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softmothprince · 4 years ago

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i rewatched angels of death with friends the other day so i blame that

also this is, like, five pages. 2,659 words. so it’s a long ride. enjoy <3

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Her eyes twitch as she keeps from them from rolling, face blank as she stares at the smug bastard in front of her. For the past… whatever time, he’s been standing in front of her and babbling about some kind of bullshit she totally wasn’t paying attention to. She just wanted to take the stuff she bought and go home, where her psycho waits.

While it would be so easy to just shut him down and walk out, everytime she tries to back out of the conversation he just keeps bringing up more questions and random shit. It’s when he tries to pull off what he thinks as a sly move that she finally was done with that and everything to do with this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his hand move, realizing what he wanted to try and do when it slid closer to hers. In one swift move, she pulls her hand from the counter and shoves them into her shorts pockets, giving the guy a disgruntled look. Her shopping bag dangles from one wrist, crinkling as it taps against her thigh.

“Even though this was so ‘fun’, I got better things to do than this.” She says, turning on her heel to walk away- only to be stopped when she sees a familiar man waiting across the street.

While hidden by the shadows, she can easily recognize the bandages on his hands and peeking out of his hoodie. She heaves a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck, before exiting the store. She ties the bag closed and lets it hang from her fingers, jogging across the street and towards the waiting man.

“Hey, I thought you-!” She’s cut off when he abruptly stands up straight and jerks towards her.

A strong hand grabs her arm and easily swings her into the alley, tugging her a good few feet away and around a corner before letting go. She stares at his back silently, watching his shoulders slowly move with his breathing, then opens her mouth to say- His palm suddenly slams into the bricks, startling her into jumping back and yelping.

He moved so fast she didn’t see him turn around and become so… close. She looks up at him, eyes widening at the wide grin he wore. While similar to his usual grin, something about it was more… heated. His other hand is loosely holding his scythe (she hadn’t seen it when she first spotted him- he must’ve had it in the alley), mostly resting it on his shoulder with the stained blade reflecting the light.

The wall is hard, cold and unforgiving on her back, but she ignores it in favour of the hand suddenly grabbing around her throat. She gasps, sucking in air quickly in case he decided to tighten his grip and choke her.

“Come on, little bitch. Who’s your daddy?” He growls into her ear, scraping the shell with his teeth and nips at it. His eyes narrow at her silence, making him lean in enough that their noses touch. “I said- who’s. Your. Daddy?”

“Can’t seem to- ugh, to recall anyone.” She gasps, mouth dropping open when he squeezes her neck tighter. “Agh- Isaac-”

“Aww, poor little bitch doesn’t remember. It seems like I’ll have to… remind you.”

With one final squeeze, he feels her fluttering pulse for a moment longer before letting it trail off of her completely. He makes sure to keep eye contact, only letting his gaze travel away when he sees her face turn a dark shade of red. As he turns away to take the familiar walk home, she opens her mouth again.

“You’re being ridiculous, Isaac. You know I belong to you and only you!”

Again, he moves so fast she has to take a step back and somehow presses more into the wall. He doesn’t grab or even touch her, only his breath hitting her face as their noses nearly bump together.

“HE TRIED TO TOUCH YOU!”

Her jaw clenches, bottom lip getting caught by her teeth as she holds back another snarky response. He squeezes the handle of his scythe, using it as an anchor of sorts. To keep him from taking his little bratty bitch right then and there in the alley. As much as he wants to stake his claim, he needs to wait.

With a loud huff through his nose, he spins on his heel and snags the bag she had dropped with two fingers. His shoes scuff against the gravel and stone, kicking them across the path.

“Now let’s go.”

~skip~

It surprises her that they even reached the living room before he pounced. His scythe and the shopping bag is discarded onto the floor as he reaches out and grabs the nape of her neck, dragging her the rest of the way to their room. She nearly trips a few times, but Isaac just jerks her up and pushes her along.

He doesn't even bother to shut the door before he is suddenly ripping and tearing at her clothes. The material of her t-shirt easily rips apart, exposing her skin to his greedy eyes. He wastes no time in running his hands over her breasts and hips, taking care of her shorts next.

She squeaks and tries to wiggle away while yelling: “Isaac! You can't just-”

“Too bad, you should’ve thought of that before being such a brat.” He grunts, letting the fabric drop onto the floor and going to her panties and bra. “I have no patience for this shit anymore so shut up while I do this.”

“Listen-”

“Like you did with that bastard?”

Her jaw almost clicks with how fast she snaps it closed. When she is finally stripped of all forms of fabric, he sits down and yanks her over his lap.

"Hands under your head."

She swallows, moving her hands from where she was gripping the blankets and crosses them to lay her head on her arms. Without warning, he lands one quick slap onto her ass, gripping the flesh and grins with a cackle when she yelps.

“Now, my little bratty bitch, I’m going to spank you and you are going to count each and every one of them. You misscount? I’ll start over. Give me lip? I start over. You do anything I don’t think is good girl behavior, I start over.” He tilts her head back by grabbing her hair and pulling, leaning over to stare into her glazed over eyes.

“Do you understand my rules?”

“...yes.”

A loud slap, followed by him tugging her hair tighter into his fist.

“Yes. What? Address me properly.”

“Yes, sir.”

He hums, rubbing his hand over the red skin. His finger occasionally pressed onto a dark bruise scattered here and there, remembering when he made those little hickies two days prior. Then, a loud smack echoes around them, being drowned out by her yelp.

"Count."

"O-one."

Smack.

"Two."

Smack.

"Thr-ree~"

Her ears ring from the sound of her own voice and the loud slapping of Isaac's palm on her bare ass. She made the mistake of shifting over his lap after counting to ten, resulting in him growling and telling her to start over. There would be no sitting later, she can already tell.

Slap.

"Tw-twen-twenty…" She gasps, nails digging into her palms.

She waits for another one, but is both relieved and slightly upset that he rolls her off his lap and onto the bed. The cool sheets feel strange on her stinging flesh, but she ignores it as her legs are shoved apart to show her soaked cunt. The inside of her thighs were slick and sticky.

"That really turned you on? What a slut." He scoffs, yet a wide smirk spreads across his face when she whines. "You like being called a slut, huh little bitch? My little slut is more like it."

He trails his fingers up her leg and skirts over her hip bone, pressing his palm against her stomach to hold her down when his other hand toys with her pussy. His fingers slip inside with just a small push, obscene sounds ringing in her ears as he moves them.

“I-Isaac…”

“This cunt is mine, you got that? I caused this mess between your thighs and it’s gonna stay that way.” He purrs, leaning down to cover her nipple with his mouth and strokes his tongue in time with his fingers.

He switches to her other breast as his thumb pushes and rubs her clit, growling in satisfaction when she cries out and bucks her hips up.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes.

She swallows and gasps, before closing her mouth with a bratty grin appearing. Though it quickly vanishes when he roughly scrapes his fingers inside her pussy, aggressively rubbing her g-spot.

“I said: Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

“Yo-you! Please, pl-EASE~!”

His thumb disappears from her clit and he pulls his fingers out, cutting off any stimulation. He digs his nails into her hips, holding them in place while she spasms and growls at him in frustration.

“Not good enough, princess. Up.”

He grabs her wrist and tugs her up, making her straddle his hips while he leans back onto the mattress himself. His clothed dick rubs her pussy and clit, the material of his jeans sending jolts up her nerves, before he shoves her to sit on his thighs.

“Go on, my little bitch. Take out my dick.” He purrs, rubbing and squeezing her thighs. Maybe if she was a good girl, he’ll make her sit on his face and suffocate him with those thighs~

She whines, going to grind against his leg- only to be stopped when he lands a slap onto her still stinging ass.

“What did I say? Do it before I leave you to squirm.”

She knows he wouldn’t. They both know he wants to jump her and never stop. So, with a small pout, she unloops his belt and tosses it to the floor, popping the button of his jeans and tugs them and his underwear down his thighs until she can pull his dick out. It’s an angry red, drooling precum down the shaft, bobbing when she gently touches it.

As she goes to try and stroke it, he grabs her wrist with a narrow glare. It’s a silent threat, but she picks it up easily and nods with another pout. Her knees sink into the bed as she rises up on them, moving to angle his cock head with her hole. Swallowing the saliva threatening to drool out, she slowly lowers down.

His cock pushes through with little to no difficulty, rubbing all the right places. Before reaching the hilt, she stops and pulls her head out from his shoulder, looking into his eyes with a slightly uncomfortable look.

“Isaac it- I can’t-”

“Come on, you can take it.” He grumbles, digging his fingers into her hip and forces her the rest of the way down. The sudden rough thrust almost makes her cum, but his strength keeps her from moving. “You cum right now, I will put you over my knee again.” Isaac’s teeth abuse the shell of her ear, nibbling enough that teeth marks appear.

He bites the crook of her neck next, before tangling his fingers into her hair to pull her backwards. This allows him to lean down and nibble around her breasts, moaning into the valley between them.

“Fuck, I love your tits. I love how they look with my teeth and marks all over them~”

“With how often you bite me, they never look diffe-RENT!”

She chokes on her words when he suddenly lifts her up and drops her back down, slamming his cock deep inside her.

“What was that, little bitch? Got something to say? Go on, say it.” He mumbles against her chest, picking her up again and letting her fall back down.

Her mouth drops open, the only sounds pouring out being moans and curses. He is easily reminded why his favorite sound is her choking out his name.

“That- ugh, that the best you go-got?” She pants, squealing when he suddenly grabs her throat again.

He falls back flat onto the bed, pulling her with him and forcing the angle of his cock to change. And if the loud sob she let out tells him anything, he found that little spot of nerves.

“You may be on top, but-” He jerks her down more, brushing their lips together with a manic grin. “I still own you. Your heart, mind, body- everything is mine.”

She can hear her response in her head, but all that comes out of her mouth is a loud sob followed by begging. Isaac turns his head away, choosing to focus on the skin of her neck that isn’t covered by his hand. He sucks and nips at the supple flesh, traveling down to her collarbone and shoulder.

His teeth sink into her shoulder, making her throw her head back with a loud sob. The hands around her neck and hip are so tight she can feel the bruises already, yet the sting from his bite overpowers them.

“Mineminemineminemi-MINE!” His voice cracks when he cums, hips faltering for only a moment before going back to the brutal pace. “Take it- take my cum. Take all of it. I’m gonna stuff you so there is no denying who you belong to. You’ll be dripping for days.”

The deep groans rumbling from his chest occasionally hitch into a higher tone, before dropping back down. Once satisfied, he slows his thrusts until he finally just presses their hips together, sitting still. They both shake and breathe heavily, fingers unclenching from bruised and bleeding skin, rubbing the spots silently.

With a soft, slightly higher groan, he pulls out and briefly sits up to look between her legs. Her pussy is swollen and red, drooling a mix of their cum onto the bed. He lets out a satisfied sigh, running a hand through his hair and tugging at it as he looks around the room.

When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, Isaac stands from the bed and leaves his girl trembling and still riding her high. She hums and curls her fingers into the blankets, letting the soft material ground her. The mattress dips again, alerting her of his presence.

His fingers gently tap her thigh, warning her before he presses a wet cloth to the sensitive flesh. Small sighs pour out from her lips, her head rolling around when the cloth pushes against her clit. She barely registers him moving her around, feeling him slip a shirt over her head and a pair of panties up her legs.

The warmth of his body disappears and she feels the bed move as he gets up again, before it sinks beside her and a soft blanket is tugged over her body. The feeling of Isaac touching her cheek makes her eyes flutter open, finding said man (now in his lounging clothes) laying next to her silently.

His eyes look over her face, taking in the sweat and red flush. Without a word, he leans in and presses his forehead against hers, trailing his hand from her face to gently stroking her pulse with his thumb. He could easily choke her like this, see the light disappear from her eyes as she struggles-

He tilts his head, laying his lips softly over hers and huffs in amusement when she mumbles incoherently. Her fingers curl loosely around his wrist, holding it in place around her throat. A silent form of trust. He snorts, moving to grab her hand and lifts it to his lips to press a kiss to it, before curling his arms around her.

“Brat.” He whispers, hiding his face into her hair.

She smiles, nuzzling into his collarbone.

“I’m your brat. Don’t forget it.”

#angels of death #isaac foster #zack foster #x reader #fem reader #isaac foster x reader #zack foster x reader #writing #lemon #possessive #i love them tall and crazy

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naralanis · 4 years ago

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little bumps in the road (pt. 26)

Previously, on LBitR...

Lena has never given much thought to what happens after death.

She’s heard all about feeling cold—she’s felt that cold, more than once. She’s heard all about darkness—which she has seen, but not exactly in a near-death context. She’s also heard all about the light.

She does see that—not exactly a light she has to follow or whatever it is people see when they die, but a blinding expanse of white, as far as her eyes can see, though a little fuzzy, darker around the edges of her vision.

Considering the way she went out, Lena’s very surprised she doesn’t see any green.

Green. Kryptonite.

Kara.

Something that feels like a sob wrenches itself out of her chest by force. That dumb, stupid, idiotic Kryptonian—if Lena’s dead, then Kara is for sure—how dare she��

“Lena?”

The voice is familiar, and close; physically close, something that Lena didn’t think was possibly in this ethereal, post-death realm. Lena turns her head and realizes that, despite the brightness of the light she’s seeing, her eyes are most definitely closed.

Huh.

She opens them, then blinks, because the only difference seems to be… a lot of fuzzy shapes.

“Lena?” the voice calls to her again, closer still.

“Eugh…” is Lena’s less-than-eloquent reply. She could have done worse; her throat constricts painfully around something, and it’s like she’s pulling air the wrong way in, which causes a coughing fit that rattles her to the bone.

“Hey, hey, it’s OK, take your time,” the voice continues, and Lena knows that voice, but right now her brain feels like actual Jell-O sloshing around in her skull, and her entire body lights up with pain, so it’s understandably taking her a little while to get her bearings.

She blinks the crust out of her eyes; the speaking blob at her side begins to take shape and look like a person.

“Lena, don’t worry. You’re alright, you’re at the DEO. You’re hurt, but we could take the implant out—there will be an adjustment period, but you’re alright.” The voice explains, and Lena finally, finally places it.

“Agh… ah—ugh… L-lex?” she tries; her tongue feels like a wad of cotton in her mouth, and her throat is just burning.

The voice grows soothing. “We got him, Lena, don’t worry, we got—”

Lena shakes her head, which is a terrible decision—there is s sharp jolt of pain that shoots down her temple and settles all the way at the base of her spine; it makes her clench her teeth, which in turn just worsens the throbbing in her head.

She attempts to raise a hand; that fails when another painful shock travels from her shoulder across her collarbones. Lena groans in frustration, she needs to ger her words out, but it’s like her entire body has decided to call it quits.

Finally, she manages.

“Ah-Alex… Alex?”

The figure releases a breathless little laugh, and a reassuring hand comes to rest very gently at Lena’s shoulder.

“It’s me, Lena. I’m alright, you’re alright. Rest now, OK? Your meds will be kicking in again any time.”

Lena is equal parts relieved and panicked; there’s the obvious relief that comes with the knowledge that Alex is fine and right here next to her. But the agent doesn’t say a word about her sister, and that fills Lena with a dread she cannot express in her condition; especially now, as her lids grow heavier by the second, as her body sinks into an undoubtedly double-padded mattress.

“K—K..agh…” she tries, needing to know that Kara is alright, that she’s alive, because if Lena made it, Kara has to be alive. The alternative is unthinkable.

She manages another unintelligible gurgle before the meds do kick in, and then she’s out like a light.

Lena dreams.

This time, she does see green—a lot of it as the entire space of her LuthorCorp office is awash in the glow of the fully-armed Kryptonite cannons, and when Supergirl—Kara—lowers herself onto her balcony, Lena realizes this is not a dream at all.

It’s a memory.

She watches Kara raise her arms in surrender, sees the crinkle of confusion on her brow as the Kryptonian stares at her as if she’s seeing someone else entirely.

Lena watches her fall once she’s hit by what was meant to be a lethal dose of Kryptonite.

The memory shifts.

They’re in the Jeep, this time. It’s the dead of night and Kara’s in the driver’s seat, hair cropped short—Christ, Lena had forgotten just how short it was during those first couple of weeks. Kara’s driving, but she’s not looking at the road—no, in this snippet of reality, she’s staring straight at Lena, her gaunt, pale complexion fixated on her passenger. She looks perplexed, but also, inexplicably, relieved.

The memories keep shifting—they’re at the diner where they finally spoke to one another again, then they’re at a gas station, a phone booth, on and on and on—until everything seems to move and merge into a blur of colours, shapes, and sounds. It’s a convoluted, puzzling mental kaleidoscope, but surprisingly, Lena finds it remarkably easy to make sense of it all.

After all, how could she not? These are her memories. She’s lived through it all before.

Lena blinks into awareness slowly, this time. Her dream—or actual trip down memory lane—fades away softly, giving way to the soothing darkness of eyes gently closed for sleep.

There’s warmth at her side, and movement, too. It’s the up-and-down, in-and-out steady rhythm of deep breathing.

Lena instinctively tucks into the warmth and feels it in a solid, unmovable presence on her bed. She blinks once, twice, registers the lower lighting of her room, the tell-tale beeping of hospital equipment…and a very warm Kryptonian, glued to her side, squeezed so tight into the MedBay bed she cannot be comfortable.

Lena shifts—she needs to get a better look, needs to touch, to make sure she’s not dreaming, that her mind (which hasn’t been extremely reliable as of late) isn’t playing a cruel trick on her.

When she moves, blue eyes rimmed by dark circles snap open; they crinkle at the corners with a smile as they meet Lena’s gaze head on, and Lena releases a breath of pure relief.

“Hey,” Kara murmurs, her voice a soft breath ghosting over Lena’s cheeks since they’re only inches apart.

Lena can’t really help it; the tears are running down her cheeks before she realizes she’s crying, and she breathes in through sniffles as she reaches out to touch Kara’s face.

She’s there, inches away, warm and soft, and alive, and Lena lets the sobs rip through her chest. Her breaths are short little stuttering gasps, really, and she can’t stop smiling.

“Hey,” she whispers back, leaning into the warmth of Kara’s touch once the Kryptonian delicately wipes at her tears with her thumb. Her hand stays there, cradling Lena’s face as they smile like idiots after one-too-many near-death experiences.

“I have to admit,” Kara says after some time, smile unwavering and bright despite the pallor of her features, “that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

Lena chuckles—she does so lightly, since her ribs (most likely broken) protest at the slightest movement. “What, crying?” she asks. She can’t really move her arms, or really anything at all, so she settles for slightly craning her neck, leaning further into the hand Kara has kept in place at her tear-stained cheek.

Kara just nods, laughing a little. There’s a warm yellow hue around them—Lena surmises someone probably moved a sunlamp to her bed once Kara invited herself in—and it makes Kara’s hair, growing at awkward, adorable angles, glow golden and beautiful.

Lena soaks it all in.

“Is this real?” she can’t help but ask. She doesn’t think she would survive another trick of the mind, especially one so cruel.

Kara shifts on the thin mattress, impossibly closer, body practically melding along Lena’s. She’s still smiling, and there’s such certainty in her gaze, Lena practically melts with relief before Kara can even reassure her.

“Yes,” Kara says. “I have to admit the details are a little bit fuzzy,” she raises her arm with some difficulty to poke playfully at her own head, “but it seems I uh, ripped the Lexosuit apart and tossed it just before it exploded.”

Lena furrows her brows, trying to remember. All she can recall was the countdown clock and the split-second feeling of weightlessness before she began falling to the earth once the suit powered down.

“And then?”

Kara shrugs—Lena notices how her movements are stilted, like moving pains her, and wonders just how close to dying Kara had been. Again. “As far as I know, J’onn got to you in the nick of time.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “And you?”

Kara looks sheepish. “I uh. Hit the pavement.”

It’s said so… matter-of-factly, so casual and off-hand. It wrenches another sob right out of Lena, and her ribs ache in protest, but all she can think is Kara falling again, crumpling limply onto the pavement again, being on the brink of death again, and she can’t—Lena can’t cope with the image at all.

“Hey, hey, no, it’s OK,” Kara moves in, ready to calm and soothe, wiping at Lena’s tears with both hands. Her lips find Lena’s forehead, and while the gesture is entirely unprecedented, it has the desired effect—Lena’s body instinctively relaxes, and her sobs begin to abate. “I’m here,” Kara says, lips still on Lena’s skin, “Good as new, I promise.”

Lena doesn’t believe that for one second—there’s an unhealthy pallor to Kara’s complexion that tells her she still has a lot of time to spend under the sunlamps, and Lena can tell just how much it hurts for the Kryptonian to move. She bets there are slow-healing bruises all over her skin under the DEO-issue henley and sweats.

Though—she considers as her own body twinges with pains she hasn’t yet had the mental fortitude or will to catalogue in their entirety—she supposes she also has a long way to go as well.

“How long have we been out?”

“A few days,” Kara replies, chin resting atop Lena’s head and showing no inclination of moving. Good. “I just woke up a few hours ago.”

Lena grins. “And then the first thing you did was come to crowd my space while I recovered?”

Kara laughs. “Of course not. I went to pee first.”

It’s worth the twinges in her ribcage to chuckle a little. Lena lets out as deep a sigh as her injuries will allow, and her breathing adjusts to follow the steady rise-and-fall of Kara’s chest, still melded to her side.

“So, what now?”

Kara’s sigh is deep, and when she speaks, her voice grows heavier with sleep by the word. She’s probably exhausted and just about ready to conk out.

Lena thinks she’s got the right idea.

“Well,” the Kryptonian murmurs, voice so soft Lena has to strain to hear over the faint hum of hospital machinery surrounding them. “Nia caught Lex—gave him a good ol’ trashing, from what I hear. Uh, your name’s been cleared. LuthorCorp is yours, or will be after Lex’s trial—again. Supergirl is alive and back, sort of. Kara Danvers, meanwhile, is due to return from a mysterious illness… or something, I’m not sure what lie Nia made up at CatCo. Oh, and…”

Lena nods, barely processing Kara’s words. She’s just sinking into warmth, and Kara’s rambling in earnest now, and it feels so familiar. Comfortable, even here, cramped in this tiny MedBay cot.

Especially here.

Lena tucks further into Kara’s neck, and that stops Kara’s talking just enough for her to get a word in edgewise. “OK,” she whispers against Kara’s skin. “But for now… we just rest?”

She feels Kara’s slight nod, and Lena’s smile stretches wider while her eyes grow heavier. “Together?”

Another nod. Another whisper. “Together.”

<<<Previous||

That’s it! It’s done! Oof! Thank you all for humouring me in this wild, bumpy ride. All chapters (plus an epilogue!) will be posted on my AO3 within the next few days.

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disgruntledspacedad · 4 years ago

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Aftershocks (1/5)

The Better Love Series

A sequel to The Rules of Engagement

pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Ears). Part of the Better Love ‘verse.

summary: That bomb fucked you up a little more than you thought. h/c, fluff.

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ - canon typical violence, angst, hospital stuff. This one is mild for me.

a/n: unbeta’d. Gif by @javier-pena, banner by @cassandras-nest, title card by yours truly.Takes place hours after ROE leaves off. This won’t make a lot of sense unless you’ve read Rules first.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

MASTERLIST

A deep, throbbing ache in your back drags you back to the land of the living.

Ugh.

You rub the crust from your eyes and wiggle your toes with the awkward effort that comes from heavy sleep. It’s late afternoon, the sun sinking low in the sky, falling in gentle patches over the crumpled comforter. Reality comes back to you in slow, muzzy chunks.

You’re lying in Peña’s bed. He’d ridden you hard, then tucked you in afterward, snuggled comfortably beside you while you’d drifted off.

The lazy smile dies on your lips as you remember just why Javier Peña had felt the need to throw you against the wall and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

Your apartment. A blazing fireball. Smoke and ash and rubble. Emilio’s broken body.

You choke back a sob.

Javi.

Your chest throbs as you remember how he’d looked at you, eyes shining and desperate.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

How he’d held you close, tucking you gently under his chin as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Wild sex in the hallway, gentle sex in his bed. Snuggling up together afterward. His soft confession, “I’m all in, Ears, if that’s okay with you.”

Your brain spins dizzily in an attempt to process it all. Despite all of the pain, fear, drama, and uncertainty of the past 12 hours, you can’t help feeling a profound sense of relief. Sure, you’ve lost everything you’ve ever owned, but at least you have Javi.

That thought still boggles your mind.

You roll over, kicking your feet to untangle them from the sheets. Javi’s side of the bed is long cold. Sighing, you haul yourself up on your elbow, surprised when you have to catch your breath to do so.

God, you’re more sore than you thought you’d be.

Your heart races as you stand, and you press your hand to your breast bone, feeling a little woozy. Gray spots swim in your vision, and you blink hard, forcing them away. You hadn’t realized you’d stood up so fast.

Slowly, you patter naked into the hallway, following the sound of Javi’s voice. He’s in the kitchen with his back turned to you, speaking lowly into the telephone. He’s still shirtless.

You crack a grin at the memory.

Now that you’re standing up, you’re starting to feel a little more stable. Thoughts are still fuzzy and distant, and your pulse thrums skittish in your ears, but at least you’re not going to pass out. Your chest feels weird, though, like your lungs have been scraped raw, and taking a deep breath sets something throbbing deep in your back. Your head aches like a bitch, too.

Fuck Pablo Escobar and his fucking bombs.

You snatch Javi’s green shirt off the kitchen counter, still lying half-folded where you’d dropped it this morning. Javi raises his brows at you, and you shoot him a wink as you slip into it. He’s still on the phone, talking to Messina, you think, but his eyes follow you darkly as you make your way to his bathroom in search of some pain medicine.

Climbing onto the toilet to peruse through Javi’s bathroom cabinet feels like more effort than it really ought to be. Again, your heart speeds, and you double over, suddenly panting for air.

A minute or so later, Javi finds you sitting on the toilet lid with your head in your hands.

“Hey,” he says, pausing as he notices your position. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his. “What’s wrong?” His voice is laced with concern.

You look up at him. He’s all dark eyes and somber expression, watching you warily with a deeply furrowed brow. “Just a little dizzy,” you admit, hating to see him worry over you. “I was looking for a tylenol. My back is killing me.”

Javi blinks, as if the thought of keeping medicine in a medicine cabinet has never occurred to him.

“I can find you something,” he says, and somehow, you just know that means he’ll be sneaking across the landing to borrow from Connie’s stash. “But baby, are you sure I don’t need to take you to the hospital? You look a little pale.”

“I’m sure, Javi,” you answer firmly. The thought of getting dressed and leaving the apartment is absolutely abhorrent right now - you are still bone weary. You decide to offer him a compromise. “If it really bothers you, I’ll see somebody tomorrow after work.”

Javi shakes his head. “You’re not going in tomorrow, babe,” he says slowly. “I already talked to Stechner.” There’s a little bit of hesitation in his tone, like he’s wary of how you’ll react. “Once word got around about the bomb, everybody was looking for you. I didn’t mean to butt in, but I really didn’t want to wake you, either.” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, almost apologetically.

In a different situation, you think you might be annoyed by his interference. But Javi is staring at you with those solemn, worried eyes, one errant curl falling across his brow, and you find that any frustration you feel is buried deep beneath exhaustion and maybe even a little gratitude. “Guess I’ll let it slide,” you tell him, cracking a small smile. “This time.”

He answers you with a tiny breath of relief and a quirk of his lips. “Good.” One long thumb massages your knuckles absently. “He’s put you on leave for the rest of the week. Says get some rest and maybe some therapy, and he’ll see you on Monday to talk logistics.”

You snort. “Asshole.”

Javi’s expression is a little darker as he agrees. “So,” he says, leaning back on his heels to pin you with an intense stare. “Doctor tomorrow?”

“Doctor tomorrow,” you promise, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “Tylenol now.”

“Bossy,” he complains, reaching up to stroke your cheek like he just can’t help touching you at every opportunity.

“Assertive,” you’re quick to correct, swallowing back a shiver. All of this soft, sweet caressing is very new.

Javi grins, a gentle, fond expression that crinkles his eyes and makes him look years younger. “Have I mentioned how good you look in my shirt?” he murmurs, meeting your lips for a slow, deep kiss that steals your breath. One hand roams up to gently cup your breast.

“You don’t have to,” you answer smugly, catching that wandering hand in a firm grip. Your heart is racing again, but for all of the wrong reasons. “Now, go raid Murphy’s medicine cabinet for me, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughs, shaking his head at the fact that you know him so well.

That woozy feeling redoubles just as soon as Javi shuts the door behind him. You bite your lip, counting back the hours since you’ve had anything to drink besides coffee. Even that had been a long time ago. Probably you’re just dehydrated.

You make your way to the kitchen, feeling numb and detached as you shuffle through the cabinets. Javi has a startling lack of normal drink wear, but you manage to find a nice set of crystal tumblers lurking above the sink.

Typical.

Again, climbing requires an alarming amount of effort, and something uncoils painfully in your chest as you reach over your head for a glass. You flinch, and three of the tumblers go flying, shattering on the floor with a horrendous crash.

Startled and off-balanced, you stumble to your hands and knees, heedless of the glass shards that are digging into your bare skin. Your vision is graying at the edges again, and you can’t fucking breathe.

“What the fuck?” Javi’s voice is hard as he slams open the front door. “Babe?”

“Sorry,” you wheeze with the very last of the air that’s left in your lungs. Panic sets in, your body responding to the acute lack of oxygen in the only way it knows how. “I was -”

Speaking sets you coughing, and suddenly, you’re coughing so hard that you can’t stop, great, wrenching spasms that send pain racketing through your entire body.

Javi drops the bottle of pills he’s holding. They rattle against the floor. “Ridiculous woman,” he grits between clenched teeth, reaching down to haul you to his chest. You know he doesn’t mean it. “You are not fine.”

You press your fingers to your lips, one last rasping cough ripping its way out of your throat. When you pull them away, they are covered in tiny spots of blood.

Javi freezes as he sees it. “Jesus Christ.”

Your teeth are chattering, your entire body shaking. “I’m -”

“Goddammit, if you tell me you’re fine one more fucking time, Ears,” Javi growls, allowing the threat to trail off.

You shake your head. “I’m not,” you manage. Everything hurts, and words are difficult right now. Your throat is raw, and you still don’t have enough air. “I’m sorry. I was, but now I’m not.”

“Come on,” Javi’s voice is terse, worried. You have the foresight to grab his sweats from the counter before he sweeps you off your feet. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

♠

notes/confessions:

I promise, promise, promise, this is going to turn into fluff. Please don’t kill me!

Originally, Aftershocks was going to be a huge one-shot, but nah. I thought I’d try smaller chapters for once (read: chaotic jay cannot plan shit to save her life).

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ukaisprincesss · 4 years ago

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hii Art!!! may i request some wedding night smut with tanaka 😏😏 THANK YOU!! 💕

a/n: Hellooooo beautiful!!! 🖤 Yesss ive been waiting for a tanaka request 😌😌 sorry it took so long ),:

word count: 1.6k

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warnings: 18+ smut, so much fluff, minor name calling, cursing, choking, oral m! receiving and f! receiving

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“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”

You met Tanaka’s teary eyes with your own, your love for him displayed in the depths of your sparkling eyes. Hands held together, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. The distant whoops and cheers were washed away in the background as you melted into Tanaka’s arms.

Reluctantly pulling away Tanaka mumbled, “As much as I enjoy this, I don’t think this is supposed to last as long as we would like it to.” You giggled and cupped his face in your hands, pressing a light kiss on the side of his mouth. Hand in his, you both turned around and smiled at your friends and family. Multiple flashes lit up the area as pictures were taken.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with games, dancing, and your personal favorites, karaoke from Bokuto and Noya along with Yachi catching your bouquet. As the night crept up on the happy crowd, things were slowly put up and goodbyes were said. You and Ryuu had a honeymoon planned, but didn’t leave until the day after tomorrow.

“Well Mrs.Tanaka,” Ryuu said as he twirled you around to face him. “Shall we...head off?” He pressed kisses against the side of your neck, slowly trailing up to your jaw. It was moments like these that would stick with you, soft and intimate where Ryuu saw you as a goddess in his eyes. You smiled and let out a small sound of agreement, eyes closed and head tilted back. Ryuu smirked and lifted you up bridal style. You gasped and clutched onto his suit, sending him a playful frown as he laughed.

“How are we-” you were cut off by Tanaka’s tutting. “Ah ah ah, that my dear y/n has already been taken care of. It’s a surprise.” You wondered what he could’ve possibly pulled off but knowing him it could be anything. You tried to slide out of Tanaka’s arms, but he tightened his hold on you and insisted that you stayed in his arms. You made sure the ends of your dress weren’t dragging on the ground as he carried you to the entrance of the outdoor venue.

“No Ryuu...you didn't.” You stared in awe at what was a horse drawn carriage with flowers and lights decorating the cabin. Two beautiful and large mottled gray horses at the front, the driver sat behind them on a small bench.

“You like it?” Tanaka asked smugly. He was quite proud of himself for coming up with this (with the help of Suga) and knew you would love it.

“Do I like it?!” You screeched, hitting his chest. “This is like a dream come true,” you sighed happily. Pressing a kiss against your forehead, he opened the side door and sat you down gently. He climbed in from the other side and leaned forward to speak with the driver.

“Enjoy the ride and view,” the driver spoke with a charming heavy middle eastern accent. At the crack of the whip hitting the ground, the horses plowed forward and set into a trot. Giggling you gripped Tanaka’s arm overjoyed. You felt like a real princess with your prince in your carriage.

The ride was everything you could’ve imagine and more. The pleasing clop of the horses hooves and the light breeze that blew through your carriage windows paired perfectly with the twinkling lights that were strung around you. Tanaka made several sneaky passes at you but you quickly admonished his horny self so you could enjoy the ride.

You were disappointed when it was time to get off, you could ride that for hours living out your princess dream. As you sat daydreaming about the ride, Tanaka opened your door with a flourish bow holding his hand out to take yours. You grabbed it and stepped out, giving an exaggerated curtsy. You thanked the driver expressing your enjoyment for the ride and waved goodbye as the horses pulled him away.

“This way my queen,” Ryuu had picked you up again and carried you to your front door. Pausing, he looked at you intently then stepped over the threshold. You grinned and gave him a kiss, patting him to put you down. “Not a chance my love, I'm taking you to our bed and ravishing my beautiful wife.”

You squealed as he raced to your room, lightly throwing you on the bed. You sat up on your elbows with a hungry gaze as he took off his suit and tie, leaving him in a tight white button up and slacks. The faint outline of his abs pressed against the shirt catching your attention. Tanaka smirked and flexed before unbuckling his pants and practically tearing off his shirt. He crawled on top of you, hungry gaze traveling up and down your body.

“You look so beautiful in this dress y/n, I almost don’t want to take it off. But,” he drawled out before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your dress. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his calloused hands brushing against your back. Ryuu murmured compliments of every part of your body as he carefully took your dress off.

Bare in your bra and underwear, Ryuu traced kisses up your stomach to the middle of your chest. Sucking your nipple through your bra he expertly unclasped it with one hand, the other sliding down your panties. You lifted your hips and let out a faint moan, the ghost-like feeling of Tanaka’s lips on your breast seeping through the fabric.

“You deserve to be worshiped my goddess, don’t hold back I want to hear you.” Ryuu mumbled as he slid the straps of your bra down your arms before attacking your breasts with his mouth and hand. You let out a moan and fidgeted beneath him, grinding on the thigh he placed between your legs. Your clit pulsed and the feeling of an incoming orgasm tingled through you. “R-ryuu I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, gripping the sheets as he nipped at your nipple and tweaked the other.

“Cum on my thigh princess,” he growled before digging his thigh harder against your slit. You let out a wanton moan and grounded against him as you fell apart. You twisted your head as Tanaka stood up, the two of you breathing heavily. Your eyes drifted down to the tent in Ryuu’s boxers, the head of his cock poking out the slit. Without thought you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing up to hit his stomach. You wrapped one hand around it, your fingers struggled to meet. You pressed a kiss on the swollen head before peppering kitten licks all along his cock.

“Fuck y/n,don’t be a tease princess.” Ryuu pried open your mouth with his fingers before gripping your hair and guiding you along his length. Fueled by his moans, you pushed his dick further into your mouth and moaned. Tanaka hissed and ripped your mouth off. “Don’t get me distracted, love, this night is about you.”

Grabbing your ankles Tanaka pulled you forward before dipping his head between your legs and licking a long line up your cunt. You gasped and arched your back at the unexpected pleasure. He pinned you down with one hand on your stomach and the other holding your thigh. Ryuu devoured you like a man who was starved, tongue delving into your wet cunt, desperate to collect every drop of your juice. Your eyes rolled back as he lightly but your clit, sending you into a strong orgasm. You moaned and rolled your hips as Tanaka didn’t let up. He continued to suck your clit as another orgasm washed over you.

“Ryuu please it’s too much.” You whined, thrashing around. He didn’t say anything as he let you go with one last suck to your clit. “Are you ready for my cock princess?” He mumbled while sucking on the inside of your thigh. You nodded and whined, attempting to squeeze your thighs together. Tanaka pulled them apart with his large hands and positioned himself between you, his cock brushing against your pussy.

You gasped as he slowly sunk into you, your walls clenched tightly around him in anticipation. He groaned and muttered out, “Relax princess, you’re too tight. You’re gonna make me cum too soon.” You huffed and let your body relax, sinking into the mattress. He inched his cock forward before bottoming out, leaving you two breathless. No matter how many times you took his large cock, you would never be able to take it without struggle. His long and slow thrusts sent you into a frenzy, but you needed more.

“Ryuu...I need more, faster.” You whimpered, meeting his eyes. He smirked and pulled out before thrusting into you. The force pushed you back and you clawed his back and groaned. He pounded into you, his cock hitting the special spot that made your body twist and turn.

Tanaka moaned and wrapped a hand around your throat. “God y/n you’re so perfect, my little cock whore.” He gritted his teeth, quickening his thrusts. You gasped and threw your head back, letting out a scream as you came.

“Ugh fuck,” Tanaka held you in place, shooting ropes of hot sticky cum into your cunt.

Careful not to crush you, Tanaka laid on top of you supporting his weight with his arms. He pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead, brushing your hair out of your face. “Ready for round two Mrs.Tanaka?” You smiled and cupped his cheek. “Am I ever Mr.Tanaka.”

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fandom-strumpet · 4 years ago

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Game Night Confession Part 3

Summary: You and Kai are ready to take your relationship a step further. Turning over a new leaf comes with some consequences though and trouble strikes the town.

Word Count: 3,364 (Its a long one folks)

Warnings: Swearing, temporary character deaths, angst, basic TVD violence

You and Kai had been dating for a few months now and you were ready to ask him the question. You both were close enough now in your relationship anyway with the apartment so there were no more noise complaints from Elena or the Salvatores. Not that they had much room to judge. Kai was in the kitchen making breakfast and he greeted you over his shoulder when you made the floorboards creak in the hallway.

"Morning baby girl, I made breakfast. Figured I'd surprise you and let you sleep in."

"Awww thanks, it smells delicious," you gave him a hug from behind and snatched a piece of bacon off the plate. "Mmmm," you moaned, bacon was truly a gift from heaven.

Kai looked over at you and grinned, "I'm glad you like it."

Kai absolutely loved making you happy. Knowing this gave you confidence in asking him for things and having heavy conversations. You loved him more than anything and he, you.

"Kai?" he raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to continue your question.

"Will you turn me?"

"You know I already love turning you, but maybe not with pancakes on the stove," he winked playfully.

"That's not what I meant," you giggled and ran your hand up his arm onto his bare chest, "Will you turn me?"

Kai froze, the pancake sizzling after just being turned over.

"Pleeeeease," you stuck your lip out, batting your puppy eyes at him.

He stood for a moment, his lips pursed. "Yes."

"EEEEK!" You squealed.

"But-"

You stopped squealing, you knew there would be something he demanded in return and you were ready to give him whatever he wanted.

"I want to surprise you when I kill you. I'll give you my blood but I won't tell you when or where, it'll be fun. I promise it won't be anything too painful. It will be quick." You felt nervous for a second but pure euphoria overtook the feeling in a heartbeat as you realized just how close you were to spending eternity with the love of your life.

"So for almost 24 hours you're going to let me live with the anxiety and suspense of dying unexpectedly?"

"Yep," he tilted his head studying your reaction to his proposal.

"Alright." you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmmmmm" he hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss with a smile, "Is my baby ready for breakfast?"

You bit your lip trying to contain the joy screaming through your veins, "Yes! And thank you babe, for breakfast and for saying yes."

"Anything for my baby girl," he winked and set the plates of food down on the table. You blushed, hearing him call you baby girl always sent butterflies into your stomach. The nickname would never get old and you absolutely loved it. There was an excellent mood in the atmosphere as you both finished off breakfast. He cut his hand open and squeezed blood into a glass cup for you. The fluid looked so beautiful in the sunlight ad you grabbed the cup slowly, taking in what was about to happen. Raising the glass to your lips you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the iron flavored drink enter your body. Kai admired how fragile and beautiful you looked sitting there drinking his blood. It was weirdly attractive to see you like this. Standing up you head over to the bedroom doorway and look back with a devious smile.

"I'm going to shower, care to join?"

"Love to." Kai grinned back with lustful eyes.

--------Later at Lunch--------

"Y/N you can't be serious! This is not a life you want." Elena harshly whispered in the restaurant.

"I think it would be interesting to see you as a vampire," Damon said cooly but changed his tone and sat up when Elena shot him a glare, "Elena has a point though." He pulled her closer with his arm around her shoulder as a make-shift apology.

"Come on Damon, weren't you the least bit excited when Elena became a vampire so you could spend eternity together?" The couple looked at each other but remained silent.

"I think it's a good idea and I support you," Caroline stated. Elena's jaw dropped upon hearing Caroline of all people support you on this decision.

"Thank you Care! Thank you!" you leaned over and wrapped your arms around her in a hug. Caroline rested her chin on your head, "But Y/N?"

You looked up as she continued, "Just be careful okay?"

"I am, I know what I'm doing. Now all of you know not to be surprised if Kai kills me while I'm with you."

"Whatever." Elena mumbled and shook her head sliding out of the booth. Damon followed her lead but gave you a quick thumbs up and wink before disappearing. You were so excited, nobody could or should ever feel this way about being killed but to you it meant something different. Dear god, am I a psychopath for wanting this?

Stepping out of the grill, an arm wrapped around your throat and pulled you back. Instinct kicking in, your hands flew to grip the arm. You recognized the fabric and felt relief knowing what would soon be happening. Caroline looked on with a look of concern and possibly disgust on her face. With one swift movement his hand was on the side of your head and the world went black.

You woke up on the sofa in your apartment. Your head pounded, your lips felt cracked and your throat hurt like you hadn't drank anything in days.

"Good Morning sunshine," Kai grinned hopping off the barstool. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple blood bags. "Here, drink up. You need it."

You fumbled and opened the blood bag as swiftly as you could. You could feel the black veins on your face appear. Downing the first bag in a minute you ripped open the second one and wolfed it down as well. You gave a sigh of relief as the headache and pain faded away. You must have been out for a couple hours, based on the amount of sunlight making its way in. It was almost sunset.

"Better?"

"Much." You smiled, everything felt so much more heightened. Tears started to fall down your face, "Oh Kai..."

Kai's face scrunched up in concern, "What is it baby girl?"

"I love you so much," you sobbed.

Relief crossed his face as he understood what was happening. "Your emotions are heightened right now with the change but soon you'll have them under control."

You nodded and leaned forward to hug Kai's waist who was now standing over you. His arms wrapped around you and he rubbed your back which he knew always helped calm you down. His hand traveled to your chin to tilt it up so you were looking at him.

"Baby?" he wiped the last tear off your cheek/

"Yes?" you whimpered.

"How about we go out and celebrate tonight?" your brows furrowed at his proposal. Kai noticing your look continued, "I don't mean let's go and feed off people, I mean let's celebrate and go out to eat." He tilted his head waiting for your reaction.

You stood and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Yes! Yes I would love that!"

"Good," Kai smacked your butt, "Now go get ready princess."

Kai watched you skip off to the bedroom and smiled, his heart soaring at being able to spend forever with you.

-----------Later that Night-------------

You were so angry, you could hear the bartender's heart pounding and her blood, delicious blood coursing through her veins as she continued to beam at Kai. You glared and cleared your throat, catching the blonde's attention. Upon catching your look she huffed and turned away to check on another attractive brunet down the row. Kai turned and studied your face bemusedly.

"What?" you tried to shake off the look but it was too late.

"Are you- jealous?" he smirked.

"Ugh, I- I am not jealous. I just need some air."

Kai cocked an eyebrow, "O-kay."

Stepping into the alleyway you took a big swallow of the cool night air. It was only 8 but it already felt so late. You started to pace, taking your frustration out on the trash.

"I am not jealous, especially of some stupid blonde," you grunted and kicked a bottle hard sending it smashing against a brick wall. The back door of the bar opened and you jumped, expecting someone to come out yelling about the racket. Instead the blonde bartender stepped out a little too coolly, moving almost mechanically.

"What are you doing here?" you snapped.

"I don't know. This guy told me to come out here and for some reason I listened." She looked puzzled and your curiosity started to grow.

"Was it the guy I was with?"

"No. It was some other guy."

"What else did this guy say?" You inquired, allowing yourself to walk closer and closer to her.

"He told me not to scream." The girls voice trembled with this sentence.

Dear god. She had the most beautiful throat, you don't know how you missed it before. If only you could have a taste. No. You promised Caroline to be careful, you were a new vampire with limited restraint. You wanted to kill her. With every fiber of your being you wanted to drink her body dry. Almost as if she were reading your mind she tilted her head, moving her hair and exposing her neck more. Slowly she took a knife out of her apron and brought it to her throat.

"No! Don-"

But your plea was cut short when you saw the bright red liquid start to dribble down. You could feel your eyes change and teeth pop out. With a hiss you lunged toward her, sinking your fangs into her warm beating flesh. After drinking for so long, you entered an almost drunk like state. Stumbling back to your apartment, you manage to shower and clean yourself up, tossing the dirty clothes in the trash before finally passing out in bed.

Meanwhile back in the alleyway, Kai storms out looking for you.

"Y/N?" He stops walking when his shoes squelch. "Oh shit..." He looks down to see the dead blonde bartender from earlier, blood surrounding her neck which looked like it had been sloppily torn open. Black veins appear under his eyes and he looks up fast, taking a sharp breath in. After gaining control of himself, he covers his mouth and nose with his shirt diving in to clean up the mess you made.

"They're going to freak when they hear about this," he muttered, dragging the girl backwards down the alleyway.

You woke up with sunlight streaming onto your face making you groan and pull the sheets up.

"Good morning sleepy head." A husky voice drawled.

You froze, afraid to look at the guest in your home. "What are you doing here?" You asked, blanket muffling your question.

"Heard you had a wild one last night, just wanted to stop by and uhh ya know, check on my buddy."

Smiling painfully you pulled the blanket down to see Damon sitting on a chair across your room.

"I don't know what you mean."

Damon's fake smile disappeared and he frowned.

"Kai called last night after you 'stepped out for air' and he found a dead blonde in the alleyway."

You stifled a groan and he continued, "But that wasn't all, nooooo you had to go and continue the party of one around town."

"What?" Your nose wrinkled. You remembered drinking from the bartender and coming home, not going around town. "I did not do that Damon, you have to believe me."

"I don't." He snapped, "I believe your bloody clothes you half ass attempted to shove down the garbage disposal." He shook his head in disbelief.

You groaned and plopped your head back down onto the pillow.

"Alright, I drank blood from the blonde but I didn't hurt anyone else, I swear! I came right home and tried to clean up."

"You killed her, Y/N. There are three other dead people around town and you don't think that looks a little suspicious considering the circumstances?"

You paused, a look of grief sat on your face. The bedroom door opened and Stefan peered in, Kai leaning over his shoulder,

"Knock knock." Stefan called.

"Just go in Steven. Geez." Kai said exasperated, making you chuckle.

Damon's stern face cut your laugh short.

Stefan stepped in and turned to glare at Kai, "I don't know what Kai was thinking taking you out when you've just turned and still need to learn to control your bloodlust."

"I didn't kill all those people, you know." You cut in gravely.

Just then it dawned on you, the girl. You sat up quickly and grabbed your head in pain. It was like having a hangover with booze and blood. Ugh.

"Guys the bartender last night, she was acting weird."

"Yeah because death by vampire is a little weird." Damon rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm serious. The way she came out into the alleyway. Someone compelled her to come out, she said she wasn't allowed to scream and then she cut her own throat to get me to feed from her."

The Salvatore brothers stiffened and looked at each other.

"What? Do you two know something?" You looked between them frantically.

Stefan looked down and asked, "Did she say who compelled her?"

"Some guy in the bar but nothing else."

Damon ran his hand through his hair and blew out air, "I think we need to have a talk with someone."

Stefan nodded in agreement and in a flash, the Salvatore brothers had left your apartment. You looked pointedly at Kai who was now standing in the middle of your shared room. He shrugged his shoulder signaling to you that he had no idea what was going on. Huffing, you pushed yourself out of bed and walked past him to the kitchen. You needed a strong coffee for a day like this.

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"ENZO!" Damon bellowed,

Stefan followed Damon into the boarding house, ready to acknowledge the guest who had been staying with them recently.

"Hello there." Enzo stepped out from the kitchen wiping his bloody hands.

Stefan raised his eyebrows at the sight and Damon cleared his throat.

"Oh- sorry about the mess I was just prepping dinner." He smiled innocently.

"Cut the crap Enzo." Damon snapped, Enzo's smile remained plastered on unnaturally.

"What's the matter, Damon? You look like you've had a very busy night."

Stefan stepped forward, "Come on, we know what you did. Stop stalling."

Throwing the towel down the vampire sped over to Stefan, "You know what I did huh?" He sneered.

"You lot have known how I feel about Y/N. Since the beginning and I thought by now you would have gotten rid of the Parker bastard. So what did you do mate?" He spit out.

Damon put his hand between Enzo's and Stefan's chests to calm them down. Enzo had been Damon's friend long ago and he was still willing to stick up for Enzo and give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, but why frame Y/N for this?" Damon shook his head in question.

"If I can't have her, then Parker shouldn't either. She'll leave him when she realizes he can't help her. I'll just keep going until she breaks."

"We can't let you do this," Stefan started to grab Enzo's shirt when Enzo vampire sped behind him and snapped his neck.

"Now what? Are you going to try and stop me too?"

Damon bit his lip and grimaced at his words. Enzo had been in love with Y/N's doppelganger long ago. This fact that she was a doppelganger was unknown to her and the Salvatores had hoped to keep it that way. But with Enzo's new fury and determination to have her, things could be taking a turn for the worst. Without another word, Enzo stormed out of the house leaving a dead Stefan and a conflicted Damon. A few hours later Stefan woke up to find Damon sitting by the fireplace in his chair drinking his favorite bourbon.

"Augh" Stefan groaned, "Did you stop him?"

Damon remained stoic for a minute before responding, "No. I froze. He used to be my only friend." He swirled his drink looking down into it for answers.

"I get that he used to be your friend, I do. But we can't let him do this to Kai and Y/N. It's not fair. So you need to help me and our friends come up with a plan to stop him."

Damon furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, "Okay."

--------------At your apartment-----------

Enzo had been watching your apartment for a while now. Waiting for the man he so despised to leave and give you two time alone. At long last, Kai stepped out into the crisp night and headed off into the darkness. Waiting until he was clear out of sight, Enzo stepped out of his car adjusting his shirt and pulling the lively bouquet of flowers out.

"Ding dong," Enzo called out, knocking on your front door.

You creaked the door open slightly to see who it was, the door chain stopping you from opening it much further.

"Who are you?" You raised your eyebrow. Kai had told you not to let anyone in while he was out getting more blood bags.

"My name is Lorenzo St. John but you can call me Enzo." He smiled.

"Okay Enzo...And what brings you to my apartment?"

"Well darling, I thought it was time we were properly introduced. Do you mind if I come in?"

"Okay..." you said hesitantly. You closed the door to slide the latch over and opening it slowly, allowed Enzo to stride in like a gentleman.

"I brought you flowers," he held them out for you to grab.

You smiled at him with a curious look in your eyes, "Thanks. I'll go put these in a vase."

He followed you to the kitchen, looking around and taking in all that was your apartment. Digging around under the sink you finally found the curvy glass vase that you always wanted to use. Your anxiety started to build. Why is Kai taking so long? He should be back by now. Something about Enzo seemed off to you and you prayed that Kai would be home soon to help you deal with the charming stranger. You were itching to reach for you phone on the side table but knew that if Enzo suspected something was up then he might do something rash. Turning to face him you crossed your arms to find him seated comfortably at your table. A little too comfortably.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Do you have any blood bags, love?"

"No, sorry." You smiled weakly, "My boyfriend went out to get some more."

Enzo raised his eyebrows begrudgingly, of course you would mention your boyfriend. "I'll take a beer then."

"Sure thing." He rolled his eye as you turned to the fridge.

Speeding up behind you, he grabbed you around the throat and whispered, "Sorry about this, love." All went black.

When Kai arrived home he found the front door open. Panic rose in his chest as he yelled out for you.

"Y/N! Y/N?! Princess this isn't funny, where are you?"

Walking into the kitchen he found the fridge door wide open. He shoved the grocery bag full of blood bags in a shut it quickly. Speeding around, he checked the entire house but you were no where to be found. He ran his hands through his hair and that's when the vase caught his eye. A vase full of fresh flowers and a note attached.

For the most beautiful of all flowers and with much adoration,

Love, Enzo

Growling, Kai crumpled the note in his hand. He was going to rip this man to shreds when he found him. No one gets to take you from him. You were his and his alone.

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#kai parker fanfiction #kai parker imagine #kai parker #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #enzo st. john

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 4 years ago

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Bokuto x reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, noncon/dubcon, breath plAy, squirting, just read at your own risk

Closer

I stumbled around the frat house looking for my roommate. I was highly intoxicated. Slurring my words and could barely stand up without moving around. She was no where to be seen. I used the wall to keep my balance and had to mentally correct myself. There was way too many people in this house. I jumped when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around and could barely even see who it was. My vision was blurred and I wasn’t wearing my glasses or contacts so that made it even worst. “Huh?” I said. “YN it’s me, Bokuto!” I barely even heard the person say their own name. My ears picked up ‘toe’ and I searched through my mind trying to remember whose name has ‘toe’ in it. Oh! Bokuto. “You don’t look so good.” He said. I still didn’t understand what he was saying. “I’m tryin’ go dorm.” I slurred. I saw his head move up and down, he pulled me by the arm. He led me outside and we rounded a corner to his car. I didn’t know he drove. The fresh air felt so good unlike the stuffy house I was just in. He put me in the passenger seat and I heard his trunk opening and closing. When he got into the drivers seat he handed me a water bottle. I greedily drunk the whole bottle and sighed. I’ve been drinking nothing but dark liquor all night and this water really hit the spot. It even cleared me up a little. Bokuto talked while he drove but I was too focused on the night sky to even care about what he was saying. I actually didn’t even know he was talking until he touched my thigh. “Huh?” I asked him, I stared at the hand that rested on my thigh. Too drunk to move it. My head tiredly turning to look at him while still leaning on the window. “I asked if you’re in a relationship.” He repeated. I shook my head and looked back out the window. My eyes began to droop close.

I woke up when the engine cut off. The rumbling of the car stopped. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. “Are we here?” I asked. The small nap did sober me up a little more but my body still was intoxicated. We were not even close to the dorms. He pulled over at the side of the road and I could barely even see behind the trees. Where were we? “Not yet.” He unbuckled his seat belt and reached over me. My chair leaned all the way back and he unbuckled my seat belt as well. “What are you doing?” I asked about to sit up. His hands pushed my shoulders back. “Relax.” He had told me. My body calmed down but my heart was nearly pounded out of my chest. He climbed over me and his hands pushed up my dress. “Um, I don’t think I want to do this.” I stopped his hand and pushed myself back. “I promise I’ll be gentle. You can trust me.” He brushed his hand over my cheek. My mind was scrambled all I knew was that this was wrong. I didn’t want him touching me like this. He pulled my hand away and held my wrist tightly. Tight enough to leave a bruise, I couldn’t even twist my hand. “Bokuto,” I whispered it was more like a pathetic cry for mercy. He shushed me and kissed my cheek before pulling up my dress again. I whined and tried to wiggle out from under him. “You’re so pretty. When in first saw you I was truly fascinated by you. At first I thought it was infatuation and so I tried many times to sleep with you but you, *chuckles*, you were too smart. I like that. You made me want you more.” My other hand gripped his arm when I felt him touching my panty. “As I got closer to you, I started falling for you.” He ripped my panty and threw them somewhere in the car. I gasped and bucked my hips frantically when he palmed my vagina feeling my arousal already seeping down my leg. I swear it was the liquor, not me. “Please don’t do this.” I begged him. He pouted and asked why not? “I’ve been nice to you. I’ve been a excellent friend. All I ask is that we be more than that.” He said. He moved his hand to my thigh and hiked it up. I tried to force my leg back down and he sucked his teeth. He sat up and quickly pulled down his pants exposing his dick. He wasn’t completely hard but when he stroked himself he became erect. My eyes widened at his size. It was very proportionate to his body, thick and big. I twisted around and tried to open the back seat door but it was locked. He pulled me down by my leg, causing me to lose balance and hit my chin. I whinced and tears poured from my eyes. Bokuto ignored the heavy thud of my jaw on his door and laid me on my back as he spread my legs. I pushed his head and clawed at his skin but my attempts to fight back barely fazed him. My body was so weak. I cried out when I felt him pressing against my hole. My hands pushed his chest and my feet tried to push his hips away by he pushed my thighs into my chest. He looked up at me and back down to my hole a couple of times. “No!” I shook my head. He didn’t listen though. He moved his hips sinking his dick into me. I screamed and my hands clutched his shirt, wrinkling the fabric. My hole stretching to his size, he stared down watching himself disappear into me. Looking at the tiny spot of blood stain his penis, expanding my tight cunt just so he could fit. I wasnt as wet as I could be and it made it more painful than needed be. He grunted when he felt my walls squeeze and flex around him. “Please stop! Stop! I don’t want this!” I cried. “Ugh, your so tight! Fuck!” He yelled over me. His eyes squeezed shut and his hands squeezed my thighs tighter digging his nails into my skin. His hips crashed down into mine, forcing the rest of his dick inside of me. I let out a high pitch scream and arched my back. It was painful but pleasurable. Nothing compared to it. My thighs quaked in his grasp and he let out a heavy sigh.

Tears falling down my cheeks as he breathed heavily over me, slowly lowering his chest down to mine. Releasing my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. “Hold onto me.” He commanded. Unable to do anything else I listened to him and put my arms around his neck, sniffling and trying not to choke on my tears. He kissed my collar bone, my neck and finally placed his lips on mine. Giving me two pecks before a chaste kiss. He grind his hips against mine, moaning on my lips as his dick rubbed my cervix. How was he so deep? More tears streamed from my eyes. I let out a shaky cry and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into my mouth. Sloppily kissing me. My body heated up just from the kiss, my hands pulled his shirt and my chest arched into his when he pressed his dick a certain way. I involuntarily whined and moaned. His lips tugged into a smile as he continued kissing me. Everything happening in a matter of seconds but felt like an eternity. The alcohol and my body disobeyed my mind and began to succumb to him. The shame in me flying away as more moans left my lips. He pulled his chest back and stared at down at me, watching me pant out hot air. His hands wiped the tears from my face and he smiled softly at me. “I’m going to move now.” He said. His hips pulled back and he snapped them back. “Aah!” I cried out. It hurt, more than when he first put it in. This time the pain was deep and at my stretched hole. I clutched his shirt tightly and neatly choked him, the fabric stretched and tore a tiny bit. He moved his hips against mine, pushing my walls to give himself space. My legs locked themselves around his waist making it hard for him to move. He tapped my thigh and I shook my head no, I didn’t want him to move. His hand slapped my Outter thigh harshly, I jumped and loosened my legs. The next thrust made the car move, we both felt it. Bokuto got excited when he made the car shake, so he thrust in me again the same way. “Please! Wait!” I tugged his shirt. “Shh, it’ll feel good soon I promise you just need to get used to it. No more tears baby girl.” He bucked his hips into me again and again. Setting at steady pace, each thrust powerful and a loud moan erupted from my throat. “So beautiful,” He said lowly. His hand trailed down to my clit and he used one finger to rub small circles over it. My eyes crossed at the sensation and my body seized. It felt so good. “S-so good. F-feels good! Mmmm-ah!” When I started praising the feeling He sped up the pace. “Yes baby girl. Tell me how good you’re feeling.” His eyes staring into mine as he fucked me. His thrust were beginning to become too much for me. I pulled myself up and he sat back. I bounced on his lap as his hips thrust up. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He chanted. His hands pulling my hips down harshly. His dick abusing my cervix. My mind clouded and overwhelmed with lust and pleasure. “Much! ‘S much! Please!” I babbled over him, unable to form a proper sentence. My body was overwhelmed. He licked his thumb and put it on my clit and my body shook. My hands gripped his shoulders as my stomach bloated. My vagina gushing over him as my orgasm shot waves off ecstasy through my body. A silent scream left my mouth and he moved his hands to the neckline of my dress and tore it apart. He sucked on my breast and forced me to continue bouncing. I wheezed and moaned as he fucked me through my orgasm.

My legs were tired and my body was spent. Finish! That’s all i wanted him to do. Just finish. He lifted me up and off of his dick and put me on my knees. He plunged back in and pulled my hair. My hands on the window, I just noticed how foggy the windows are. Both of us panting and moaning as the car rocked back and forth. His hand slapped my ass aggressively and he growled behind me, pulling my head back more making my back arch. I let out a ugly cry when his movements became sloppy. His nails drawing blood at my hip as his nails dug into my skin, way too deep. “Stop! Hurt!” I cried again. My hands trying to hold onto anything as he gave my pussy no mercy. “Almost! Nngh! Done! Oh Shit!” His voice was deep and loud. He shoved my head down and fucked me vigorously. “Touch your clit baby, cum for me again.” He instructed me. My fingers touched my clit and I gasped at how wet I was. When my fingers rubbed my clit my body slumped and my hips feel as I instantly came over him. My eyes rolled back and my other hand scratched the leather seat. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah fuck!” His hips stuttered. His cum spilling into my womb. But he didn’t pull out. He pressed my head into the seat and nearly suffocated me. I felt him twitching inside me and his hissing breath above me. My hole clenched over him, milking him dry as his dick began to soften. Finally pulling out of my now sensitive hole and letting our mixed fluids escape my body. I pulled my body up and tried to sit up but he pulled me back into his lap. My back on his chest as he held a hand under my vagina and pushed on my stomach catching our mixed fluids in his hand. He brought it up to my lips, “lick it.” He said. I held his wrist and dragged my tongue from the bottom of his hand to his fingers. “Good girl.” He praised. He kissed my shoulder and massaged my waist.

He set me down in the back seat and I passed out tired and numb. When I woke up I was entirely naked. I jumped up but whinced and hissed in pain and looked around. This wasn’t my room. I felt moving beside me. Bokuto flipped over his pillow and hugged it. I slowly backed away, covering my body with the sheets. He stirred awake and rubbed his eyes. “Good morning baby.” He geeeted me. He looked over to the wall and looked at his clock, 2:56 pm. He sat up and reached out to me, cupping my cheek. “What happened last night?” I asked. My whole body was bruised up. Dark spots all over my brown skin. He grabbed his phone and searched through it. When he found what he was looking for he put it in my face. I was in his bed sucking his dick. He recorded that?! I didn’t even know or care.

My jaw ached as I sucked him. Bokuto pushed my head down more and moaned loudly. Small moans vibrated over his dick from me. Unaware of the flash that was giving me far too much light. He pulled my head back and thick bubbly saliva covered my mouth and connect the tip of his dick to my lips. I pumped him as he made sure to record the drool that left my mouth. I ignored the phone and looked up at him, sticking out my tongue and began to pump him faster, putting his tip on my tongue waiting and wanting to catch all his thick cum in my mouth. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. You want my cum? *i nod* so greedy baby.” He chuckled and pushed my head back down making me suck him off again. My mouth hollowed around his cock, loving the flavor of his skin and my saliva with a bit of pre cum. His hand gripped my hair tighter and his thighs squeezed my head as he was about to spill into my mouth. I used my other hand to massage his balls and his toes curled behind me. He forced my head into his pelvis, his cock hitting deep in my throat as he spilled his semen down my throat and I drank it hungrily. Groaning and shaking my head to add to his pleasure. He was loud above me and it aroused me more. “I love you so much!” He panted as his body relaxed. His hand no longer on my head and thighs not squeezing me anymore. I pulled back and his dick left my mouth with a small pop sound. My dress, around my hips, tattered and destroyed. I pulled it off and looked at him. He got off his bed and set the phone up where everything was visible to who ever views it. “Please again!” I begged him. Bokuto laughed as he got into the bed, on his knees as he pulled me close. He wiped the saliva from my mouth and kissed me nastily. His tongue tasting his cum in my mouth and he moaned a little. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him put me on my back gently. “What do you want me to do?” He asked me while kissing my jaw. “Eat me out, please.” I begged, spreading my legs and holding them back with my hands. “You like how I do it?” I nodded and he snickered. He dipped down and gave my slit a long lick. I bit my lip as he stared at me. His mouth sucked on my clit and my eyes rolled back. He made me feel so good so fast. He turned me into his whore over night. The alcohol no longer in my system to cloud my thoughts and numb the pleasure. It was like I hit a high of ecstasy without drugs. I loved it. I loved him. His fingers fucked my hole and I was already so close. My walls clenching over his fingers and he smiled knowing I was really close to another orgasm. My nails scratched my skin and I let out a loud cry. “Aah! Please more! I want more! Please!” I begged him. His tongue lapped my clit vigourouly and his fingers pushed against a spot that made my whole body shake. My eyes crossed and I tried to push his head away. He didn’t stop and even followed me as I pushed my self back. Moaning over my clit sending overwhelming vibrations though my body. My leg pushed his shoulder finally getting his tongue off my clit but his fingers still fucked me. I whined and cried my stomach bloated and I felt like it was going to pop. He moved his thumb over my clit and moved his fingers faster until I squirted. My back arched and my eyes shut close. My legs clamped together and I turned onto my side. My whole body shook as my orgasm rocked through me.

“Good job baby. Very good, would you like my cock as a reward?” He praised me. As if he said the magic words, I nodded my head and whined. My body still shaking but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more. I spread my legs and he pulled my hips towards his lap. Slapping his dick over my cunt a few times. My hips jumped and he sank his dick inside me again. My hole so wet and molded to his dick that it was easy for him to just slide right in. “Your insides are so warm. And your walls hug me so nicely.” He stroked my thighs. I moaned a little and bucked my hips. “This, is goin’ to hurt.” He smiled evilly. He moved his hips back and slammed into me. A loud wet smack emitted from our connected body’s. My ass and thighs jiggled from the hard thrust. “Ahhh!” I screamed. It did hurt. But the pain was almost numbing. Why did it feel like that? He thrust again and my teeth clenched. His thrust got faster and harder. I used my hand to push his hips away but he pinned my hands above my head. “No, take it like a a god girl. This is going to be the last time I fuck you tonight so enjoy it.” He said against my cheek. My body convulsed as sudden orgasm washed over me. Was it his words? Or was it the way his dick hit my cervix? “Yes daddy.” I agreed to his words and he stopped. His free hand wrapped around my neck. Applying pressure making me gasp for air. When did he get so dominant? What made him turn from the friend I liked to a dirty dom who fucked me like a whore he hated? His hips snapped into mine and my moans turned in high pitched cries. “So fucking good. You like daddy’s cock fucking you like this?” His hand made it impossible for me to let out anything more than a squeak. His eyes clouded with dominance as he fucked me through many orgasms, denying his own just so I would be sore for weeks. He kissed me and I knew I was done for. I couldn’t breathe and it was adding to my pleasure. I was now deeply in a subconscious that had me seeing white. Biting my lip and smiling as my neck bruised and my pussy swelled around his dick. He grunt and nearly howled with each thrust. He let go of my hands and neck and used my hips to fuck me rougher. His pace now fast and sloppy. No rhythm or coordination, just mindles pounding. My eyes crossed as I tried to hold out as long as I could. With one final thrust we both cried out as we orgasmed together.

The memory was so vivid in my head. The after care was so nice but we both passed out after he wiped me clean. That was last night though. I looked at him and he gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry I won’t send it to anyone, my eyes only I promise. But you should lay back down, you could hurt your body if you force yourself to move too much. You’re not fully awake.” He told me. Gently helping me back into the bed. His fingers trailing my neck, I whinced when he touched the bruise that was there. My body covered in them. “I really did a number on you. I’m sorry baby.” He pecked my lips and played with my hair. Bokuto pulled the sheets over my shoulder and tucked me into his bed before he got out. I watched him get dressed. When he was done he kissed my forehead. “I’ll get us food.” He said. “And I’ll stop by your room for some stuff.” He added before leaving.

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pascal-istheway · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 3

Kink: Sleepy Sex [18+]

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: There was just this idea of being so exhausted and sleepy and Frankie being so needy and how he would just need you so badly despite the fact that you’re so tired. ugh just let me have this

Word count: 1.4k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

The sound of rain tapped off the window of your small apartment you and Frankie got together last year. You’d spent the better part of a month decorating it, getting the guys to come over from his unit to help rearrange the used furniture you’d bought at a second-hand store knowing it was better to just show up with it in the bed of your old beat-up truck than to ask Frankie if you could buy it. Not that he would have objected anyway. He loved you and seeing the way your face lit up when you found some rare, “one of a kind” antique made him fall in love with you even more.

You curled up in the blankets wearing his sweatshirt, the smell almost gone after wearing it almost every night for the last six months. Frankie’s unit had been called out on another mission somewhere south of the border, you didn’t bother to ask. Sometimes it was better not to know, the scarce satellite calls only made you miss him more, and knowing where he was would only entice you to hop on a flight and join him - again. Being a journalist had its perks.

You had joined him once when he told you he was in the same city you were doing a story in. The ass-chewing you got wasn’t nearly as bad as the fucking he gave you for breaking the rules. But not being able to walk straight the next day made it all worth it. God how you missed him.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of thunder, wishing he was there with you. You could almost hear him whispering your name, telling you “I’m here, my love…”

As if you were able to pull him from memory, a click of the door pulled you out of a deep slumber, and in walked a very drenched, and very real Frankie. His bag dropped at his side when he saw your sleepy little head pop out from under the blankets, eyes barely registering what you were seeing.

He kicks off his boots, walking towards you, one piece of clothing coming off at a time as he makes it to the bed almost completely naked. You smile up at him, eyes half-closed, and reach a hand out to touch him but miss, your tired arm falling just short of your mark.

“Hello my sleepy angel,” you hear him whisper as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple, “God, did I miss you.”

“Mmmm Frankie, baby, you’re home,” rolling over, you open the blankets which he willingly climbs right in. His warm body wraps around you, hands touching your soft skin beneath his sweatshirt, “Is this mine?” he asks, pulling at the fabric.

“Mmmhm, I missed you,” you snuggle into his chest, planting soft kisses on the little dusting of hair in the center. You breathe in, smelling him for the first time again since he left. It’s one of the best things you’ve smelled in weeks, feeling like even though the smell had faded from the shirt, it has somehow come back to life in your arms.

His mouth takes yours, soft and gentle kisses that turn more frantic with each breath. You could feel how much he missed you with each shared breath and you taste the rain on his lips as he parts them, feeling his tongue slip inside your mouth and explore yours.

Eventually, he tips you on your back, laying you there gently as he hovers over you, and you moan quietly, his hands moving up under the old sweatshirt. You let him move his body against yours, his hips grinding against you as you feel him becoming painfully hard beneath his own boxers. You don’t know exactly how long you make out with him, but it’s long enough that your body has completely relaxed, opening for him completely.

It’s only when your eyes start to close for a moment too long that you realize you’re painfully close to falling back asleep. “Fuck, Frankie baby, I need you so badly,” you whisper to him in the darkness, lifting your chin to break away from him, “but baby I can’t keep my eyes open… I’m falling asleep here.”

“Can I…” he hesitates, “can I just taste you then?” the words come out as a whisper against your jaw, despite knowing how badly he needs this you feel his cock throb against you at the idea. “Please, I just… it’s been so long, I just need you.”

You nod but warn him, “I might fall asleep… I don’t want you to be offended.”

“Baby, you couldn’t offend me right now,” he laughs quietly.

You feel him shift lower in the covers, his hands sliding down your body as he removes your panties. It takes you a moment before a loud sleepy moan escapes your lips at the feeling of his tongue plunging between your folds, lapping your cunt slowly and methodically.

He spreads your legs for you, massaging your thighs as he sucks and licks, teasing and tasting you, strictly for pleasure. The feeling is undeniably one of the best you’ve ever felt, if only you weren’t half awake.

“Frankie…. Baby, I-” you feel the familiar wave of pleasure tightening in your belly, “I’m… I’m gonna-” your words get lost around the moaning and sounds of his tongue driving deep into you. His fingers find their way to your center, probing you one at a time as he massages your walls with his thick finger.

Your back arches as your cunt clenches around him, the feeling overwhelming you as your orgasm rips through your core. Legs tightening and shaking at the feeling while his tongue laps away at you, drinking every last bit of you.

“Fu-fuck…” you whisper, your hands unclenching from the sheets and weaving into his hair.

“That’s right baby, just like that,” the words tickle your skin as he crawls back up and moves behind you. His hands fumbled with the last of his own clothing, the fabric being slowly lowered behind you so you can feel his bare legs brushing against yours, the small hairs tickling the back of your legs.

“Baby,” you feel his hands slide down over your ass, squeezing your plump flesh as he goes, “can I just slip inside, just for a minute?”

If you’d been awake, you’d laugh at the fact that he’s even asking, but in your sleepy state, you just push your ass into his hips, grinding slightly against his cock. A moan escapes his own throat as his hands part your folds and he rubs his fingers in your slick moisture before rubbing himself with it. You feel his breath pick up, the warmth tickling the back of your neck as he lines himself up with your center and slips the head inside.

His cock pulses against your flesh, his restraint is failing as he thrusts softly into you to fully sheath himself. The sound he makes comes out strangled, like a wounded animal. Then he starts moving, slowly and thoughtfully, to the point where it’s almost painful.

The speed picks up slightly, the sound of your skin together starting to echo from under the sheets. You feel his lips come to your shoulder as he plants a kiss softly on your skin.

“Ba-baby… fuck, I can’t hold my-myself much longer,” he grunts into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking down as you let you a moan of your own.

“Do what you need, I’m right here for you,” your hand reaches around and holds his hip as he pushes himself into you over and over again.

“Fuck, that-” he thrusts harder, “god damn it why are you s’so perfect?”

His breath becomes ragged as his thrusting becomes harder, his hands snaking up the sweatshirt you wear to grab your breast. You feel his cock swell inside you, stretching you as he fills you completely. You can tell he’s on the verge of orgasm, his sounds becoming more wild and uncontrolled as he lets himself go.

The waves of orgasm hit you all at once, your pussy clenching him for dear life as he pours himself deep inside you in short, deep thrusts. The fullness in your belly holds you in your orgasm, your tight hole becoming unbearably tight around him.

“Fu-fuck,” he breathes into your hair, kissing you slightly as he pulls himself out.

You don’t remember him getting out of bed or cleaning you up, but you barely register him crawling in behind you and wrapping you in his arms, pulling you close to his naked body and whispering, “this sweatshirt looks so damn good on you,” before both of you drift off to sleep together.

#sleepy sex #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #kinktober2021 #kinktober #pascal-istheway #kinktober day 3

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chillassimagines · 4 years ago

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Prized - Stiles Stilinksi Smut

(REQUESTED)

Ever since you had a near death experience with the pack, your boyfriend Stiles, has never been the same. You went to his house more often, per his request, and your parents joked with you that your room was collecting dust. In public he’d wrap his arm around you tighter. When you kissed he’d make it last longer. When you were intimate he would be hesitant and soft. He became possessive at times or over protective when it came to pack things.

Of course, you felt effected by the events, but it seemed Stiles felt the effects almost constantly.

“Scott!” Stiles shouted loudly from downstairs. You watched as Scott sighed and peeked his head out from his room.

“She’s in here, Stiles.” Before Scott could even sit back down on the bed, Stiles was thumping up the stairs. You stood up from Scott’s side, offered Stiles a smile, and open arms as he appeared in the doorway.

“Hi baby.” You spoke softly, hoping your tone dialed his back a few notches.

“I missed you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your forehead a few times.

“You saw me at school today, Stiles.” You once again, kept your tone kind, because Stiles was obviously in a fragile state.

“I know, I know...I know, it’s just, too long.” You looked up at him as he was encapturing you in his arms.

“I think Scott’s okay to finish without me looming over his shoulder, why don’t we head back to your house?” You asked him, knowing full and well what his answer would be.

“I’ll go warm up the car.” He smiled and gave you one of those sweet long kisses, before thumping back downstairs.

“Y/N.” Scott said in a warning tone. You groaned and turned around to begin getting your things off of his bed.

“Scott, I don’t want him to pull away from me!” You whined.

“He needs reassurance, Y/N. That you’re okay when he’s not around, that other people won’t just stand by, and that you can actually sleep peacefully alone. This isn’t healthy for him, Y/N, and you know it. He won’t listen to anyone else either.” Scott helped you put your school supplies in your bag.

“I know...you’re right. I’m just scared. I love him.” Scott smiled sweetly at you, knowing how much you cared for his best friend, and that’s how he knew this would turn out fine.

“That’s why he will still love you after you talk with him. Love him enough to give him what he needs.” He squeezed your hand before handing you your backpack strap in its place. You swung your bag over your shoulder and blew him a kiss.

“Thanks Scotty.” He rolled his eyes playfully and nodded.

“Anytime.”

“C’mere.” You gestured for Stiles to approach you in the kitchen. He was making some of your favorite popcorn, unbuttered and drizzled with white and dark chocolate. He didn’t hesitate to walk over to you and allow you to put your hands on his cheeks. You leant up and gave him a long kiss, which you prompted into more kisses. When you pulled away Stiles’ cheeks were a bit tinted.

“Woah, best random act of the day.” He mumbled making you laugh and wrap you arm around his waist as he went back to putting the chocolate covered popcorn on the counter to cool.

“Well, I can tell you it had purpose.” You slipped your hands under his long sleeved shirt to rest your hands on his stomach. He looked down at you with a raised brow and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Is that right?” You could have shivered right out of your panties then and there. He knew when he said that line, that you were going to jump his bones.

“Mhmm. The purpose of you taking all, of my clothes off, upstairs.” You winked at him and speedy walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to Stiles’ room. You could hear him walking calmly up the stairs and you were growing impatient. “Stiles! If you don’t run your ass in here right now-” The thumping sounded and soon he was in the doorway.

“I was trying to be sexy.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and hooked your fingers around his waistband.

“You already are all the sexy I need, Stilinski.” You pushed his pants down to his knees and forced him to move so that his back was facing the bed. You sat him down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought I was taking your clothes off?” He teased once more. With that you took your shirt off and unclipped your bra.

“I changed my mind.” You moved to straddle his waist. “But you can definitely remove your shirt.” He didn’t hesitate. You softly tilted his chin upwards so you could place your lips on his jawline. You began sucking along his skin to give him bursts of purple and red patches. His hands were only rested on your hips, but you grabbed his hands with your own and placed them on your breasts.

“Fuck.” He whispered in your ear and you could feel him growing hard underneath you. He softly fondled your breasts, which was enjoyable, but you wanted something more.

“Harder, Stiles, please.” You pleaded directly into his ear and wrapped your lips around his earlobe. He began rolling your nipples between his fingers, eliciting soft moans from your mouth. You began grinding your hips against his hard on and you didn’t start slow.

“Ugh fuck, Y/N, baby, slow down.” You raised your head and looked him in his eyes as you shook your head.

“I’ll help you.” You quickly pulled off your shorts and tugged his boxers down his thighs just enough so you could unhand his member from his restraints. Your wet underwear pressed against his length and you continued your grinding. Stiles threw his head back with his mouth hung open, making you want to finish right then and there. “You like that?” You moaned right above his ear.

“If you don’t, slow-I’m gonna, cum.” You smiled lazily as you pressed his hand tighter around one of your breasts.

“Then cum, Stiles.” You hummed, relishing in the feeling of his short nails digging into your breast.

“I can’t.” You gasped as you felt your body being turned over onto your back. Stiles stood up at the edge of the bed and began fully undressing himself.

“Stiles, you know it’s okay if you cum first once in awhile, right?” He tossed his bottoms over into his hamper and turned to you. He began shimmying your bottoms off as well.

“Sure.” You furrowed your brows and sat up. He was taken aback at your movements.

“Stiles, I’m being serious.” You spoke firmly.

“I know, but not tonight.” He softly caressed your cheek. You licked your hand, leaving as much saliva as you could, and grabbed onto his member. You began tugging at a fast pace, seeing how worked up he had gotten previously, and he was bound to cum soon. “Y/N, fuck!” He moved his hand off of your cheek to grip your shoulder.

“Just let go, Stiles.” You cooed softly, slowly sinking to your knees. He threw his head back and grunted into the air. You wrapped your lips around his head and his other hand whipped around so fast to grasp at your skull. You moaned around him and took him further into your mouth.

Stiles could be rougher, impatient, and many other things. He just clammed them all up after that night. You were ready for that guy to come back freely.

“Fuck, do that again!” He ordered through grinding teeth. You kept continuously moaning around him and he thrusted himself into your mouth. “I’m there, I’m there.” You felt him try to pull back, so you smacked your hands against his thighs to keep him close. “Fuuck.” He let out a high pitched whine as you tasted him and his bliss on your tongue. You kept him in your mouth as you made sure he rode out his high.

You released him from your mouth, your tongue catching the mix of saliva and his cum that strung from his tip.

“I’ve been waiting for that for 3 months, Stiles.” You exhaled deeply and sat yourself back up on the bed, licking your lips.

“To give me head?” He asked in confusion, breathing heavily.

“To have you let go and be yourself. Not worry about me.” You threw your hair up into a ponytail and Stiles leant down to press his lips to yours while you were doing so.

“I’ll always worry about you, Y/N.” You flinched as you felt his finger rub against your clit.

“Stiles, I’m trying to talk-“

“And I’m trying to fuck, okay?” Your eyes widened, but Stiles pressed his lips against yours once again. The kiss turned into kisses pretty quickly and he pressed his other hand against your stomach so you would lean back onto the bed. You moaned against his mouth as he sped up his pace. The hand that was no longer busy lifted you knee up and out to give him more access. “Keep it there.” He broke the kissing session.

“Faster, Stiles.” You begged him, hoping he would finally not be hesitant. He leant his forehead against yours, but his eyes were angled downward.

“Louder.” You opened your mouth to do so when one finger was inserted inside of you, taking your breath away momentarily. You only let out a whimper. “What was that?” He asked softly, only pumping in and out of you at the same pace that he was rubbing you.

“Shit, Stiles...faster, please.” You whined a little louder.

“One more time, baby.” You arched your back so your breasts were pressing against his heated chest.

“Fuck me, Stiles!” You shouted, as your hips grinded up against his hand.

“Good enough.” His speed picked up within a blink of an eye. Your harsh gasps seemed to egg him on.

“Just like that.” You cried as you tightened your grip on the sheets. He entered another finger inside of you and you clamped your legs together, trapping his arm. “Oh fuck!” You cried as you could feel his fingers struggling, but still going at your sensitive areas.

“Open your legs, Y/N.” He spoke calmly. You shook your head and clamped your eyes shut too.

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t Stiles.” You whimpered quietly. Your hips were lifting up off of the bed to gain more friction against the digits inside of you. Stiles took his free hand and ripped your thigh away from the other. His other hand left you and held the other thigh apart as well.

“You’re so wet.” You opened your eyes to see Stiles staring down at your throbbing privates. He usually wasn’t so bold. You watched as he scooted further up onto the bed and thrust inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrusted harshly inside of you repeatedly.

“Oh my god!” You cried loudly and you could feel Stiles lean his chest down against yours. His arms released your thighs and went under your back so his hands cradled your head. Your thighs smacked against his as your wrapped them around his. At this he slowed down the pace, so he could slowly grind up into you.

You opened your eyes once more to watch the man you love squeeze his eyes closed in immense pleasure.

“Stiles, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, feeling his hips jut into you at the end of each grinding motion. You wrapped your arms around his back, loving the heat you two were creating.

“I love you. And fuck, I will let go.” He opened his eyes and leaned his forehead onto yours again.

“Thank you.” And right after you felt euphoria. Your nails dug into his back, making him grunt, as he sped up the thrusting just a little. You moaned out loudly and graciously as your thighs shook from your orgasm. You felt his cum shoot sporadically inside of you and in that moment you loved the feeling so much you thanked god for birth control.

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yourfangirlfriend · 4 years ago

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It’s Nothing Serious - Chapter Four

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Notes: Idk someone’s reading this

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“It’s not serious.”

You almost turn and walk back to your apartment.

Instead, you blink at him.

“Isn’t that shirt supposed to be white? ”

He closes his eyes and brings hand up to face and sighs.

“It’s not-“

“It’s a gunshot!”

“Is this going to be a lecture? Or did you want to drink?”

You shake your head and push past him, swinging the bottle of whiskey you brought him like you’re about to bring it down on his coffee table. You hear the door close behind you and turn.

“Alright. Let me see it.”

“What?”

“I’m not giving you a drink until I see it.” You pluck the whiskey back up from the table, holding it up.

“I have my own-“

“Javier, you stubborn fucking man-“

“ Fine.” He brings his hands up to his neckline and begins to strip off his bloody shirt. You stand there waiting, grinding your teeth when he pulls off his right shoulder and you see the bloody bandaging underneath. He tosses his shirt to the floor and brings his hands to his hips, before bringing them forward and gesturing, as if to say “enough?”

“Fuck, man!” You stride forward, stopping just in front of him. You raise your hand as if to touch, but pull back. You look back up at him, horrified.

“It’s not a real gunshot wound.”

“Oh, just a figurative one?”

“I-“ he turns his head to the side and growls in frustration. You ignore the feeling it causes between your legs. “It’s just a graze. It didn’t go through.”

You fix him with a look. He shakes his head, like he can’t believe you’re reacting like this. “Am I clear?”

You drop your arms from where you had them crossed and turn back, making your way to the kitchen. “Alcohol thins your blood and delays healing.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” He sits back on the couch, stretching his arms out across the back and dropping his head back. You return to the couch with two glasses, sitting down next to him.

“You’re not taking those pills with this, are you?” You nod to the bottle on the coffee table’s edge. He lifts his leg up and kicks the bottle off. What a baby.

“If you were going to come nurse me, you could have at least worn the little dress.” He reaches and takes the whiskey you offer him. You roll your eyes and relax into the couch beside him, taking a sip.

“How long did they send you home for?” You ask, your eyes falling back to the bandage.

“Two days rest, a week desk work.” He takes another drink.

“Aw, a pencil pusher like the rest of us,” you reach forward and pinch his cheek. He reaches up and seats your hand away. You giggle.

“You’re annoying,” he says, reaching to the side table for a pack of cigarettes. Despite his statement, he pulls a second one out for you.

“I hang around children all day.” You reach out with your lighter and light the two ends for him. He holds the second one out for you. “Probably why I get along with you so well.”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans. He leans back, exhaling a long puff of smoke. The two of you sit in a not uncomfortable silence for a moment. You look around his apartment, scanning for any signs of personality, but find it lacking. No pictures, no books, even the tv looks dusty. You bring the glass to you lips again before asking:

“What are you going to do for two days laid up?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“No but really,” you say. “Like, you going to knit or something?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to ask what do you do for fun?”

He turns and looks at you like you just asked who the president was.

“You’ve seen it,” he says after a beat, dropping his eyes back down and leaning forward to ash. “You’ve been it.”

“And what an honor it was,” you nudge him with your foot. “Come on, not even reading?”

He shakes his head and gestures outwardly. “I fucking hunt down drug traffickers all day, alright? I count corpses for fun, how about that? What do you do, late night book club with third-rate soccer players?”

You frown and put your drink down on the coffee table. Standing, you bend over to put out your cigarette.

“If you want to be a dick, you can drink on your own.” You make to walk past him. “I’ll see you around.”

You hear him sigh behind you.

“El, wait.”

El?

You turn and see him standing, bent over to stub the cigarette out. When he stands straight, you avoid gazing down at the way his jeans fall on his hips.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He says.

You don’t say anything.

He sighs and drops his head. “Today was bad. It’s been bad for a while. I thought I was handling it, wasn’t letting it affect me but...well,” he gestures to his bandage. Your stomach drops seeing the blood again. He waits for a response but when you’re still quiet, he throws his arms up, exasperated. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I don’t want to be a dick, I just want to drink and smoke and” his eyes dart anywhere else in the room. “...hang out with you and think about something else.” He drops his hands to his side, before looking back at you.

You narrow your eyes and take slow determined steps forward until you’re in front of him. Maintaining eye contact, you bend down and pick up his glass of whiskey, bringing it up for a long pointed sip. You swallow, then extend your fore finger, pointing to his face.

“... second rate soccer player,” you correct.

And it takes everything to maintain your character and not to join him as he bursts out laughing.

———————

“Javi, no, I’m too drunk-“

“It’s just a bandage-“

“I’m not good with blood!“

“You said your dad hunts-“

“Thisisafuckingfleshwound!” You snap. You’re swaying in the doorway of his bathroom, squaring off against him as he leans against the sink.

“I can’t lift my arm, hermosa.” He says. “I need some help.”

You stare at him, a frown on your face. When he shrugs.

“Fine!” You huff, putting you whiskey down on the floor. You go to stand in front of him and take a deep inhale.

“...in order to change a bandage-“

“Shut up,” you cut him off. Nodding at your own resolve, you bite your lip and reach up to grab the corner. Quickly, perhaps too quickly judging by the way Javi flinches, you rip the bandage off.

“Ugh!” You make a vomit sound. It’s much deeper than you thought it would be. Even if it was a graze, that’s a fucking gun shot wound. The angry, red stitches seep with blood.

“I told you! I told you about the alcohol thinning thing!” You say.

“Can you just-?”

“God, it’s so deep-“

“Eloise, put the fu-“

You pull the new bandage open and grimace as you hold it up, hovering over the deep, ugly line. Gently, gently as you can, you press down on the adhesive, nibbling at your lip when it looks like he’s in pain. When you finish you step back, like the thing might bite you.

“There- there!” You say.

“You did it.” Then, he brings both his hands up to run along the outside, smithing it. Be breaks into a smile when sees the face you make. “Pretty good for a beginner.”

“You asshole! I told you I don’t like blood!” You reach forward and push his shoulder. Immediately he hissed in pain. “Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry! I’m sorry-“

———

“I should...take a pain pill,” he says from behind you as he lays down, eyes closed on the couch. You sit up from where you’re sat in front of him, smoking a cigarette, and turn to chide him.

“ No.” You slur. “You’ll...you’ll die.”

He blows a raspberry.

“Shut up, that’s how Judy Garland died!” You turn back forward and lay your head back, resting on his arm. You close your eyes.

“It hurts,” he says.

“You’ve just got to focus on something else. You can will your consciousness-“

“Christ, your parents really were hippies.”

“-fucking told you- anyway, don’t think about that. Think about...” you smack your lips, trying to think. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

He laughs. “Psssh. What?”

“I bet you were 15.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Were you?”

“...sixteen,” he concedes. “What about you?”

“...how long ago did we first have sex?”

“... What-“

You let out a deep belly laugh. “Oh my god, you are so gullible. I can’t believe you’re a fucking agent-“

“- I didn’t actually believe you!.”

“Yeah, alright.” You shake your head.

“...Well?”

“What?”

“How old?”

You take a deep sigh. “Twenty.”

He laughs. “Nerd.”

“Slut.”

He nudges your head with his shoulder, and you break out in a smile.

“See? Not hurting anymore.”

————

“-No, where Carter went wrong-“

“Oh please regale me, Mr. ‘Nixon Had his Good traits’ -“

“Will you listen-“

“I bet you voted for Reagan-“

“ Don’t insult me-“

________

“Oh wow.”

“What?”

“No just, you being an only child makes sense.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” You laugh.

He smiles, looking away from you. “That I’m...independent...”

You laugh harder.

—————-

“Apartment looks like a serial killer’s-“

“What?”

“Put one picture of your mother up-“

————

“...I should buy a boat-“

“- You should totally buy a boat.”

——————

You wake up to a room lit up by the blue that precedes the rising sun. You pull your head up from where you’ve been leaned back, still resting on Javi’s arm. Pushing up onto your feet like a baby deer, you survey the damage left on the coffee table. The whiskey bottle is empty, and a few cans of beer are scattered across countless cigarette butts and ash, the result of an upturned ashtray and drunken laziness. Deciding it’s a job for later, you turn to Javi, who’s still asleep, mouth agog.

“Javi,” you reach forward and shake him. He barely stirs. You shake him again. “Javier.”

He jolts away, turning towards you rapidly. In the second he doesn’t recognise where he is, his eyes flash in such a way your chest aches. “What...”

“We fell asleep in your living room ...and I am still very drunk...” you swallow. “But you need to sleep in a bed. Come on.” You reach your hand down to pull him up. He takes your hand, standing slowly. You wrap your arm around his waist, urging him back towards his bedroom.

When you get to the edge of the bed, you deposit him on the edge of his mattress. You hear him him as you walk to the adjoining bathroom and fill the cup of water there. You try and drink as slowly as possible, and refill it after you’ve downed the cup. Walking back to the bed, you shake Javi awake once again.

“Javi-“

“Mmrpff.”

“Sit up and drink this.”

His eyes still closed, he sits up and takes the glass. He gulps it down before handing it back in your vague direction. You place it on the table beside him.

“Before I go-“

“Wha? No, don’t be stupid.” He reaches up and pulls you down to lay beside him. He turns on his back, giving you some room “Go to sleep.”

You open your mouth to protest, but you then you think...why not. You’re still drunk, and while you know it’s going to hurt in the morning and you’ll want nothing more to be in your own bed, in your own wallowing, something’s keeping you on the mattress beside him. Convenience, you decide.

“These sheets better be washed,” you mumble as you settle in beside him. You hear him chuckle before you’re asleep.

———————

You’re right.

It does hurt.

You can barely open your eyes before the morning light is giving you a headache. Turning away from the light, you open your eyes further to see Javi standing by the bed, the pain pills bottle open and in his hand.

He looks rough, and he’s ready for you to scold him. He holds up a hand in pre defence.

“Don’t -“

“Sssh,” you wave your hand. You reach out your palm. “Give me two.”

—————

The two of you wake again a few hours later. In your drugged, heavy sleep you seem to have gone diagonal in the bed, forcing Javier to the edge, your face pressed into the back of his neck. You try righting yourself, giving him some room as you stretch. You sit up and press the heel of your palm into your eyes, shaking your head. You turn to look down at your companion, who’s stirred awake.

“What time is it?” He murmurs. You turn to look at the clock.

“1:30,” you say. He shakes his head.

“Not ready.”

“Me neither.” You say. You feel a tug on your shirt from behind you, urging you back. You give in, and lay back. He puts his chin on your shoulder, burying his nose in your neck, an arm sling across your front.

“Hmmm,” he says as way of an invitation.

And you drift back off.

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When you both wake up again at 4:40, you pull him out of bed and into the living room to try and get some food in him. All he wants, though, are cigarettes. It turns into a tense negotiation, with you threatening to light his pack up on the gas stove if he didn’t try to at least east a piece of toast. After the first, though, neither of you can get enough, and you end up making the worlds shittiest grilled, hungover cheese sandwiches. When you’re both sat at the table on your second sandwich, you raise your head.

“We slept the whole day, and I still feel like shit. And now my sleep schedules fucked.”

“We could go back to sleep,” he says taking another eager bite.

“How is that possible? We slept about 12 hours.”

He holds up the pill bottle, rattling it.

“...Aren’t you in the DEA?” You hold out your hand.

He pops the lid and deposits two in your palm before dropping two more in his own. “I’m off today.”

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When you wake up on Sunday morning around 11, he’s already up, sitting on the couch with a coffee and plate of eggs. As you wander into his periphery, he turns to look at you.

“Made coffee,” he holds up his mug. “Eggs.”

“Thanks,” you walk over to the sink and fill up a glass of water. You walk over to the couch and drop into the corner. He’s still shirtless in his jeans, but looks a lot cheerier.

You, on the other hand.

“Ugh,” you bring the glass to your mouth taking a deep gulp before continuing. “I have to grade so much today,”

“They’re kids, how hard could it be?” He shakes his head. “I’d kill for some work right now.”

“I have a pile over the past few weeks. They’re writing assignments, I have...have to leave little notes on each one...on their grammar.”

You’re both quiet for a second before he realises what you’re thinking.

“Javi-“

“No.”

“You just said it would be easy.”

“I want real work.”

“Wow.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Come on,” you moan. He shakes his head.

“No.”

“...I’ll suck your dick.”

————

“...is this comma supposed to be there?”

“Let me see? ......Ah, no. -2.”

“...kind of severe.”

——-

By the time he’s pants up, hands shaky as he recovers from frankly some of the best fellatio you’ve ever performed, the sun is just about to set. You finish your sip of water from where you’re stood in the kitchen, skimming over the assignments to check they all have a grade. When he comes up to kitchen, his hands pressed into his back pockets, you look up and give him a smile.

“Good job,” you say.

He nods and reaches for the water. You return to his bedroom to pull on the jeans you had discarded two nights earlier, the first time he had pulled you into bed to sleep, returning minutes later. When he turns and sees you, he raises his eye brows.

“Headed out?”

“Desperately need a shower.” You walk to the counter and pick up the papers. You examine his bandage. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” he runs a finger along the underside. “They said I can come in a day earlier, but they want me to stay home tomorrow.”

“Didn’t even offer to bring you homework?” You ask. He shrugs.

“Steve might. Not til 5 though.”

“A whole day of nothing.” You make a face.

“...I like reading.” He says. You look back up at him.

“Huh?”

“For fun.” he clarifies. Then, as if realizing he may have just disclosed something, he clears his throat and looks away “Maybe I’ll find something.” He says. He nods to the door. “I’ll see you out.”

You walk with him to the door and wait as he unlocks it. Holding it open he leans against it.

You’re about to say goodbye when he leans forward and catches you in a kiss. It’s longer than you would have expected from him, given whatever this arrangement was. Yet you’re not pulling away. When he finally does break, you find yourself leaning forward, chasing his lips.

“Get home safe,” he says. You roll your eyes, making for your door. When you get it open, you look up and see him still watching you. You look down and smile, pressing forward and closing the door behind you.

A moment later, you rap three times on your shared wall.

If you’re not mistaken, you hear a muffled laugh.

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When he opens the door at 7:00 the next morning, he’s surprised to see you on the mat.

“Hey,” he says, pressing his hand into his eye, rubbing the sleep out. “What-“

“Sorry, I have to get to the school early, but,” you reach out your items to him. Still bleary eyed, it takes him a moment to focus.

“I bought them at the airport when I came down,” you shrug. “They’re shit, but they hold your attention. This one actually is decent by the end, if you can push through .” You tap the cover on top. “Just in case you need something to do.”

He looks up at you, his face still perplexed. You shake you head.

“You’re welcome,” you sigh. You turn and begin walking to the door when you hear him behind you.

“Hey,” he says. You turn and see him standing on the mat, outside of his house. He holds up the stack. “Thanks.”

You stop and sigh.

Then you smile.

“Just take care of yourself today. Don’t need that bursting open the minute you don’t have adult supervision.” You point to has bandage before turning to walk out. Just before the door closes, you hear it.

“It’s not serious!!”

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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago

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Somewhere (8/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warnings: angry sex, swearing, fighting, angst

Word Count: 1.2k

Part Summary: Y/N and Sirius get into an argument about her being Lily and James’s secret keeper

Masterlist

After the Order meeting and everyone has left the apartment, Sirius and I clean up in silence. He's angry with me for wanting to help the Potters. When Dumbledore came to me in secret, I didn't hesitate.

"You're not being the Potter's secret keeper," Sirius states sharply as he clears the dining table.

"Tough luck," I remark passively. "I already am."

Sirius drops the plates to the table with a clatter. The sudden noise makes me jump.

"This isn't a discussion! You're not doing it!" He demands.

"You don't control me, Sirius!" I collect the silverware and storm off into the kitchen.

"I do when you don't know what you're signing up for!" He yells as he follows me into the kitchen.

I huff, dropping everything in the sink. "I'm not a child!"

He grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. "Then stop acting naive!"

I yank my arm free of his pinching grip. "Ugh, you're so frustrating! I won't talk to you like this," I move to step around him.

He slams his hands onto the counter on either side of me, trapping me in place. "That may be, but you have to listen to me!"

"I don't have to do anything!" I argue.

"You will listen to me," he growls.

"I'd love to see you try," I test.

There's a prolonged moment of Sirius and I glaring at one another in silence. The only sound being our heavy breathing as we catch our breath. I love this boy, but goodness he can push my buttons sometimes. It's minor things usually, this has been our biggest fight by far. He's just so stubborn!

Abruptly, Sirius grabs my face and slams his lips to mine. I fight him off at first, irritated that he thinks it could solve our problems. We have to discuss this like reasonable adults. We can't act like children in a serious situation. We've grown up fast in the last year, but we didn't have a choice.

When I first met Sirius, I knew he would mean something to me, but I wasn't sure what exactly. Since then, I have committed to him. The past year has been remarkable, but this is not negotiable. I know I have to do this.

Sirius deepens the kiss. No, I can't give into him. Yet, it's Sirius. I can't deny him. I find myself easing into the sensation. Feeling my acceptance, Sirius wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me to sit on the counter. He parts my legs and stands between them. Aggressively, he presses his palm to my core. Subconsciously, I lean into his touch. I hate how well he knows me. Annoyed, I pull at the roots of his hair at the base of his neck. I earn a pleasing growl from him. His fingers snake around my wrists and he pins them to the top of my thighs.

He mumbles against my lips, "you going to do as I say."

"No," I refuse boldly.

He simply smirks with a slight chuckle. "This should be fun then. Let's see how long that lasts..."

Sirius releases my wrists and immediately starts at my jeans. I try to swat his hands away. Does he honestly think I would sleep with him right now? Once he's got my jeans undone, he starts yanking at them.

"Sirius!" I growl his name warningly.

"You don't want to listen to me? Fine, but forgive me if I don't exactly believe you!" He mocks while sliding my pants off.

Swiftly, his fingers find their way back to my panties after he tosses my pants to the side. His warm breath brushes against my neck as he starts to rub against my core. I gasp slightly, taken aback by the sensation.

"You know you want to give into me, Love," Sirius purrs in my ear.

I dig my nails into this forearm. He's such a tease, it's ridiculous. Seeking revenge, I press my palm to the center of his black ripped jeans and a hiss fall between his teeth. I pump up and down, making his length grow harder than it already was before.

"Two can play at this game," I tease.

Sirius gathers a clump of my hair into his fist and forces my head back. He starts to attack my neck, sure to leave marks. It never ceases to amaze me how much he can act like his animagus when he's human.

"You're so irresponsible!" He growls against my neck

"You're one to talk!" I mock.

Sirius's fingers curl under the hem of my shirt and start to pull it over my head. In one motion, he undoes the clasp of my bra and slides it down my front before tossing it to the side.

"Sirius..." I mutter pleadingly for him to stop.

"Oh come on, Love, I know you want to," he teases against my collarbone. "Don't you want to get your aggression out? Aren't you angry with me?"

His lips glide across my chest and I lose all ability to think. All I can do is feel him and be with him. As much as I hate to admit it, I need him at this moment. I tug at Sirius's hair, forcing his lips away from my neck. His jet black eyes meet mine with a pleased smirk.

"Just fuck me already," I remark reluctantly.

"Gladly," he purrs and picks me up from the counter.

_______________________________ On the floor of the kitchen, Sirius and I lay side by side catching our breath. Well, this is new. Never in a million years did I think Sirius and I would have angry sex on our kitchen floor. This is a first for us, a new experience.

"I'm doing this," I remark, referencing between the Potters' secret keeper.

"No, you're not," Sirius refuses simply.

I flip myself onto my side to peer at him. He avoids my gaze, staring up at the ceiling.

"You can't keep me away from the war. It's happening whether we want it to or not."

He brushes his palm over my cheek as he caresses it. "Just because it's happening doesn't mean it has to involve you."

"You're involved, anything that involves you involves me too."

"No, not this," he shakes his head while he removes his hand from my cheek.

"Sirius!" I snap.

"Enough! End of discussion!" He demands, hitting his boiling point.

With a huff, I rise from the floor and start toward the bathroom to take a shower.

"Don't walk away from me!" Sirius follows close behind me.

"Stop telling me what to do!" I scream.

He's utterly insufferable sometimes!

"I only have to when you're not listening!" He degrades defensively.

"No Sirius, you're not listening!" I correct sharply. "I'm trying to keep our friends safe!"

"By risking your own life!" He says as if I didn't already consider that chance.

"A small fee in my eyes! There's a minimal chance the Death Eaters figure out it's me! My minor risk could save lives!" I argue.

"You're being unreasonable!" He fires.

"And you're being unrealistic!" I retaliate.

"I won't sit back and watch you do this!"

"Fine! I'll go!"

The words leave my lips before I fully have the chance to comprehend them, but once they do I run with it.

"I'll go and deal with this without you!"

Sirius's face falls, but then swiftly morphs to anger.

"Fine! You go do that then! We're done!"

It feels as though a truck has rammed me in the chest. I knew what I said, but I didn't think he would take it there. He would drop over a year-long relationship, one that we've talked about marriage, all over one fight.

"Okay," I nod. "You win... you just lost me."

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silksandcravats · 4 years ago

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Well well well... you're just in time Zimmermansbrat... Morby is sending out asks tonight...

You are a new follower and dont know me perhaps very well, but sometimes I like to send out litte challenges and stuff to you writers out there, and I have one you may like to sink your teeth into...

Use the following to write a story...

https://youtu.be/Tk46D1eFXZo "Dont Wanna Go The Other Way" by Cody Chesnut.

Yep I know, this looks totally nuts right?

It's a technique my mums writing group use to create new stories, or perhaps brain storm around problems in their work.

There are rules... you can add whatever you like, but you have to use the song and at least three pictures.

I'm gonna do one myself, so I can see if it works as a new idea to get out of my writers block.

Please dont feel obliged to answer, it's totally up to you if you'd like to participate... but it would be awesome if you did!

Have Fun and Thanks for the follow

Love

Morby

❤

Morby! So nice to hear from you again, thank you for this wonderful ask! This collage just seems so Sackler to me so I had to, lol. I feel like the final product ended up being a bit jumpy, I had a bit of trouble smoothly stringing along the different aspects into one imagine plotline, but I had so much fun with this challenge! I hope I did it justice!

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summary: y/n spends the day with her weirdo neighbour and nobody could have predicted how things pan out.

warnings: swearing, a poor understanding of New York geography

You stood by your front door, jaw clenched, keys gripped tightly in hand, ear pressed against the wood as you listened as closely as you could for the telltale sign of your weirdo neighbour across the hall retreating into his room.

“Oh shit, fuck are you going speedy?”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you cursed silently. You didn’t have to look up to know who was speaking, the booming, goofy, tone. You took a deep breath to compose yourself before pulling backwards, at least as much as you could with his vice rip on your arms still present.

“Hey Adam, ugh, I was just going to run some errands I-”

“I was wondering what the fuck everyone’s been up to? It’s been quiet as shit down this whole hallway, felt like I was in a ghost town or some shit.” He interrupted you.

“That’s great um.” You tugged your arms slightly and he got the message, he released your arms finally with a quick ‘sorry’. “Anyways, um I was just headed out, I’ve got some shopping to do so.”

“Yeah so do I, that’s just where I was headed we can be like shopping buddies or whatever.” He offered, showing off a toothy grin, big eyes meeting yours. He was attractive, with his big strong nose and his long floppy black hair, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t. You’d found yourself rather drawn to him in the beginning, but that had only lasted until the first few times he had opened his mouth. He turned out to be rather strange and awkward and it just wasn’t something you could get past, and so you had begun avoiding the pretty weirdo at all costs.

You were ready to turn him down and be on your merry way but you were tired of avoiding him and you didn’t know how much fight you had left in you. Not to mention it was well into winter now, which meant the sun would only be up for another hour or so, and you never fancied walking through your part of New York alone after dark. And so you found yourself agreeing, how long could a few groceries take after all?

“Great but you’ve gotta come along to some to do some of my errands too.” He said, turning and walking ahead, making it halfway down the hallway in just a few long strides.

“What like drycleaning?” you asked, trotting along to catch up with him.

“No, not really.” He answered vaguely, hurrying down the steps two at a time.

You started with your shopping, which he let you get through without too much trouble. In fact, the whole ordeal had been almost pleasant, you were trying to pick out an onion when you looked over to see him holding two different zucchinis in his hand.

“Hey y/n. Do you think I’m more like this one or this one?” He asked rather loudly through the store, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I think,” you paused, settling on one of the freshest looking onions near the top of the stack, “that it’s a wonder you’re still allowed out in public.”

“Oh shit,” his expression shifted, his grin deepened and he looked somewhat surprised by you, “You’re a little feisty after all.” he sounded impressed, “Well if you can guess which one is right, I’ll buy all your groceries.”

“Ok fine.” You crossed your arms, pretending to seriously contemplate the vegetables, you decided to be generous, opting for the slightly larger one. “Left.”

“Actually the answer was neither, it’s bigger than both of these.” He winked, tossing the vegetables down and circling around to your side of the display.

“Oh, I’m sure that’s true.” You jabbed sarcastically.

“I can show you later if you’d like.” he teased, walking into your space.

“Shut up let’s go.” you tried to be serious but a little giggle slipped out anyway as you playfully pushed him forward towards the checkout.

Adam’s errands turned out to be a somewhat chaotic stroll through a small corner park. You must have spent much longer in that little park then either of you had been expecting, you sat on a little bench for a while just talking. You told him about the work you had been up, and he turned out to be an actor, telling you about an audition he had recently been to, and how he thought he did really well but honestly he didn’t really like the movie’s concept so if he didn’t make the role then it was no big deal.

Never being one for small talk, you were sure that your little day out with Adam would slowly trudge by, loaded with plenty of awkward silences, but it turned out being with Adam was easy. He had no trouble keeping the conversation going, and he always managed to bring up things you actually wanted to talk about. And he was so funny, you’d be willing to listen to his jokes all day except that at one point he made you laugh so hard your stomach began to hurt and you couldn’t get a full gulp of air down your lungs for almost a minute straight.

It wasn’t until the sky began to turn a pinky-orange that you realised what time it was and suggested to head back. You had wound up rather far from your apartment complex so you both made the decision to take the subway home. It was rush hour by now so you had to push and shove a bit to get down the stairs and over to the platform you needed, and it was an even tighter squeeze when you got onto your actual train. You ended up shoved tightly against him for the first few stops, it was silly, but you tried not to let yourself dwell on the giddy feeling you got being so close to him.

As you made your way out of midtown, the car cleared out some, and Adam appeared to be growing restless, surveying his surroundings to find something to occupy himself before settling on the fire extinguisher by the door. He played with the features of it for a moment before pulling it off the wall to examine it closer.

“Adam, put it back.” you quickly scolded when you caught wind of what he was doing.

“Relax I’m just looking at it.”

“You’re not supposed to touch it!” You insisted.

“If I wasn’t supposed to be touching it then they should have attached it to the wall better.” He continued playing with the extinguisher, pulling the tiny safety bar out, dropping it carelessly, letting it rattle against the floor.

“They can’t do that, what if someone needs it, Adam, please put it down,” you begged, trying to grab it from him, but he pulled it away quickly.

“Oh come on, this thing’s probably been in here like a kajillion years, shit wouldn’t even work anymore.” He continued, twisting it in his hands.

“Yes, it does! Now leave it alone, I’m serious.” You begin to panic at the thought of him doing something dumb.

“Wanna bet?” You could see the mischief practically glittering in his eyes as he suddenly mounted the extinguisher. You felt the blood drain from your face.

“Adam I swear to God if you-”

But you were too late, suddenly a thick cloud of fire retardant burst through the canister filling the car with smoke and panic, the force sending Adam a few feet forward before his weight pulled him back to the ground and he toppled over in a fit of laughter.

“Adam!” You screeched humiliated as the car erupted in coughing fits and a few swears. You glared straight at the floor as you marched over to him, avoiding the heated glares and shouting, as you pulled him up quickly.

“Come on this is our stop.” You announced sharply, pulling him towards the doors as the train came to a stop.

“No, it’s not.” He looked at you confused, still halfway smiling, proud of his own stunt.

“Yes. it. is.” You say through gritted teeth, pulling him onto the platform.

Of course, it wasn’t really your stop, and you could’ve saved yourself quite a few blocks of travelling time by staying on, but the thought of carrying on with those passengers, after what Adam had done, for even a second longer was too much to bear. It wasn’t until you were nearly at your building that Adam seemed to pick up on just how upset the whole thing had made you.

“Hey look I didn’t know it’d be such a big deal to you.” He offers, kicking a small rock along the pavement as he trudged on.

“That was so embarrassing, you can’t do shit like that Adam.” You grumble, not willing to forgive him.

“It’s New York, people do fucking weird shit here every day,”

“This is the worst apology I’ve ever heard.” You stopped on the first step of the building, turning to look at him.

“I’m sorry? Ok? I won’t do shit like that ever again when we’re out together? Happy?” He said, moving onto your step next to you.

“When are we going out together again?” You asked, cocking your head slightly.

“Have you ever been on the roof?” He asked back, ignoring your question entirely, backing up the steps.

“No? Wait I don’t think we’re allowed on the roof!” You followed him up into the building.

“Drop your shit off and meet me in the hallway, I’ll make things up to you I promise.” He winked.

“Do you keep your bike up here?” You tried and failed to hide a smile at the sight in front of you. Adam was in front of you twisting and turning his handlebar, trying to show you how he could lean back and balance on the back wheel.

“Sometimes I do, no assholes have tried to steal it yet so,” his speech comes out almost in grunts, as he focused intently on performing his trick for you.

“You wanna try it?” He asks, dismounting and moving some of his hair out of his face.

“That’s ok, I’m not a stunt master like you,” you excused, “besides, I’m not sure my feet would even reach the pedals, that thing’s huge.”

“Hey look at this!” He dropped the bike, moving to the ledge of the roof, “you can see for fucking miles up here.” You followed him over, pulling the hoodie you had grabbed from your place tighter against you as a cool gust of wind flew by. It was pretty much dark now, and you could see the lights of your city clearly from here. It wasn’t a particularly tall building you lived in, there was bigger on either side and across the way, but you could see clearly down both sides of the street. New York felt bigger with all the lights on if that was even possible. There was something about the bright city lights that set off curiosity in you. People really lived in every single one of those windows, they had a whole life, and family and friends and jobs and dreams and you’ll never know most of them.

“It’s amazing isn’t it.” you sighed, staring at as much of the world as you could possibly see from your little perch.

“Yeah, it is.” He said, watching you watch your city.

You really had meant to go back to your place after that, but Adam had coaxed you into coming into his apartment instead, insisting that it was only fair for you to see his place after the day you had together.

“Do you want like juice or anything?” He offered, trying to be hospitable as he closed the door behind you.

“No thank you.” you smiled, taking in the place. It was messy for sure, but you’d seen worse, there was a lot of open space in the middle of the room, there was a couch at the far end of the room, but it was covered with clothes and things at the moment.

“You like music?” He asked, messing with something that must be sitting on a small table by his front door, he moved slightly and you could see the device he was hiding.

“You have an actual record player? That’s crazy, I didn’t know people still had those.” Your feet were ready to give out after the day you’d had, so you decided to sit down on the floor, watching him shuffle through records before settling on one and moving to put it in place on the player.

“You know what they say, no music, no life.” He moved the needle, letting it drop near the edge of the vinyl. An R&B artist you vaguely recognised began playing through the apartment.

“You listen to this stuff?” You asked, watching him sit next to you on the floor, moving directly to a lying position on the floor.

“Come on, it sounds better down here.” he insisted, patting the empty wooden panels next to him. You obliged, leaning back against the hardwood, shuffling slightly to get more comfortable.

“I really am sorry,” he added after a while, another apology filling pushing into the brief silence of the room as you both waited for the next track on the record to begin. You kept your eyes trained on the ceiling, but you could feel his gaze move to you. “Guess I’m just a shit flirt.” Your eyes grew as you took in the weight of his words as if on cue the opening lines of the next song began softly through the apartment. You held off on laughing at him for the song choice, focusing on holding onto the words which had just come out of his mouth.

“You’ve been flirting with me all day?” You ask, turning on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow, staring at him.

“Oh fuuuck yeah,” he shrugged, turning to look at the ceiling again. “I flirt with you all the time kid,” he added casually, tapping his foot against the wood as the chorus began to pick up.

“W-what?” you asked, dumbfounded. “You were flirting… with me?”

“Of course I was, you’re funny and I think you’re pretty smart.” he listed off easily, still staring at the ceiling, “ also you’re fucking so hot, I fucking just wanna look at your face all day.”

“Why didn’t you ask me out of something?” You hummed, looking down at the floor.

“I guess I thought that was kinda what today was.” He rolled over, suddenly his face was only an inch or so from yours.

“It can’t be a date if I don’t know it is, it only counts if we both agree that-”

“Can I kiss you?” he cut you off, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

“O-okay.” your face suddenly felt hot, but you had little time to dwell on it before he leaned in, kissing you eagerly, nose prodding against yours, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face. He nipped and nibbled at your bottom lip for a moment before wiggling his tongue into your mouth, kissing you more eagerly. His other hand came up to your side, and in one swift motion, he tugged you on top of him.

You got lost in kissing him for the tiniest moment before you mentally re-entered the room, ears perking up at the sound of the song entering its second chorus.

“Can we redo all of this in about 2 minutes?” You giggled, pulling yourself off his mouth slightly to stare down at him.

“What? Why?” his face scrunched up in confusion and then he gripped your face, pulling you down again.

“Becaaaauuussse,” you groan, pulling back again. “Don’t wanna go the other way by Cody Chesnutt cannot be our song.”

“Too late now kid,” He hummed pulling all of your weight down to him, tucking you into his chest. “Too late now.”

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jobean12-blog · 5 years ago

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Hey honey!! I hope you're having a wonderful day!! I have a request based on what we talked about the other day hehehe!! Where beefy!Bucky buys boxers a size smaller and teases reader by walking around in them in their room and when they're in the common room with the team he sits opposite her and is wearing a size smaller in jeans too so it shows his glorious bulge and her eyes almost drop out of her head and he's just sat there being all cocky (haha) and stuff?

A Tight Argument

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,152

Summary: Bucky gets himself some new pairs of boxers because he knows how much you like them.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this fun request my love! I so hope you enjoy it! I love writing Bucky as a tease and we both know how much we love him in anything tight to accentuate all his parts (because they are all so good) love you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: teasing, fluff, Bucky’s thighs and bulge (haha), light implied smut

Folding laundry was not on your list of favorite things to do, but you had help from Bucky so that always made things better. “We are almost done, babe!” you sing, doing a little dance in happiness. Bucky’s eyes light up at the sight, tickling your side and saying, “thank god, I’m starving!”

“You’re always hungry, babe,” you tease, poking him back. Reaching into the bottom of the hamper you find the last pile of clothes, all of Bucky’s underwear. Pulling them out to fold you notice there are some new ones, “hey Buck, did you buy new boxer briefs, I don’t remember these?” you ask, holding up two pairs.

“I did. Some of the old ones got stretched out and I know how much you enjoy me in my tight boxers,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ugh, I knew I should have never said anything to you!” you say lightly. “You didn’t have to say anything, y/n, you were practically drooling.”

Huffing, you throw the last pair at his face and stomp out of the bedroom, determined to find some food. Bucky emerges a few minutes later with a lop-sided grin, “whatcha eatin’?” he asks as he wraps his arms around your middle.

You scoop another bite of ice cream and turn around in his arms, feeding it to him, “something almost as yummy as you.” His smile is wicked, “it is pretty tasty,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you with a strawberry ice cream flavored tongue.

After an afternoon of training followed by a team meeting with Steve you and Bucky head off to clean up and relax for the day. Shuffling around the kitchen trying to figure out what to do for dinner you don’t hear Bucky enter the room until he asks, “need some help, doll?”

You spin around, nearly dropping the eggs and milk. “Jeez Bucky, warn a girl will ya!” He chuckles, coming around the counter to grab the ingredients from you, “what were you thinking of making with eggs and milk?” he counters.

You don’t answer him, staring at his clothes, or lack thereof. “What are those?” you ask, voice merely a whisper as you point to his crotch area. “Oh, my new boxers!” he says far too cheerfully and you’re already onto his little game.

“I see,” you deadpan, turning around and bending to retrieve some veggies from the fridge. You’re sure to spend some extra time with your ass in the air, the boy shorts you’re wearing doing little cover it. “I thought we could have breakfast for dinner! Omelets, pancakes and some bacon, how does that sound?”

Bucky’s gaze is heated as he replies, “delicious, baby.” You saunter past him, “great, let’s get to cookin’! But you might want to throw on some clothes, that bacon grease gets hot!” You stare him down with a blank look, refusing to give in yet.

“I’ll be fine, it’s hot in here anyway.” He moves behind you, reaching up to grab some plates and as he leans against your back you can feel the hardness of his body. Sticking your ass into his crotch you feel the throb of his cock easily through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“I’m starving,” you say as you turn to scoot under this arm. Moving across the kitchen you start to chop vegetables for the omelets. “Me too, I’ll set the table then start the bacon,” Bucky says as he gathers plates and utensils.

You find it hard to tear your eyes away from his body as he moves back and forth carrying various things to the table. The tight boxers do little to hide the thick muscles of his thighs and his bulge is on full display. You inwardly groan, wanting to just give up and let him have his way with you, but you tighten your resolve and focus on the vegetables.

Bucky prepares the pan and starts cooking the bacon, dinner on the table in a short time. Everything is delish, including Bucky, shirtless at the table. He offers to wash the dishes, standing at the sink with his ass in perfect view.

“Fuck it” you mutter under your breath, walking over and hugging him from behind. You finders smooth over his chiseled abs, dancing their way down to the waistband of his boxers. He sucks in a breath as your hand dips below and gently strokes his smooth skin.

Shutting the water, Bucky turns in your arms, grabbing your ass in a firm squeeze just as Friday alerts the whole tower that Tony wants to see everyone in the common room stat. You both let out a loud groan of frustration, “what the fuck,” Bucky blurts out, gritting his teeth.

“Let’s hurry and get in there so we can get this over with,” you say, going to grab some pants. Bucky follows you and puts on jeans and a tee shirt. It isn’t until you’re walking out the door that you notice it’s the pair of jeans that fits extra snug. So snug, his ass and thighs can barely be contained.

Upon entering the common room, you see that most of the team had the same idea and seats are sparse. “Grab us a seat, I’m gonna get some water,” you whisper to Bucky before heading into the kitchen. He finds the only free spot, sitting next to Clint with his legs spread wide and a shit eating grin on his face.

“What’s up with you, Buck?” Clint asks, eyeing Bucky curiously. “Nothing really,” he replies, eyes fixed on your form in the kitchen. Clint follows his eyeline, “ugh, forget I asked,” he mumbles. Bucky chuckles, watching as you make your way toward him.

Your eyes roam over his body, landing on the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. Your eyes widen, Bucky loving your reaction as he keeps his gaze on you. Stopping at the couch across from him you sit on the edge, clearly lost in your own dirty thoughts as Tony starts talking.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours, your skin feeling hot and the room suddenly too quiet. “Hey, y/l/n, Earth to y/n!” Tony’s voice rips you from your daydream, nearly sending you careening to the floor, “what?” Everyone in the room chuckles, your cheeks turning bright red as you duck your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick so you can get back to wherever you were in that head of yours,” Tony teases.

Bucky pulls his plush bottom lip between his teeth, spreading his legs just a bit further apart as he raises his eyebrows in your direction, blowing you a kiss. You give him your best dirty look, squeezing your legs together as you feel the wetness collect between them. He gives you a knowing look, his large hands gripping his thighs tighter as he licks his lips.

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beeexx · 4 years ago

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A meet the family moment that goes both very good and of course bad. Part 1/2

You can read it on my ao3 here too as well and read some of my thoughts at the bottom of that page. Part 2 will be out shortly, but until then, here is part 1, happy fluffy and funny, next part is less so.

Enjoy -------- TK is planning to spend most of his day doing nothing other than lay on Carlos’ couch, or at least until he comes back from his shift and they can do something together. This morning, like the responsible and horny person that he is, he even made sure to put the alarm on for 30 minutes earlier than they normally would so they could engage in a hot makeout session before Carlos had to leave for work. Those 30 minutes were definitely taken advantage of so to say, so much so that Carlos barely had the time to eat breakfast before he had to leave,

and not before he almost puts his head through the wall by trying to put on his pants while he was brushing his teeth at the same time.

The memory makes TK smile though as he lies down on the couch, freshly showered and with a coffee in hand, content and at ease, when the doorbell rings interrupting his wandering thoughts.

“Awww.” He says, frowning at the interruption but gets up wondering who’s ringing the bell at this hour of the morning.

The answer becomes obvious when he opens the door and comes face to face with three women who are all waiting impatiently, all of them with the same brown eyes as Carlos and dark skin.

Oh shit.

“Erm, h-hey.” He stutters out, awkwardly.

“Hello, is Carlos in?” One of the women says, the second oldest one, with a stylish outfit and long curly hair, making TK glaringly stand out in comparison to her with his oversized jumper that is Carlos and an old pair of sweatpants.

“Eh no he changed his shifts around so he could take tomorrow off.” to spend it with me TK leaves out.

“Of course my idiot brother would forget to tell us he did that.” The youngest one mutters.

Because yes, there is no mystery to whom these 4 women are that TK has stumbled upon this Friday morning on Carlos’ doorstep. His three sisters and mother are clearly waiting for him to say something and TK honestly feels like he’s about to freeze up on them on the doorstep, or close the door in their faces and run away. It could be either of the two, he hasn’t made up his mind yet which it is.

“You want to come inside?” He asks though because it’s somewhat important that he makes a good impression on these people, even though he’s wearing more clothes that belong to Carlos than to him and his hair is wet and clinging to his face, and he’s in no way prepared for this. He’s immensely relieved he took a shower though. Smelling like sex and Carlos’ deodorant in front of his mother, who frankly looks terrifying, would have been disastrous. He steps aside and lets them in as they all mutter in agreement.

TK feels his stomach drop as he takes in the state of the apartment which is in less than ideal condition. Yesterday’s dishes are still in the sink, and TK wants to die because that is definitely a pair of Carlos’ underwear lying on the floor just outside his bedroom.

Ugh.

“So, you must be the New Yorker?” The middle sister says. She’s wearing workout clothes, looking very different to the oldest sister but still manages to look immaculately put together and very pretty. The gene game is strong within the Reyes family and it’s a little unfair TK thinks.

“Eh yes TK. Nice to meet you.” He extends his hand in politeness and they all shake it. Elena is the oldest sister, then it’s Andrea, Carlos and the youngest one whose name he at least knows is Beatrice. They all look at him with mischief in their eyes, reminding him so much of Carlos it’s a little disconcerting and it makes TK want to die a little bit. When it’s time to shake Gabriela’s hand she looks him over and TK feels like she sees right through him, straight to the core, like there is nothing he can hide from her. He gulps nervously.

“You are a skinny young man.” She points out and TK stutters.

Beatrice rolls her eyes and he runs a hand through his wet hair nervously, not liking how studied he feels by her.

“Yeah, I was in an accident recently, so I’m getting back into it.” After the coma and his time off work he has gotten a little skinny yes but he’s trying really hard to put the weight back on that he lost even though it’s proving to be a little bit more difficult than what he originally thought it would be. But he’s definitely getting there, or that’s what his doctor is saying at least. It doesn’t help though that he has a ridiculously fit boyfriend either who he has trouble working out with because he keeps getting distracted by him and how hot he looks when he’s sweaty, it’s not unusual that when they are working out together, is interrupted for other things instead, which in TK’s defence, still revolves around losing calories. Gabriela’s eyebrow shoots upwards and TK wonders if Carlos’ family knows any of the details of what happened to him.

“I got shot.”

“What?” Elena asks and Beatrice lets out an “Oooooo” sound and looks at him with morbid fascination.

“An accident at work and then during the solar storm I engaged in some activities not appropriate for someone recovering from a gunshot wound.”

He realises too late how that sounds and if Andrea and Elena’s laughter and Carlos’ mother frown is anything to go by he’s completely messed that up. He blushes.

“No, no, I mean I saved a woman from drowning from inside a bus and had to lift up some rubble to get to her. Not something the hospital was too happy about.” TK winces again because now it sounds like he’s bragging instead. Ugh.

“Oh damn.” Beatrice says.

“You’re a fireman, did I get that right?” Elena asks and TK nods.

“Yeah, on leave now though but yes.”

“Are you doing any exercises for your injury?” Andrea asks and it takes TK’s brain a moment to catch up before he remembers that Andrea is a physiotherapist.

“Yeah some I got from the hospital.”

“Well the clinic I work at is pretty good if I may say so myself, so you want me to hook you up, I got you. I’ll make sure you see someone that’s not me.”

“Oh, thanks.” He says as she smirks confidentiality at his obvious nerves.

“Is there any food in here?” Beatrice interrupts and walks into the kitchen, her mother following close behind inspecting each of the surfaces in what TK thinks is 20/20 vision. Bea opens the fridge and wrinkles her nose in distatate as TK rubs at his neck awkwardly. Elena joins them and they all seem to dissect Carlos’ kitchen inch by inch, judging him by the lack of food and messiness which cannot be blamed on anyone other than TK. He feels a strange need to defend Carlos and tell them it’s his fault which makes no sense at all as that would make his family possibly dislike him more than they already might.

“Salted caramel popcorn? Since when does Carlos eat these?” Elena asks and holds the bag up. Beatrice grabs it aggressively out of her hand and pops one in her mouth.

“Those are mine.” TK says, his embarrassment growing with each second.

“They’re not as bad as you’d think.” Beatrice says and pops another one into her mouth.

“Ah, that explains it.” Elena says and gives TK a cheeky smile before she reproachfully rips the bag back from Beatrice and puts it back into the cupboard.

“TK, are you hungry? From the state of this kitchen my son seems to be feeding you badly.” Gabriela says, her eyes sparkling and TK stutters again, so completely overwhelmed by all these women he doesn’t know how to handle being under the sudden attention. If there’s one thing TK lacks in his life it’s interactions with strong women, as the only reference he really has is his mother and she had left and not stuck around for too long so he’s not sure it counts. Not that he tends to be insecure around people in general, but this is Carlos’ family and they are going so steady at the moment that he needs to be liked.

“He’s a much better cook than I am so he feeds me pretty well ma’am.” Beatrice laughs out loud and Elena and Andrea seem to struggle with holding back laughter too. Gabriela chuckles, but it’s not in a mean way at least.

“Something my son took with him when he moved out.” She gives Elena and Andrea pointed looks.

“Hey, I cook just fine.”

“I’m a firm believer that all the men I date should cook for me. I’m not conforming to any gender roles mami.” Andrea finishes, much louder than Elena. Beatrice, now laying on the couch rolls her eyes harder than ever before. TK hasn’t met the Reyes family before, but he’s heard enough about them to be able to puzzle some pieces together. Elena is the high achieving one with good grades and borders on being a perfectionist, Elena is the gentle and kind one and Beatrice is the youngest one, sarcastic and moody a lot of the times but strangely enough the one Carlos seems to be getting along the best with. He adores her and according to him Bea’s sarcastic side is kept to a minimum around him which annoys the hell out of the older sisters as they have never quite been able to connect quite the same with her. If TK is going to be honest, it doesn’t surprise him that someone like Carlos has managed to melt Bea’s hard exterior, he’s impossible not to like, he has a way with people which makes him both a good cop, an excellent boyfriend and all around amazing person to have in your life.

“Just talk and talk and talk from you two. TK, I will cook for you and then when my forgetful son comes home I will make sure he has enough leftovers to feed you for a while.”

“Oh, thank you ma’am, that’s very kind of you.”

This time Gabriela rolls her eyes.

“Please, Mrs. Reyes or Gabriela works just fine.”

“You’re a polite one, aaww.” Andrea cooes and TK blushes. He really isn’t used to being surrounded by so many women all at once it’s completely throwing him off his game.

“More stylish too than the last one, please get my brother into something that’s a bit better than those clothes he insists on wearing.” Elena adds, but it’s a joke TK can tell. At the same time it doesn’t surprise him that it comes from her either, she seems, out of all the siblings to be the most put together, her clothes extremely fashionable and complimentary of her figure. Andrea is in what seems to be her working clothes, and TK knows she and Carlos tend to work out together and Beatrice is in high waisted mom jeans and a cute crop top, definitely giving off student vibes in that outfit. It’s interesting in a way that all siblings in outer appearance seem to be very different from each other, something that is new to TK, who grew up alone.

But he just smiles and doesn’t comment on the fact that he prefers Carlos without his clothes on anyway and it doesn’t matter what he wears because he would look good literally wearing a plastic bag.

“I’m just going to get changed.” He announces and before he can wait for their replies he hurries into Carlos’ room, making sure to grab the boxers off the floor and not to slam the door shut too loudly, because that would be too embarrassing. He leans against the door and revels in the silence and privacy of the room. He really isn’t ready for this. Meeting Carlos' family seemed to be something he’d do along the lines of dating for 3 months rather than a little over 3 weeks into their relationship. He is not prepared for this. In desperation he texts Carlos.

-SOS

The reply comes almost immediately.

-What’s happened?????

-Your mother and sisters are here. Help!!!!

-Oh shit, TK I’m sorry I forgot to tell them I moved my shifts around and we were supposed to meet up and cook together.

-Yeah no shit, I am dying here.

-I’m sorry, I’m sure it’s not that bad.

-Your mother scares me…..

Carlos sends laughing emojis his way before he types out another message.

-That’s latina women for you. Also I am the only son of a big family, ‘her baby needs to date someone worthy of him’ end quote.

-That’s not helping at all!!

-Well, just be yourself, it will charm them in no time, I’ll be home for lunch. Just entertain them with firemen stories and I’m sure you’ll be fine.

-’Just be yourself’ is the worst advice in the history of advice.

-Worked wonders on me, see you soon.

And that’s the key the conversation is over and it has not calmed TK down as much as he had hoped. It will likely be two more hours before Carlos is home and TK really has no choice other than to put his game face back on and go meet his fate with his head held high.

He starts by getting dressed, in yesterday’s clothes unfortunately, but thanks the heavens he wore jeans at least and not sweatpants when he got here. He borrows some of Carlos’ deodorant and fixes his hair with some stuff he’s left on another weekend long stay. He looks better than he did earlier and that’s literally all he can do. He walks back out and braces himself for what’s to come.

“Not that you didn’t look nice before but I can totally see why Carlos is into you.” Elena says teasingly and TK blushes. Even Beatrice looks at him with something that looks a little bit more like respect than before.

“Was it that bad before?”

“No, no, no.” Elena and Andra reassures him and Gabriela looks reproachfully at her daughters who at least look a little sheepish from their mother��s intimidating eyes.

“Don’t mind them TK honey, would you come help me in the kitchen?”

“Yeah sure of course, what can I do?”

“You can shop the onions, smallish bits please.” She hands him a cutting board and a knife and he gets to work, this at least being something he can do without failing too hard.

“You three, get to work!”

TK hides his smile, Gabriela sounding eerily similar to when Carlos puts on his demanding police officer voice. Maybe he picked it up from his mother? Not that Carlos has anything on this woman though, she walks into a room, small as she is and demands respect and attention. TK envies that a little bit.

“So do you have any siblings TK?” Gabriela asks as the kitchen fills with the sound of chopping, laughter, frying and honestly an all together wholesome feeling that only cooking can do, bringing people together, something TK is not too familiar with. As great as his dad is, cooking together at home was not an activity they used to do.

“No, I’m an only child.”

“Ah.” She says and raises an eyebrow. “Parents still together?”

“No, they’ve been divorced for a long time now.”

“And what do they do?”

It’s feeling more and more like an interrogation to TK, except that Gabriela has soft features and seems to be driven by curiosity rather than to undo him and pull all his secrets out of him to use against him. It doesn’t mean that TK in this moment does have the urge to lie or escape from this room and he has to remind himself that not everyone in this world is out to hurt him, no matter how much it feels like it sometimes. Carlos has been nothing but kind and supportive even before they got official, there’s nothing saying that his mother is not exactly the same, kind and caring and sweet.

“My mother is a lawyer and lives in California at the moment so I see her every now and then and my dad is a firefighter too. Owen Strand the Captain over at the 126.”

“Oh, yeah I heard he ripped the whole place up.” Beatrice adds.

“It’s really nice though. I went to see Michelle a few months back and he’s really pulled it together.” Andrea adds, sounding deeply impressed and TK nods.

“Yeah, natural light and nice showers do wonders for morale.”

“Is that your dad’s words?” Elena asks and TK nods.

“Yeah.”

“And you TK, have you always wanted to be a firefighter then?”

For some reason TK doesn’t think bringing up the doubts he’s had about the life he’s chosen is the best thing to do at this moment, so he settles for the reply he always goes with, which these days is pretty much the truth anyway.

“Yeah, always.” Gabriela smiles at that, kindly, and TK finds that even if she scares the living daylight out of him, she seems to be a pretty wonderful woman too.

The Reyes seem to lay off him a little bit, focusing instead on talking to each other. TK finds that the sounds filling up the kitchen settles something inside of him. His life has never been like this, where people stop to spend time with one another, and enjoy the company of each other when they are at home. Not that he thinks his parents did a bad job, but being an only child in a busy family often made him feel lonely, and he didn’t grow up with a lot of home cooked meals that were made with love, so this, this is nice.

When Carlos finally comes home for lunch TK isn’t dying as much as he was before, and he’s thankful for that.

“Ah, there is my forgetful son.” His mother chides him immediately when he steps inside.

“Sorry mami.” He says and kisses both of her cheeks, before he ruffles Beatrice’s hair who glares murderously at him and hugs his two older sisters. Lastly he walks up to TK and for a moment he seems to hesitate about what to do and it makes TK roll his eyes because while they tend to be pretty light on public affection outside of the house, his family is already aware that they are dating. TK raises up on his toes and places a kiss on Carlos’ cheek, Carlos’s hands coming to gently grab at his waist and making sure to give his sisters the finger while they ooo and aaaaww in the background. Carlos steps away and steals a piece of chicken that is cooking and his mother swats his hand away with a spatula chiding him in spanish.

“Is everything done or?”

“If you’re asking if you managed to miss all the chopping and cooking then yeah you did you sneaky bastard.” Elena says, sitting on the kitchen island by the cooling dulce de leche that she keeps stealing off when her mother isn’t looking in her direction. TK had a taste of it too earlier and it’s absolutely delicious so he doesn’t blame her.

“Nope, that was not what I was asking.” Carlos says and pushes her off the now clean counter, she glares at him but doesn’t even try to push back at him, their size difference not to her advtange which Carlos knows. He sticks his tongue out cheekily and she mutters under her breath that she’ll get him back. TK hides is laugh, can’t help but be affected by the sibling rivalry they’re displaying. He likes seeing Carlos like this, teasing and funny and a little mean with his sisters, it’s so very unlike him on most days and it’s nice to see another side to him.

“TK, will you help me set the table?” Gabriela asks.

“Yeah absolutely.”

“Carlos we need a bigger table, do you have the extensions still?”

“Yep, come on.”

“As if you couldn’t carry them yourself?” Andrea rolls her eyes but starts walking to the back of the condo, Carlos following behind but not before he kisses his mother’s cheeks affectionately again. She says something to him in spanish that TK only catches the end of but he’s pretty sure it’s about him and judging by the look Carlos sends him it’s not bad.

When Carlos and Andrea come back TK and Gabriela have finished setting the table and even Bea has gotten off her phone to come peek interestingly at everything that is laid out before them. TK hasn’t seen this much delicious food in a long time and he already loves Carlos’ cooking, if he learnt from this woman it’s going to absolutely blow his mind. They sit down, Carlos beside him, with their mother at the end of the table and the rest of the sisters on the other side and TK lets the sound wash over him, enjoying how comfortable the family is around each other. He manages to escape the attention, but only for a while.

“Soooo, how did you meet then? Carlos has been vague about the details.” Elena of course asks after a while. TK shoots Carlos a look and he indicates for TK to talk.

“On the job actually, on my first call, a car accident.” Elena leans forward, clearly very interested and in the corner of his eye he can see Carlos shoot her a reproachful look.

“How romantic.” She comments and Carlos throws his napkin at her, Gabriela only needing to glare at them both for them to stop.

“Did he ask you out by the car accident?” Andrea wonders and it makes both TK and Carlos chuckle.

“Please, I have some manners and style, you should know this by now.”

“Do you though?”

“I do actually.”

“Okay, continue the story, shush Andrea.”

“Erm, well there isn't much of a story.” TK really doesn’t feel like getting into the whole drama caused by him because everything has been going so well, so if he was about to tell them how he had run out of a dinner with Carlos, gotten into a bar fight and then kind of been a dick for a couple of weeks by avoiding Carlos and then getting into the whole accident he would lose whatever standing he had with the Reyes family immediately.

“We hit some bumps in the beginning but it worked out in the end.” Carlos covers for him cryptically and if he hasn’t told his family about the mess TK essentially is, he must care a hell of a lot about him. TK feels his face heat and his heart beat faster and having a little bit of a breakdown or just the urge to drag Carlos away from his family and into the bedroom to kiss him stupid, then no one has to know. He swallows down a bit of tomato and tries not to think about it too closely, even though Carlos’ thigh keeps brushing up against his when he moves. He is going to ignore it and get through it.

“I’m glad to hear you’ve worked it out.” Gabriela adds smoothly and Carlos gives his mother a grateful look and then the conversation moves along to other things and TK ends up having a lovely but very intense day, one he will remember fondly for a long time.

………..

When the door closes TK sags in relief against the counter, allowing Carlos’ side to take half of the weight.

“That was intense.” He mutters, making Carlos chuckle as he puts his arms around him.

“That’s the Reyes for you.”

“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” TK tucks himself closer against Carlos’ side, nosing at his neck looking for affection. Carlos rolls his eyes fondly, but takes pity on his cute but bratty boyfriend and unexpectedly sweeps TK off his feet. TK lets out an indignant little shriek that he will definitely deny he ever made later on as Carlos puts him over his shoulder before he makes his way over to the bedroom. He puts TK down gently on the bed before he lies down too, mostly on top of TK and sighs in content. TK chuckles before he runs a hand through Carlos’ hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He noses at TK’s neck, and rests his head there, feeling his pulse point flutter underneath his lips.

They lie in silence for a while, enjoying it after the hectic morning and day.

“You want me to move?” Carlos asks. TK just shakes his head. Carlos knows TK likes to be pinned to the bed, sometimes definitely, sexually yes, but oftentimes it’s more about the sense of grounding it makes him feel when Carlos will cover him completely. Carlos could understand that and was often happy to comply with the request, even though in the beginning he was definitely worried about crushing TK.

“Your family is something else.” TK says snapping Carlos out of his wandering thoughts. He chuckles in agreement.

“They are.”

“I like it though, the noise, the laughter and banter, it was always so quiet being an only child, as well as it was lonely.”

Carlos hums and kisses TK softly on the neck.

“Yeah, our house was anything but for most of the time I grew up. The only time it was ever quiet was when something really bad happened.”

“Like?”

“When my abuela died it was horrible for a while.”

“Yeah that must have been rough.”

“It was… another time it was quiet was when Elena got arrested.”

“She got arrested? For what?”

“She smacked some old white lady up in a bar for being a racist.”

“Impressive.”

“Yeah, well it also got quiet when I came out.”

TK winces, Carlos feels it go through his whole body.

“Did they take it badly?”

“Not badly, but I’m the only boy in a family of three sisters, so it wasn’t great at first. But all my sisters rallied behind me and my parents both came around eventually. They just needed some time to sit with it all. But it’s fine now.”

TK strokes a hand down his back in silent support that Carlos appreciates.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you had to go through it, even if it turned out alright.” TK whispers, and Carlos smiles sadly against his neck. He knows that in a perfect world he wouldn’t have had to worry about coming out to his parents, or to his co workers or to his friends. But this isn’t a perfect world so...

“Thanks.” He whispers back. TK hums and continues stroking his fingers through Carlos’ hair and down his back, the motion making Carlos melt against him.

“Who knew cooking could be this nice.” TK says after a while and Carlos chuckles but can’t be bothered to lift his head, he’s way too comfortable.

“Should we make it a thing then? Instead of me cooking for you all the time we should start cooking together instead?”

“Well, maybe not all the time, I would distract you way too much in the kitchen for you to get anything done.” He teases and Carlos agrees, kisses his throat gently a fews times before he lies down again.

“True.”

“But maybe I will help from time to time.”

“I’d like that.” Carlos whispers.

“It was never like this for me growing up, loud and happy and people joining together to ask about the other person’s day. Or cooking for that matter. It’s nice, I’m happy you had it.”

Carlos knows some of TK’s past, not all of it but some of it, and he rarely pushes, just often lets TK come to his own conclusions about stuff. Well sometimes he pushes just a little but when it comes to talking about TK’s life before Texas he knows it’s a bad idea to approach it that way. And he knows TK has been making an effort too about being a little bit more forthcoming and he appreciates it endlessly. So it’s nice to hear him talk like this and Carlos waits it out, let’s TK get it off his chest.

“Thanks, it was nice, you can come to every family dinner from now and then maybe you’ll tire of it.”

“I don’t think I could tire of it, tire of you.” He whispers and Carlos lifts his head up, smiles goofily and brighly and TK rolls his eyes but makes a little indication he tends to do when he wants a kiss. It’s Carlos’ turn to roll his eyes but he leans forward and gently places one on top of TK’s nose, making him scrunch it up looking ridiculously cute. He chuckles but kisses him on the mouth next and TK hums happily into it.

………

Carlos must have fallen asleep, because when he blinks his eyes open he’s surprised to find it’s almost evening. His body is sleep warm and languid with TK still wrapped up around him. He yawns and lifts his head, coming face to face with TK who has a pillow crease on his cheek but green eyes alert and awake.

“I wasn’t the only one who was tired then?” He teases and Carlos can’t be bothered to snark back and instead lays his head back down on TK’s shoulder before pressing his lips to his neck. TK sighs in contentment and Carlos repeats it, but a little more meaningfully, letting his lips linger before biting gently. TK squirms underneath him and Carlos chuckles against his skin before he moves further up. TK exhales shakily before he shifts, putting Carlos’ lower body a little closer to his crotch. Carlos helps out and puts himself in between TK’ legs, who eagerly grinds upwards, already half hard, making Carlos bite down on TK’s neck to prevent his own very loud moan from escaping from the friction. They had a go this morning before Carlos had to rush to work for his shift, it was fun but rushed and even so Carlos is pleasantly surprised that his body keeps having such a powerful and potent reaction to TK’s grinding against his dick. But with his appetite seemingly not diminishing anytime soon he isn’t exactly going to complain either, because they have been having a lot of sex recently, amazingly good sex, so if he is going to be able to get off 3-4 times a day then he definitely isn’t going to complain.

TK’s hand pulls at his hair as Carlos makes his way up towards his face, lips never living skin and watches goosebumps erupt all over TK’s body. TK, breathing unevenly by now, pulls at Carlos’ shirt impatiently and Carlos chuckles before he lets up and unceremoniously throws it off. TK sits up a little, gently places his hands around Carlos’ waist and places a trail of feather light kisses just above the waistline of Carlos’ jeans. Carlos bites at his lip, can think of a lot of other places he’d like for that mouth to be on before he pulls TK’s t-shirt off him and throws it in the direction of what he thinks is his own shirt and then gently pushes him down again. TK goes willingly, Carlos is well aware that if he wouldn’t have wanted that he would have let Carlos know, and so he puts his full weight down on top of him and kisses him hungrily.

Carlos and TK have during the weeks they have been together had a lot of talks about boundaries and consent, what is okay and what is not okay. It was different when they weren’t exactly official, but ever since then Carlos has had that nagging feeling in his head that it’s important he understands and gets to know exactly what TK likes and doesn’t. TK had scoffed at first and said everything was fine which Carlos had not believed for a second and he had spent a lot of time trying to show to an ever hesitant TK that he wasn’t going to walk out and leave TK just because he expressed a line of thought that didn’t always align with what Carlos thought or felt, and that included everything from bed related things to basically living together, which they basically already were, as the last time TK spent a night away from Carlos’ bed was over a week ago. Yes he was keeping count. There was a toothbrush that was TK’s in his bathroom, he had a packet of those sweet popcorn in his cupboard that he thought were disgusting and TK loved and a package of oat milk in his fridge for TK’s coffees, there was a pair of running trainers in his hallway and hair stuff on his counter that belonged to TK, so by all accounts, TK was living here more than he was living with his dad. They had somehow managed to take things both very slow and very fast at the same time but TK seemed happier than he had in a long time, Carlos had been told that in secret by Owen at the station one evening and Carlos had felt his heart flutter in utter joy to hear it.

TK grabs the back of his head, angles it so that the kiss deepens even more and Carlos thinks he would be a happy man just doing this forever. He moans when TK’s tongue traces his and TK snickers delightfully. He moves his mouth down to TK’s throat, leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses on exposed skin, feels TK grab the sheet and squirming underneath him and he doesn’t let up until he reaches his ear, sucks on his earlobe before he leans in close.

“Baby.” he whispers and TK groans. “What do you want?” When TK doesn’t answer he starts sucking on his earlobe again like a tease. “Baby, use your words.” He teases.

“Yeah, y-yeah. It’s very hard doing that when you’re doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He teases and starts to suck a hickey on his neck instead, just below where his shirt will hide it and TK moans, grabs at his hair again and pushes one of his legs up and around Carlos’ waist.

“Words baby.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, please fuck me.” TK finally says, sounding strained and breathing hard already. Carlos feels a thrill of excitement go through him and he kisses the small bruise on TK’s neck before he gently kisses TK on the mouth, smiling brightly at him.

“I thought you’d never ask.” TK rolls his eyes without heat and Carlos moves a little so he can reach the lube he keeps in one of the drawers.

………

It’s hours later and they are both lounging around on the bed, still not having left the bedroom after the sex they had ages ago. TK’s in a pair of borrowed boxers, draped halfway across the bed on his front, giving Carlos a nice view of his ass, as he distractedly tries to read while TK looks to be playing candy crush. Carlos just rolls his eyes fondly and goes back to his page when TK’s stomach rumbles loudly in the comfortable silence. Carlos lifts an eyebrow looking at TK over the page while TK has a sheepish smile on his face.

“Earlier activities make you hungry?”

“If I had an app that counted calories I’m sure it would say we burnt a lot from what we did.”

Carlos chuckles.

“True.” He agrees. “Well there are a lot of leftovers from earlier still in the fridge if that suits you?” He’s already getting up, not bothering to put on any other clothes than the boxers he’s wearing. He feels TK’s eyes trail his behind as he leaves the room for the kitchen his mother had thankfully forced them all to clean up afterwards. It’s feeling like a blessing at the moment. He heats some of the leftovers on two plates but before he makes it back TK comes and joins him, plastering himself against his back, placing a kiss on Carlos’ shoulder blade.

“Hi.” He laughs and TK hums.

“Did you get bored?”

“I was missing you too much.” TK admits and Carlos feels a thrill of joy rush through him, unable to help it. He turns around and puts his arms around TK and pulls him close, rests his head against his forehead and stays there for a moment, the world feeling completely still just then, narrowed down just to him and TK.

“I missed you too.” He whispers even though it’s cheesy but the brilliant smile he is rewarded by tells him TK feels it’s anything but.

Carlos thinks about telling him right then and there. He’s so close to opening his mouth and blurting it out, but regrets it at the last minute and places a gentle and sweet kiss on TK’s mouth instead.

Carlos knows he’s an idiot, knows it’s way too fucking soon to tell TK that he loves him, but he fucking does, he feels it in his whole body. But he really doesn’t think that TK is ready to hear it and while that doesn’t diminish what Carlos feels for him, it’s not the right time to tell him.

But he hopes that it’s soon, because while it might be foolish and rushed and stupid of him to feel that way about this beautful mess of human being, Carlos has always been one to fall fast and hard, it’s just who he is.

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Eren X Armin “Fuck Away the Pain” Chapter 1

“Two Worlds Collide”

The backstory: Armin is a freshman in college studying oceanography while his best friend Mikasa works at a local bar as a bartender. Her bar frequently showcases small time bands. One night a band called "Warriors” who plays there frequently is scheduled to perform. Mikasa is determined to get Armin to come watch.

This chapter uses the song “Fuck Away the Pain” by Divide the Day

“No Mikasa, I've told you a hundred times now I HAVE to finish my thesis on the Upper Ocean and Submesoscale Processes by Tuesday." Armin huffed as he hoisted his forest green messenger bag onto his shoulder, the weight of it almost making him lose his balance. "Besides when have I ever been into bands? I like my indie singer/songwriters."

"Armin just once would you trust me? I think you'll really like these guys, they play there all the time! Plus the lead singer is a total smoke show but he doesn't seem interested in girls." Mikasa wiggled her eyebrows at Armin. She got up off the couch in their shared apartment and blocked Armin's route to the door. Armin rolled his eyes at her antics and tried to walk around her but she got in his way again. "Armin... It's been five months since Jean left-“

“Yeah, I know Mikasa since he left to be with Marco. Thanks for the reminder." Armin deadpanned. Armin gently pushes her out of his way and makes his way to the door "If I go tonight will you drop it?" He looks over his shoulder as she nods making him groan. "Ugh, fine I'll go, but I'm drinking on your tab." He smirks softly before heading to his first class. On his way, he bumps into Historia and they start talking. Eventually, Armin asked her what to wear for the bar show and made plans to go together.

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Reiner kicks the door in and plops down on the couch. He lets out a sigh props his feet on the coffee table. "Reiner this is why our landlord hates us. You're always so violent towards our apartment." Eren groans as he kicks Reiner’s legs pushing his feet off the table. "You're gonna get us kicked out." Eren walks over to the fridge and pulls out the few stray beer cans left in the fridge. Ymir and Bertholdt walk in the door quickly catching the cans tossed to them by Eren. All of them kick back on the couches in Reiner and Eren's living room. "All right let's pick out our set list for the show tonight then get ready.”

Reiner and Bertholdt are in the living room in their black jeans and band shirts. Ymir is sitting on the bathroom sink with Eren in between her legs while she does his eyeliner. “You know I'm pretty glad you finally ditched that Levi creep you were seeing." She chuckled as Eren just rolled his eyes. "What? He was hella weird, you can do better."

Eren smiled softly, "Thanks Ymir, I know you mean well. You know I wasn't with him for his personality. Just the eleven inches down under." Eren smirks slightly before he and Ymir start laughing together as they finish getting ready. Ymir walks out in faded black jeans and a white t-shirt with some obscure reference no one ever understands. She takes Reiner’s beer and finishes it before slamming it on the table.

"Eren would you hurry up? You know they hate it when we're late!" Bertholdt shouts as he starts gathering up all the trash to throw it out. Reiner and Ymir are bickering in the living room as always.

"Chill out I just finished." Eren walks out in a black mesh crop top and ripped black skinny jeans that look painted on. Top it all off with his signature knee-high combat boots. "How do I look, guys? I think this is my favorite look." Eren does a full turn and all four chuckle together before all heading out to their show.

~~~~

Historia is currently rummaging through Armin's closet to find a suitable outfit. "Armin we really need to talk about this goody-two-shoes wardrobe. I'm never go- Armin!" Historia pulls out a black satin button up and looks at it in awe. "Go put this on right now.

Armin comes back in the shirt as requested while pulling his hair up into a messy and fluffy man bun. "Does this look okay?" Historia hums to herself as she walks over to Armin and undoes some of the top buttons. "Okay, so maybe my black jeans and my boots?' Historia nods and they finish getting ready. They link arms as they leave Armin's apartment.

They walk into the bar to see a blonde man on drums, a girl on bass, and another guy with dark hair on guitar. Historia and Armin walk over to Mikasa's part of the bar. Mikasa smiles at the sight of her friends. "Hi guys!" She walks over before quickly mixing their usuals. They sit at the bar making small talk when a deep voice calls out from next to Armin. Armin turns to see a breathtaking dark-haired boy with emerald eyes.

"Oh hey Eren you want your usual as always?" 'Eren' nods before leaning his forearm on the bar. He turns and sees Armin staring with wide eyes. He smirks at Armin before turning his body to Armin and leans in slightly. Armin watches as Eren's eyes perform a full-body scan.

"I don't think I've ever seen you here before." Eren’s amused eyes meet Armin's bashful eyes. "What's your name?" He takes a step closer to Armin marking Eren's height over Armin apparent. He looks away only to take his drink and raise it in thanks to Mikasa before turning all his attention back to Armin. "My name's Erens I'm the singer for the band that's about to play. You should sit near the stage for me." He winks before the smirk settles back onto his lips.

Armin's face is a pretty shade of pink as he sips his drink, "My name's Armin, I go to Rose college." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Why do you want me to sit close?" He chews on his lower lip, a nervous habit that developed from his years with Jean. Eren hums softly as he raises his hand to Armin's face. Eren runs his thumb against Armin's lower lip before gently tugging it from between his teeth. Armin feels his heart pounding in his chest.

Eren leans in next to Armin's ear before whispering, "Because I asked nicely, usually I don't." He sighs softly before pulling away from his ear but kept his body close, "Please. I'd like it. A lot." At some point, Mikasa and Historia escaped to a different part of the bar leaving Armin alone with Eren. Armin nods making Eren's cheeky smirk make its way back to his lips. "Good. So tell me something, about you.”

"Uh-oh like what?" Armin asked, by this point Armin found himself leaning in closer to Eren. They were only inches apart and Armin silently hoped his heartbeat while erratic was at least quiet. Armin finished his drink even with the emerald eyes staring right into his soul.

"Like if you have a partner I should be worried about, what your major is, how many times a day you hear your eyes are like sapphires. Stuff like that." Eren brought his free hand to Armin's waist before closing the last bit of space. Armin immediately looked down to hide his blush. “Oh, c'mon don't do that.” Eren stopped leaning against the bar to gently grab Armin's chin and tilt his face back up. ”Don't hide from me.”

"No, there's no partner.... They left months ago for someone new. As for my major, its oceanography, I'm working on my first junior thesis right now." Armin smiled at Eren gently. "Oh and uhm.. No one said that to me before." Armin saw Eren's face twisted up in confusion. "What's that look for Eren?" Armin leaned in out of curiosity

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad there's no boyfriend to worry about, but I don't get how.” Eren removes his hand from Armin's chin to rub the back of his own neck awkwardly. "Can't imagine he thinks the new guys so much better. But uh.. No one's told you that about your eyes? Really? They were the first thing that caught my attention."

"Eren!” Eren turned towards the voice “Time to get warmed up, we're starting soon." Bertholdt called from the side of the stage.

Eren sighs before turning back to Armin. He chuckles seeing Armin's face get redder than before. "Looks like I gotta go for now, but I'll find you after the show and we can pick this back up. Okay?" Eren grabs Armin's hand and brings it to his lips gently. He winks at Armin before walking over to his band and Reiner immediately puts him in a headlock while Ymir and Bertholdt laugh.

"Of course the first show you cone to the lead singer is into you." Mikasa Shakes her head amused. "You do know EVERY girl is jealous of you now right? He's been every girl's dream since they started playing here." Mikasa makes Armin another drink with a smirk. "I told you so by the way."

Historia comes back and grabs Armin's hands. "OMG! Tell me everything." She looks at him with sparkly eyes. Mikasa leans on the bar to listen in. "You never go out but the hottest guy ever just hit on you, that's so unfair." She smiles widely at Armin just happy for him.

"Can I tell you guys later? I kinda promised I'd sit near the stage...." Armin blushes red but has a faint smile across his lips. Historia drags Armin to an empty table in clear view of the lead singer and sits with him.

~~~

"Reiner let go! C'mon it's embarrassing." Eren whined while still stuck in Reiners death grip. “Ymir! Bertholdt! You're just gonna let him suffocate me like this?" Eren kept struggling to get out of Reiners headlock to no success.

"First, who's that boy you were talking to? He doesn't look like your usual type." Ymir kneeled in front of Eren. "I knew you were over Levi but man you move quick." She teased before tapping Reiner’s arm telling him to let go. Reiner quickly lets go causing Eren to stumble slightly. Reiner chuckled as he made his way to the drum set.

"For the last time Ymir I only dated Levi because he was packing. And he bought me stuff." Eren sighed as he grabbed his mic and wrapped the chord around his hand holding the mic. "I know he's not my usual type but his eyes were mesmerizing. They're like sapphires." Ymir notices the dreamy far off look in Eren's eyes. He shakes his head before walking to his spot at center stage and smiles seeing Armin so close to the stage. "Let's do this." He turns to the crowd and beams. "We are The Warriors!"

Armin watches as Eren takes center stage the lights making him look like some kind of fallen angel. The guitar echoes for a bit before the bass and drums join. Armin's eyes go wide as Eren makes direct eye contact with him before winking and plastering his signature smirk on as he starts singing.

“You think your life is done he took it all with him.” Eren tilts his head back as he continues “So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin” He leans forward as he brings his head back to a normal upright position. He looks directly at Armin while singing. “Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye. You can take it out on me if you like." He winks before falling to his knees. "Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me.”

His free hand grabs his throat briefly before he drags it down his body in time with his body roll. “Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name. While I fuck away the pain." Eren brings his hand up to the back of his head while getting up on one knee.

“You hate the way he fooled around behind your back. A slave to him but now with me no strings attached." He fully stands up and walks to Armin making direct eye contact again. “But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed. If thats what you need go right ahead.” When he gets to Armin he turns so his backs facing him, and he leans back resting his head on Armin's chest tilting his head up to look at him. “Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me.” He grabs Armin's hand and places it at the base of his neck, with a massive smirk on his face.

* side note * Armin is very much a good boy so he never really went to parties or even drank much so his tolerance is pretty low. Mikasa also only knows how to make strong drinks and Armin is on his third sooooo... He's pretty tipsy. * continuing *

Through the song Armin's mouth hung open slightly in awe. He bit down on his lower lip when Eren's head rested against his chest. He looked down at Eren and his heart skipped a beat seeing this fallen angel close up. Suddenly the liquid courage he's been drinking hit him when his hand was placed near Eren's neck. His inhibitions out the window, he moved his hand to be gently wrapped around Eren's throat. Eren raised an eyebrow up in shock and amusement. Eren turns his body so he's facing Armin, his face inches away from Armin's. Armin looks up at him and unconsciously pulls him closer by the back of his neck.

“Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name. While I fuck away the pain.” Eren rests his forehead on Armin's smirking at him “Stronger then a shot of whiskey or any pill you take." Eren closes his eyes as his free hand finds Armin's waist and grabs it roughly. “Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me. Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name While I fuck away the pain.”

Eren slowly pulls away from Armin and saunters back to the stage to finish the song.“Erase him from your brain, fake it like you love me, come on baby touch me.” He turns back to the crowd as he drags his hand down his chest in time with a full-body roll. “Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name. While I fuck away the pain, fuck away the pain. While I fuck away the pain”

The song finishes and loud applause follows. The bands all shaking their heads at Eren and hear a faint "show off" covered poorly by a cough from Reiner. Eren brings his free hand behind his back and flips Reiner off. They continue playing their other songs and it’s time for the band to take a break. The band huddle up on the stage talking quietly, so Armin and Historia go outside with Mikasa in tow.

Armin immediately starts telling them the whole story with red cheeks from either blushing or the booze. "What the hell is in those drinks Mikasa? I'm not that bold!"She shrugs and chuckles. Armin leans on the railing getting lost in thought. 'Did I really just do that? I've never been bold like that. Not even with Jean and I was with him for years.' Armin was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice his friends go inside. He also didn't notice who joined him outside.

~~~~

The moment the band figured out their set Eren went looking for Armin. He walked to the bathroom with no luck so he went to the bar thinking he was getting a new drink. “It's Mikasa right?" Mikasa looked up and nods. “Do you know where Armin is? You're friend's right?"

“He got lost in his thoughts on the deck, Historia was with him but it looks like your bassist caught her attention.” Mikasa turned to look outside. "Why is Jean here?"

Eren froze as he remembered something. ‘No, there's no partner.... They left months ago for someone new.’ His eyes widen, "No..."

~~~

"So you get cool after we break up? I used to beg you to come to shows." Jean stared in disbelief. "And since when do you act so daring? We only broke up a few months ago what happened?"

Armin took a deep breath before turning his head and glaring at Jean. "Yes, thank you Jean I totally forgot how long ago we broke up. Like it didn't hurt like Hell for three months. But I don't owe you any kind of explanation. You left, not me." Armin saw Eren behind Jean and their eyes locked. Eren winked trying to say he'd follow Armin's lead. "So if you don't mind Jean, I have a lead singer to get back to."

Eren smirked shaking his head as he walks over to Armin. He pressed himself against Armin's back placing his hands on the railing. "Why'd you run off at the break baby? I was looking for you." Eren nuzzled his face into Armin's hair his lips brushing against Armin's ear. He shifts his eyes to Jean menacingly. "I'm pretty sure he said to get lost horse face. So unless you want me to beat into you, I'd get moving." A low growl emits from Eren and Jean backs up slowly before retreating into the bar. Eren leans down closer to Armin's face as he wraps one of his hands around Armin's. "You okay Armin?"

Armin lets out an uneasy breath and nods. "Thanks for that. How'd you figure it out?" Armin leaned back into Eren finding his touch strangely comforting. He rested his head against Eren's as his breathing started to return to normal. "Also were you really looking for me? Or did you just say it to bug Jean?"

Eren scoffs and grabs Armin’s waist turning him so they're face to face. "Of course I was looking for you. Did you forget I said we could pick this up after? I still wanted to see you on my breaks. 'Cause I don't think I can wait to do this anymore, especially after our little performance earlier."

Armin looked up at him confused but before he could even ask him anything, Eren pressed his lips against Armin's gently. Eren wrapped his arms around his waist while pinning Armin between his body and the railing. Armin signed into the kiss before wrapping his arms around Eren's neck. Before long Armin felt a tongue prod at his lips. He parted his lips, letting Eren in to explore in his mouth before feeling a cold metal run against his tongue and he pulls back. “What the hell was that?" Armin asked breathlessly.

Eren looks down at Armin, his breathing heavy and uneven. "What are you- Oh.." Eren chuckles lightly before smiling at Armin. "I'm sorry, should I have warned you about this?" He pokes his tongue out just enough to show off his tongue piercing that's adorned with a sapphire. He watches as Armin's face gets red and brings a hand up to his cheek. Running his thumb against Armin's cheekbone Eren leans in close. "Let me kiss you again...."

Armin just nods and in an instant, Eren's got his lips against Armin's. 'This feels rougher than the first time.' Armin thinks to himself while tangling his hand in Eren’s hair. Armin pulls Eren closer and hums into the kiss before parting his lips. Eren immediately pushed his tongue into Armin's mouth and runs his tongue against Armin's. He smirks against Armin's lips before pulling away and resting his forehead on Armin’s. "Damn blondie..." Eren chuckled as he bumped Armin's nose with his own. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

Armin sighs and giggles lightly before moving his head to hide his face in Eren's neck. “Nothing you'd find interesting I'm sure. I was supposed to work on my semester thesis but Mikasa talked me into coming out tonight." Armin nuzzles himself closer to Eren. " I'll probably just spend the day in the library working on it. Why?"

"’Cause I wanted to take you out but you just reminded me my semester thesis is due soon too. Hey, why don't we go to the library together? We can go grab lunch together at some point." Eren rubs little circles in Armin's hip with his thumb that snuck under Armin's shirt somehow. He smiles as he feels Armin nod against him.

"Eren! We got more sets to play c'mon!" Bertholdt called from the door.

Eren groans resting his head on Armin's. While it made him smile that Eren wants to stay, Armin really wants to see Eren perform more. "Eren, we have all day just us tomorrow I'd really wanna watch you perform." Armin leans back before going on his tip-toes to peck Eren's cheek.

Eren sighs happily pressing his lips to Armin's forehead. "Who am I to deny that?" Eren keeps his arm around Armin’s waist as they walk inside. Eren makes eye contact with Jean who's got his arm around some freckled boy. He quickly looks down at Armin, who's already seen the pair, to find a flustered look on his face. Armin looks up at Eren briefly before pressing his lips to Eren's neck and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He lets go of Eren and makes his way over to Mikasa and Historia. Armin turns back to give Eren a wink before striking up a conversation with his two besties.

Completely frozen in his tracks Eren's mind runs at a mile a minute to try and process what his newfound favorite blondie just did. Snapping back to reality he sees the death glare from Jean and chuckles to himself before making his way back to his band to finish the show.

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