Kidding! You can rest, don’t worry, toots~ I’ll save the public humiliation for when we feel really freaky! But you look so exhausted! I couldn’t torture my little trinket like that, then it wouldn’t be fun!” You sighed in relief, if Jinx wanted to do the stuff she said before she damn would! Thankfully she was gonna let you rest. “But I’m gonna admire this position I have you in just a little long. Now here, hold still.” Jinx’s lips went to kiss at your marks, soft and sweet little pecks on your flesh to ease the aches. You smiled and let out a content sigh, to which she smiled in suit seeing your relaxed face. Goodness did you love you. Little pecks and kisses on your marks all the way down to where only Jinx can see, this was a perfect morning. When she finished she rested her face in between your breasts a smile on her face as one of her cheeks that was laying on one smushed.

“So, breakfast?”

“I’d like that, what did you have in mind?”

“You.”

“Har har, seriously though.”

“Uhmm… Pancakes! No! Falafel!”

“Falafel? Pfft… sure. We can get falafel.”

“Wooo! Ah… I love you, toots! You indulge me too much though!”

“Haha… I love you too.”

[danikamariewrites]

Also I thought of a Liam or Xaden idea but maybe one of them falling for a Healer?

Always Injured

Liam Mairi x reader

A/n: since we don’t fully know a lot of the medical stuff in FW I just kinda made some stuff up lol

Warnings: mentions of injuries, fluff

For the third time this week Xaden was escorting Liam to the infirmary. He rolled his eyes at the blondes wide grin. “You’ve never been so…reckless before. What’s going one?”

Liam shook his head, keeping his eyes on the swinging double doors as they got closer and closer. “Nothing. Challenges have been so tough, right?” Xaden gives him a quizzical look, not believing Liam is having a hard time getting through obstacle courses.

He shoulders open the door while supporting Liam, walking him over to the closest bed. Liam lays back looking around the room for you. His eyes find you listening to your teacher intently as he tends to a ill-looking scribe.

“Ok brother, you are free to go.” Xaden follows Liam’s line of sight. Xaden let’s out a long oh and sends Liam a shut eating grin. He knew there would be teasing later but he didn’t care.

“Get better soon.” Xaden says in a light teasing tone as he exits the infirmary.

-

You saw Xaden bring Liam in. You wanted to go right over to him but you knew your professor would chastise you for leaving a working-lesson. So you stayed with the sick scribe. She just needed cold medicine but learning all kind of symptoms is important.

Once you professor dismissed you to check on other patients you headed straight to Liam’s bed. You gave him a small smile as he held his left wrist out for you to take his pulse.

By now he knew the routine. Liam had been in here practically every other day. “Should you really be a rider? The amount of injuries you get I might as well tie pillows around you.” You joke with him.

Liam let’s out a small laugh as your hands kept checking different parts of his body. When you pressed on his side he winced.

Pulling up his shirt revealed a nasty bruise on his ribs. Grabbing a salve from a nearby cart you scoop out some paste, warming it between your fingers before spreading it on his skin.

“That should help with the pain.” You say quietly. Over Liam’s many trips/stays in the infirmary you grew to deeply care for him. He’s a sweet guy and was always interested in whatever you had to say.

“Thank you,” he groaned out pulling his shirt back down. “That one looks bad Liam. You need to be more careful. I’d hate to see you truly injured.” You say gravely, crossing your arms.

Liam reaches out to pull your hand into his. He gives it a light squeeze and give you a boyish grin. “Don’t worry about me sweets. I’ll be just fine.” You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, well your visits say something different.”

You give his hand one last squeeze before turning to walk away. Liam holds on tighter, slightly pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Wait, please don’t go yet?”

Plopping yourself on the edge of his bed you narrow your eyes at him. Giving him a knowing smirk like you just figured out his secret. “Not all your injuries have been real.” You say matter of factly.

Liam’s face turns crimson and he looks down avoiding your gaze. “Well, uhh not all of them. Maybe like a headache or two.” He mumbles.

“Any reason?” You tease, poking at his thigh. You desperately wanted to say he has a crush on you too. If he does you would much rather spend time with him outside of this room.

He looks up at you, suddenly shy like he’s speaking to you about a very awkward medical matter. “I keep coming back for you. You’re amazing and I didn’t know how to talk to you, but now I do and I want to get to know you more outside of here.”

You grasp Liam’s hand in yours, taking him by surprise. “I do too Li.” His eyes go wide with joy. “Meet me tonight? At the Bell Tower?” You nod enthusiastically.

He lets out a sigh of relief as you stand. “I have to check in other patients.” You say quietly. Liam nods giving you that boyish grin again. “I’ll see you tonight.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Request: I have a request for Teenagers <33! So basically, Miguel comes home to reader / his adopted daughter, avoiding him. He thought because of their “fight” and him lying to her but in reality it’s because hobie gave her a nose and belly piercing. Thanks, I hope you do this 💕 requested by @mwrmaidluvz

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟗

“Are you sure?” Hobie asked you again, for the 100th time. It was his suggestion, but he wanted to make sure you were cool with it.

“I’m sure.” You took a deep breath, he already did the nose piercing, all that was left was the belly piercing.

“All right…” he said, grabbing the needle and sticking it through, you sucked in a breath, and tears started to fall.

“All done.” He mumbled, smiling. “You look… fucking amazing.” He said, looking at you in your crop top and then at your face.

You looked in the mirror. “I think I look badass.”

“You do.” He said, putting up his stuff.

“Oh shit. My dads gonna kill me.” You realized. You hadn’t thought of that.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Seems like he’s let go of you a bit more.”

You had realized it too.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’ll be fine. Promise.” He said.

“You’re right. Alright, go to work, spider-man. I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Yeah, I love you.” He grabbed your cheek, and kissed you, before opening up a portal.

You were now home alone. You looked in the mirror and fiddled with both piercings. He told you how to clean and change them beforehand.

After a few days, Miguel noticed you hadn’t seen him. He noticed it before too, but it hurt him at this point.

Was it because of the argument?

No way. You both were over it. But maybe it still hurt, I mean he did lie to you your whole life. He didn’t know anymore.

He had to talk to you. He thought, heading to your room. He knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” You yelled from inside, anxiety running.

“Can we talk?”

“Uh- yeah, yeah, sure.” You said, he opened the door and you stumbled to get a jacket.

You covered your nose with your hands, he clearly noticed.

“What’s up?”

“Have you been.. avoiding me..?”

Oh shit he knew.

“Wha- avoiding you..? Nah. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“If this about what happened-“

“It’s not.”

“Then what’s wrong..?”

“Nothing.”

“If anything happened.. you can tell me, you know?”

You sighed and uncovered your nose. His eyebrows raised. Then you pulled up your jacket.

“Oh. Well… it looks good on you. I thought you were mad at me.” He laughed nervously.

“No.. sorry I lied to you.”

“No- it’s fine. I like it. It looks… cool.”

“Thanks. Hobie did it for me.” You smiled, putting down your jacket.

“Of course he did.” Miguel mumbled.

“I hope you know I was in the doorway this whole time.” Hobie said, Miguel looked back at him as you jumped, not expecting him.

Miguel rolled his eyes, and left the room.

“Keep the door open!” He said.

“Yeah, I know.” You rolled your eyes.

You laughed as Hobie went on the bed next to you.

“I hate to say I told ya so.. but I told you so.”

“Oh shut up.” you threw your pillow at him.

“Oh, we’re doing pillow fights now?” He stood up, grabbing a pillow and hitting you with it as you laughed and screamed.

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[moonstruckme]

Hello my love! I have a request for a quick little blurby with whoever you think it fits! Basically, the reader has an extensive skin care routine, but she’s sick so all she wants to do is lay bed, but the beautiful man is helping her do it because he knows how much it means to her! Am I projecting? Yes because I’m sick as a dog right now and I didn’t do my skin care routine at all but I just didn’t have the energy to 🥺💕

Hi honey! Hope you're feeling a bit better <3

This isn’t very relaxing lmao apologies, he’s doing his best. And maybe modern au? Because I didn’t feel like researching 80s skincare

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 814 words

“Shit,” Eddie hisses when you wince, pulling the washcloth away to kiss your eyelid. “Keep ‘em shut tight, baby, we don’t want this stuff getting in there.” 

“They are shut.” Your face pinches as he continues to scrub at your lashes with the washcloth. “I’m just not usually this rough with them, Eds. You’re going to tear out my eyelashes.” 

“Doing this?” He sounds dubious. “They can’t be very hardy, then.” 

“They’re not.” 

“Okay, okay.” He swipes the last of your mascara off a bit more delicately. “I can’t believe you went to work like this. I told you you were way too sick to go.” 

“I was fine this morning.” 

“You almost passed out pouring your cereal.” 

You open your eyes to stare him down, daring him with your whole face to push you. You’re way too exhausted for this. “I’m calling in tomorrow, okay?” 

“You bet you are, trouble.” 

You open your mouth to snipe at him, but Eddie swoops in for a kiss as he finishes with your makeup remover and you sink back into the mattress, nullified.

“What’s next?” he asks sweetly. “That watery shit?” 

“Toner, yeah. Thanks.” 

He makes a sound like you’re welcome, a bit of cheek to it. You decide it’s probably deserved, since you keep disparaging him while he’s doing you a favor. 

Eddie wets your washcloth with toner, passing it over your skin before reaching for your serum. You close your eyes as he brings the dropper just underneath them, like he’s seen you do a million times, and dribbles the glossy liquid onto your skin. He’s quick to chase it with his fingers, murmuring expletives under his breath as some of it drips onto your pillow before he can get it. You laugh, and he pinches your cheek meanly. 

“Stay still, or I’ll get it in your mouth.” 

You quickly smooth your face into expressionlessness, your poker face immaculate, and then Eddie laughs too. You open your eyes at the sound. 

Eddie’s eyes hover above yours, lashes kissing as he grins toothily. A few frizzy curls have escaped the ponytail he’s confined the rest in. They tickle your cheeks when he moves, using his finger to distribute some of the serum onto your chin. 

“You got it all over?” you ask him. Softly, like his proximity requires a hushed tone. 

Eddie's thumb digs into your chin fondly, his smile broadening. You can see his canines. “Yup. You’re all shined up, sweet thing. How long do you leave it for again?” 

“Until it dries.” 

“And how long’s that?” 

You shrug. “Ten, fifteen minutes. It doesn’t have to be all the way dry, just mostly.” 

He nods. You listen to the passing of cars outside, the beginnings of crickets as darkness falls. Eddie starts sweeping his thumb back and forth over your shoulder. 

“You look so fucking pretty,” he says quietly, “even though I know you’re the plague personified right now. How do you do that?” 

Try as you might to tamp it down, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your features. “Every night when you go to sleep,” you tell him, “I take a little bit of your hair and use it to brew a potion in the kitchen. I’m slowly stealing your beauty, bit by bit.” 

“Fucking knew it,” he growls, dipping his head to nip playfully at your neck. 

You yelp and set your hands on his shoulders, warning him breathlessly about getting his hair in your serum. 

“Fine,” he relents. “I know you’re full of shit anyway. You’ve been this killer since the day I met you.” He flashes a grin, canines and all. “And I only get more beautiful with time, so I know you’re not siphoning it off me. Nice try.” 

“You’ve got me there.” You smile back, but it’s a half-hearted effort. 

Eddie makes a low humming sound, thumb once again rubbing your shoulder. “You okay, baby? Your chest still hurting?” 

“No, it’s not as bad.” The words leave you in a thoughtless sigh, and Eddie frowns, bending over to press a chaste kiss to your sternum. The sweet gesture pushes up against the pressure already thick and uncomfortable in the back of your throat. “I’m just really tired,” you admit, and to your mortification the words come out with a teary edge. 

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, only a flicker of concern passing over his face as his hand moves to cup the side of your head, stroking the baby hairs at your temple. 

“Hey, that’s okay. You can go to sleep, I’ll finish up here. S’just the moisturizer left, right?” You nod, swallowing, and he mirrors you. “I can handle that. Get some shut eye, sweet thing. I’ll take care of you.” 

You let your eyes close, the steady movement of Eddie’s thumb on your temple easing you towards slumber, because you know he will.

[garfunklefield]

He’s into it!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: established relationship, furry!reader, reader is a furry, reader is into super pink frilly Sanrio stuff, Sukuna is a whipped simp, Sukuna and Yuji are brothers mentioned, fluff, mainly fluff with a treat at the end, grinding, dry humping, pet names (pup & puppy), aftercare Word count: 1644 DESC: Ryomen Sukuna hater of mullets lover of furries

This was originally a Drabble but I got carried away! I kinda wanna make this a series, should I?

Link to my Ko-fi if you want to support me!

Requests and ASKS are open!!!

Ryomen Sukuna would never admit it to you, but he likes it when you wear those ears and paws. It was a shameless hobby you had, dressing up like that for your Instagram. It was innocent but perfect. He loved how the paws were lightly colored and oversized, making you seem smaller. Then how the ears were the same.

You looked perfect. It was perfect! But… while it was all innocent and cute he couldn’t help but feel a deep and brooding feeling reside in his chest. God, it turned him on. The way you pranced around with your phone in public, taking photos with strangers if they asked. How your eyes lit up at conventions you dragged him to, forcing him to look at all the different paws and suits. Ryomen would of course pretend it was the worst thing on her, gaffing and rolling his eyes.

And then when you weren’t looking, he’d palm the fur of a pair of ears in his hand just because he loved the fluff. He had a habit of staring at cute things. Maybe that’s why he liked you. Even though he was the total opposite, with his big black tattoos and semi-shaved haircut. You two looked -acted- completely different. Yet he liked that. You could rant to him about some drama in your community and he’d just listen. Sure he didn’t understand all of it but he just wanted to keep you happy. Not to mention he just loved looking at you like that. Pouting pink lips and fluffy pink ears. Especially the clipped ones with bows and bells.

There was a point where it was becoming too much for him. He was seated on your light-colored bed, hugging a pillow to his chest as you hummed. You were changing into something he was told he wasn’t allowed to look at until you were done. Of course, he grumbled a curse and gave you a pointed look before doing exactly as you said. He caught small glimpses, something pink and frilly of course. God, he just wanted to rip it off of your curved body and fuck you senseless.

Ryomen had a habit of staring at cute things, yes, but he had a worse habit of staring at plump skin. So when he saw you, chubby and completely adorned in the cutest clothing he’d ever seen, he needed you. It was a weird thing, so weird his younger brother liked to tease him over.

“The girl's 5’4 and she’s got you completely whipped, Ryo!” Yuji would chortle, throwing his head back before receiving a coke can to the gut.

“Shut up, brat,” Ryomen retorted, rolling his eyes as always. He didn’t admit the hold you had on him to anyone else but you if you asked him. He’d just shrug and say something like “I please my woman” which was Ryomen Sukuna for “Please marry me I’m in love with you if you leave me I’ll kill myself”.

“Ryomen,” you murmured, turning on your white socks to show your outfit. My god. He was completely done for. There was no way he was going to recover from seeing you in that! Hell, it wasn’t even revealing but it was cute. It was fucking cute. And that’s what got him!

It was a ruffled pink dress, with a ribbon cinching it just below your breasts, letting the rest of the dress flow out. It came down quite low, about your knees. Then some white stockings to cover the rest. By itself it was fine. But you paired it with your favorite ears, paws, and now a fucking tail. Ryomen swallowed and blinked a few times. He had to keep the dress intact, he had to keep the dress in TACT.

Your face fell after a moment of no answer from your boyfriend. A pout formed over your bottom lip, shining in the glowing light with a hint of sparkle. New lipgloss. He looked down at his pants, groaning at the sight of his bulge. Of course, he was solid just from a look.

“Is it really that bad?” You frowned, crossing your arms. Oh don’t do that, he thought as his eyes glanced to your slightly exposed cleavage. You were torturing him in a way you never had before, and you were completely oblivious!

Ryomen muttered your name and hissed, rolling on his side and huffing to sit on the edge of the bed. He motioned his big arm in your direction, beckoning you to come over to him. You nodded and slowly crept towards your boyfriend. At that point, you had to have seen his boner, right?

“You look nice,” he whispered, wrapping one of his big hands around your waist. His other tapped your leg, signaling he wanted you on him. Even if this turned into nothing more than a wholesome interaction, he wanted you to touch him in some way, shape, or form.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you sighed and sat down. Your eyes widened when his tent pressed against the front of your crotch, “Oh.”

“I like it,” he grumbled, “I think I like it a hell of a lot more than I should. Is that weird?” He looked at your face, which was flushed a deep pink. A small frown pulled at his bottom lip and he used his free hand to poke at the apple of your cheek, “Don’t just stare at me, woman.”

You gave him a small warning look and he quickly corrected himself, “Don’t just stare at me … princess.”

“Everyone has their fetishes. I didn’t know you liked the furry thing like that,” you spoke delicately, with a tiny smile. Clearly, you weren’t weirded out by his admission of guilt. Ryomen nodded and leaned forward, resting his head against your collarbone.

“Don’t think about teasing me in front of the brat,” he mumbled against your skin, wrapping two meaty arms around your back.

You giggled and let one hand trail up his own back to his pink hair, “I won’t. It’s kind of hot that you like it anyway…” He knew the exact expression you were making even if he didn’t see you. It was the far-away look, with an almost innocent stare. It wasn’t really innocent though. That’s why it drove him mad. You could see the sexuality burning behind your eyes as you bit down on your lip. It made him insane with lust.

“Hot huh?” He sat up, looking up at you with narrowed eyes, “I didn’t bring any condoms.” Ryomen didn’t want to admit it but he had an idea that would keep your perfect outfit on without getting ruined, not get you pregnant, and get him off. One of his hands slid down your side and up your skirt to touch along your thigh, “Grind your pussy on my bulge, puppy.”

You nodded and bit down on your swollen lip again, putting both hands on your back to remove your dress. His other hand instinctively grabbed yours and stopped you, “No. Keep it on.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Oh… okay.”

The two of you found yourselves back against the bed. Ryomen laid on his back as you ground your soaked clothed cunt against his precum-stained shorts. His hands were planted on your hips, rocking them back and forth to get the job done. He leaned his head back against one of your sanity pillows, hoping he wouldn’t cum yet. You felt so good he just needed this to last a few seconds longer. Even though he couldn’t be inside you, he didn’t need to be. Just seeing your face and how it contorted in pleasure was enough for him. You moaned like a goddess, thrusting into him for your pleasure.

“F..fuck pup. You’re driving me mad with- with that damn... mmm those ears.. f-f..uck,” he had never been so foggy.

It had to have been the outfit. Your naked body was beautiful but that’s all he’d ever fucked. He’d never fucked you decorated in all this cute stuff. God, it got him so close. He was just throbbing from the impending euphoria. Then he heard you whimper and it was all over. Your sounds got louder and louder, filling his ears with your pleasure. You placed both hands against his own, pressing your wetness further against his cock. It drove him over the edge and he gasped as a load shot out of his swollen tip. Ryomen had never cum that way, continuing to rub your cunt against him to elongate his high.

You bit your lip at the sensation, cumming a few moments later from seeing your boyfriend lose control. Even though, as he came down from his high, he felt sticky and gross, Ryomen wouldn’t have changed a thing. Seeing you in that pretty outfit grind against him made him so hot and bothered beyond belief. It was better than any penetration he could’ve asked for.

“I love you,” he whispered, pushing you down beside him. You nodded and fell forward against the bed, mumbling your own I love you as well. Ryomen Sukuna kicked off his now very soggy shorts and underwear, opting for a commando-style dress, taking off his shirt as well. You glanced at him and yawned as he sat down next to you, beginning to undo your outfit. “Ryomen…?” You mumbled in a bit of confusion.

“Let me do this, brat- er… my love,” he wasn’t very good at these sorts of pet names unless he was about to cum, it was clear. You were undressed in a few moments and pressed against your boyfriend's chest. He knew you liked this sort of thing. Aftercare? Ryomen wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but he knew it was important.

Making you happy was the most important thing in the world to him.

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genshin fantasies .. first time with virgin dainsleif and he doesnt realize how pent up hes been over the past 500 years until hes cum inside once and still feels so desperate to unload more inside the reader 😵‍💫

♡ Pent up Virgin Dainsleif needing you ♡

!● warnings: gn!reader, grinding, sub!dain (switching sides later on), handjob, messy in the end, very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive

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note: damn, i love this, breeding goes brrrrr (also sorry that it took so long bby)

“This… uhm, why do you have to sit on my lap again, (y/n)?”, Dainsleif whispered, avoiding your eye contact since you kinda pushed yourself on top of his lap. There was no reason for him to be quiet around your new apartment in Mondstadt but he still did it. Showing to you how awkward this is for him. You could feel that his whole body froze as soon as you made yourself comfortable around his lap. His face now turned slowly red. “Dain… see, I did not know that you would visit me today. You did not answer my letters so I thought you had no time to help me out. There was no time for me to clean…”, you pouted and pressed your body on his, getting a little jump out of him. His head is spinning with unspoken thoughts of you currently.

In fact, you have had a new apartment since you moved to Mondstadt one week ago but there was no time for you to actually get all your stuff out of the boxes. Once Dainsleif noticed your letter he made his way to you. Now in the middle of the night, you both were sitting on the couch which was filled with random stuff you did not have time to sort out. He avoided replying to your speech, so you tap on his nose. “You look like you need this, right?”, you said. It was pretty obvious now. Dainsleif was pent up with all the stress he was dealing with, so you have to make him feel better tonight. Maybe he would stay even for breakfast, who knows? You pushed him onto the couch, so he could lean against the couch pillow, making his body react stiff. Of course, you couldn’t stop smirking seeing him like this. You were facing him and caressing his face, enjoying how beautiful in pain he was, not to jump on you right away and do naughty things with you. 

“I…I know what you are thinking… stop that.”, he said but there was no attempt by him to get rid of you. He wanted this as badly as you needed it. So, your hands made their way down to caress his waist while they went under his shirt. “Oh~ if you know *that* well what I want…” You leaned near his ear and whispered. “Why can’t you stop me then? Or do you like it?” 

Jackpot.

His whole body shivered when he was only concentrating on your sweet voice. Closing his eyes shut, trying not to moan out. Then you suddenly started to move your hips and grind on Dainsleif’s tight. He was frozen like a stone so you had to start acting first. Even if he couldn't get anything out of him, a faint moan came out of his mouth, after your hands stopped at his hardened nippels. You chuckle a little bit before giving him kisses on the neck, grinding yourself faster on him. “F-fuck… don’t stop, please”, he demanded while he grabbed your hips to dig his nails into your flesh. He started to warm up to your liking. But you still had to do the work which wasn’t a problem at all. You were pretty horny too. 

“Mhm, Dainsleif… you are so pretty…”, you said after licking his neck up to his mouth. Giving him little kisses on his mouth, not fully pressing your lips on his, his hands help you to speed up against his tights. “You want more?”, you asked provocatively. He nodded shyly while his eyes begged desperately for more. You couldn’t deny this so you squeezed his cheeks a little bit, not too harsh, so you could stuff your tongue inside his mouth. It wasn’t a battle for dominance because after your tongue melted into each other, Dainsleif literally lost himself in the kiss. Moaning into your mouth while your hip movement started to slow down. 

His eyes were locked to yours while the kiss was not slowing down at all. It was clear for you, that he begged for more touch. Your hands were resting on his hardened nipples but did not pinched him at all. With a sudden push towards your hips, you could feel his pulsing bulge inside his pants. It was painfully begging to be free. He needs your touch so badly. And with the ongoing kiss, Dainsleif got warmer and hotter, so he grabbed your hands and rested them on his bulge. Moaning into the kiss, his eyes clearly screaming to help him release. You let go of his kiss with a deep sigh, taking in the hot air around you both, you smiled brightly. “Hehe, eager are we?~”, you teased him. 

“Oh, shut up and touch me already”, he said with a red face, closing his eyes, pressing his lower body parts against your hands further. You did not waste much more time and zipped his pants open, freeing his pulsing dick. The cold air makes him moan out accidently, making you shiver. Seeing him like this was the best and with no more wasting time, you let him guide your hands. His big but graceful hands wrapping your own to ensheath his dick. While you let him guide your hands, you watched his facial expressions. He made the slutiest face you have ever seen him doing, it was as if he was a different man.

His hands now start to go slowly up and down, letting the pre-cum smear on the rest of his dick, making the jerking motion easier to go faster. Dainsleif’s mouth is a little bit apart, letting small and quiet moans out. Before you could react he sped up and leaned against your neck, feeling his dick pulsing. “(y/n)...”, he started repeating your name near your ear, giving you exciting creeps all over your arms and legs.

“Y-you close?”, you asked while kissing his neck. He nods, noticing how you pushed his hands so you could give him a proper handjob. Your hands were faster than his and they felt way better than his owns. Going faster up and down on his dick, using his pre-cum for more friction. His moans started to get louder while he chanted your name over and over again, until you used your thumb to make circles around his tip. It was clear for both of you that he was getting close. To push him over the edge, you used your thumb to circle around on his tip while the other hand continued to jerk him off. Dainsleif then came on your hands without warning and a low groan moan.  “F-fuck, d-don’t stop, please…”, he said while leaning back, loving how your not stopped a bit because you knew he loved it. While his cum covered your hands, it was getting messier by every movement. You slowed down before letting go to lick his cum off your hands.

Dainsleif was mesmerized by what you are doing with his own cum, oh no, seeing you like this made his mind all foggy. It stopped his dick becoming limb, the opposite occurred and it hardened again. Needing now much more than your touches. While you were licking your fingers completely going in for it, you did not notice that he is going to push you over to your stomach on the couch, grinding his hard dick against your ass. Letting out a suprised moan, you looked behind, seeing him lost in lust to fuck you tonight crazy. You let him undress, more like ripping it apart, your bottom part to have easier access to your pulsing asshole. There was no time for him to finger you before fucking you. He ended up pushing his dick slowly inside you, while your ass sucked his dick inside further. You heard him letting out a surprisingly loud moan, then sighed and leaned down to kiss your neck. 

“S-stay like this, fuck, you are too good for me…”, he said, starting to fuck you from behind into the couch. Your eyes roll behind as Dainsleif did not have the time to let you adjust to his dick. His hips ramming into you with no mercy. His dick pushed his previous cum from your handjob easily out of your ass, it was even a good enough lubrication. 

Anyways, his hips slapping against your ass, creating the naughties sounds in your apartment, while there was no filter on Dainsleif’s mouth, moaning with his pretty voice out your name. You could feel his dick deep inside you, ramming it inside this particular spot which made you lose any sight. The rougher he got, the more you could also feel your orgasm building up. “D-dain, slow down…”, you moaned, holding on to the pillow for aid. But he did not slow down a bit, going at an animalistic speed to destroy your ass, completely let go of all this pent up stress he had in the past 500 years. He was getting close again, so did you too.

“Let me cum inside of you.”, it was not a question since even if you would say something against it, your mind was blank wanting only to cum with him, thinking of his thick dick slamming inside of you. Since the only response you gave him was your moans, he leaned up and grabbed your waist to slam his dick a few times in you before painting your inner walls white. “Ugh…ahh~”, he moaned, filling you up. All his juicy cum coming out filling you up. After a moment of silence, you started to laugh. “Haha, Dain you made such a mess, damn…”

He was clearly out of breath but smiled, pulling his dick out just to slam back inside of you. Slowly fucking you again. “Mhmm…”, this made your toes roll while you concentrated not to cum again. You were as sensitive as his dick was, so you pushed your hip higher to make him reach deeper inside you, hitting again your g-spot. “Oh, you want more?”, turning the tables around. You made him want this and now you are desperately needing more inside of you. After seeing you nod and moan out, he started to fuck you again and again, filling your ass up to the brim. With every push inside you, cum floated out of you, making the couch a complete mess. This went on the whole night, him not letting go of the amazing feeling of his dick rearrange your inners over and over again. 

Eventually both of you fall asleep after some hours into the late night, cuddling up in the mess since both of you were too tired to take a bath or anything to clean up. He kisses your head and snuggles into your shivering body. “Sorry, I will help you out with cleaning up, okay?”

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Fic: Grudgingly Yours, Part 12

Grudgingly Yours, Part 12

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Chapter 12

You were seething with anger. So frustrated, you wanted to scream with rage. How dare Billy do this? How dare he fucking threaten you? And on top of that, he hurt Calvin – did he really think that would score him points? Was he really that stupid?

“Stop dragging your feet.”  Billy ordered from the other side of the room, packing your clothes into your suitcase. The entitlement in his voice was so infuriating, you picked up the closest pillow to you and threw it at him. As soon as it struck his back, he turned around. For a second he simply stared at you, and fear trickled down your spine. This was a man who kidnapped your friend and tortured him. He had you cuffed and bound a few minutes earlier. As much as you prided yourself in being strong and resourceful, he was an actual soldier, a psychopath and rich. He could kill you in a fit of rage and suffer no consequences.  

Then he smirked, his handsome face breaking into a magnetic smile while he retrieved the pillow from the ground. “If it’s a fight you’re looking for, I’ll give you one when we get home.”

His friendly demeanor did nothing to alleviate your anxiety.

Throwing the pillow back onto the bed, he turned around and continued to pack your things.

Half an hour later all of your stuff was packed into a suitcase which Billy was carrying to the elevator. “Rest of your things?” he prodded.

“Storage.”

“We can get it tomorrow.”

You didn’t respond.

The elevator ride felt distinctly uncomfortable, with Billy’s eyes on you the entire time. His gaze felt intrusive, like he was trying to crack through your brain and see every running thought inside your head. You tried ignoring him but it seemed to make no difference.

When you both reached the underground parking lot, you headed towards your car. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Nice try.” He gripped your elbow, maneuvering your body towards the guest parking spots. Once he reached the Wraith, he opened the trunk and stuffed your things inside before pulling open the passenger side door open. “Get in.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “I need my car.”

“We can pick it up tomorrow.”

The bastard had an answer for everything. Fuck him. Angrily you slid inside, wishing you could at least have the satisfaction of slamming his door shut. He closed the door and circled the car to get in. Defiantly you opened the door on your side and slammed it hard.

“Feel better?” he asked, sliding in next to you.

“Fuck off.”

There was his smirk again, goading you, but you chose to ignore it.

This was the first time you were in his car, sitting beside him while he drove. He was a smooth driver, expertly gliding his way through traffic like he did everything else. Prick.

“Where’s Calvin?” you asked.

“He’s fine.”

“You need to let him go.”

“I will,” he replied, nonchalant. “As soon as you keep your end of the deal.”

“I’m already moving back in. What else do you want?”

“A guarantee that you won’t bolt.”

“You’re the one who runs, not me,” you retaliated.

“I’m here now.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at his audacity.

 “So are you gonna co-operate?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“There’s always a choice. You’re smart enough to make the right one.”

“I wish I killed you before.” You expected him to snark back or maybe ignore your hostile words. Instead he smiled, a tender, affectionate smile that made your heart skip a beat because it caught you completely unaware.

“You’ll get lots more chances now. Promise.”

Your eyes locked with his, and for a second the world stopped. You forgot how exhilarating his attention could be, making you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered to him. You were special, you were important, and just as quickly, he would turn on you and throw you aside. Irritated with yourself, you glanced out the window.

Minutes passed before he spoke again. “He’s a decent scammer. Not great, but good enough to fool a lot of people.”

You scowled. “What are you talking about?”

“Your buddy, Calvin. He’s ripped off a lot of people with some kind of Ponzi scheme.”

You recalled the portfolio Calvin shared with you, how the returns on investments seemed too good to be true. Fuck. Even though there was nothing to arouse your suspicions at the time, a part of you had known something was wrong. But there was no way you were going to admit that to Billy. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“I had someone look into him.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?”

“Want to see what the investigator dug up?”

“Not interested.”

He cocked his eyebrow at you. “Scared to find out the truth about fuckboy?”

“Don’t act like you were punishing him for being a swindler.”

The car came to a stop at a red light, he turned towards you. “I don’t give a fuck about that. He is where he is because he touched you. He. Touched. You. After I warned him not to. And he will pay for that. How much depends on you.”

“Don’t you dare! I’m not responsible for this, you are! You’re the fucking psychopath. You don’t get to put this on me.”

Swallowing the angry lump in your throat, you stared straight ahead. But he didn’t. You felt his eyes digging into you until a car honked from behind. That seemed to snap Billy out of his daze and he started driving again.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, with you contemplating Billy’s murder.

***

It was strange to be back in the penthouse that had been your home for a short time. Everything looked the same yet it all felt different. Tainted. You knew you’d have to return eventually because Alistair was an asshole and would make you, but you purposely avoided thinking about living with Billy again. A part of you had hoped he’d avoid you after humiliating the way he had, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t be his way. He liked playing with your emotions, softening you up before going in for the kill, and tonight was the beginning of the same cycle. All the bullshit he spewed was intended to make you feel something for him again but he’d made a big mistake in underestimating you. Because you felt nothing for him anymore. Nothing. And that wasn’t going to change, no matter how much he tried to manipulate you or threaten you with Calvin.

The lights turned on automatically as you entered your bedroom. Anita must have cleaned it after you left, because it was perfectly pristine. As Billy brushed past you carrying your luggage, your body stiffened. Everything about him felt obtrusive and too close. He was back in your life, in your head, in your room, and now in your things as he started to unpack your luggage.

“Stop touching my stuff,” you snapped, grabbing the skirts he was holding in his hand.

“I’m trying to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help.” You stormed over to the walk-in closet and started hanging the clothes up.

“Fine. Then I’ll go make dinner.”

“Hope you choke on it and die.”

That elicited a full-fledged chuckle from him, which agitated you more. At least you’d get some satisfaction from pissing him off but he seemed determined not to be provoked. Jackass. Over the next hour while you put away your things, your brain spun with anxiety. You didn’t do well with uncertainty. You were a problem solver and that’s how you got through life. Anticipate. Plan. Execute. Except there was no way for you to anticipate the curveball Billy threw at you. You were prepared for Alistair, but not Billy. And now you had to find a way out of this situation. Not to mention rescue Calvin too. Fuck. You needed to know details, exactly what Billy had planned and then find a way to get through it.

“Dinner’s ready.”

Hearing his voice calling from the kitchen, you made your way to the ensuite bathroom. You took your time in freshening up, washing all the make-up from your face. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, once again pondering Billy’s sick mind. Did he really expect you to play along? Was he so used to women being doormats that he honestly thought you would just roll over and give into him? It was obvious he had no idea who you were. And all signs pointed to him being exactly like his grandfather, a rich, entitled bigot who got off on controlling you. Well, fuck that.

After changing into an extra baggy lounge set that did a remarkable job of making you look dowdy, you sauntered over to the kitchen. What you found there was a complete surprise. The small table was adorned with fresh flowers, your favourite bottle of wine, and candle lights. He had also plated the pasta, which looked unbelievably good, and was already seated and waiting for you. What the fuck? Did he think the two of you were going to have a romantic meal together?

“Seriously?” Your eyes narrowed onto him, shaking your head. “This isn’t a fucking date.”

He looked unmoved by your lack of enthusiasm. “Doesn’t mean we can’t eat.” He stood up to pull your chair back. “Sit.”

“Are you asking me or ordering me?”

He cocked his eyebrow. “Does it matter?”

“You’re unfucking believable.” Refusing to give into him, you walked to the table but ignored the seat he held out for you. Instead, you took another empty seat.

He smiled, and started pouring you a glass of wine. When he tried to hand it to you, you stared back at him defiantly. “Not in the mood.”

“It’s your favourite.”

“Not anymore. You’ve ruined it.”

He smirked. “Fine. More for me then.” Deliberately making a show of enjoying the wine, he held your gaze.

“Tell me what I have to do to get Calvin away from you.”

There was that dark glint in his eyes again, the one reminding you of who Billy truly was. “Let’s have dinner first.”

“I’m not eating with you.”

“If you want to save Calvin, you will.”

You shook your head. “That’s how it’s gonna be from now on, isn’t it? You think this is how you’ll control me. You’re exactly like Alistair.”

“I’m nothing like him.” Jaw clenched, eyes darkened with anger, he moved towards you. A part of you was glad for striking him where it hurt but you didn’t like the closing distance between you two. Especially when he sat next to you.

You didn’t like his proximity, the way his body was turned to you. You were the sole focus of his attention and it made you uncomfortable, reminding you of how easily he played you in the past.

“I don’t want to control you.”

The softness in his voice was a ruse, you reminded yourself.

“That’s not what this is about,” Billy continued.

“What is it gonna take for you to let him go?”

He paused a few seconds before answering. “This. I want this. Dinner. The two of us. Every night.”

“Why? What are you hoping to get out of it?”

“I just want to have dinner with you. That’s all.”

“But it won’t stop at dinner, will it?” You sent him a bitter smile. “How long before I have to fuck you?”

“You’re the one who keeps bringing up sex.” He smirked. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Go to hell!” His eyes wandered over your face, like he was memorizing every inch of you – and it made your heart beat faster. Immediately you chastised yourself. “How long do I have to suffer these dinners with you?”

“Three months.”

You scoffed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He shrugged his shoulders. Throwing one arm around the back of your chair, he leaned in. “This is what I want. Three months. After that, I’ll let him go.”

“You’re gonna hold him hostage until then?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s being looked after.”

“I’m supposed to take your word for that? How do I know you haven’t killed him already?”

“I haven’t. But if you want proof, I can show you.”

Your face twisted with disgust. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

He didn’t respond, still peering at you closely. When his fingers slowly smoothed over the loose strand of your hair, you steeled yourself to his touch. “That’s not why I’m doing this.” There was longing in his gaze, his voice hoarse with emotion.

It was incredible how convincing he could be but you saw him for what he was – a manipulator.

You touched his hand to brush him away but the instant you made physical contact; sparks flowed through your veins. You withdrew immediately. “Then tell me why.”

A heavy sigh escaped him, he finally leaned back against his chair and you breathed a sigh of relief. “I love you. And I want you to love me back.”

The sheer audacity of his response, how he casually stated his intention – it was so flabbergasting that you couldn’t help but laugh. You laughed and laughed, while he simply studied you with a serious expression on his face. And when you struggled to catch your breath from laughing so hard, he handed you the glass of wine from earlier. This time you took it, your throat parched, and swallowed most of it in a big gulp.

“Easy there.”

You put down the glass. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You wanted the truth.”

“Oh, I know.” You gave him a condescending smile. “So I fall in love with you in this pipe dream of yours, and then what? You dump me? Humiliate me again? This time in front of dear old Gramps and the whole family?” Your smile stiffened. “Is that the plan, Billy?”

His voice was sincere, regret looming over his face. “I’m sorry about what I said to you at the wedding.”

“Nothing you said or did was a surprise. It’s what I expected from you.” It wasn’t true, he shattered you that night and made you doubt yourself – but you would never admit that to him. You stood up, casting him a snide glance. “You want me to be your puppet? Fine. I will. Because you’re holding someone I care about hostage. But don’t think for a second I’ll buy your bullshit act. I know you. I see you.” You bent forward so that you were at his height, staring into his eyes directly. “And I’ll never love you.”

Grabbing the bottle of wine, you turned your back on him and sashayed back to your room.

A/N - Sorry about the long wait, lovely readers. With the holidays and me getting into another fandom, I was a little negligent towards GY. But I'm back now :) Hope you enjoyed the chapter. And, as always, comments are loved and cherished :)

[ddejavvu]

tangerine angst please? I want to sob :(

He’s thought before, in passing, that maybe he should tone down his vocabulary. He knows that if he lets himself keep spewing filth around Lemon, Ladybug, or any of his other work friends, that something will slip out around you. It’s just a matter of time, and unfortunately, that time is now.

It’s a gruff, mumbled, half-hearted, “Oh, fuck off,” when you chide him for leaving his socks on the floor. He means it as more of an, ‘I’ll get them later,’, but his go-to when confronted is aggression, and even if he doesn’t mean it towards you, he says it anyways.

He barely even thinks twice about it, flipping through another page of the magazine he’s reading. The words feel casual, natural even, coming out of his mouth, so when there’s tense, stifling silence after them, he just assumes you’ve given up.

Instead you stiffen, he feels it where his hand lays against your own. Then you tear yours out of his grasp, and turn away from him on the mattress.

He glances over to see you curling in on yourself, and something aches in the pit of his stomach.

"Love," He prods gently at your shoulder, "Hey, what's that about?"

No response.

"C'mon," He pats you a little firmer, "I'm sorry, alright? 'Didn't mean to say that. Why don't you turn over now, yeah?"

More silence. When he gives up on waiting for a response his hand slips around your stomach, just under your breasts. He moves to pull you over, to flip you so that he can press a kiss to your lips and all will be well again.

Instead of rolling, you jerk. You turn your hip so that his hands slides off of you, and you flip the blanket over yourself. That ache in his belly only grows, and he sets the magazine down.

"Sweetheart," He croons, voice placating and soft, "I'm sorry I said that to you. Wasn't very nice, was it? Jus' slipped out, I didn't mean it. I'll pick up the socks now, alright lovely?"

He feels like an idiot. Sitting there, holding his breath, waiting for you to respond. You don't. He slides out of bed anyways, hearing a faint sniffle from where you're laying on the pillow.

He crouches down to nab the socks, reaching into the bathroom to grab a box of tissues in passing. When he stuffs the socks into the laundry hamper he rounds to your side of the bed, face twisting down into an involuntary frown as you shut your eyes. Your lashes are wet, and there's streaks down your face. He's made you cry.

Every hint you've given him so far, subtle or not, tells him you don't want to be touched. But he's stubborn, maybe just the same as you, and crouches beside your head.

He bunches up a tissue in his hands, nudging it against your cheeks to smear away the tear tracks. You flinch, not having heard him approach you, and he tries to ignore the stinging behind his eyes.

"No more tears." He decides, though another one slips through your closed lids. He sighs, dabbing it away, "I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't even think about it, love. It wasn't meant to be angry. I know it's... well, it's not the nicest thing I've ever said to you. But really, I just- I say it all the time. I'll be more careful, darling, I promise."

You're not sure you've ever heard his voice that soft. You know he's intimidating for a living, so you take some comfort in the fact that he can separate home and work enough to sound soothing. But what worries you is that he didn't think, that he didn't take care in conversing with you.

Your lip wobbles. You know he sees it, even if your eyes aren't open to watch his expression shift. You hear him sigh, then you feel the scrape of his mustache against your forehead where his accompanying lips press.

"I'm sorry, darling." He promises, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I'm gonna turn out the lights, okay? Let's just have a rest, then we can work it out tomorrow. If you feel like it, that is."

He briefly considers that you won't want to talk about it tomorrow. He has a momentary vision of you sitting sullenly at the counter, eggs on your fork and orange juice on your tongue. He thinks about the way you'll look with your back turned to him, fleeing a room as soon as he enters. But the worst thing he sees is your back turned to him when you walk out the door, a bag in your hand as you leave him behind.

He's not going to dwell on that.

He slips under the covers, and though he longs to reach for you, he keeps his hands to himself. He realizes that he doesn't know where to put them anymore, that every position seems awkward if you're not a part of it. He settles with his arms above his head, folded against the headboard.

He can't sleep. The light has long since been turned out, and your sniffles have died down, but he's staring at the ceiling as if it'll tell him how to fix this. His throat feels dry when he gets that flashing vision again, your back to him as you walk out of his life. He sits up abruptly, hoping he doesn't shake the bed, and storms to the bathroom.

The glass of water that he downs probably does more for his bladder than for his nerves. He stares at himself in the mirror with a hard glare, eyes biting into his own soul the way they so often do to others.

"Fuckin' prick," He scoffs at himself, head turned so he doesn't have to see his own face. He sets the glass back on the counter with a thunk, trekking back to bed and sliding under the covers without paying attention.

When he rolls onto his back again, he finds you facing him. He feels strangely caught, as if he were a toddler getting found with a pudgy hand in the cookie jar. You're staring at him, your eyes dull and defeated.

"Did I wake you?" He worries.

"No," You shake your head, voice raspy and thick with previously-shed tears, "I couldn't sleep."

"Me either." He admits, sheepish.

"You were mean to me." You state, after a moment's silence. The word cuts at his chest. Mean. It's by far the simplest insult he's ever been thrown, except, for some strange reason, it hurts more than motherfucker. It's not gaudy or overexaggerated, there's nothing unsavory about his mother thrown in, it's just mean.

He doesn't want to be mean to you.

"I don't want to be mean to you."

"But you were."

"I'm sorry. I- I kind of forgot how.. mean that is to say. Really, darling, the last thing I want's to make you cry. 'Really hated that."

"They were just socks." You lament solemnly.

"I know," He can feel himself losing it, wanting to run, but he stands strong, "It was pretty stupid of me. 'S not a problem to pick up my own socks."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," He nods vigorously, "They're in the basket."

"Thanks."

Your voice sounds small. Sleepy, maybe, but small. He doesn't like it, he likes when you're bursting with love, light, life. He'll give you a pass, because it's past midnight and you're bundled in blankets, but he's not sure he'll ever be able to hear it again without remembering tonight.

"I'll be careful about what I say." He promises, tentatively. His hand is flopped over his chest, palm-up. He slides it fowards, arm bending slightly uncomfortably as he extends it to you.

You stare at it for a second too long. He thinks you'll reject him, but before he can slide his hand back, you reach out. You link yours with his, the feeling of your skin on his own renewing the dwindling hope in his chest. He breathes out what feels like a thousand pounds of air, weighing on his chest and yanking at the backs of his eyes so that they stung.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, as you roll into his chest.

"I know," You mumble, tucking your head against his pec, "I'm glad you apologized. I'm not like your friends. You can't be mean to me."

"I won't be," He promises, leaning down to smatter kisses along your hairline, "I won't be, darling, "I love you."

"I love you too," You sigh, content between his arms, and the words explode within his chest to send fireworks burning at his lungs. He wishes he could kiss the living daylights out of you, spin you around on a ballroom floor and dip you and smooch you on the way up. But you're already dozing, so he can't. He settles for one kiss to your lips, soft and slightly painful as he cranes his neck down, but the soft smile that curls over your lips when he pulls away is better than any extravagant scenario he's capable of imagining with you.

[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

-

they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

[lttl3babybug]

Omg please write that one shot you mentioned in your last post I need sir pen comfort

ABSOLUTELY, Sir Pentious my beloved

Nightmares

It had long passed your bedtime by the time Sir Pentious was cuddled up with his egg boiz, snuggling into his pile of blankets and throw pillows and settling down for his own restful night. He replayed the scene in his head, tucking you in, reading you a story, kissing your little forehead. Sure it seemed perfect but he couldn’t help from worrying, what if he’d read the book wrong? Or he’d tucked you in too tight? Or not enough? He wasn’t too great at this, or at least that’s what he thought. He couldn’t help from thinking it, that he was doing all of this caregiver stuff wrong.

But he couldn’t be anymore wrong. It was just as he was closing his eyes that he heard the noise, the squeaking of his door and creaking of his floorboards, he sat up and immediately you caught his attention. Stood at his door, teary eyed and scared looking, your voice came out soft and upset, “Papa…?”. God he could’ve just melted at the sight, you shuffled more into his room, closing the door behind you, the closer you shuffled the better he saw you. Your paci hanging out of your mouth and a stuffie clutched in your arms, your face was damp with tears. He felt his heart breaking as he looked at the devastating sight in front of him. Sitting up in his large bed he asked, “whatever isss wrong my dear?” While tilting his head to the side slightly.

Reaching your arms out for him you clambered into his bed, wrapping yourself around him while you cried, “Papa, had a nightmares an’ it was really scary” your voice wobbling and breaking slightly. His tail snakes around your little body, holding you close to him, while he stroked your back. “There there little one…everything is better now, I’ll keep you sssafe” Sir Pentious hummed, resting his chin atop your head. After a moment of your crying and his soft words, he slipped the pacifier back into your mouth fully and pulled you under the covers with him, allowing you to cling onto him. “There’s no need to be afraid darling, I’ve got you now..” he spoke in a reassuring tone.

After your sniffles had died down and your sobs had stopped Pentious relaxed his tight grip on you and allowed you to get comfortable in his bed, adjusting to the heat of the room, while watching your eyes slowly start to flutter shut. Your grip on your stuffie starting to loosen as you began to drift into a peaceful, uninterrupted, slumber. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this after all.

[azrielgreen]

Prism CH14 Preview

‘Do you mean it?’

‘Mean what?’

‘Us being friends?’

Eddie nods slowly, reaches up to stroke Steve’s hair back where it falls into his eyes. ‘Yeah, I do. Can’t imagine not being in your life, Steve. Not anymore.’

‘But we could…’ Steve thinks of Amy, of the group, of Robin. ‘I mean, y’know. We’ve already… done stuff.’

Eddie nuzzles Steve very lightly. 

‘I just wanna be in your everyday world, and I think maybe neither of us is ready for it to be a different way. I want to be your friend, Steve. It’s not settling, it’s not second best, not a rejection. I wanna know you, I want to be with you and be silly, be dumb together. I love it. Never had it before.’

‘Never? What about Jonathan?’

‘Nobody’s like you, Steve. No one. And I’ve never had anything like this. But look,’ Eddie adds, frowning to himself. ‘I know I can be a lot, so if it’s too much, you just tell me, yeah? I promise it’ll be fine. Never want to upset you or make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘No, I.’ Steve swallows when his throat goes dry. ‘I like it. Feels like we’ve kinda known each other forever, been friends forever, does that… make sense?’

Eddie exhales slowly, soft music in the back of his throat, it rumbles from his chest. ‘Makes sense.’

‘Then yeah, we can be, um, friends.’

‘Good.’

‘You can’t be my best friend, though. That role’s taken.’

‘How about I be your worst friend?’ 

Steve giggles, feels himself moving closer with each little judder in his chest, helplessly drawn there. ‘Was the Marathon bar your audition?’

‘Definitely.’

‘And is this the kind of worst friend stuff I can look forward to?’

‘That and much worse.’ Eddie leans in and bites Steve’s chin for just one second and then lets go, eyes wide and innocent. ‘So?’

‘Fine. Worst friends.’

Eddie Munson settles into the pillow. ‘Worst friends. I’ll go soon, don’t worry.’

Steve’s getting tired. ‘You could just… stay for five more minutes if you liked.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Won’t hurt.’

‘You sure?’

‘Unless you’re gonna chew me up like a candy wrapper.’

‘Never, I’d swallow you whole.’

Steve groans and turns his face into the pillow, blissful mixture of worn out, outrageously happy, sleepy and turned on. ‘Stop, oh my god.’

When he comes out, Eddie’s t-shirt sleeve is rucked up a little and the dim light catches on something Steve hasn’t seen until now. 

The scar. 

He looks at it, sobering slowly. 

Eddie must notice, he must know what he’s looking at. It’s healed well, but it’s bigger than Steve remembers, maybe he just hoped it’d be a neat little line like his own is now. Eddie stitched it so well, but his own is thicker, instantly visible. 

Steve lifts one hand and it hovers above, unsure. 

‘Touch it,’ Eddie says, whisper soft, voice rough. 

It’s thick and the texture is strange, different from Steve’s own. ‘Did you go to the hospital?’

‘No, it didn’t need it.’

‘Who stitched you up?’

‘I did.’

Steve looks at him. ‘But you’re… you’re right handed. How could you?’

‘I’m ambidextrous.’

‘No, you’re not.’

Eddie cracks a tiny grin. ‘No, I’m not, but I am bisexual, does that count?’

‘Shut up and no, but like, Eddie… how could you stitch this yourself?’

He shrugs. ‘I’ve done it before.’

‘It’s not like mine. It’s all… rough.’ Steve’s eyes are wet, they sting from behind and his jaw aches. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘No, I like it,’ Eddie tells him. ‘I like when we…’

Steve is touching the scar, following the river of risen flesh up and down, up and down in an endless caress as if that will somehow help it to heal better, when he looks at Eddie again, heart so heavy, swollen and sodden, and asks, ‘When we what?’

He can hear Eddie swallow. 

‘Match.’

[animeomegas]

Omega!Denki - Back of the neck

(This is a birthday gift!!! For the wonderful, amazing, ridiculously talented @omeganronpa​!!!! Because birthdays! and celebrations! and yay!!! I hope you enjoy it 🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤💖💗💓💞💕💟💝💘)

Summary: Denki knew he was smitten with this alpha from class 3B... but did they seriously put him into subspace just by putting their hand at the back of his neck??? Fuck, he had it bad. 

Warnings: This is non-sexual subspace. Denki does take his shirt off at one point but alpha reader averts their eyes because they are a Respectful Alpha™ thank you very much 😤 Mineta is also a jealous bitch in this. 

It was Denki’s favourite night of the week: Friday night. There was no need to do homework, no late training exercises, and best of all, Bakusquad movie night!

Snacks, films and friends, was there a better combination?

“So,” Kirishima said, wiggling his eyebrows as Sero tried to locate the remote to put on the film. “Are you and that alpha from 3B official yet?”

Denki pouted at the question as he hugged a pillow to his chest.

“No, not yet… I totally thought they would make it official when they took me out to that café last week, but they didn’t…”

“Aww, it will happen, Denks, don’t worry!” Mina cooed, ruffling his hair. “Take it from another alpha, they’re so obviously head over heels for you!”

At that moment, Sero successfully located the remote behind one of the curtains with a triumphant noise.

“Found it!” he held up the remote in triumph and returned to the couches and plopped himself down. “But hey, if you’re so worried about it, why not ask them to join next week’s movie night? You can offer to walk them back to their dorm and confess on the doorstep all romantic and stuff. Alphas don’t have to make the first move anymore, dude.”

Denki turned the idea over in his mind for a moment. He was nervous to reveal his feelings so candidly, but maybe his friends were right.

“Yeah… okay, good idea, Sero, I’ll do that if you guys don’t mind an extra person next week?”

“Whatever, as long as they don’t talk over the film like some people. Now, are we going to watch this movie or what?”

“Sure!” Denki grinned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry Bakugou, didn’t mean to side-track everyone. Press play!”

…

“Are you sure your friends don’t mind me crashing movie night? I know it’s your thing.”

Denki hummed without registering your words, focusing instead on the feeling of your hand on his lower back.

“Denki? Earth to Denki?”

Denki startled, stopping in his tracks and looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

You stopped walking with him, both of you now standing a couple of metres from the 3A dorm entrance.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, rubbing his arms with your hands. “You’ve been really out of it today.”

“Sorry,” he apologised, rubbing tiredly at his face. “I didn’t sleep well at all last night, just couldn’t get my brain to shut up and then I got the shit kicked out of me by Midoriya during a spar today. He didn’t mean to hurt me, but I swear that guy forgets that he’s fucking jacked sometimes.”

You laughed lightly and Denki’s stomach flipped.

“I’m sure if you decided to take a little nap during the film, no one would mind.”

“No!” Denki protested. “Film night is sacred! I won’t betray the film night ritual like that!”

You laughed again, this time grabbing his hand in yours and giving it a little squeeze.

“Well, if film night’s so sacred, we should get a move on because we’re already late,” you grinned at him in a way that made Denki’s legs feel weak. Every time you gave him special attention or affection, he just wanted to fall into your arms and let you spoil him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

You metaphorically tugged him out of those thoughts as you physically tugged him towards the door, allowing him to open it and let you both into the common area where his friends were lounging on the sofas while a couple of his other classmates pottered around in the kitchen.

“Finally!” Mina cheered, throwing her arms up in the air. “You guys are here!”

“Took you long enough,” Sero teased. “Did Denki get lost trying to find the 3B dorms again?”

Denki knew the teasing was only that, teasing, but his stupid, tired brain decided to let the comment sting against his will. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear about his incompetence in front of the alpha he was trying so hard to impress.

“Hey, it wasn’t his fault it was mine,” you said easily, slipping a hand to the back of his neck to squeeze it comfortingly. “He was on time, but I couldn’t find my jacket, sorry everyone!”

Denki only heard the start of your deflection because his entire brain was desperately focused on trying not to melt at the grip you had on the back of his neck. His brain felt like it was slowly emptying and then filling back up with fuzz. You had him by the neck and it felt so lovely after the stress of the day.

“Bro, you okay over there?” Kirishima asked, jolting Denki back to reality.

Denki swallowed heavily, trying to remove the cotton feeling from his mouth.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he managed to force out, automatically leaning towards you, comforted by the way you immediately wrapped an arm around him.

“Then let’s get this party started! I picked this week’s film,” Mina said, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and twirling it in her hand.

“Fucking help us all,” Bakugou muttered, taking a swig of his drink.

Mina made an offended noise and, without hesitation, threw a cushion at him, sticking out her tongue the whole while.

Bakugou let out a growl, just managing to catch the cushion. Denki knew he was just joking around, Bakugou was always like that. So why was his heart rate spiking? What was wrong with him today?

“Hey, let’s sit down, come on,” you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. Denki allowed you to lead him to the sofa without a second thought.

“Okay! I’m pressing play now and if you can’t hear the film because you’re arguing, then that’s your problem!” Sero announced loudly, making significant eye contact with Mina and Bakugou, who reluctantly stopped bickering as the opening credits started to play.

Not that Denki really noticed them. Try as he might, he couldn’t convince himself to focus on the film when you were sitting right next to him. All it took was one moment of weakness and he was crawling onto his maybe-sort-of-hopefully alpha’s lap and burying his face in your chest.

He just… needed it. Every part of him was just itching to be close to you, to be surrounded with your scent.

Sure enough, he quickly relaxed, heart rate dropping as everything felt better all at once.

The way you wrapped one arm around him and used the other to stroke his hair pulled a tremendous purr from him, loud enough that his friends even turned to look at him, but none of them commented on what they saw.

Denki didn’t care who was watching though; your heartbeat was so nice to listen to. It was so steady and comforting. He let his mind float as he listened.

This was nice. He liked this. You were so amazing, such a perfect alpha. And he hoped more than anything that you would reciprocate his confession after the film. The reminder of his later plans sent a spike of anxiety through him, but you scratched the back of his neck and suddenly all the anxiety was gone.

He’d be okay.

You were here and that meant everything was going to be okay.

The film was nothing more than background noise at this point and Denki couldn’t have told you how far into the film you were because he’d completely lost his sense of time while he laid there dozing in your lap.

Until a new voice forced him up.

“Ugh, you guys are gross,” it was Mineta, who had come out of the kitchen with a pot noodle in hand and was now staring at you and Denki. “I’m sick of seeing you all over each other around school and now you’re bring it to our dorm? Gross, I hope you cheat on each other.”

Denki had heard Mineta say many things that were so much worse than that, but for some reason, he could feel his chest hurt as he registered the words. The pleasant floating was ripped away from him in an instant and all that remained was panic that this special alpha was going to leave him for someone else.

Tears bubbled over before he could stop them, a small sob soon following.

Everyone froze, even Mineta looked taken aback and a little nervous at his response. It was clear that he hadn’t expected Denki to cry.

“It was just a joke, why are you-“

You snarled at Mineta before he could finish, pulling Denki to your chest protectively and holding him tightly.

Mineta squeaked like the coward he was and scurried away as Bakugou shouted something Denki couldn’t quite make out.

But even though the perpetrator had fled, Denki couldn’t stop the tears or his instinct to curl himself into you as much as possible.

“Alpha, please don’t leave me,” he whimpered, uncaring about how pathetic the request must have sounded to you and his friends. He would say whatever and do whatever if it meant he could keep you. He needed you. He couldn’t remember how he had survived before you ‘d come into his life now.

“Shh, it’s alright omega, you’ve been having a tough day, huh?” you made a soothing grumbling noise that lined your words. “Why don’t I take you to your room for an early night? You’ll have to direct me, but I know you can do it.”

Denki nodded and you picked him up in one clean motion. He was perfectly content to leave movie night behind and navigate to his room from the comfort and protection of your arms.

Vaguely he heard Bakugou growl out some warning about you not touching him while he was upset, but Denki didn’t know what Bakugou was talking about because he loved it when you touched him; it made him feel safe.

Thankfully, Denki managed to remember the way to his dorm room, something you praised him for, giving him a little kiss when he managed to fish out his key. Slowly but surely, Denki could feel himself losing the panic and returning to that glorious floaty space once more. He liked it when you praised him. He liked it a lot.

“Are we like, together-together?” Denki mumbled into your chest suddenly as you walked into his room.

“Do you want us to be?” you asked in return, putting him on his bed. Denki screwed up his face in disapproval at your unhelpful answer. But floaty Denki had no qualms about answering honestly.  

“Yes. Obviously.”

You chuckled, grabbing him some pyjamas from his dresser.

“Then we are. Simple as that.”

“But what exactly are we?” Denki asked again, stressing the words. “Are we… courting or, or, or intended mates? Or something else altogether?”

“How about we talk about this tomorrow?” you said, bringing him the pyjamas. “Right now, you need to go and get changed.”

Denki blinked at the order before immediately pulling his shirt off and throwing it vaguely in the direction of his laundry basket.

You sputtered and blushed, turning around to face the wall, muttering ‘or change here, that’s fine too.’

It took a little longer than normal for Denki to get himself changed and tucked up in bed, but you didn’t seem to mind. He loved that about you; you were so patient, not like everyone else.

“Will you stay with me?” he mumbled into his pillow, holding out a hand that you accepted, crouching down by the head of his bed.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep and then I’ll come and cook you breakfast tomorrow morning, how’s that sound?”

“Hmm, okay,” Denki agreed, sighing sadly. “Next time you have to stay all night though.”

“Okay baby, if that’s what you want.”

Denki purred happily at the nickname and you chuckled at him. But it wasn’t a mean chuckle. You never laughed at him to be mean.

The last thing he remembered was watching and feeling you stroke his hand as he dozed off and then… nothing.

Until he woke the next morning, much earlier than normal due to his shockingly early night and prompt groaned into his pillow.

What the fuck had happened last night?

Denki felt like his face was burning at a thousand degrees as he recalled how he’d acted last night.

Was he like, the most submissive omega in the world? Seriously, a little sleep deprivation and a hand to the back of the neck and suddenly he’s clawing at an alpha like an omega written by a porn director…

His friends were never going to let him live that down.

“Fuck.”

[syeren]

NEW YEAR, NEW ME.

summary — after the both of you decided to break off your relationship, geto lays alone in his apartment, reminiscing over, over, and over about you.

tags — angst

His finger shakily tapped along his knee as he braced himself for the nth time. A call. A stupid. Fucking. Call. Geto gulped down a lump in his throat as he heard a voice on the other end.

“… Hello?”

“Is this… I mean— I’ve been trying to reach you, haven’t you received my calls?”

“Oh, no sorry. I think you have the wrong number.”

“I… See, yeah… Yeah, I should’ve judged by the voice.”

“No worries! I think I’ve seen your number floating around frequently during the past week, I didn’t pick up though. Genuinely, I thought it was another spam call—“

“Ah, I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll end the call now, have a nice day.”

“You too—“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A clammy hand dragged down his dehydrated skin, his long lashes poking out through the gaps left open by lazy fingers. A deep rumble from a sigh vibrated in his throat, then echoed around his humid studio apartment… Drenched in nauseating vanilla musk cologne, and thick smoke billowed from a half-lit cigarette. In the corner of his apartment was a Vinyl player, playing Chet Baker softly as he thought.

“… Fuckin’ hell.”

He slowly got up from his hunched position against the wall, pushing some weight off of the surface to compensate the weakened muscles he had left. He had no courage or stamina to even reach the front door if anyone wanted to check up on him, perhaps he had been too optimistic about that mere thought.

He stumbled in his apartment, toppling over heaps of garbage and empty liquor bottles, a loud statement of his pain. As he neared his unkept bed, he plopped onto his flat, tear-stained mattress. The quiet rumble of traffic outside his apartment window was his alarm clock, while the occasional chatter from his next-door neighbours were his source of entertainment. Amongst those were the occasional pops of fireworks going off in the distance, ahh yes, the welcoming of the new year.

Another year, he thought, to wake up and go through his schedule on autopilot. It was rinse and repeat, at this point. His body clock already stopped working after countless nights of insomnia, and he spent that time thinking… Again. Another day, another year.

The record continued to play, aiding the descent into his brain once more. It had been a long time since he last seen you, heard your voice, felt you in his arms— Hell, the fact he couldn’t reach you anymore was already driving him insane. What drove you away? Perhaps it was his lack of understanding towards you, maybe it was the fact he stuck his nose into his own stuff and never had the light of day just to talk— Properly, that time. However, it may be the certain situation that he was burying himself into, the over-thinking. Did you get tired of it? Were you too exhausted to put up with it?

He wanted to understand. Those countless nights he spent just pondering over his own pessimism and confusion, it was enough for him already. He turned his dreary body around, planting his face against the pillow and shutting his eyes. He nestled into the illusion of comfort, but the true beauty of peace is long gone.

The intoxicating vanilla and musk clung to his bedsheets, doused in the saltiness of tears and a hint of fresh pine. He hadn’t taken a shower yet, a proper bath didn’t even pop into one of his hundreds of thoughts running in his brain until now; thus, he opted to submerge himself in his racks of cologne and perfume for the meantime. His eyes darted sideways, tilting his head to the darkness the night sky blanketed him with. Another sigh left his lips.

“… Did I not love them enough?” his voice broke through like a scratchy record, hoarse and unpleasant. A broken record of anxiety and negativity. “Did I love them too much?”

He laid there on top of his bed, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Sleep sounds good, real good. To simply release those relaxing chemicals into your brain, signalling it to shut down. He wished he could that to his thoughts all day but, he holds on to something he can’t achieve— The notion to meet you once more. As the time passed, he felt his body sinking deeper into his mattress and—

Ring. Ring. Ring.

A groan bursted out as he lazily reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his phone and putting it to his ear. He knew that he would get another mouthful of false-positive comments from his buds, and he sucked in a breath once pressing ‘answer.’

“Satoru, I already—”

“Geto?”

The familiar chime sound, it was the type of bell that twinkles and flutters; much like a Furin in a soft Summer breeze. It wasn’t anything like the Church bell noise that Satoru’s voice gave off, resounding, rich, yet clanging to his ears. His eyes shot open as he clambered to sit up in his bed, crossing his legs as he tried to gather his scatterplot of thoughts.

“Hey,” he managed to croak out, albeit with a loud voice crack. “I didn’t… Expect you to call me.”

“Satoru told me I should check in with you, so that’s why,” your voice sounded like you were smiling through your words. He swore he could picture you smiling. “This is my new number, you can save it if you would like.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t want to disturb you, however.”

“No, no! You wouldn’t. Well, I just wanted to check in.”

“Okay, okay… No promises on being convinced,” he added, chuckling awkwardly as he cleared his throat into his fist.

“Alright. Well, I’m gonna hang up now, okay? Stay safe, Geto.”

“Mhm, you too. Thanks— For checking in, I mean.”

“No worries, bye!”

“Goodbye.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He immediately threw his phone down to his side as cold sweat profusely beaded around his temples. Black, messy locks draped over his eyes, and his gaze shot down at the mattress beneath him. Slowly, he leaned back against the wall once more, staring at the phone that connected you and him together. Even if it were brief.

All the times he called you, wanted to talk to you, hear that voice… Yet he wussed out, only managing to blurt out a quick ‘thanks for checking in.’ He wanted to profess his adoration, his emotions he held deep within his heart but once he finally got the chance to tell you, it didn’t meet to his expectations. Strings of profanities left his lips, muttering out into the silence of his own home.

Just as the clock renewed itself on that plastic display, he too, decided for that change. The unfamiliarity of the numbers twinkled in his eyes, and surely this would be a sign of hope. To pick himself up and just start anew— Well, once he figures out how to fix up his living quarters, that is.

The distant popping and cheers echoed from his complex and outside, and once Geto looked over at the clock, it was 12:00 AM sharp. A painful chuckle left his lips as his head craned back to rest against the surface. A new year, huh? It was ironic, how cheerful and abundant the atmosphere was throughout the building and the city, yet here he was wallowing in nothing but the repetitive Chet Baker record he had on. He reached in his pocket, grabbing the same pack of Camel he had and popping a cigarette up. Pressing the stick between his lips and lighting the butt, he inhaled deeply and blew out a thick cloud of smoke. The Turkish blend scattered through the air, filling the room with hazy puffs.

Another day, another year. Maybe this one will treat him better.

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an; happy new year! :3 LOL i didn’t think i would make an angst for the new year, but i’ll infuse all my good energy into this post so it won’t affect ur upcoming blessings <3 creds to saltinesaltine1